#solomon x fem reader

[thebellearchives]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : after a late night talk with you Solomon discovers he’s not as alone as he thinks he is

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, fem!reader, pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess, reader calls him Sol), biting, slight bondage???, fingering, vaginal sex, a bit of hair pulling, creampie, fluff/comfort at the very end

‧₊˚ a / n : this is set on lesson 46-12, there are some context spoilers but i think it should be fine?? if i missed anything that i should add to the content warnings please let me know ~

The room was dark and the quiet night had been unexpectedly interrupted by heavy breathing, the rustling of clothing coming off in between the sheets, and the fulfilling sounds of mouths kissing in complicit lust. Solomon hovered over you, his arms supporting his weight at each side of your face. Your arms slithered from his naked chest to the back of his neck, fingers grasping his soft silvery white hair and eyes lingering over his inked pale skin. The way the complicated patterns of seemingly infinite pacts threaded with one another and decorated his body was mesmerizing, and when you breathed in through your mouth you could even taste a hint of his worn out cologne in the air. A slight uncertainty clouded your mind for a minute, not knowing if you were getting high off his scent or his touch.

“I thought i’d never get a chance like this” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you shiver and sigh “wherever you go they follow, they never left you alone, i had lost most hope…”

And even then, he was still right. As if the brothers would ever leave you alone, the twins were still sleeping in the room next door. Biting your lip, you hoped to be as quiet and you thought you were being. Not like you could’ve thought about it much longer though, because Solomon’s hot tongue stole a taste of your skin and you jolted, panting and tugging his hair, he groaned.

“I’m so glad you still found your way to me” you could barely speak when one of his hands slid down your exposed skin, feeling as much of you as he could and making his way to your core “I feel like i’ve waited forever for you to come try something.”

His lips came back looking for yours and you gladly welcomed him with a kiss the both of you longed for. His fingers slid across your folds and you hitched a breath, he smiled into the kiss in teasing mischief and you thought your heart might’ve skipped a beat at that. Solomon’s thumb started rubbing circles at your nub. You broke the kiss with a sharp breath, hands flying back to his shoulders in order to somehow stabilize yourself from your own body’s reactions.

“Sol…” His lips pressed against yours in hopes of swallowing any sound. When his lips parted ways with yours for a small moment a small moan scraped from between your teeth, arching your back in response to the circular motion of his thumb.

“Shh, be quiet sweetheart, you don’t want to wake up your body guards do you?” immediately after the words left his mouth, you felt one of his fingers slipping inside of you. You huffed through your nose in annoyance, how exactly did he expect you to keep quiet? “you’re so wet princess, i wonder why?”

Cocky bastard. You pulled him back onto your lips, but instead of kissing him you bit his lower lip.

“Shit, alright, sorry” he giggled. But he didn’t mean it, because it was easy for him to slip another finger while pumping them in and out, crooking his fingertips slightly.

“Fuck, Solomon” you whined, a pleasured groan scratched in your vocal chords in the way out. His other hand went in search of one of your breasts. The touch of his long slender fingers grasping on your skin as if he was clutching the very bedsheets underneath, teasing the areola and then rolling the hardened nipple playfully. Solomon’s ghostly grey eyes glistened with the faint moonlight coming through the window and stared at you in fascination, dilated pupils reveling in the expression on your face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his husky and agitated voice sounded like music to your ears.

Your eyes started to get hazy, your thoughts were scattered around the fiery feeling of the friction of his fingers moving in and out of you, the rubbing of his thumb on your clit, his other hand massaging your breast. The bliss of his touch was building up more and more and your throat closed up in a desperate attempt of silence.

“Sol- I- I’m-” Your nails dug on his skin, you almost choked on your own saliva, shutting your eyes.

“Not yet darling” everything stopped at once, and you immediately fluttered your lashes open in search of him. You were about to protest, but when he shifted his position in between your legs you felt the tip of his member threatening at your entrance.

“You’re ready for me yet?”

“Yes” the reply came almost immediately “yes”

He grabbed his cock and gathered the arousal dripping out of you, making your thighs jerk and hug his hipbones. You let out yet another annoyed whine. He giggled at your reaction, and bent forwards to give you a tender kiss when he finally started sliding inside you at a tortuously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so needy” he tried to keep his cool, but the raspiness of his voice and the slight falter of his words was unmissable to you.

A hushed exhale hissed its way out through his teeth as your walls ultimately enveloped him completely. You pulled him down on top of you from his neck until his chest hit against yours. He gasped at the gesture, then gave you a moment to adjust. Wandering hands explored the path of the curves of your silhouette in desire, and he felt like getting drunk on the shaky breath your mouth poured in between his lips. His long slender fingers traveled across your arms towards your wrists to hold them above your head.

“You can move” you whispered.

His body glided on top of yours, slowly doing what you asked for, a fine layer of sweat on your bodies acting as glue. One of his arms slithered under the curve of your lower back to hold you close to him, and his right hand slid across your neck and into the roots of your hair. You tried to move your hands back to his silky locks, but soon discovered your wrists were bound together, and wouldn’t move where you wanted them to. He must’ve used magic.

“Such a pretty princess…” he managed to whisper while building up a rhythm “guarded by angels and demons… waiting for me, sitting pretty on the throne…”

Waiting, waiting and waiting, that was what your relationship with him was all about. Waiting for him to talk more to you, to let his eyes linger more on you, to make a move at all. Wishing for more time with him, wishing for the courage to confess the feelings that burned in your chest like wildfire whenever the sorcerer’s silver eyes laid over you ever so slightly. You rolled you eyes and let your head fall back as his hips thrusted rhythmically against yours, the angle brushing your clit just right and panting, gasping for air and hoping it would fan the flames that were starting to deliciously consume your body. He planted little kisses on your chin, trailing your jawline.

“I still managed to fool them all for you” his trusts became harder with his statements, he started whispering in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine “i fooled them all for you tonight”

Your eyes widened at the realization. Fooled them all. Getting rid of Lucifer’s power and influence by shrinking him with the perfect excuse, and knowing the little antic would keep Satan and Mammon entertained enough to leave you alone for a at least a while. Guiding you across Levi’s fictional world with only the twins for company, the two brothers he could easily get rid of by sorting them together in a room so he could share the remaining one with you. He’s a genius, you thought. He toyed with demons like he would with chess pieces. His tongue ran down to the crook of your neck, teeth caught your skin and you felt his sharp canines playfully looking forward to leave a mark on you, provoking a moan roll off your tongue.

“I don’t need demons or angels, i need you.” the confession left your mouth like a waterfall, and you knew you couldn’t stop it, because your mind started to get cloudy and all you could think about was the way he was driving you mad. The fact that it was him, your mentor for whom you’d harbored an intense love for such a long time “i’m just a human, and i was made for a human, you.”

“Say that again” he was the one who sounded needy then, and somehow you were so aware of everything, that you felt the throbbing of his veins stimulate you from the inside and hinting at how close he was of his own release, you felt the muscles of your belly tightening in foreshadow of yours too “say your mine, darling…”

You inhaled sharply from your nose when his fingers grasped your hair from its roots and pulled, he licked your lower lip and you gasped.

“I’m yours i’m yours im yours” you chante the words in a moan, like they were your own personal mantra, your walls clenched uncontrollably around him and as you felt the pinnacle of pleasure rush through your body. A warm liquid filled you up and for a moment you swore you could feel stars bolt through all of your veins and arteries. You opened your mouth to let it all out, but Solomon quickly quieted you down by kissing you and swallowing the sounds. You both were left a heavy breathing mess, he caressed your cheek.

“My lovely little apprentice…” he whispered agitatedly, the white long lashes that framed his eyes tickled your face. You melted in his embrace, cheeks flushed to the limit and basking in the afterglow.

“Sol…”

“Yes darling?”

“… my arms, please?”

The sorcerer suddenly pulled his face away from yours, eyes widened and a bashful flush lit his cheeks, granting him an adorable boyish charm that filled your chest with adoration. You giggled at such innocent reaction.

“Right, yes, sorry.”

His body stretched as his hands reached for yours to release you from the spell. It was a relief to finally be able to move your arms, and the first thing your instinct asked for was to run your fingers through his now damp hair.

“Are you okay?” his sudden concern almost made his pupils tremble when they searched for yours.

“I’m more than okay” you replied with a small chuckle, and he sighed, a little smile tugging from the corners of his mouth.

“Alright” Solomon pushed himself above you and pulled out from in between your legs with a grunt. The feeling of emptiness made your body feel cold, and the feeling of his seed leaking out of you made your frame shudder underneath his “we should get you clean shouldn’t we?”

“Wait!” your hands grabbed him by his shoulders in sudden urgency. He blinked twice, staring.

“Yes?”

Your heartbeat started racing once again, your trembling hands cupped his face. For a moment, hesitation forced you to bite your lip in a attempt to keep your pathetic words hidden from him. Specially when he was looking at you in expectation, and he was so ethereal that for a split second your mind almost convinced you that everything that had just happened was a dream, and you were scared that if he left you’d wake up. You licked your lips and sighed.

“Love does not evade you, Solomon.”

His breath got caught up on his throat out of nowhere.

“W-what?”

“You said that even on centuries on end, some things still manage to elude you. It’s not true. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. I’m here for you.”

His facial features then softened, a fond smile adorning his expression with tenderness. He didn’t say anything, instead his hand caressed your cheek and then leaned in to leave a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List

Master list Pt.2

YouTubers

Jschlatt

King pt.1 - smut

King pt.2 - smut/ fluff

Trust is for the weak - smut/angst

Trust is for the Weak Pt.2 - smut

Class final - smut

Class final Pt.2 - smut

Class final Pt.3 - smut

Dreams - smut

Frozen Treat - smut

Argument - smut

Aphrodite - smut

The Hunt - smut

Pretty Boy - smut

Crush - smut

What we once had - smut

Pipsqueak - smut

Silence - smut

Look at me - smut

Fireworks - fluff

Cuffed - fluff

Prized Possession - fluff

Moodboard - selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - more selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - pics you've taken of your bf Schlatt

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - fluff

Imagine - fluff

Swaggersouls

So pretty - smut

Lights out - smut

The Key - smut

Psychedelic Love - smut

"Happy birthday, sweetheart" - smut

Podcast - fluff

Imagine - smut

Your Narrator

Sick Day - fluff

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.1 - smut

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.2 - smut

Mully

"Good boy" - smut

Three Way - smut

Lightning - smut

Just a downtown stroll - smut

Break it up - Smut

Pretty little thing - smut

"She's mine" - smut

Sweet submission - smut

Lust - smut

Double the man power (Mully and Narrator) - smut

Cold chill and steam - smut

Point Proven - smut

VR - fluff

Bridge the gap - fluff

"I love my girl" - fluff

Joshdub

Threebee (Josh and Juicy) - smut

Daddy's princess - smut

Tom Hardy

The League (Bane) - fluff

The League Pt.2 (Bane) - fluff/violence

The League Pt.3 (Bane) - smut/fluff

The League Pt.4 (Bane) - fluff

Fearless (Alfie Solomons) - smut

Red (Alfie Solomons) - angst

The club (Reggie Kray) - smut

Star Wars

Past comes to haunt Future to save (Din Djarin) - fluff

Tune up Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Tune up Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.3 (Paz Vizsla) - fluff

TWD

Two hearted love (Aaron) - fluff

Trust needs to be earned (Aaron) - fluff

"Give me your hand" (Aaron) - fluff/ Violence

One on One (Eugene Porter) - fluff/ Violence

Stranger Things

Fight or flee Pt.1 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

Fight or flee Pt.2 (Eddie Munson) - smut

Fight or flee Pt.3 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

"Don't tell me you're getting mushy"- fluff

Shameless

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him" (Mickey Milkovich) - smut

The more you know (Mickey Milkovich) - smut

My wife (Mickey Milkovich) - angst/fluff

Keep off (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/Violence

What I own (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/ Violence

Boyfriend like Girlfriend (Mickey Milkovich) - fluff

The Last Of Us

"I love you, Y/n only you" (Joel Miller) - fluff

The Witcher

Silver and White (Geralt of Rivia) - fluff

DC

Pretty (Joker) - Violence

I promise (Slade Wilson) - angst

General's gaze (General Zod) - smut

NCIS

"Fuck you, Dinozzo" (Tony Dinozzo) - fluff

Boardwalk Empire

Gangsters Paradise Pt.1 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.2 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.3 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.4 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.5 (Al Capone) - fluff

Mafia Pt.1 (Charlie Luciano) - smut

Vecchio Amico (Charlie Luciano) - fluff

Slashers

"The only monster I see is you" (Thomas Hewitt) - smut

All my stories wouldn't fit on this page, so I had to make a Pt.2

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

You Have a Deal

Author's note; Hey all, this is my first run at publishing my writing, hope someone likes it and let me know what you think! I have done some mild PB plot alterations to fit my story better.

Summary; When the Shelby family is under attack from the Changrettas the youngest sibling, Lillian, makes a deal with a distant business partner to ensure the safety of her loved ones.

Content warnings; mild spoilers.

The air of the afternoon was cold this day. Impenetrable grey covered the sky above Birmingham and pressed an awful feeling into Lillian. Her gaze down at the cobblestone, she made her way through the lively Calver Lane until she reached her destination, Solomon’s Mill. She looked up at the building and thought once again of her reasons for coming. No one had known she was here, and she liked it that way. With her family under siege and fair reasoning long gone from the Shelby family, she decided that it was her who needed to devise a plan. A way out. A way through. She moved through the final steps until she reached the door of the old brick building. Built sometime in the 1820’s she could tell Solomon’s Mill was a long standing business on the outskirts of the city. A staple of Birmingham that lasted through the most disheartening economic conditions. Owned and founded by the Solomon’s family after they immigrated to England. Nothing shook this old place; not guns, not violence, not the bloody communists. Always there and always of interest to the Peaky Blinders. They were cordial, if not cooperative at times. Now, Lillian relied on that mutual respect to hold steady when she pushed open the large barn-style doors. 

The air sweeping from the factory carried the sent of the fresh grain being processed through the large, rusted machinery. The shadows of the quick moving men bustling around danced at her feet as she walked through the threshold and made her way to a small room attached to right wood slat wall. Rapping three times on the fragile wooden frame a younger man looked up from his desk and cocked an eyebrow to Lillian. 

“Ye’,” he said quickly, barely parting his lips to speak. 

Slowly, calmly, with the utmost care to appear collected in her appearance, she spoke, “ I’m here to see Mister Solomons.” 

Eyeing her up and down, the nameless man gradually stood from his seat and addressed her more directly than before. He stood not much taller than the young Shelby. Short curls held close to his head and a tattered apron hung off his thin frame. 

“And what’s yer’ order of business?” he questioned. 

“I believe that to be a private matter.” 

He walked around his desk and Lillian did her best not to release the stern eye contact she held on him since her arrival. A lesson from Tommy she knew well, for when you look into the eyes of another man it is much harder to lie; and much harder to kill. 

“Open the purse.” He spoke flatly, unblinking. 

She dropped the small purse defiantly onto the wood-back chair in front of her. She flipped open the small titanium latch and took a small step back to allow the gaunt man his inspection uninterrupted. He drew a pencil from behind his ear and flicked through her things, like they were dirty. Like they were not worthy to be touched by the human hand. Without a word, he looked once again into the dark eyes of the woman before him and peaked over he shoulder into the doorway leading back to the vast factory floor. 

“Come with me,” he ordered in the same flat tone. 

Picking up her bag, Lillian followed him as he walked quickly out into the large room and maneuvered through the men and machines working in impeccable rhythm. She willed herself to keep pace with the small man, heels echoing through the loud space and causing men to turn their heads both in amusement and strict curiosity. Once her escort reached the back most offices of the mill he cracked open the door and spoke softly in a language Lillian did not recognize. After a few exchanges the man stepped to the motioned for Ms. Shelby to enter the small, dark closet. 

There, Mr. Solomons sat at an old oak desk, leaned far back in his seat with the amusement of a child lingering on his bearded face. 

“Ahhh Lillian,” he spoke loudly, “to what do I owe this enormous pleasure.”

“Mr. Solomons.” A brief pause as Lillian sat herself slowly on the chair paced strangely close to the overbearing desk. “There are a few matters I wish to discuss with you and I preferred them to be in person.” 

“Ah sweetheart, and what might that be. Did the new sweets parlor open up just past Harding, is that it?” He bellowed with laughter and Lillians eyes remained engrained in his skull. She always thought back to the words of her older brother in moments of this gravity. 

“Don’t look away from them - the men who wish to kill you - it only gives them time to make that decision.” 

Once the fitful bits of laughs subsided and the ringing from the old slat walls hushed away, Lillian spoke in the same calm tone she had mastered years earlier. 

“I believe I have something you want.” 

Another astonished chucked escaped the burly man. 

“And what would that be?” 

A cold breeze moved through the room. It never occurred to Lillian why men of such power chose to have a room so small to reside in. When her family had the means, they awarded themselves luxury. But Alfie, he hid away in this small closet. Maybe it made himself feel bigger in some way. 

“Brooklyn.” 

“The fuck you mean ‘Brooklyn’,” 

“Brooklyn. New York. Chicago. Shit maybe Boston by the time we are done.” 

The boss moved up farther in his seat. He readjusted his head to the side, believing that he may have heard the young girl wrong. 

“Love, what the fuck are you on about? Did you brother send you.” 

Almost too quickly she responded, “I came on my own accord.” She didn’t like always falling under the wing of her family; Tommy in particular. While the Shelby name came with certain privileges bestowed upon her at birth, she valued her identity. So long she had relied on Thomas to protect the family. Now, with the looming threat of the Italian’s hanging over like a dark cloud, she was on her final idea to pull her family through to safety. 

“Shelby company limited has taken a special interest in the American liquor market. We feel that it would be in your interest, as well as ours, if we cooperated on this matter. Together, we both have much to gain,” she continued, finally regaining her full composer. 

“Ye’ and why would I want business in America? What’s the fuckin’ catch?” Solomons pressed. 

“The Changretta family has made advances against my family. We are now using this opportunity to move into the American market while they are occupied here. This is a quite unique chance to collaborate with our American acquaintance without the influence of the Italians. With your power, as well as ours, I think that we could quite a fitting sum.” For the first time, Lillian broke her gaze away, reaching into her purse to exhume a cigarette before flashing her eyes back to Alfie. He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the old wood breaking the frigid silence. He gaze slowly moved back and forth over the ceiling while his hands rested behind his head. 

“Power,” he began. “Your power and my power,” almost as if he was explaining the concept to a child. “Where is your brother at, Lillian?” 

“He is attending to other business in Bristol.” Lillian, as a principle, didn’t like lying. But, as a Shelby, it came as naturally as breathing. 

“Where is Arthur?”

“Overseeing the tracks.” A puff of smoke escaped from her lips following her statement. 

“Then who in the fuck sent you?” His anger showed. Frustration. Questioning. He was half expecting one of Tommy’s men to appear from behind the doorframe and put a bullet between his eyes, finally revealing this to be an elaborate set up orchestrated by the young woman before him and her devilish relatives. But the bullet never flew and Lillian sat motionless in his chair waiting to respond. 

“I come as a representative of the Shelby Company Limited with a legitimate proposal for enterprise cooperation.” 

“And why should I trust the lot of you? Bunch of gypsy crooks.”

She sat once again, silent, patient, and held his gaze for just a moment to long. Leaning forward, she put the stiff out in a small crystal bowl on the corner of Mr. Solomon’s desk. She retrieved her handbag from her feet and pulled out a small, white envelope. After tossing it lightly on the desk in front of the bearded man she returned to her natural position in the chair, arms crossed, the Shelby, deadpan expression returning to her features. Alfie pulled his spectacles onto the bridge of his nose from the chair laced around his neck. He collected the envelope and carefully took out the ivory card within. A black handprint stained the cover. Mr. Solomons didn’t need to examine the paper any further and flicked up his eyes to meet Lillian’s once again. 

“Every one of us got one.” 

“I see.”

“If the Shelby family dies, your possibilities of every entering the American market get buried with us. Or burned rather…” she trailed on, looking off to the side, examining the bookshelf behind him. “You know, Gypsy things.” 

Alfie released a deeply held sigh and placed the card down back onto the desk with more care than the original owner did. Somewhere, deep down, he held grace for the young woman before him. He recognized that she was a result of her surroundings. Born into the small, violent hole that is Small Heath as a Shelby and since her birth has survived through the forces of her family and her gritty resilience. He new she wanted out. She loved her family, that was her weakness, but she longed to see the hills of the Netherlands and the cathedrals of Austria and the new bustling cities of America. To do this though, she must survive.

“I would need a more formal manner of proposal, numbers and such,” he explained still keeping that condescending tone. But Lillian already began to sit up straighter in anticipation carful not to let this emotion overtake her. “But tentatively, I believe we can work something out.”

A small smirk graced across her lips as she extended her hand. “Very well, Mr. Solomons, I’ll have my associates reach out to your tomorrow.” With that, she was on her feet, quickly remembering to pick up the dreadful letter she had pulled out moments ago. Carful in her movements she walked slowly out of office and shut the door behind her, leaving Alfie sitting in silence, wondering what he had just agreed to. He held much respect for Thomas and therefor placed some onto his younger counterpart. 

Lillian exited the factory and began down the darkening street until she was able to hail an oncoming cab. 

“Watery Lane, please,” she said quietly to the driver who nodded at her instructions. She was eager to meet with Aunt Polly and tell her of her plan of action knowing the elder Shelby would be much more receptive to this idea. Her only fear was Thomas, but that would have to wait. She just hoped that she had done the right thing. 

[thehardy-boys]

The Platform (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Hey! Its literally been like forever but I've had some time to myself and actually written something. This was not requested or anything but I just got inspired with all the new content recently. Anyways, pls enjoy. It's a series so there will be more parts to the story.

Warnings: Sadness, negative thoughts, flirting if you squint (In the future -- smut 😏)

Part 1

(y/n) hadn’t planned on ever coming back.

“I’ll put your tea here then mum. Alright?” (y/n) spoke fairly loudly so the elderly woman could hear. She was nearing eighty and she had lost most of her sight and hearing. She was a ghost nearing on a corpse. But there was no one else to look after her. As these kinds of responsibilities usually fall on the women, the daughters, they fell on (y/n) just the same.  

“I’m heading to work. Mrs. Iona will check in on you from time to time, alright?” The bedroom door was almost closed when she heard the slight mumble coming from the shriveled woman.

“Not supposed to be here. Don’t want her here. Take her away.”

She paused only for a moment suddenly hit with a wave of the past. The tide so strong it almost pulled her into its murky depths. But with the door closed and the sight of her mother taken away (y/n) turned her back and softly made her way out of her mother’s house.

She waved to Mrs. Iona as she shut the front gate and walked back down the street towards the main road. Her shoes already collecting the terrible coal dust.

She hated it here. The heavy air that the sunlight could never quite penetrate which resulted in the town being in a constant gloom. It made her skin crawl. The unhappiness was crippling. The drunkards already stumbling around the street at eleven o’clock in the morning, the starving children running back and forth, the haggard mothers one step closer to the grave and the dark alleys that were haunted with glistening knives, illegal pistols, and razor-sharp caps.

Get me out of here. Get me out of here. (y/n) screamed internally but she only pushed open the heavy wooden door of the newspaper agency and kindly greeted Mrs. Kelley the receptionist before making her way to the back of the building and sitting down at her desk. Another day. More editing. That was her lot in life: never to be the one writing and creating but only a ghost in the machine, a minion behind the scenes.

By the end of every long day at the newspaper house the words would blur into one huge muddle. She’d pack up her small bag, wish a good night to her boss Mr. Beavers, and head home. Her eyes would be sore and her brain throbbing with a headache. But that was just Small Heath, barely living.

(y/n) felt that she had something missing. She knew she had it when she was younger because of all her memories. The vibrancy of the trees she climbed, the scent of baking in the kitchen, the damp fur of their pet dogs after a rain storm. Everything was so vivid back then and full. Her eyes open and wanting, now she was shuttered, fragile, and tired. Her knees often ached and her neck sore from hunching over papers all day. She was decaying, slowly.

“(y/n)!” Her head popped up from her desk at the sound of her name. Polly Gray was making her way towards her. She was as formidable as (y/n) remembered. She rose up to return Polly’s hug.

“Mrs. Gray, It’s so nice to see you!” Polly squeezed a bit tighter. The warmth of her body rubbing off onto (y/n). She welcomed it. It had been so long since she had received any kind of touch.

“When the hell did you get back?”

“About a year now.”

“A year!? A whole year and you didn’t bother to drop me a line?” Her outrage wore the mask of humor but (y/n) could tell there was genuine worry, genuine hurt lurking behind it.

(y/n) shook her head in apology, “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting to come back here and then a lot happened and I’ve just been so busy Mrs. Gray. I’m really sorry.”

“No, I know (y/n). I heard what happened. Awful stuff. I had no idea you were here dealing with it all. You should have asked for help.”

(y/n) began to shake her head and ward off Polly’s offer when her boss’s door opened up behind her.

“Ah, Mrs. Gray and Mr. Shelby do come in.” He gestured warmly into his office.

Polly rubbed her arm before stepping inside.

A tall man had been standing behind Polly. (y/n) hadn’t noticed him in the frenzy of the greeting but she didn’t need an introduction. Nobody in Small Heath did. He was just as the ladies described him at the grocers she went to weekly: cold, inscrutable, foreboding, and dangerous.  

(y/n) had lived in Small Heath only until she had turned thirteen and then her family had moved away. Her father had been close to Polly and consequently (y/n), over the years, had played with the young Shelby brothers. (y/n)’s older brother had gotten along well with Arthur and if she concentrated hard enough, she could remember playing hide and seek with Thomas and John Shelby. But it was all so long ago, and she realized she hadn’t seen any of them in over fifteen years. And yet she knew it was Thomas. She knew.

She wondered mildly if he remembered her, “(y/n) (l/n).” That was all he said with a quick nod he passed her by not glancing back and nor did she.

Polly left first and, on her way, reminded (y/n) to drop by. An hour or so later Thomas came out, as well. (y/n) was neck deep in the upcoming Sunday issue so she barely registered the figure standing next to her desk.

“Oh, Mr. Shelby! Did Mr. Beavers ask me to get you any forms?” She pushed away her paper hurriedly and stood up.

He shook his head slowly and continued to stare at her, hands deep in his pockets.

She tilted her head as a question, and he only shrugged slightly.

“I was trying to remember why you left, all those years ago.”

(y/n) sat back down. A flicker of fear coursed through her at the reminder of their family’s departure. A broken window, her father’s bruised face, and her mother’s hands constantly trembling.

“It wasn’t my decision; it was my parents.” She didn’t look up at him and instead pulled her papers back towards her. She didn’t want to sift through all those years. She could barely make it through the present.

He must have sensed the finality because he bid her good day and left but his stare stayed with her all day and even into the night. The frostiness of the blue. The condemnation they held for humanity.

Mr. Beavers explained the next morning that they were starting a partnership with Shelby Limited. They would be expanding their sports column to include more articles on the races. Mr. Beavers excitedly described the hope for a few informative articles on the intricacies of horse racing, training, and breeding. But it wasn’t just about horses Mr. Beavers went on, being attached to Shelby Limited allowed them an easy avenue for new stories and information. It was a ready-made news source.

“All this in exchange for what?” (y/n) asked.

“We give Mr. Shelby’s races publicity and well…occasionally we would publish or not publish certain articles for the company.”

(y/n) crossed her arms, “So they can censor us? What stops them from completely taking over the paper? What if next week they decide they don’t want the Theatre column? Evan and Nate would be out of the job.”

Mr. Beavers frantically shook his head, “It’s not like that, not like that at all. I know Mrs. Gray and I trust her. The company is not interested in that kind of control. I mean we’re only a small agency, (y/n).”

And thus, the partnership began and now not just (y/n) felt the steely stare of Mr. Shelby, but the entirety of the agency did.

It started slowly but Thomas began to come by once or twice a week. It was usually on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (y/n) learned from Mr. Beavers that they were working on a contract. She would here the tell-tale sound of expensive shoes on the marble floor and know even without looking up who it was. Thomas Shelby walked with such authority in his three piece suits all the young ladies at the agency were already gossiping about him during their lunch breaks. But (y/n) kept her distance.

She had always been an outsider in Small Heath. The community never welcomed her family, something to do with their Jewish ties. And now, after returning, people were even more wary. (y/n) could tell there were whispers behind her back. She ignored the fake apologies about the missing invitation when she caught her colleagues out for a bite to eat all together. It didn’t bother her, not really.

“Mr. Shelby, Mr. Beavers will be right out. His previous meeting’s running a bit late. Please sit down if you’d like.” She gestured to the few arm chairs by the window. He only nodded and sat. He lit his cigarette and did what he always seemed to do around her, stare. And she ignored him in favor of the monumental stack of paperwork in front of her.

“How much do they pay you here?” He asked out of the blue. His deep voice easily cutting through her concentration.

She looked over, “Minimum wage.”

“For all that?” He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

(y/n) shrugged.

“You edit, organize, design, and manage each issue and only get minimum wage?”

“I’m not in a position to be picky, Mr. Shelby.��� She bristled a bit.

He took another drag and let the smoke column upwards. He did look beautiful with the sunlight streaming in behind him. It caught the contours of his angular face and she thought yeah, I think I get it now.

He cleared his throat and sat back satisfied her attention was now on him, “Don’t you remember me?”

“Yes. I mean we were just kids.” She shrugged lightly.

“We met on the platform.” He took another inhale of his smoke, “After the war.”

(y/n) blinked.

“Yes, we did.” Her throat had gone dry.

He opened his mouth to continue but “(y/n)! I need the consumer reports.” It was Evelyn from the market section. Her plump red lips perking up at the sight of Thomas. (y/n) had the feeling Evelyn already knew he would be here; the reports weren’t needed until the end of the day.

“Yes. Here they are.” (y/n) sifted through her desk and handed over the packet.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Evelyn asked. She played with a few loose strands of her hair.

“Oh. Uh-Mr. Shelby this is Ms. Lowe. Ms. Lowe, Mr. Shelby from Shelby Limited.”

“Ever so pleased to meet you, sir.” She placed a sneaky hand on her hip and shifted her weight a tad to conform her body into an elegant pose.

And she was attractive (y/n) had to admit. She was young and full of vigor. Her hair always done to perfection and makeup never smudged. She looked like a movie star. She looked like a woman all men would fall head over heels for. (y/n) inwardly cringed. She could only imagine what she must look like next to this creature of beauty.

But when (y/n) looked over to see Thomas’ reaction, he seemingly hadn’t stopped looking at her. Only when their eyes met did Thomas glance over at Evelyn and give a slight nod.

“Mr. Shelby! Please come in, come in! I do apologize about the delay!” Mr. Beavers rushed out and hurriedly greeted the businessman.

After the door closed Evelyn let out a huff. She handed back the packet to (y/n).

“I don’t even need these. I just wanted him to get a look if you know what I mean.”

(y/n) gave a small smile hoping to be rid of the superficial woman but she had one last request.

“Put in a few good words for me, will you? He always comes by your desk. Just drop in a few hints?”

(y/n) sighed and re-organized a few papers, “I’ll try my best Evelyn, but I can’t promise anything.”

A few hours later, Evelyn really did come and collect the consumer reports but lucky for her the office door opened and the two men appeared.

“And wonderful (y/n) here will get the correct form for you to sign Mr. Shelby. Let’s organize a convenient day for her to drop the upcoming issue down at your office weekly.”

Evelyn who was too quick easily swooped in without any hesitation, “I can help, Mr. Beavers. You know that I have a much more open schedule than (y/n). I’d be happy to deliver the issue.” She smiled blindingly.

(y/n) just sat there watching the whole thing unfold. In fact, she was actually grateful Evelyn was sticking her nose into it because she didn’t want to see more of Thomas than she already had these past few weeks.

“That is true, Mr. Beavers. Evelyn has a bit more time on her hands these days.”

The boss was beginning to make the face of agreement before, “I’d like Ms. (l/n) to be the one making the deliveries.”

And there was no room for argument with Mr. Shelby.

“Of course, whatever works best for Mr. Shelby. Let’s say every Thursday?” Mr. Beavers heartily clasped the man’s hand and then beckoned Evelyn into his office for a round up on the recent reports. (y/n) didn’t miss the venomous look the other woman shot her.

(y/n) opened her desk drawer and took out the mentioned form that needed the signature.

“Just here, Mr. Shelby.” She held out a pen for him without bothering to look up. This turned out to be a bad idea because she jumped in surprise as he partially leaned over her to sign the paper. He smelled of oak and whisky. He carried the scent of the past.

She remembered seeing his eyes in the sea of green uniforms on the platform. And she knew. She just knew. After all those years. She had walked towards him. He stood there waiting for her. His beautiful blue eyes. That beautiful face.

“(y/n) (l/n).” He had said her name then with such certainty like it was law. Like it had some kind of divine meaning and not just a jumble of letters.

“Is that all?” He asked setting the pen down.

She cleared her throat, “Yes.”

She expected him to be on his way, but she looked up when she never heard the retreating footsteps. He still stood next to her one hand on the back of her chair. Looking down at her.

“Did you not expect me to remember you?”

She clenched her jaw, “Why would I expect you to remember me?”

He furrowed his brow and walked away.

Part 2

[kira-fluff]

a/n: this one is for @jades-bullshit per request <3 i had a lot of fun writing this so feel free to submit another request for any of the fandoms i write for! it makes my day**luke is strictly platonic

reacting to you singing an inappropriate song innocently - obey me! dateables x reader

diavolo "Chest to chest, tongue on neck (neck) International oral sex"

lets out a surprised laugh

"wow y/n, i didn't know you liked listening to this sort of stuff"

thinks it's funny the way you're humming it with the purest smile on your face

kinda makes him wanna devour you whole

he's very intrigued by the music of your world

he'll ask you more about the artist and if there are other songs that are this... blatantly sexual

can't help the big grin he has on his face

he loves you more everyday

and you're just so interesting

"humans are just so...intriguing!" *laughs*

barbatos "Anyway, every day I'm tryna get to it Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty'"

raises an eyebrow quizzically

"is this what they call..'horny on main?'"

LMFAO WHERE DID U LEARN THOSE WORDS WTFFF

will lowkey shames you even tho he knows you don't mean it like that

pulls at the collar of his suit

is it getting a little hot in here?

finds his face flushing

wringing his hands

you're so unpredictable

he'd spend all day trying to figure you out

to him, you're an enigma.

"you're something else, that's for sure. you always manage to surprise me."

simeon "Been around the world, don't speak the language (uh-huh) But your booty don't need explaining (uh-huh)"

humans can be so vulgar!

it's been a few centuries since he's heard a song like this

covers luke's ears, it must be done

eyes are so wide

concerned about you honestly

but after he sees your carefree expression

he can't help but just shake his head

you're still as innocent as you were the day you came to devildom

you're so precious awe

but definitely not as pure as you look lol

"it's been awhile since you've done something that wasn't very...angelic.. i guess i can let it slide."

solomon "Her pussy so good I bought her a pet Anyway, every day I'm tryna get to it"

it's been a few years since he's heard a song like this

not that he hasn't had his fair share of experiences

you're a little strange, the way you innocently smile and sing along to the dirty song

but he likes you like that

and he's a little weird too

the longer he looks at you, the more he finds himself avoiding your eye contact

when your eyes accidentally meet your staring, he quickly looks away

stutters his way through an excuse

"a-uhm... it's nothing.."

luke (platonic) "Dos Cadenas, close to genius Sold out arenas, you can suck my--"

simeon covered his ears

what was the next line? why did he suddenly cover his ears?

whatever, the entire song was so...sinful!

he wouldn't be surprised if mammon wrote the song since he's such a gross, dirty demon

lets out a GASP at the others facial expressions

doesn't understand all the innuendos tbh lol

don't do this to him he is bABY

suggests some songs that michael sang instead <3

"you don't want to listen to that demonic stuff! i have some much better songs to recommend you, but it's not like i care or anything!"

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 16: 'You're No Good For Me'

Warnings In This Chapter: Hinted affair, mentions of blood, manipulation etc etc. ANGST

Masterlist:

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It took you almost twenty minutes to calm your children down.

Reassuring them that things were going to be okay. But even you yourself were unsure. Giving them a tight hug and a kiss goodnight, making sure to tell Frances to stay with them until they fell asleep, before you entered the bedroom.

You didn't want them to hear the absolute terror you were about to unleash.

Thomas sat on the bed, his jacket discarded and his white shirt somewhat unbuttoned. His hand was still wrapped in the blood-stained cloth from the dining table. You harshly slammed the door behind you, making the room rattle, approaching him and stopping to stand in front of him with your arms crossed.

“You lost your temper with my kids, Thomas…That can never happen again, do you understand?” 

He only nods once before he purses his lips and looks up at you.

“Your kids are out of control,” He stated with raised brows and condescension behind his words. Your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“They’re fuckin’ kids! That is how kids behave when they’re tired, hungry, and disappointed,” You listed. He arched a brow at you. 'Disappointed' he repeated with a bitter laugh.

“I told you I wasn’t ready for this, didn’t I? I warned ya…I fuckin’ warned ya,” He pointed a finger at you with his non-injured hand before he stood up and struggled to unknot his tie with one hand, taking strides to his wardrobe. You stood in your place as you stared at him, bewildered.

“It’s not that hard to ask for help, you could have asked your Aunt or your sister for help, but it’s a little too late to turn back now,” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Yeah, I am sure Aunt Pol would have some great advice on how to discipline your kids for you,” He simply said with a small glance. Perplexed, you screwed your brows together. 

“Don’t you dare,” You seethed.

“What?” He taunted, walking to his wardrobe to put his clothes away. 

“Don’t you dare blame my kids, the only person acting like a child tonight was you!” 

He exhales heavily as he slammed the door to the wardrobe shut before turning to you, the obvious frustration on his face. His normal glacier eyes were dark like the darkest depths of the ocean as he wore a stern look on his face. He approached you, at least a few inches away from your face. Under any other circumstances, he would just be a kiss away. And everything would have been forgotten.

“I’m acting like a child?” Shock laced his question.

“Yes, you are,” You argued. You looked down and reached for his wrist, bringing it up to show him. “You slammed your hands so hard, that you broke a fucking glass and you cut yourself…you threw a tantrum just like a fuckin’ baby,” He jerked his hand away from you. He wasn’t in any pain, his anger numbed it.

“I have made big sacrifices for you…huge fuckin’ sacrifices, I am behind on my work because I spent all my time with you-” 

“And you think I haven’t? I have to commute at least forty minutes back and forth everyday,” You interrupted. 

“And that wouldn't have been a problem if you just took everyone’s advice and hired someone to help you,” He said quietly. 

You took a deep breath before speaking again. 

“You walked into my family…my beautiful family that took years to grow and create, one that you would have started by now if you had any strength, courage, or restraint,” You stepped back from him, glaring at him with disgust. “Esme was right, you’re unstable…I get it…work is hard but that does not give you the right to act the way you do,” 

“And how is that, (Y/n)?” His condescending tone was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your blood boils with every second. 

“Oh, would you like me to list it off for you, Thomas?” You asked. “Your terrible temper, your unstable mood, your drinking problem, and the fact that I found snow in your office and opium in your nightstand!” You yelled. 

He chuckled.

“Ah, after all this time…I still stand by what I assumed,” 

“Which assumption would that be? Because you’ve made so many,” You laughed. You stood far away from each other. You were by your vanity while he leaned against the bedpost. 

“You pretended to be drunk to get me to fuck you, get you pregent,” 

You both fell silent. The only noises in the room were your heavy breaths and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace as the flames cast an intimidating shadow upon your face. Your chest heaved up and down rapidly as you gulped down the lump in your throat as your hands moved to rub your stomach, protectively as the baby began to move about and kick. 

“Oh God…How could you say that?” You asked yourself as you turned away from him. You held your hand over your mouth to side the sobs as you bent over, one hand leaning on the vanity. Thomas slowly approaches you and attempts to hold you. 

“This is just an obstacle…eh? Listen to me…Listen to me (Y/n), I am sorry I shouldn’t have said that, this was only a setback,” 

You pulled your arms away from his touch. Overwhelmed by everything around you. His smell, his touch, his voice, the hot temperature of the room, the weight of the baby, everything had you wanting to just tear your hair out and scream. 

“No…No this isn’t a setback, Thomas…this is a fuckin’ disaster!” 

“I warned you that the stress of what I do and the stress of this is going to ruin our relationship-” 

“The stress of what?” You asked, turning to him with tears in your eyes. 

“Having a baby together,” He answered. You shook your head. 

“No…Three…” You held up your shaky hand, showing three fingers. “Thomas…Three children!” 

“I didn’t even ask for one!” His voice boomed.

“You act like you’re the only one who fucked up their life,” 

He shook his head before he sat down at your vanity chair, picking up a cigarette to rub it across his lips before lighting it.  

“I guess that’s what happens…” He took a deep breath. “When strangers get drunk and fuck,” he exhales the smoke. 

You paused and swallow thickly. Your eyes scanned him. Until you spotted the red smudge on the collar of his shirt, the red and purple spots on his clavicle. Everything seems so clear now. Your eyes began to tear up as you gasp in doubt.

"I knew it," You muttered as you looked away. Thomas lifted his head to look at you.

"I fucking knew it!" You shouted, picking up a glass perfume bottle and raising it to throw it at him, Thomas quickly leaves the vanity chair and rushes to the washroom, dropping the cigarette as the glass bottle shattered against the hardwood as it merely missed him.

"What the fuck?!" He shouted from behind the door. He could only hear you shouting, crying and the loud crashing of only what he assumed was you breaking the valuables on the vanity. He scrambles to look in the mirror, cursing to himself as he looked at the love-bites and the lipstick that were evidently clear now that he was sober.

"You're a fucking coward Thomas Shelby!" You cried as you leaned against the door.

"It was nothing (y/n), you're overreacting!"

You chuckled sourly. leaving the door to sit on the bed. Thomas cautiously opened the door, looking out into the room, the broken glass of the beauty products were haphazardly spread across the floor. There you sat, tears glistening on your cheekbones as you looked down at the floor.

"(y/n)…please," He held his uninjured hand out as if you were a wild animal. You tsked and roll your eyes at him.

"Oh please, Thomas..." You mumbled.

He threw his hands up, breathing heavily.

"Humor me, Thomas..." You started, slowly standing up. "Who was it?"

"I don't know what you're-"

"Stop lying for one second and tell me!" You snapped. He blinks, his body seemed less tense as he conjured up the courage to tell you.

"You know who," He simply stated.

"At least have some courage and say her fuckin' name...you owe me that at least,"

Thomas licks his lips and looks down. Suddenly feeling brave he says her name. It felt like a curse leaving his lips.

"Lizzie Stark,"

You nod bitterly, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I’m packing my shit and I’m leaving…tonight,” You told him, turning back around to pack whatever little you had left into a trunk. He watched as you then went into your children's room to wake them up and help them pack a small bag, fetching some maids to help you take them to the car as you threw whatever gifts, dresses, jewelry, other materialistic things he got for you onto the floor. Throwing your coat on as you made your way down the stairs with Frances’s help. Your children, although confused and still tired, sat in the backseat of the company car, knowing this was the last time you would have that kind of luxury. You sat in the middle as they rested their heads on your shoulders and cuddled into your sides. A single tear escaped your eye as the car began to take off down the long entry path. If only Thomas knew of the agony you felt in your heart.

Thomas stood outside, watching in somberness as you left. Without a goodbye and second glance. You and Thomas had argued before, of course but it never got this bad. It was always resolved by the morning, but he feared that this was the last time. 

He wanted to cry, scream, and yell over the fact that he really fucked up his last chance with you. He loved you more than words could say. As the car disappears into the dark distance he retreats back inside. 

"Should I assume she is coming back, sir?" Frances asked. 

"That...I am unsure, Frances..." He shook his head. 

"Please get some rest, Mr. Shelby...have some peace of mind," 

And so he did. He tried at least. He cleaned up most of your mess but as he laid in bed he held the engagement ring between his fingers. You had left it on your vanity before you took off. 

Oh how beautiful it would have looked on your finger when you got married. 

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Much Ado About Nothing

Alfie Solomons x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking,

Premise: It's a Much Ado About Nothing AU, with Alfie as Benedick and Reader as Beatrice

Useful links: click here for a plot summary of the play, here for access to a version w/David Tennant and Katherine Tate, here for a proshot of a production at the Globe, and here for a wonderful video essay that discusses the plot and has a very insightful tangent about Judaism in Shakespeare.

{I've got a lot going on right now what with the production I'm in being in tech, plus even if I'm doing a simplified version of this, it's still quite a bit of work to go through the script bit by bit, I've decided that I'm going to just release the bit that I have done, and then if people really want more I'll do it in parts}

{Most dialogue is either directly quoted or paraphrased directly from the original text}

It was a beautiful day in the seaside town of Margate, and for the first time in years, you and your family were finally able to enjoy it. The war had been over for months, and with the arrival of spring, it felt like the world was finally alive again.

You were out lounging on the veranda with your cousin Esme, and her friend Ada, enjoying the fresh air when you heard footsteps coming down the gravel driveway. Esme sat up, in her deck chair, "Are we expecting company?"

"I didn't think so." You frowned.

Ada was already at the railing, peering around to try and make out who it was, "I don't recognize him- but he is wearing an army uniform!"

Esme let out a squeal, all but jumping up out of her chair and rushing over to look over Ada's shoulder. You let out a groan, reaching for your drink.

It only took a few moments for your uncle, Johnny Dogs to come bursting out onto the veranda, a letter in hand, and followed closely by Polly and the messenger Ada had seen, "I've learned, in this letter, that Tommy Shelby and his unit are coming to Margate, this very night!"

Esme let out another squeal, quickly chattering away to Ada, filling her in on the events of the Unit's last stop in Margate just before the war.

"He was very near by this," The messenger offered, "They were just getting into town when I left them."

Johnny Dogs nodded, "And how many gentlemen did you lose in this- action?"

"Our unit seems to oppose the rest of the war: we lost few of sort and none of name." The messenger said proudly. This prompted another little burst of excitement from Esme.

"A victory is twice itself when the achievers return home in full number."

Johnny aimed a pointed look at her, reading a bit more from the letter, "It says here, that Tommy has bestowed much honor on his younger brother John."

You chuckled as Esme went bright red, practically glaring back across the veranda with the look of someone caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by the Sergeant Major. He bore himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion. He has indeed better bettered expectation than you must expect me to tell you." The messenger excepted the drink offered to him.

You pulled yourself up out of your chair, "I pray you, has signor Mountanto returned from the war, or no?"

The messenger turned to you with a frown, "I know none by that name, Lady."

"My cousin means that Captain Solomons from Camden town." Esme spoke up, glad the attention was finally gone from her and her crush.

"Oh, he's returned and as pleasant as ever."

You let off a scoff, "I pray you, how many has he killed and eaten in this war? How many has he killed, for I have sworn to eat all his killing."

"Niece, you tax Mr. Solomons too much." Johnny Dogs scolded.

Polly chuckled from where she'd taken up your empty chair, "But he'll meet with you, I have no doubt."

The messenger still focused on you, "He has done good service in the war, lady."

You raised an eyebrow, "You had stale food, and he helped you eat it. He's a very brave eater. He has good stomach for it."

"And a good soldier, too, Lady."

"And a good soldier to a lady," You shot back, "But what is he too a lord?"

"A lord to a lord, a man to a man, stuffed with all honorable virtues."

"It is so indeed," You nodded, punctuating your words with a sip from your drink, "He is no less than a stuffed man. but for the stuffing- well, we are all mortal."

"You must not mistake my niece, sir," Johnny Dogs interrupted, quickly explaining, "There is a kind of merry war between Mr. Solomons and her: they never meet but there is a skirmish of wit between them."

You groaned, "He learns nothing by that!"

"It's true enough." Ada teased.

You crossed to the rail of the veranda, leaning back against it, "In our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now the whole man is governed with one. So that if he have wit enough to keep him warm, it marks the difference between he and his horse. It is all the wealth he has left, to be known for a reasonable creature."

The messenger let out a laugh, "Truly?"

"Aye," You nodded, "Tell me, who is his companion now? He has a new sworn brother each month."

"Is it possible?"

"Very easily possible, he wears his faith like the fashion of his hat- it always changes with the next block."

"I see, Lady. The gentlemen is not in your books." The messenger nodded as if he finally understood.

"No, and if he were I would burn the whole library." You nodded in a agreement, "But truly, who is his companion? Is there no young man who make voyage to the devil with him?"

"He's mostly in the company of the younger Shelby brother: John." And as he gestured back toward Esme, who blushed again, you had to hand it to the messenger: he was a quick learner.

"Oh lord," You groaned, "He will hang upon him like a disease. Alife is sooner caught than the pestilence and the taker always runs mad. God help young John, if he has caught the Solomons it will cost him much to be cured of it."

The messenger chuckled, "I will hold friends with you lady."

You grinned, reaching out to clink your glass to his, "Do, good friend."

"And you'll never run mad niece?" Your uncle asked.

"No, not till a hot january." You quipped.

Before anyone else could retort, the sound of gravel crunch under tires filled the air, and Johnny Dogs was leading the way off the veranda and around the side of the house to meet the new guests.

There in the driveway, your little party was met with the grimmer one of Mr. Shelby. Thomas himself was leading the way towards the house from the cars, flanked by the others as he called, "Johnny Dogs, you've come to meet your trouble. You know the fashion of the world is to avoid cost, yet you encounter it."

Johnny Dogs let out a barking laugh, "Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of you and your good men. For trouble being gone, comfort remains and when you leave- sorrow abides and happiness leaves with you."

"You brace your charge too willingly." Still, Tommy allowed himself to be dragged into his hug. When they seperated, Tommy caught sight of the rest of the party, "Ah, then this your daughter, Esme."

"Her mother has many times told me so."

Finally disentangling himself from the ruckus being made by the soldiers now that they were out of Tommy's orders, Alfie appear at his side, "Were you in doubt sir, that you asked her?"

"Ah, Mr. Solomons, no, for then you were only a child." Johnny said, slapping him on the back.

"You have it full Alfie, and we can tell what kind of man you are for it," Tommy, turned making his way back to Esme, "Surely the lady fathers herself. Be happy lady, for you are like an honorable father."

"If Johnny Dogs be her father, then she would not have his head on her shoulders for all of Margate!" Alfie laughed, but the group had already moved away, as Tommy caught up with the rest of the household.

From where you had found a perch against the side of the house you sighed, "It's a wonder you will still be talking, Alfie. Nobody marks you."

"What-" Alfie slowly turned on his heel, taking in the sight of you, lounging in the sun, "My dear Lady Disdain- are you yet living?"

You smirked, raising your glass towards him mockingly, "Is it possible disdain should die when she has such food to feed on as Alfie Solomons? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence."

"Then is courtesy a turncoat. But, it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepting," He wagged a finger in your direction, "and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart- for truly, I love none."

"A dear happiness to women!" You cheered, pushing off the wall to stalk closer to him. "They would else have been troubled by a horrid suitor. I thank god and my cold blood that I am of your humor for that, I would rather hear a dog bark at a crow than a man swear that he loves me."

Alfie barked out a laugh, pointing a finger your direction, "God keep your ladyship in that frame of mind! So some gentleman or other can escape a scratched face!"

"Scratching could not make it worse, if it were such a face as yours."

"Well, you are a rare parrot teacher!" Alfie scoffed.

Your face suddenly felt hot, and you scrambled to retort, "Well better a bird of my tongue than a beast of yours!"

"I would my horse had the speed of your tongue and so a good continuer. But keep your way, in god's name, I am done." He all but waved you away, turning to follow as the rest of the company began to make their way into the house.

You sat for a long moment, watching him disappear, before shaking your head and making your way back around towards the veranda, muttering, "You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old."

[ryuzakemo128]

Incorrect Quotes - Peaky Blinders au (Part One)

Characters used: Alfie Solomons, Thomas Shelby. Plus Red (Female Reader)

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten )

(Divider by this person here )

Red: Hi. Alfie: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him? Red: I did. Alfie: And what did he say? Red: “Thank you.” Alfie: You’re totally welcome. What’d he say? Red: He said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Thomas said, “Thank you.”

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Thomas: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Alfie: Did Red say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Thomas: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Red: Thank you all for coming. Thomas, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. Red: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck A Task Force". Alfie: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

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Red: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Thomas: Apparently, we're not.

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Thomas, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Red: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

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Red: Thomas, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! Thomas: Rebuke? Is that a word? Red: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! Thomas: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

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Thomas: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Red: Maybe we would, if you would STOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

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Red: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." Thomas: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

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Thomas: I am an expert at identifying birds. Red: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Thomas: Yeah, they're all birds.

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Red, dramatically: They called me a fool. Thomas, sick of Red's shit: They weren’t wrong.

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Thomas, texting Red: I’m a theif. Red: Thief. Thomas: Theif. Red: I before E except after C. Thomas: Thceif. Red: NO.

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Thomas: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Red: What changed your mind? Thomas: Oh, I still think you're a bitch. I've just grown to like that about you.

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Red: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT! Thomas: ...

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Red: Just be yourself. Say something nice. Thomas: Which one? I can't do both.

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Red: Thomas, fuck off. Red: And by "fuck off" I mean "fuck off right back here and listen", you insufferable prick.

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Thomas: *is visibly upset* Red: Thomas, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out Candyland wasn't an actual country.

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Thomas: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Red: But don't you hate yourself. Thomas: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Red: Can I have some? Thomas, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

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Thomas: Red... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now. Red: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Thomas: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

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Thomas: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack. Red: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

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Thomas: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, Red, are a fucking cactus.

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Red: Hey Thomas, can you give me the opposite of these words? Red: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Thomas: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Thomas: The fucking satisfaction.

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Thomas: What happened?! Red: Do you want the long version or the short version? Thomas: Sh-short?? Red: Shit's fucked. Thomas: Okay, long. Red: Shit's very fucked.

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Red: Hey, Thomas. What kind of flowers do you prefer? Thomas: I like sunflowers. Red, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

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Thomas: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it. Red: If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

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Thomas: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Red.

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Red: Thomas, you love me, right? Thomas: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Thomas: What happened to your nose? Red: I used it to break some guy's fist.

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Thomas: Hey. Red: Hey? Thomas: I can't sleep. :/ Red: I can. Goodnight

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Thomas: Hold on, I can explain! Red: Really? Can you now? Thomas: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

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Thomas, after getting a job as a life guard: Hmm... I wonder what those things at the bottom of the pool are.. Red: THOSE ARE PEOPLE DROWNING!

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Thomas: *fast-forwards all the way through the movie* Red: You can't just skip to the happy ending! Thomas: I don't have time for their problems.

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Red: Why are you always trying to aggravate me? Thomas: To relax.

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Thomas: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Thomas: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! Red: Thomas just threw a tantrum about a chair. Red: I just won Thomas Tantrum Bingo.

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Thomas: My life is a mess. Red: Thomas relax, go get a beer. Thomas: I don’t want a beer. Red Who said it was for you?

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Thomas: A decision had to be made. Red: And you fucked it up!

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Thomas: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Red: Who told you my secret?

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Thomas: You’re mean! Red: You’re meaner! Thomas: Yeah, well, you’re ugly too! Red: You’re uglier! Thomas: You’re a dumbass! Red: You’re a dumberass! Thomas: You think “dumberass” is a good insult!

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Thomas: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. Red: There are no books in prison. Thomas: *sighs* Thank you.

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Thomas: Are you drinking enough water? Red: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

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Red: Thomas, you need to react when people cry! Thomas: I did. I rolled my eyes.

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Thomas: I think this might be a bad idea... Red: Don't start thinking on me now!

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Red: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it. Thomas: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out. Red: Th-that's not how that works-

[unmra]

kpop playlist — obey me

ft. simeon, asmodeus, mammon, solomon, beelzebub.

author note i was drunk when i made this??? bored??? exasperate??? way too tired to properly write something??? yes

SIMEON ( 1h 00m )

| peek-a-boo — red velvet

POP! — nayeon

baby blue love — twice

hello — joy |

ASMODEUS ( 1h 22m )

| mascara — xg

dalla dalla — itzy

gashina — sunmi

lip & hip — hyuna |

MAMMON ( 1h 16m )

money — lisa

mmmh — kai

bad boy — red velvet

is this bad bitch number? — jeon soyeon

SOLOMON ( 1h 11m )

zimzalabim — red velvet

boom — nct dream

odd eye — dreamcatcher

first — everglow

BEELZEBUB ( 56m )

ice cream — blackpink

candy — twice

coffee — bts

lemonade — nct 127

[thebellearchives]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐘 🔞 minors dni

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you get home after the meeting with Diavolo just to find out Solomon wasn’t as inmune to vampiritis as he had thought

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : smut, vampire!solomon, fem!reader, lots of biting, blood, pet names (love, darling), fang kink, temperature kink, slight primal/praise kinks, fingering, oral (fem receiving), slight dom/sub dynamics, solomon being a total tease as always, almost p-rn without plot? absolutely did not proofread this took me like three days lol

‧₊˚ a / n : … you all knew this was coming, i have no regrets, bye

Tense and expectant, your eyes focused on Solomon. In a quick, sudden movement your wrists were pinned against the wall, a gasp escaping from your lips. The sorcerer moved closer to you, almost in slow motion, like a predator reveling in the vulnerability of cornered prey.

“Are you aware of the dangers that come with taunting a vampire like that?” his voice, now deep and breathy, lingered over your skin so seductively that your frame shivered against his. You just nodded, swallowing in anticipation, face quickly flushing. The sorcerer chuckled, his knee sliding in the middle of your weak ones.

“You smell so good” he sighed, his lips searched for your neck and breathed in, almost as if he could pick up your flavour in the air.

“Won’t you have a taste?” you asked in hopes he indulged into your little fantasy, heat already pooling in your lower belly.

His lips widened in a mocking smile, and then his tongue travelled up your skin right where your blood pulsed quickly for him, prompting you to inhale sharply and close your hands into pleading fists. His derisive laugh reached your ears once more.

“Your blood’s pumping faster than usual, it’s almost as if you were aroused” his teeth grazed your neck.

The scratching of his fangs made you whimper, your immediate reaction was to close your legs but ended up squeezing his knee instead, the wetness in between your thighs becoming uncomfortable by the minute.

“It’s almost as if you weren’t thirsty anymore” the words left your mouth nearing the tone of a complaint, both of his hands then travelled down your body, settling on your hips.

“Now now, I can see you’re eager darling but I like to play with my food…” his brisk fingers grabbed you by your thighs and his new found strength picked you up easily.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, Solomon’s mouth searched for your lips before pressing an intense kiss on them. You opened your mouth to feel his tongue brushing agains yours, his fangs scratching its surface. Solomon moved you towards the other wall of the entrance hall and sat you down on a small table, the decorations falling nosily to the ground. Cheekily, you licked his fangs before he pulled away. With your breath caught in your throat, your hands gripped his shirt to keep him close as he hovered over you, one of his hands finding its way to your clothed core under your skirt, while the other one traced up your spine through your blouse. You felt yourself shrinking in the limited space between his torso and the wall, arching your back in reaction to his hand traveling up and his thumb starting to rub circles on your sensitive spot. Your hips started to slowly match the rhythm, breathing through your mouth. Nimble fingers moved away the fabric of your underwear and slid down your folds, the cold touch making you jump and search for stability on his shoulders.

“Look at you, you’re so cute like this, so wet, so defenseless” a playful giggle purred in his chest “am I too cold for you?”

“It’s-” you almost choked on your own saliva when his fingers started to tease your entrance “Its okay”

“Is it now?” Solomon introduced one of his fingers inside you, the icy feeling making you whine and grip his shoulders “you like that?”

A reply didn’t come from your lips, your head focused on the movements of his fingers, his palm rubbing at your clit and his breathing on your ear. But Solomon’s hand slowed down to the point where you almost couldn’t feel the movement, your walls clenched in a needy protest, thighs trying to press against each other despite him being in the middle.

“Solomon…” you cried in annoyance.

“Solomon asked you a question, I suggest you answer” a smirk tugged from the corners of his lips.

“Yes” one of your hands went up and tugged from the roots of his silvery strands “yes, just keep going”

“Happy to give my adorable apprentice everything she asks for”

And so he started pumping his fingers into you, your body squirming from the feeling of cold intertwining with the heat of your fervid pleasure as he crooked his fingertips just slightly. Your whines and moans escaping your lips completely unrestrained, Solomon held you from your hip with his other hand, trying to stop you from moving too much, but as soon as his gelid skin met yours it prompted you to jolt again, your nails now digging on the fabric of his shirt. Solomon’s fangs scraped your neck playfully before sinking on the flesh with no warning, but the hint of pain it provoked just wasn’t enough to drown the feeling of fire consuming your body from the inside. Specially when the pain turned into a tingling, warm sensation as he drank from you, adding to the ecstasy bolting through your veins.

“Solomon-” your wails were starting to become high pitched.

“Shhh” his breath tickled your skin when his fangs released you, his tongue lapping up the remains of red liquid and trailing up to your ear “take it easy, love” you tried to listen to him, letting a out a sigh and slowing down the previously erratic movements of your hips “that’s right, just like that, good girl”

The sorcerer kissed your ear affectionately, pulling his hand away, your insides clenching around the emptiness in protest. It was easy for him to press you against his chest and lift you just enough to slide your skirt down your thighs until it fell to the floor. He placed both of his hands on your knees to keep your legs open and then leaned over to catch the edge of your underwear with his fangs, one of them puncturing a hole in the material. You watched him closely, eyes wide and quick heartbeat as he got rid of it and started placing kisses on your thigh. His tongue darted out, cleaning remains of blood off his lower lip before boldly lapping up at your core.

“Fuck” whining, your body jolted once again in reaction to the temperature, but the veins and muscles at the back of his hands became more visible as he pinned your legs down and made it impossible for you to writhe away “fuck, Sol, wait-”

Your upper back hit the wall, you let your head rest on it as you tugged and pulled from his hair, his mouth having no mercy on you. The heat that had tried to die down before reappeared, rising and rising as if to test how much of it you could take. Your head began to cloud, focusing on the feeling of his icy fangs pushed against you and his tongue past your entrance. Until it was once again replaced by his fingers.

“Fuck, your taste is driving me insane” Solomon groaned.

Next thing you felt was his bite on your inner thigh, quickly building up the tantalizing sensation of tingling and friction. Loud, heavy breathing echoed across the hallway, tears formed in your eyes, hazy sight blending the dim moonlight entering through Cocytus Hall’s front door glass mosaic, and the metallic smell of blood filling up your senses. Until your eyes closed harshly, coming undone under the harsh pressure of Solomon’s arms on your lower body and a rush of rapture enveloping you entirely.

The sorcerer released you slowly, your noisy panting calming down, eyesight clearing little by little and searching for him. Disheveled silver hair shining with the moonlight, blood all over his chin and crimson red eyes staring back at you in between your legs.

“Are you okay?” you immediately asked, cupping his face on your hands as he stood back up.

“I should be asking you that” he snorted, offering you a handsome smirk.

“I’m fine” you sighed and smiled back, but your smile was quickly replaced by a frown.

“What’s wrong?” a hint of panic tinged his voice.

“Your eyes” you tilted his head to the side slightly, watching as the red tint in his irises faded away like droplets of ink dissolving in water, until his eyes shined like pure mercury “… your skin is warming up”

Solomon checked his teeth with his left hand, thumb running across what used to be vampire fangs just seconds ago.

“They’re gone” his brows rose up, almost touching each other “your blood must have cured me”

Your giggles interrupted the silence of the hallway.

“Well, that was fun. You should contract vampiritis more often.”

[solomons-poison]

hello, how have you been? ^.^ can you do 41/42 with solomon x AFAB!reader fluffy things but with a splash of smut🤭

Joining S/O in Bed

A/N: I have been alright, anon, I hope you are doing well, too! Since I've done a prompt with shower sex for Solomon, I chose to do the second prompt. I think this became more than a splash of smut whoops, but tried to keep it kinda domestic, I hope you still like it!

Featuring: fem afab reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: NSFW content, minors/ageless blogs DNI; domestic fluff; also hickeys, dry humping, thigh grinding, breast play??? not really but Solomon is a bit of a menace 🙄

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After a long day, it's a miracle when you can finally slip into bed under the covers and finally relax. Often times, you'll be doing this alone, even after living together with Solomon, just due to his workload and focus on his research. It's not bad, though, he'll try to come home at a halfway decent time, but sometimes it can still be a little lonely, waiting for him to join you in bed.

Solomon is aware of this; he's not trying to be negligent to you, and if he had it his way, he'd shower you with love 24/7 and never leave your side. But you both understand that he still has responsibilities as a powerful sorcerer, important research to complete and education to be made. Because of this, he always does his best to make up for what he misses when he finally joins you in bed later.

Most times, if he's late to bed and he's tired, he'll settle down pretty quickly — but only after he meets his daily quota of kisses from you (a rule he set early on in the relationship). However, this schedule doesn't leave much room for deeper intimacy, and it's easy for both of you to get a little needy after awhile.

And so, every so often, when he comes home and finally joins you in bed, he can get a little handsy under the sheets. Most times it's steamy kisses, his body pressed up against yours, just uninterrupted sweetness and cuddles until you're both too sleepy to continue. It makes for the sweetest of dreams, honestly, and thinking about coming home to this pushes him through his day.

However, if it's really been a while since you've been intimate, or he's particularly worked up, his long dexterous fingers are quick to slip under the covers and tease along your body. They're not shy of gripping your hips, squeezing your butt or your breasts, maybe even pinching your nipples if you're not wearing a bra. As he's doing this, his lips are busy marking up the back of your neck, leaving dark hickeys that make your skin tingle.

His lower half is definitely involved in the fun, too, grinding his erection against your ass so you feel his hot need for you. He's a menace with the dry humping, and it's incredible how quickly it'll turn you on and he knows it. If you're turned to face him, he's slipping his thigh between yours and grinding it against your wet center as he showers you in kisses.

Despite his neediness, this doesn't always lead to sex unless you two really wake up. He just loves the intimacy of it all and having these close moments with you. It's his way of showing his affection when he can't be by your side during the day, but making sure you understand how much he wants and loves you, and remembering that you want and love him too.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Red

Alfie Solomons x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, death, mentions of blood, graphic killing, angst, Soft!Alfie

A/n: If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

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Y/n, Alfie, Tommy and a couple of his men were summoned by the Italians, they didn't know why but Y/n had a feeling it had something to do with her younger brother. He had been missing for two weeks, Alfie kept reassuring her that he was still alive and well, but Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that her brother had been taken.

They arrived at the warehouse, Alfie had told Y/n to stay in the car but she refused. The Italians came marching in with her brother in tow, Y/n attempted to run past Tommy but he grabbed her and held her to him.

"Lucas!" She cried out, attempting to fight against Tommy.

"No no, Y/n." The Italian said, "We negotiate...or I kill the boy."

He held a gun to her brother's head, making Y/n's eyes fill with tears. She's usually stubborn and it's hard to make her cry, but when someone has her 11 year old brother by his shirt and threatening his life, that's enough to break her.

"What do you want?" Tommy asked.

The men went on about who has what and what the other one needs, while Y/n and Lucas keep looking at each other. She wanted so badly to pull away from Tommy and rush to get her little brother, but he had a tight grip on her.

The negotiations went sideways, the men started yelling at each other. Lucas started crying and the Italian cocked his gun, Tommy's men pulled out theirs while the other Italians started slowly backing away.

Y/n looked over at Alfie, fear in her eyes, begging him to do something.

"Tell your men to but their guns down!" The Italian yelled.

Tommy pointed at him, "You harm that boy and you'll be the next to drop!"

The Italian looked at Y/n, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled the trigger. Tears fell as she screamed, pulling herself from Tommy's arms and running towards the Italian. Y/n slid her knives out of her coat as she knocked into him, she slashed and jabbed. Y/n got him to his knees in front of her, a wave of emotions hitting her like a bus. She lost control of her actions, landing harsh stabs to his stomach, blood spurting up her arms and over the front of her coat.

She stumbled back, her chest heaving once she realized what she had done. Y/n's hands shook as she dropped her knives and her gaze scanned her arms. Blood dripped from her hands, the red liquid had made it all the way up to her elbows.

Alfie, Tommy, and his men all stared at Y/n in disbelief as she cried out in fear. She had never killed before, y/n was always against it. But seeing her brothers lifeless body drop to the floor made her snap and attack.

"Y/n?" Alfie spoke softly, "Come 'ere luv."

She didn't move, just stared at her bloodstained arms. Alfie slowly made his way over to her, wrapping his arm around her, being careful not to spook her.

"Come on, luv."

Y/n turned with him as they headed back to the car, the entire way back her gaze remained on her hands. Tommy and Alfie looked at each other, concerned expressions on their faces.

When they arrived at the bakery, Y/n slid out of the car without a word. She walked to the bathroom, taking a sponge and rolling up her once white sleeves. Y/n bubbled up the sponge with soap and attempted to scrub the blood off, sobs leaving her as she noticed the red color remaining on her skin.

Alfie stepped through the door with a bottle of brandy and a rag, he gently shut the door and set both on the counter next to her. He stepped behind Y/n, gently holding her hands as he slid the sponge out of her grasp.

" 'ere we go, luv" Alfie whispered, wetting the rag with brandy and carefully scrubbing her arms.

Y/n watched with teary eyes as a swirl of red tinted water ran down the drain, she leaned back against Alfie's chest and sniffled.

He turned the faucet off, setting the rag back on the counter and snatching a clean towel off the wall. Alfie dried her arms and started unbuttoning her shirt, dropping it to the floor and pulling his much larger one off. Alfie slid her arms through the sleeves, closing it with only two buttons.

He could see the utter sadness in her eyes, her tear soaked face full of despair. Alfie wrapped her in a hug, pulling her close. The feeling of his warm skin against her cheek made her feel safe, a small smile appeared on her face as she looked up at him.

Alfie leaned down, pressing a loving kiss against her lips. They rested their foreheads together, closing their eyes and enjoying each others warmth.

"You smell like rum." She whispered.

"So do you, luv."

THE END ❤️

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[zkvry]

Head Baker | Billy Kitchen x Fem!Reader

Summary : You meet Billy Kitchen for the first time.

Warnings : cussing, alfie's use of language, brief mentions of sexual themes, sexual tension

Additional Information : > follows events from season 2 of Peaky Blinders (minor spoilers) > written in second person perspective > 379 words | 3 minutes

Author's Note :

I haven't really seen any works done for him and personally, I fancy the man. Please excuse my weak attempt to literate alfie's cockney accent. Let me know if I should do more works on mista kitchen!

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"Good lad. Fill it up, and fuck off," Alfie huffs as he gestures to the occupational form you were handing out to the men. As they leave, Alfie slouches into his chair sighs deeply.

"Wher' on this fuckin' earth, right? does Thomas fuckin' Shelby get a whole bunch o' blokes to do his biddin' for him?" He complains with furrowed eyebrows.

You look at him amused. Standing right next to him, you cross your arms and lift a brow. "Jealous are we, Alfie?" You tease him.

His head snaps to your direction and blinks furiously, dumbfounded. "What? Lil' 'ol me? jealous of that twink?" His childish retaliation made you burst out in laughter.

Just then, a tall, bulky man - presumably another 'baker' saunters in. Your banter with Alfie cuts short and abrupt as you directed your attention to the stranger.

"Name," Alfie demands.

"Billy Kitchen," He states with confidence. Dominance radiating off him. His stern eyes were unwavering, almost challenging as his eyes looks down at Alfie.

From your point of view, you neck strains a little to meet his gaze. He auburn hair amess hidden under his cap, rough stuble neatly trimmed. His stout built seen clear as day even under his thick coat. Your mouth waters at the thought of those big strong arms holding you down as he thrus-

"Go on then, give the basta'd his papers and apron" Alfie calls to you, proding his elbow to your hip gently.

What? Oh.

You tense up and clear your throat, embarrassed to the bone. Your clammy palms grabbed the papers and apron in a scurry.

His eyes meet yours for the first time, his face still stoic. His gaze was intense. Your arms reach out towards him, handing him the items at hand. He leans closer from the other side of the desk, he takes them from you slowly.

"Thank you, Ms" He says gruffly, nodding his head.

He walks away with his eyes still trained on you. Your lungs burn.

Gasping

You were practically gasping for air from the breath you didn't know you were holding. In the fits of coughing, you hear Alfie's voice again.

"Right, and what in the hell was that?" His eyes wide like saucers, eyebrows halfway up his hairline.

[wistcriax]

Empress' Lady Ch. 02

“Before I even allow you to become my lady-in-waiting, I must ask. Did my husband appoint you just to taunt and watch me, or did that Duchess put you up to this?” The Empress, Lady Vua Heartmore, asked in a harsh and cold tone. “Neither your majesty. My brother, Sorcerer Solomon, had brought me up to his majesty.” y/n answered.

Empress Vua nodded, “Good. My last lady-in-waiting, the one you’ll be replacing, was set by my husband to watch me. I had to ask about the Duchess since I remember seeing you with her.”. “Her other lady’s besides myself followed her, I resigned when she moved away to-”

“I don’t care why you’re not with her, nor do you speak about her again.” Vua cut y/n off, which made her a bit ticked off, but y/n could not say anything against the Empress. But, this definitely showed that she’d most likely wouldn’t be staying long at this rate.

“So, your older brother is Solomon right? So does that mean you’re a mage or sorcerer like him?” Vua asked. “No, I’m not. I self-study a bit, but I am not even close to being considered a witch.” y/n answered.

Vua only hummed, the lady-in-waiting went to pour a glass of tea for the Empress, but she was stopped. “y/n why don’t you pour it? Since you're now my lady-in-waiting you should learn how I prefer things.” Vua said, a smile played on her lips. If y/n didn’t know any better she’d think the Empress was kind.

But, even with no prior conversations with her, she knew how the Empress was. The rumors, her former ladies bashing how she was towards them, and how her husband seemed to speak about her contradicted that smile she wore towards y/n.

y/n stood and gently grabbed the teapot and poured it into the porcelain cup. She set the pot down gently back down onto the table. y/n glanced at Vua, a question in her eyes about the sugar cubes. She saw movement from the other lady, 2 fingers were lifted.

y/n read the signs and added 2 sugar cubes into the warm tea, grabbing a teaspoon and stirring. “You’re sharp, you’ll be of use to me.” Vua said, taking the cup into her hand. “Of use?” y/n asked. “I learned about you l/n’s a bit. You’re sharp and your family is known for being able to be stealthy.” She said.

“I’m sharp, but I am not a spy. Also, stealthy is not a usual term for our family, I believe you’re looking for the word shady.” y/n stated. “Shady is to describe your brother. Especially when Lucifer is unable to tell what he is thinking most of the time.” Vua stated.

“He’s mysterious and acts shady, but he always has good intentions.” y/n said. Vua only hummed and took a sip of her tea. y/n sat down once again, sitting her back up straight as she gently straightened her skirt out. “Do you have any dresses similar to what Gyai is wearing?” Vua asked as she sat down.

“No your majesty.” y/n answered. “I figured, you don’t look like the type who would wear them.” Vua grumbled, “Gyai, tomorrow I want you to take y/n here out to the dress shop and get her some proper dresses for being a lady-in-waiting.”, “Yes, your majesty.” The blonde, Gyai, responded.

‘Proper dresses? Is she insulting what I usually wear as being improper?’ y/n thought, she kept her emotions in check to avoid letting the Empress know her words were making her patience string wear down a bit more.

“Hopefully you’ll be able to find some dresses to wear, and don’t forget to find some formal gowns too, you’ll be joining me as a lady-in-waiting in the upcoming New Year's Ceremony.” Vua said.

“Apologies for asking your highness, but I have never gone to the New Year’s Ceremony despite being invited multiple years in a row. I’m unaware about the Ceremony and its schedule, can you please elaborate on it for me?” y/n asked.

Vua hummed, “I’ll allow Gyai inform you later.”. “Your majesty, I do have another question. I may be invited as a normal guest instead of your lady-in-waiting, will I still be considered your lady in the party or will I be considered another guest?” y/n asked.

“You’ll be considered another guest to the other nobles, but to me and his majesty you’ll be considered my lady-in-waiting, so do not act any differently, after all it’ll most likely be known soon that you’re my lady.” Vua said. “Understood your majesty.” y/n said. “Well, I have a meeting to attend. It was nice to meet you y/n.” Vua smiled, that sweet fake smile. y/n only gave her one back before leaving. ‘Brother we are going to have a long talk when I get home…��

[thehardy-boys]

The Platform Part 2 (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Thank you all for your responses to my first part! You all are so lovely and supportive! Here's part 2 and I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing...not yet.

Part 2

For the rest of the week (y/n) worried that she might have offended him. Was she supposed to think he would remember her? Was it an insult to his memory to assume he didn’t? She racked her brains for hours in the dead of night only to feel foolish for even caring. It wasn’t like they had ever been close. They played together when they were kids but then she left. And yes…after the war that moment on the platform as she sifted through all those men, all those men with death in their eyes, for her brother. But that was it.

The Thomas she remembered was a quiet, thoughtful boy. He had a wild imagination and was always coming up with new games for all of them to play. (y/n) didn’t know who this man was now. Small Heath feared him. They feared the Peaky Blinders. And (y/n) was sad to admit she was fearful of him too.

Come Thursday afternoon she gritted her teeth before knocking on his office door.

In and out. That’s all. She repeated to herself.

“Come in.”

He looked up from his paperwork when she walked in. (y/n) did exactly as she had practiced numerous times in her head: she walked over and placed the drafted issue on his desk and said, “Is there anything you would like me to tell Mr. Beavers?”

Thomas stubbed out his cigarette bud and sat back with a sigh. He watched her as she stood like a statue in front of his authoritative desk. She could feel his eyes like a physical touch. She watched as the danced all over her face, her hair, her neck but no lower.

“Have a drink with me.” He got up and turned his back to pour two glasses of whiskey.

“No, thank you. I’m still working Mr. Shelby.” She shook her head as he held out the glass.

He set it down on the edge of the table and took sip from his own.

“How’s your mother?”

(y/n) was taken aback. She stood there for a minute processing his question.

“My mother? She’s sick.”

Thomas nodded, “And you’re looking after her? That’s why you came back?”

“Yes. One of the reasons.” She felt bewildered. What was this?

“What were the others?”

“I don’t understand Mr. Shelby. My reasons for returning are entirely my own.” Was this some kind of interrogation?

She watched him down the rest of the glass and clench his jaw at the sting. Thomas remained standing but slowly walked around to the other side of the desk. But as soon as he came within an arm length of her, she took a step back. It did not go unnoticed. She watched as his eyes flickered towards the distance she had created.

“I’ve heard things, that’s all.”

“Heard things? Gossip, you mean?”

He made a noncommittal noise.

“Well, it’s no one’s business. Keep believing the gossip, I don’t care if the people here spin tales.” (y/n) knew she was being a bit to hostile, but she came in hoping to just throw him the issue and leave and now he was putting her through a round house of questions.

He raised his eyebrows at her tone, “Polly’s just worried.”

She turned her head, so she didn’t have to look at him anymore, “That’s very kind of her but I’m fine. If that’s all, Mr. Shelby?”

“How about after your work?”

“I’m sorry?” Thomas had leaned back against the desk crossing his arms.

“After your work do you drink?”

(y/n) still was unsure of where this line of questions was heading.

“Come to the Garrison to have a drink,” he cleared his throat, “with me.”

Her heart betrayed her by missing a beat, but she ignored it stubbornly. No this wasn’t going to happen.

“No, I’m sorry Mr. Shelby. You’re technically my boss now. I don’t think it’s appropriate.” Before he could argue she left. Her heart jack rabbiting all the way back to the office. She was ashamed to admit she was scared he would run after her with his razors, spin her around, and threaten her, or force her to join him. No such thing happened. The day went on. She stopped by her mother’s on her way home. Nothing changed. The old woman was just one day closer to the end.

(y/n) spent the night thinking of the broadness of Thomas’s shoulders. Silly girl. She berated herself. Silly girl.

(y/n) was a loyal worker. If she was given a job, she would do it. And that’s why every week she dutiful went down to the Shelby Limited offices and dropped off the issue. Thomas never asked for another drink. He would sometimes give her a message for Mr. Beavers but that was it. No more questions. No more interrogations.

One Thursday he had pointed out a packet of papers on the coffee table he wanted her to bring to her boss. She walked over and leaned down to flip through the contents, trying to assess how much time it would take to process. As she straightened up, she flinched at his sudden proximity; he had been leaning over to have a look, as well.

“Sorry, Mr. Shelby. I didn’t hear you.” She admitted softly trying to regain control over her heart.

(y/n) took a small step back. He took a step forward. Her eyes widened and she glanced down at his feet then up to his face. But he never gave anything away. She took another step back and he followed with his step forward. His eyes fixated almost violently on her face. One step back and one step forwards.

“Mr. Shelby…” She began with a slight tremor that she hated herself for.

“Are you afraid of me, (y/n)?”

She watched him bite the inside of his cheek subtly. He was calculating. Analyzing. Waiting.

“Yes.” She admitted softly.

His jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. He looked angry but he turned around and walked all the way back to his desk and fell into his chair.

She grabbed the packet and left. Not looking back. Never looking back.

The next Thursday she careful placed the issue on his desk and he hadn’t even bothered looking up.

She cleared her throat, “Mr. Shelby, I can give this responsibility over to someone else. Ms. Lowe would be more than willing to take over.”

His head shot up, “Are you that afraid?” His question was accusatory.

“No, no. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Thomas snorted placing his pen down, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby. I am. I just – over time I’ll become less afraid.” And she meant it. The truth was she wasn’t so afraid of what he had done, of his illegal dealings but more afraid of what she wanted him for. Afraid of how he haunted her mind at night and her day dreams.

“I don’t want Ms. Lowe.” He said while drowning her to death in his eyes. And that was that.

Life didn’t change much even with this new additional Shelby connection. Small Heath was still an unhappy place. (y/n) was still tired. Her mother still mumbled and hissed for her to leave and (y/n)’s head still hurt every day after leaving work.

Only because Evelyn had been pestering her non-stop did she bother to say anything.

“Ms. Lowe wanted to know when the next singing night would be at the Garrison.”

“Ms. Lowe?” Thomas furrowed his eyebrows. He always remained sitting at his desk when she dropped the issue off now, kept his distance and she was thankful. He was much less intimidating this way.

“Yes, Ms. Lowe. The woman you met before, blonde hair, red lips, single.”

He raised his eyebrows, “What about her?”

“What I just said.” (y/n) huffed a laugh at Thomas’s purposeful obtuseness. It was an annoyingly endearing trait that she remembered from when they were kids.

Thomas quirked his lips slightly and (y/n) was astonished to admit that she hadn’t seen him smile once seen she had met him all those weeks ago. Then again, the war changed everyone. He had that look in his eyes same as her brother, that all those men had. The look of absence. The missing piece. Something taken.

“You can tell her there’ll be one this Saturday.”

“Great, now she can finally leave me be.”

“She’s botherin’ you.” His cigarette case opened with a click. He offered her one, but she declined.

“She has quite the crush on you. She’s been asking me to drop hints. Although don’t tell her I point blank told you or she’d have my head.”

He took a long drag while watching her.

“A crush?”

(y/n) nodded.

“Why don’t you come with her on Saturday?”

(y/n) scrunched her nose, “I don’t really get along with her, but I’ll tell her the day. Can I tell her you’ll be there?”

He blew out the smoke, “No, no I won’t be there.”

It was the following week when (y/n) encountered another face from her past. She had entered Thomas’s office before realizing that he wasn’t alone. Another man was sitting in front of the desk.

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Shelby. I can come back later.”

“No need. We just finished.”

The other man had turned around upon hearing her voice, “Bloody hell! (y/n) (l/n). I can’t believe it.”

John Shelby walked over and pulled her into a tight embrace. He was all muscle now. (y/n) remembered how soft and sweet he was as a kid, round face, and chubby cheeks. Always running after her and helping her climb up the trees out in the wild. His face still carried that mischievous twist.

“John, It’s so nice to see you, again.” He put her at arm’s length to have a good look at her.

“My god. You’re an absolute stunner, (y/n). Thomas was right.”

“John, remember what I said about the meeting this evening.” Thomas’ voice was close behind his younger brother and there was an edge to it, a warning.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you ‘round (y/n). Don’t be a stranger, now.”

“Of course not, John.” She chuckled.

Then she was left with the other brother, “Here’s the issue, Mr. Shelby.”

He took it from her and tossed it on his desk without look at her, in fact he wasn’t meeting her eyes at all. Thomas methodically went about taking out and lighting a cigarette. His silence was beginning to unnerve (y/n).

“Is there something I can report to Mr. Beavers?”  

“I want to do a few pieces on horses.” He gestured vaguely, “I want a few articles on their nature, their training, their value.”

He blew out a puff of smoke and walked over to one of the sofas. He gestured to the opposite one. (y/n) followed his suggestion.

“Is that something people are interested in reading about?”

“I’ve frequented the race tracks for several years now. The more people ‘round here who feel like they have an understanding of horses will be more likely to make a bet. It develops a market.”

(y/n) shrugged, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. I’ll tell Mr. Beavers to assign someone.”

“I want you to write it.” He pointed to her with the same hand that held his burning cigarette finally meeting her eyes. The shocking blue of them always caught her off guard.  

“Me?” She was in disbelief, “I don’t know anything about horses! Besides, I’m a general editor not a writer.”

Thomas scoffed, “I know that you write about half the articles in that paper already. Mr. Beavers told me.”

(y/n) averted her gaze to the beautiful oil painting of a horse on one of the office walls. She sighed.

“I still don’t know anything about horses.”

“I’ll arrange a time I can take you out to the stables. I’ll show you ‘round the horses.”

(y/n) sat there just staring at him. She just couldn’t understand. What was his angle? What did he want? She rubbed her forehead. It was just another chore.

“Alright, Mr. Shelby. If that’s what you think is best. I’ll tell Mr. Beavers.”

She got up to leave but he leaned forward and snagged her wrist. She stopped moving immediately and looked over at him. His hand was gentle around her arm. It was loose enough for her to shake him off. He was surprisingly warm. She saw him looking into her eyes, waiting for her fear, a flinch, a tremor, and she was certain if he saw it, he would let go immediately.

“What do you think of John?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You treat him differently. You’re not the same as you are with me.”

“I – well, he’s younger than me and he’s not my boss. I remember practically babysitting him when we were kids.” She shrugged, “It’s just different.”

His face remained a perfect mask of indifference.

“Maybe you don’t understand how you look, Mr. Shelby.” (y/n) tried again.

“How I look?” His eyebrows raised.

“Like you’d rather be anywhere else than here. You’re very serious, Mr. Shelby. It’s hard to feel at ease around someone like that.”  

His hand slipped off her wrist, “I’ll let you know when I can take you to the stables.”

(y/n) hesitated for only a moment. It wasn’t her responsibility to make Thomas Shelby feel good about himself.

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