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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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A/N: Welcome back! I took a much needed break, and I’m praying it has assisted in fixing my writers block. Thank you for all being patient with me <3
Much love xx
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Chapter 12: Gone With The Wind
Word Count: 3.1k
Your warning had been impossible to ignore, or so you thought. Maybe he had stuffed it into the furthest corner of his mind in an attempt to forget the truth leaving your lips. But the consequences had now come back to bite him, the error in his judgement jeopardising you all.
At this point, your anger must have been at its peak, your face had curled into a snarl. Your weary features were painted with frustration and determination, brows pulled together. You and Polly entered through the back door, having to brush the dust off of the handle. Your footsteps were silent as your eyes locked onto the girl, who appeared occupied with grabbing the last of her possessions.
She had just finished buttoning her scarlet coat.
"Going for good?" Polly queried.
Grace's breath hitched as her eyes lay on the matron, then settled on you. They snapped away to the floor as she continued to tie up the strings of her jacket. "I heard there was trouble", she explained.
"Instinct is a funny thing. You see, normally I can tell about a person, but with you-" Polly stopped, face grimacing as she failed to find the words.
As confident as ever, Grace turned to you both, "The fighting is about to begin. We should get out of here"
You were done with her, with her innocent charades, playing everyone for the fool. She had taken all that you had and twisted it to her favour. You were never the fool, you were brighter than ever, and you had caught her just as she had tried to make her grand escape. It was now your task to clean up the men's mess for them.
"We know who you are, we all do. That copper good as told him this mornin' but I wanted to hear it from your lips". Her face was sternly unmoved by your words, though you could still see an ounce of hot panic flicker through her eyes, the ones that she had so cleverly used to bend the Shelby Family to her will. "Men think with their dicks, dear. The biggest mistake you made was thinking we would just go along with it"
Polly's hand had secured an elongated pin from her hair and you felt your hair raise, itching for a fight. You watched attentively as Grace's nimble fingers inched towards her clutch before snapping it open to reveal a pistol. Blinking, you put your weight on one of your legs and your hand to your waist, perplexed.
Was she stupid? Or was she desperate?
"I am an agent of the crown. I have the power to arrest and the right to use force. So please step out of my way". You could tell the gun was rattling in her hands, even with the slightest movement, that if a breeze swept through the room, it would shatter her. If you hadn't been fuming, you might have even pitied her, going into this not knowing what to expect.
But alas, she had played her cards all wrong.
Polly only smiled, "Like I say, instinct is a funny thing. You fell for Tommy for real, didn't you? Shame you were just an escape"
Her lip quivered, eyes set on her targets, "This gun is loaded"
Polly shook her head dismissively, "We're not afraid of you. I feel sorry for you. Slip of a thing, thought you'd come in here and stitch us all up. We've had some copper narks in here before, but you? You're the Queen of them all"
Your gaze drifted across the cold, steel barrel of the gun, mouth quirking into a smirk. "So, who are you really? Little rich girl, daddy didn't love her enough so she went to go join the Unionists? An Ulster Volunteer? You think Fenians, Communists and low people are all the same, scum. But then you met Tommy, sauntered into our lives and began to rip it apart"
There was a clatter as her gun found the table, her hands beginning to roll up her sleeves without hesitation, "I'd fight you with my fists and show you how a rich girl fights. I'm from a tough family too"
"Nah" you combatted with a steely gaze, "You didn't have to fight for where you are. We came from nothing. Besides, we women have more sense. Why don't you pour us a drink instead?". Her nose was only separated from yours by a thin sliver of air, the tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. It felt as though the violin string was about to snap.
But instead of instigating, she drew away and took security behind the bar. You and Polly shared a look as Grace began to pour the drinks you had requested and brought them over. As she took a seat beside you and Polly at one of the smaller, damaged round tables, Polly looked up at her, cigarette posed between her lips.
"So am I right? Did you fall for Tommy?"
Grace was silent for a moment as she formulated a response, "Just as much as her"
Your eyelids shuttered close as you took a deep breath, feeling the air pass through your nose. Hand diving for the alcohol glass, you brought it to your lips, Grace’s eyes trained on the liquid as it fell down your throat. You gave a small grunt-ish murmur of disapproval.
"Then I pity you both". Polly took a long drag of her cigarette, head propped towards the window.
Grace's words were slow, the gravity just as heavy behind them, "I think he'll try to kill me"
"He's too soft"
"Soft?"
You sat there in thought, eyes lost in the colour of your drink.
"Soft, like you. You saved his life the night the coppers came. That's why we're drinking, not fighting. We owe you"
"No more, no less" you added.
-
In the end, Grace left for good, not with her tail between her legs as you had hoped, but with enough certainty to know she wouldn't come back. By the next morning, she would be gone with the wind. Every trace of her existence would be erased, at least physically. You were racked with uncertainty as to the relationship problems it pertained. It had felt as though a chapter of the novel was ending, though you knew that the real fight had not yet been won.
You could not help but stare with beady eyes at the rosary that hung from a mirror in the kitchen of the shop. Fingers between your teeth, you closed your eyes softly as you exhaled.
“They’ll be alright, God’s watch”. You couldn’t describe yourself of a woman of faith, much less to the degree Polly was. But for all of its faults, you couldn’t help but find comfort in her assurance while she paced around the room.
Getting into a shootout with Billy Kimber was a suicide mission and yet you were subjected to stand by and watch. And Polly couldn’t help but treat it as another day in the office, so to speak. Her gaze was calm, only remotely presenting the discrepancies of distress. Even in her methodical pacing, you wanted to burst.
Boom.
Boom..
Two shots rang out and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the gasp. The air in the room shifted as if it had been the flick of a switch. You watched as Polly stiffened at the stainless steel sink of the kitchen, not daring to move. Dust in the air fell between you both, catching through the sunlight in the window above the sink.
The room was spinning and you felt your footing become unsteady.
“Pol”
She was stagnant.
You rolled your lip between your teeth, hand tightening on a nearby wooden chair for stability. “Polly. Tell me where they’re meeting once it’s done. I have to-” you bit your tongue back, eyes gazing upon her silk-clad back.
There were a million things you had to say. Images flashed through your mind, of the people you loved bleeding out on the grimy streets of Small Heath. You imagined the guttural cry that would have torn from your throat, followed by the broken sobs as you would have pleaded with the reaper to take you instead.
Perhaps it was pity, or that she noticed the desperate inflection in your tone, but she spoke,
“The Garrison. Go”. Her words were a bark, bouncing off the empty walls of the betting shop.
Without another word, you were off, tripping down cobblestone as you went.
By the time you had arrived, pushing through the doors with certainty, you could no longer recall the time that had passed between the shop and here. Everything had merged into a blur of panic, palms becoming sweaty with anxiety. Your eyes had failed to catch up with your other senses as the first thing you heard when entering the bar was the restrained groans of a man. Eyes flickering over the bar in search of the noise, they quickly found the centre where a table sat, crowded by a handful of Peaky Blinders, including Arthur and Isiah.
Panic rose in your throat, disdain building at the acidic feeling of bile as it settled. Your body drove you forwards, prying to see who you suspected was Tommy sat on a chair, crying out in pain. Heart lurching, the cries continued as you analysed the situation. The brief flash of a blade caught your attention before it dove back into the pocket of skin that was Tom’s chest. You flinched, feeling the sweats beginning to creep in up the nape of your neck.
“Hold him still!”
“Come on!”
Isiah only dug further, your ears filled with the unpleasant sound of squelching as you looked on in horror.
With a final scream, Tommy’s body jutted backwards as if a demon had been released from it, only to slump over in defeat. You had never see him writhe in agony that way, and frankly, it made you want to writhe too.
“There! I still have the knack”
In Isiah’s hand was a miniscule bullet, plunged into a glass of cool water. His grin was bright and relief flooded the air. You felt yourself letting go of a breath you didn’t realise that you had been holding.
“Tom?” You called out, feeling your voice lose its power as it travelled across to the men. Your uncertainty still managed to catch Tommy’s ears as his pained gaze fluttered towards you, then to be broken as Arthur’s hand made contact with Tommy’s head.
Shoving a large bottle of alcohol into his face, Arthur instructed, “Have a drink”
Tommy took the drink without hesitation, a bead of sweat dripping from a loose strand of hair. His downcast glare was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine, let alone as he swigged the bottle of vodka.
“Alright, deep breath” Arthur declared before pushing the lip of the bottle to Tommy’s chest. Tommy cried out, and you imagined the unbearable burn as the liquid made contact with his open wound. “That’s it! It’s done”, and the bottle was ripped away.
Your skin was itching with a newfound intensity, set on fire as you grappled with the insatiable urge for a cigarette. Ada was definitely right. Everyone was addicted to something these days. Snow, alcohol, cigarettes. It was all the same.
“Does anyone have a cigarette?” you quizzed rather sharply, making your presence known to the wider majority. Only a handful of eyes snapped upwards to meet you, though it was Arthur that finally responded with a casual flick of the wrist. He dove into his breast-pocket, emerging with a tightly rolled cigarette.
You took it thankfully, already feeling the craving dissipate. With one hand, you took the lighter to it, and with the other, shielding the flame from oncoming wind. Arthur shook his head in quick and fluid motion,
“Weren’t you told to stay with Polly?”
“Yes, well she told me to come and check on you lot” you made a wide gesture to the mess before you, “Make sure you didn’t die, or get into any trouble”
A snort escaped Tommy’s lips as he slid his shirt on once again.
-
The canal was a place you didn’t travel to often, but when you did, you were always seeking clarity.
Between the peaceful drone of the steadily flowing water or the buzzing of each dragonfly, your mind was truly about to wander. For a while, you would walk the length of it, pacing and humming in thought. On the occasion, a man would shout for you not to fall, though by the sickening look on their smug faces, you were sure they wouldn’t mind seeing you get drenched. But you found yourself at a quietened part where the canal split off under a bridge into smaller rivers. Discarded dingy boats sat on the water like pieces of soaked bread in a cold bowl of soup. Bales of hay were stacked carelessly against the wall of the underside of the bridge.
A crack of a smile fell upon your features as you relished in the memories.
“So why did you bring me here?” you had posed, pouting every so slightly. If Tommy had noticed, he had not indicated it.
You were much older now, older than you were when you used to run out into the paddocks and sleep peacefully beneath the willows. You were old enough to know better, to not sneak off with your best friend anymore. The whole of Small Heath had a way of knowing, and each venture became more risky than the last. They all had their eye planted firmly on you both.
You had taken a glance around the place before quickly determining it was in a rather decrepit state. Except for the bales of hay, which were bright with colour in contrast to the stark grey water. Even the trees, which loomed over the canal, were just slivers of sharp and barren branches.
The teenager had his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers, his mind seemingly wandering.
“Tom?” You queried, exchanging a strange look at the boy, whose face became distant. He turned to look at you, and for a moment, you felt as though you were suffocating under his eyes. He shook his head softly,
“I just wanted to escape”
Your eyes narrowed and you took a breath, attempting to find the right words. The boy took a seat at the edge of the canal, letting his legs hang over the side. You paused, then followed his motion, planting yourself squarely next to him. “Are you and Greta fighting again…?”. Your words were just as soft as your fingers, Tommy quickly worked out, as your hand brushed loosely at his for reassurance.
“We aren’t seeing each other anymore” he stated matter-of-a-factly.
Your face fell with worry, but neither of you spoke. There was an understanding between the both of you. He sighed and his brows crinkled into a frown.
You gazed upon the water with intensity, the gentle creak of trees filling your ears. Even the budding moss sitting atop the water appeared to sway to the same rhythm. You weren’t sure when he had arrived but you carried on all the same.
“We used to come here”
“I know”
You could make out the faint outline of his boot from the corner of your eye and shifted your hands to rest in your lap. His figure, covered with his black coat, stood large, eyes observing you.
It seemed neither of you really wanted to speak, not wanting to break the silence. There were things yo u had to say but you felt as though words fell short.
So, taking a breath, you asked a simple question, “Are you alright?”, referring to his wound.
He took a second before his expression flashed with realisation, hand falling beside his ribs. “Just a scratch”
Your eyebrow quirked as your attention turned back to the water, mouth fallen sorrowfully. With a gentle gulp of your throat, your hands bunched to the fabric of your dress. There was the sound of a match and you watched as the flickering light flew into the murky canal water with ease.
“I don’t know why I do the things I do, one of life’s many mysteries”. The words began spilling from your mouth without explanation. “But Grace-”
“She was a mistake”. Tommy threw his hand up into the air, trying to think of anything to say. You could tell from the way his lip curled that he was doing his best not to let his emotions get in the way, “My mistake”
“ It was not my place to judge how you spent your time, I just wanted what was best for you, and for the family. It’s unfair, given everything that has happened, and how nothing has been the same since...”
“Since I came home”
You offered a weak smile and a shrug, “We’re just trying to navigate the new world and not get lost in it”
Just as he had done when he was a teenager, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, almost as if he was nervous. “Still... I kissed you. And then to go for another woman... maybe it would be ‘right if it was anyone but you. But having done that to you, to (Y/N)...”
You were both standing now, his eyes roaming across you. You could have gotten lost in them, suffocated by the watery abyss. Everything about Tommy could suffocate you, pull you down like a ball and chain while you sank under the waves, but in doing so, you had never felt more alive. Every touch, every glance set your skin ablaze. You never wanted anyone else.
And here you were, eyes fluttering through your eyelashes with your gaze planted squarely on his lips.
Tommy’s brows crinkled, as if fighting an internal battle, and the bloody war was raging on inside him.
Within a moment, his lips matched yours hungrily. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage as you kissed him back. His fingers danced on your arm, like you were a doll, too fragile to grip. You could feel the grin of his lips press against yours, sending your brain into a fuzzy mush.
“Tommy-” you whined out in a low tone.
“I could get used to that sound, love”
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A/N: And that, my loves, was the end of Season 1! Don’t worry, I know Season 2 follows a large time gap so I will be filling that in instead of jumping ahead. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the season and are satisfied with its end.
Also, as you can all probably tell, I have created a taglist for this series. So, if you would like to recieve notifications whenever the next post is out, please just DM me (make sure not anonymously) to let me know you’d like to be added to the taglist <3
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Hi!
Hello, my lovelies!
It has been a moment, that’s for sure. But, as the year is drawing to a close, I wanted to thank you all for your unwavering support during this year. Frankly, you have all managed to shock and amaze me in the best ways possible. I am coming up on 400 followers and I’m realising “Damn, that’s 400 people who enjoy what I do” (give or take the bots but we don’t talk about that).
From the bottom of my heart, thank you <3
I’m sure many of you will be pleased to know that I intend to do well on my word and will return hopefully before the end of Jan. And to add onto this, I’m sure many of you will be even more excited to hear the news that another ‘The Way Things Were’ chapter is in production!
I will be stockpiling all my work in the coming weeks so hopefully I will have stuff to put out when I come back.
In the mean time, come say hi! Ask me some questions, come talk to me. I’m always here for chatting if anyone’s up for it. (I promise I’m not that scary).
Again, thank you all. I hope you’ve all had a safe holidays and will continue to have a Happy New Years.
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An Announcement! (Where I’ve been and what’s next)
Hi lovelies!
I'm doing a bit of an in-depth check in to let you all know where I've been in recent weeks.
First of all, I wanted to let you all know that I am safe and doing relatively well. Recently school - on top of personal things- has kept me occupied and unable to find happiness in writing. As well as that, I also went through a somewhat traumatic experience the other day which I won’t get into for safety’s sake. But just know I am seeking help for it and recovering and should be doing better very, very soon as it wasn’t life changing.
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This means my requests are now closed at this time, but should be opened again in early January. I will let you know as the date arrives closer.
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could you possibly do a small fic of papa iv spending time with his s/o on a rainy day? thank you!!
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A/N: Hi! Thank you for the request, love! Sorry I died for a little bit guys!
For the sake of the fic, the other Papas aren't dead! (or at least, not yet..)
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Drizzle - Copia (Papa IV) x gn!Reader Oneshot
Word count: 2k
It had been raining for what seemed like a millennia, each streak of rain falling painstakingly slow against the colourful stained glass of the ministry. The clouds were threateningly dark, thunder rumbling throughout the halls followed by the occasional snap of lightning. This type of weather never bothered you, and if anything, soothed your otherwise racing mind.
It hadn't been cold, nothing of the sort, in the previous days. The air had been hot, leaving your body a sticky mess. The ministry had been caught in an unrelenting heatwave, and while the sky had been black for days, it was only on the hazy morning that the clouds finally spilt rain.
You sighed with relief as the first droplets of rain broke across your skin, welcoming the feeling with a loving embrace. All moods had picked up within the clergy, no longer followed by the tired drawl that the steamy afternoon brought. Instead, many rejoiced in the arrival of the weather, numerous Siblings of Sun deciding to strip in the rain in the name of Lucifer.
You had smiled at the idea but found it best to seek comfort from the extending window sill of your bedroom. The sill gave a perfect view through the muddied stained glass into the rose gardens outside, littered with old concrete statues. As the wind howled its unearthly groans, the statues would shift as if coming to life. Your eyes never left them, fearing if you looked away, they would move ever so closer.
A clap of lighting flashed across the window, your heart jumping from your throat as you fell backwards. A squeak left your mouth while your hand shot out in front of you to catch yourself. There was a muffled thump as you hit the ground, causing you to whine as your rear end ached.
The creaking of a door drew your attention.
“Bella, is everything alright?”
Copia’s concerned face sent relief washing through you. The tips of your ears were engulfed in blush, grateful it hadn’t been a different clergy member.
“Just peachy, darling” you responded shyly, eyes averting his gaze. For a moment, you sat on the carpet before you both fell into a chorus of laughter. Copia’s smile was wicked, hand held on the side of his waist for support.
“You fell off the window sill, didn’t you?”
He was in the middle of the room now, making his way towards you rather urgently.
“No, of course not”. Your tone was dripping with sarcasm, though your inflection rising as a gentle kissed was placed to your forehead. He extended his arm like the gentleman that he was and you took it, standing up once again. You were able to examine your partner, eyes drifting across his more casual ministry wear.
His gloved hands found his sides easily, “Well you’re lucky then, otherwise, you might have been too sore for cuddles”
Your left eyebrow perked upwards, causing crinkles on your forehead, “You’re not working?”
"Bah! I'm never finished. But I couldn't ignore this weather, and I thought it would be the perfect time to spend some time with my favourite person, eh?"
A shadow fell across his wide eyes as the clouds drifted forwards. Thunder rippled throughout the hollow halls of the ministry, the door cracking open with enough force for the walls to shake. Your facial expression dropped and the colour drained from it, your body mindlessly drifting to where you felt safe: under the blankets and in Copia's arms.
-
As the rain beat heavily against the roof, you held back a yawn. The heat of Copia's breath brushed against your neck, your head nuzzling further into the comfort of your plush pillows. Heart swooning, your tongue flicked across your lips as your hands secured Copia's against your waist. Between the bags underneath his sombre eyes and his sluggish mannerisms, you could tell he needed the rest.
"-Cara" He paused, dragging out an exhale. Your eyes peeled open to reveal the darkness of the room illuminate by the glow of the sky's fury. His side of the large king-sized bed was heavy, as was yours, sheets falling across your bodies. For once, the cold nipped at your toes and nose, leaving red marks in its wake.
"Yes...?". You were almost scared to speak back, feeling as though the darkness was creeping in and that your words would get lost in it.
“Would you fancy a hot chocolate? I could really go for some.”. He seemed unsure as the words left his mouth. You almost leapt from the bed, springing into action at the thought of soothing your restlessness.
The ministry was a beautiful thing, the walls looking as though they had been carved from marble. Light seeped through the crumbling cloisters, giving way to the patch of garden just outside your window. You often enjoyed late night strolls in the moonlight, the curfew but a scarce idea lingering in the back of your mind. Your robes would flutter in the wind as you paced.
Of course you weren’t going to object.
You were already at the door before Copia could register. He threw you a sleepy smile at your enthusiasm and bent down to collect his articles of clothing. You hadn’t taken off your pyjamas and stood waiting at the door patiently, eyes drifting across his body as he slipped on his pants and shirt. At the expanse of hair across his chest, you smirked as your eyes fell back on the fluffy carpet beneath your toes.
There was a grunt, followed by a thump as he dressed. You chuckled, observing as he sauntered towards you with a limp in his step.
Always clumsy, you thought to yourself.
His look was reassuring, eyes wide and awake despite the slump in his posture. Your hand inched towards the brass doorknob, your other bawled in a fist to rub against your eye. The promise of the warm drink kept you awake as well as the bitterness of the cold. You could almost taste the sweetness of the cream on your tongue.
As you both stepped into the hallway, Copia’a eyes darted left and right.
The hallway was full of a eery darkness which was broken by flashes of light. The musky smell of rain lingered where no human nor ghoul dared to tread. The halls all the Siblings of Sun once walked now sat empty.
The loving dork beside you was a far cry from the Papa everyone else knew him as. He was sweet and gentle, and while he could be seductive, tended to be reserved. And he loved 3 things the most in the world, beyond anything the ministry could offer him:
You.
His rats.
And sweet treats.
“Cara!” He whispered with urgency, throwing a hand over his shoulder and gesturing for you to follow, “Come! This way to the kitchen”
Your head shook, falling out of your bubble of thought. Breaking into a shuffle to catch up with him, the two of you wandered the halls in search of the kitchen. The rain continued just as heavily, the occasional drip falling from a weathered crack in the ceiling and hitting the floor with a light splash.
Before you knew it, you were at the archway which led into the dining hall. As your eyes feverishly scanned over the elongated tables and hundreds of chairs, it crossed the large arched observatory window. It peered out into the courtyard, which had become a makeshift lake. The candelabras in the cool stone brick walls emitted a dull but warm glow, enough for you to squint to see the outline of a door.
“I found it!” You exclaimed proudly as your hand placed itself firmly on the handle. The door groaned and its tired old hinges rattled as if an old person was scolding your childish mischief.
When you broke into the kitchen, Copia found your side with an impressed smirk displayed across his features. Hesitation consumed him as his arm paused halfway through going to flick on the light switch.
You eyed him curiously.
He had made the decision not to turn on the light for fear you would be caught. Papa or not, it was still embarrassing to be out after curfew if caught by Imperator, who would make sure you regretted it before the night was over.
Instead, he settled for the nearest candle holder and a pack of matches. Within a stroke, the red tip dragged across the surface of the matchbox, a fire sizzling into existence before he placed it delicately to the waxen candle. The flame’s light hovered across his softening expression.
You turned, satisfied, in the search of pot to heat the milk.
Before long, you were cooking with gas as you assembled the ingredients. The milk had been heated virtually silently and the cocoa powder sat on the table, ready to be opened. Copia had come to your side, pressing his side against yours reassuringly as he watched you work. The powder bubbles as it was mixed before dissolving into a murky brown colour. You took the mugs, one in each hand, and handed one to your partner.
He nodded and took it, eyes fluttering expectantly as the drink was brought to his lips. Your gaze darted to his lips as he removed the mug, then to the faint outline of a foamy moustache of milk. Letting out a small expression of laughter, he frowned, unaware.
“Maybe you should grow back the moustache. I forgot how good it looked on you”
Your sly comment didn’t go unnoticed as he raised the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it, only to be met with your protest. You tutted, placing your hand gently on his sleeve and lowering it. Before he could speak, you leaned forward and placed a carefully calculated but deep kiss to his soft lips.
His arm securely found the dip in your back and while he tilted you backwards, a muffle of approvement escaping his lips between kisses. Electricity tingled through you as he released you from his grasp. His eyes burned softly with passion, even in the dim light of the kitchen.
“Maybe I will, for you” he breathlessly laughed.
Mugs in hand, you both turned with a contentful smile toward the door once again. The walk to the bedroom from the kitchen appeared less like a long stretch of dauntingly barren tiles as before, and more as what it was ; a hallway made monster by rain.
In your comfort, you turned the corner with Copia trailing behind you, expecting another empty hallway.
But your heart must have jumped from your throat and into the floor as your eyes lay on Secondo. Beneath his arms were two women of unknown origin, one with ebony hair in ringlets, and the other with numbing blue eyes. From the way their swayed under his grasp, you could assume they were all tipsy.
“Bella what are you-” Copia paused, mouth snapping shut as he rounded the same corner to see you frozen in place.
Secondo’s eyes, glassy and fixed on the walkway ahead of him, pivoted to you. You felt your stomach drop as if you were on a roller coaster. There was a twinkle in them despite the bitterness of his appearance. Without a moment to spare, he winked casually as if to say ‘Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you don’t’ and continued the track back to his room.
You shook your head in disbelief as the man faded into the darkness of night, shushing his company as the giggles ceased. Reasserting a hand on your shouoder, Copia muttered, “That was close”
“Tell me about it. We’re lucky Secondo is the party animal. If it had been Primo, we would have been torn to shreds, Satan forbid, Sister Imperator!” Your whisper almost squeaked out as a loud exclamation, causing you to snap your palm over your lips.
The thought of dissolving into the sheets of your bed with Copia tucked under your arm was the only thing guiding you through the halls of the ministry on that rainy night.
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#x reader#Cardinal Copia x reader#the band ghost#ghost#cardinal copia#papa iv#fluff#Papa IV x reader#papa emeritus iv#Papa IV#oneshot#gn!s/o#gn!reader#Rainy day prompt#answering requests
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Yep!
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM FERAL SKDNDKNFJRNSJNFJDNFN FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
terzo in couch sketches :3
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I promise I’m not dead guys, I’m taking my time to write stuff (couldn’t tell ya when the next update is gonna be out but I’m working on it)
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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Chapter 11: Pride Goeth Before The Fall
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You couldn't help but smile bitterly.
She is beauty, she is Grace
There were many forms of currency in the world: money, weapons, and information, to name a few. But she exhibited the easiest of all, the most deadly form of currency, and that was persuasion. She had entrapped him in her claws of greed and ran laps around all of you.
Though, there was relief in receiving the news that Campbell had skipped town. Maybe, you thought wistfully, she would pack her bags and go too. You would never have to see her face or feel her presence tugging in the corner of your mind. Her figure would no longer appear forebodingly in your mirror, nor plague your life in any manner again.
Maybe.
Just maybe, life could return to the way it was previously. It had been boring and tiresome, but the hair left over in your sink was evident that the new life's stresses had been taking a toll on you. The tips of your nails had begun to chip and pull away at the raw skin of your fingers. Your mouth was always parched, arms jittery. It was a mundane life, but it had been yours. And Tommy never looked at you anymore, but there had been remnants of what had been, slivers of memories that meant you could get by just fine.
Now, you had everything and nothing.
You had everything you needed and yet, the hollowness in your husk of a body was more desperately haunting than ever before.
"(Y/N!)"
If you had just kept your mouth shut, you pondered, would things have been different? Could you have prevented anything that had transpired?
It had utterly destroyed you.
“(Y/N/N)!”
You blinked, rubbing your cool hands together anxiously. Then the realisation set in, broken from your haze of thought.
“It’s Pol-”
Your hand pulled the door open, Polly squinting as she observed your appearance. Her red and puffy eyes softened, the crows feet in the corner of her face scrunching together. Lips pressing together, she stepped inside the apartment without another word. It was as if she could read your face like a tea reader, the tired creases and lines, or the way your lip curved in dismay. She sat without another word, hands gathered in her lap while her gaze drifted across the room.
"You look tired" She paused,
"Lovesick."
It was as if your ears had perked upwards, but you remained focused on the task at hand, which was making tea for your guest.
"He made his choice" you mused, fingers brushing past Tommy's favourite mug. Well, it hadn't been his favourite per se, but whenever he visited, you would always use the navy blue mug for him. Your heart wrenched. "I appreciate it, but why are you here, Polly?"
"I needed to tell you... I told Ada too. Tommy's replacing Billy Kimber. We're joining the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers". Despite the good news and the swelling of your heart, Polly's look remained downcast, as if foretelling the worst.
"That's great for us, for you, for the business. But I don't want to get involved"
Her tongue clicked, "Maybe so, but you wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to Tommy, or John, or Arthur or anyone of the likes and you weren't there. Just come, love. Do it for me, if not them"
The spoon in your hand moved in circular motions, creating a small whirlpool as you stirred in her sugar. The thought burned in your mind. She was right. They all meant so much to you, they were your family, despite the fact you couldn't bare to face the head of the family.
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Polly pushed the doors forward, moving into the room like she owned it. Not a glance was spent your way while Polly acted as your own personal guide through the sea of tables and people. It was as if her body was protecting you from any onslaught. "Leave that, boys, come back to it later" she warned softly to Scudboat and Lovelock who remained seated doing work. They rose from the chairs without a word to obey the matron and scurried off after you with their heads between their tails.
Tommy was like a threatening, towering monster, even with a smirk winding up his face. You felt your body shrink at the thought of confrontation.
Hell, this wasn't you, but you couldn't seem to snap out of the trance either.
"Right" he cleared his throat, "I've brought you all here today because this is the day we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we join the official National Association of Race Course Bookmakers. But first, we do the dirty work"
The bile in your throat rose with every moment that ticked by. The fact that too many variables could go wrong was daunting in the back of your mind as he laid out the alarmingly brief plan.
"We've all known this day's been coming. I just haven't told anyone the date" he paused and inhaled deeply, the room falling silent as he turned to face the neat scribbles on the chalkboard behind him. "We're going to the Worcester races. The track opens at one, we get there at two. Now, Kimber thinks we're going there to help him fight the Lee brothers. But thanks to the efforts of our John, and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin. I interrupted those efforts this morning, and er-"
Chuckles echoed throughout the room as the picture flooded your brain of John underneath the sheets with his new bride. Pushing back the need to stick out your tongue in disgust at the men's piggish behaviour, you shoved your hands into the pockets of your pants to distract yourself.
"-I can assure you John is making great sacrifices for the cause of peace"
Polly let out a restrained snicker beside you. Your eyes found John's, watching the distaste form on his face. You couldn't help but smirk as your focus found the floor once again.
"Yeah, alright" John murmured, attempting to calm the chortle.
Tommy continued, "So it'll be us and the Lees against Kimber's boys. We take them out but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory which will send a signal all the way to London, that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully"
The unanimous mood around the room, as you perceived it, appeared to be docile understanding. Despite the hasty explanation of the plan, all seemed to be in order, the members of the Peaky Blinders already coming to the conclusion of violence. You saw as a handful of their hands tightened or eyes grew in excitement at the prospect.
"And er- what about Kimber himself?" John posed, toothpick wedged between his lips.
"I'll deal with Kimber. Any other questions?"
For a moment, nobody spoke as looks were tossed around the room. Smoke fell from the tips of cigarettes. Polly crossed her arms and glanced back at the rough door which led into the room you were currently in. "Yes" she remarked, face lighting up as if she had remembered a crucial detail. Everybody leant in eagerly towards her, eyes never leaving her figure as she made her way towards the door.
Your mind was piqued with curiosity, fingers finding their way to your painted lips.
"Does anyone object if I bring a newcomer to the meeting?" to be met with silence. Her head poked around the door as she gave a whisper of encouragement to the anonymous persons behind it. Without the skip of a beat, she smiled and the door was pulled open, "I'd like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan"
Karl gurgled playfully while Ada's clutch on her child was tight, her smile radiating happy innocence. Karl's chubby, rosy cheeks were covered with a soft, canary yellow swaddle. The colour in your friend's face had returned.
It had been months since you had seen her so happy.
Polly had done it again.
The room broke out into a slow clap, and then the pace was quickened to match Ada's steps towards the front of the room. Finn giggled with excitement at the sight of the newborn.
"Welcome home, Ada"
She nodded, receiving acceptance from her brother gratefully, "We named him Karl. After Karl Marx..."
All the men in the room laughed.
"Karl Bloody Marx" Arthur cursed. Though you could tell his tone was not that of malice, but of high spirit. Even his walk towards his sister seemed to have a pep. "Let me get a look at him". Karl was passed to Arthur and he held the babe high for everyone to see. A cap was placed on his head, causing your lips to break away from the nibbling of your fingers.
"Careful of the blades, Arthur" you stated softly, voice barely coming out as loud as a mouse squeak.
"Always the mother, (Y/N)" Arthur responded affectionately, tipping the cap slightly to adhere to your warning without taking the cap off of the boy. "Hey, look, he looks just like me!"
"That's his arse that looks just like you, Arthur" John remarked.
"He's alright" Arthur cooed, "He's a Shelby"
Everyone began to shuffle back to their stations, buzzing with anticipation and the morale boost. Feeling warmer than before, you placed a reassuring hand on Polly's shoulder and smiled gently. The woman noticed what you were trying to say and reciprocated the expression.
Tommy swallowed, "Well, Ada? Am I forgiven?"
Her arms were crossed against her chest, "If what Aunt Polly says is true, you are"
He nodded, "It's true"
Without another word, Ada rushed towards her brother to embrace him fondly. You heard her exhale as she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, savouring the hug. "Thank you, Tommy"
You did your best to fill in the gaps with what you had been told. Freddie was in prison so you assumed Tommy was going to get him out, and that was why Ada was so elated.
The woman broke away from her brother, and Tommy's gaze fell onto you. His head snapped away violently, the hairs on your neck standing at his coldness. Sighing, she approached you with an apologetic expression, cheeks flushed red.
"I wanted to apologise for what I said earlier-"
"-Ada" you cut in, feeling the apology was unnecessary, "Please, it's alright. Don't worry about it". Your arms opened in acceptance and you found your head posed on top of Ada's, the smell of her floral perfume invading your senses.
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Ada gave you a light lipped smile, back pressed against the chair with her feet up. You stood against the wall in a comfortable position, taking a moment to rest after absorbing everything that had happened to you over the last few days. Your body craved the nicotine, the sweet release of exhaling that puff of smoke, but you had promised yourself not to smoke around Karl, so it would stay that way.
Polly had disappeared into the other room minutes ago, yet to return. There had been the occasional clatter of dishes, but not enough to warrant distress. Eventually, she emerged with a platter of china dishes which were placed on the coffee table where Ada’s swollen feet once rest.
“More… tea” you pursed, eyebrows dragging into a frown.
“To help with the nerves. Christ knows you both need it”
Your mouth opened to protest but the words fell short as you decided you couldn’t argue with her logic. Bringing the warm cup to your lips, you sighed, feeling the steam cloud your face. The atmosphere of the room was light, the previous weight lifting from your shoulders as you felt relief course through you.
That was, until the door burst open, prompting you to jump in shock. The umber drops of tea splattered to the hardwood floor. Your violently shaking hands sat the cup down on the coffee table before looking up at Tommy expectedly. The surprise had brought you over to the edge. Your resting head had once again been plunged into anxiety.
His presence was commanding and his voice exasperated as if he had run a mile to get there, “Ada! You and the baby, get in the bull ring where there’s lots of people”
She didn’t hesitate as she jumped from her seat, face ridden with panic.
Polly stood in the doorway with anticipation, “What’s going on?”
“We’ve been fucking betrayed” he spat, pacing around the room with his hand to his head. Your stomach lurched, the pieces falling into place once again. “Somebody let slip. Kimber’s men are on their way here”
“But you can handle them, Tommy?” Polly asked, desperate for reassurance.
“It’s just us. All the Lees are on their way to Worcester. We’re outnumbered”. The pit in your stomach grew bigger, more sickening as his fists made contact with one of the cabinets, causing the furniture to shake. A string of rash profanities left his lips as he watched his plan unravel before his very eyes.
“But who else knew today was the day you were moving on Kimber? You said you kept it a secret. Who else did you tell?”
His face went ghostly pale, jaw clenching as the veins became prominent on his forehead. You tsked, eyes burning into his back. Polly’s head went between you both and her jaw hung open. In that moment, she was overcome with pity for you.
“There’s only one thing that can blind a man as smart as you, Tommy: Pride. It was that barmaid”
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#the peaky blinders#thomas shelby#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x you#female reader#she/her#cillian murphy#season 1 episode 6
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OH MY GOD THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! (I really need to think of a name to call you all in the mean time) Your interactions, comments and requests all mean the world to me and I couldn’t have asked for some better followers. The activity I have gotten within the last few months is insane, so thank you, from the bottom of my heart (Maybe put some name ideas down in the replies if you can think of any) 🖤
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Terzo (Papa III) x Skittish gn!reader s/o Headcanons!
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To the anon who sent this in, I AM SO SORRY FOR LOSING YOUR REQUEST. I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT BUT I SWEAR, I PROMISE YOU THAT I LOVED YOUR REQUEST. I got it out just in time for Halloween.
Thank you for sending it in, love xx
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Terzo x Skittish gn!reader s/o Headcanons!
Initially, Terzo enjoyed messing with people. He loved to scare them, surprise them, muster any reaction he could from them and laugh while doing so, especially as a mischievous teenager. He was desperate to pull the spotlight onto him as the youngest Emeritus.
He would run rampant around the cloisters, pulling habits off of heads and jumping from pillars with his hands extended. A shriek would echo off the marble walls, often sending a hasty Sister Imperator to reprimand him with a stern gaze.
Many of the partners he had in the past, not necessarily romantic, but sexual, had always been rather coy but still confident enough to the point where he never had to reassure them. In many ways, looking back, it made him question whether they were real relationships or not.
When you came along, you rocked his world. To put it plainly, you forced him to rethink the way he approached his relationships.
(Slight Story Headcanons)
After a handful of months of being in a committed partnership with one another, Halloween was quickly approaching and many of the Ghouls had brainstormed the idea to go to a haunted house at one of the Autumn markets. Terzo had been dismissive about the idea but eventually agreed to join as long as you went with him.
The idea racked your brain for days, causing you to nervously fumble at random times. Doing your best to internalise your anxiety, you put on a brave face and pretended to be excited about the daunting prospect.
When Dew, who was particularly thrilled about the idea, would bring the topic up, you would often shut him down, insisting on changing the subject, even subconsciously. Though, as soon as the words left your mouth, your face would turn red with embarrassment as you apologised.
It was a common misconception for Terzo to be aloof in nature, but he did notice these things.
Not thinking much of your reaction, he pushed it to the back of his mind as the day approached.
The day itself was a train wreck on your side. The ghouls had been having an amazing time, giggling and racing through the haunted house. As they exited the house and emerged back into the central market, they mocked the childish efforts of the actors. You, on the other hand, stood like a deer in headlights at the door of the house, refusing to move from your fixed spot. Goosebumps were raised on your skin as your mouth was drawn into a wobbly line. Terzo studied you, observing as you clenched your hands until your knuckles turned as pale as your face. While his gaze softened, his gloved hand found its way to your back. "We do not have to go in, bella"
A relieved and grateful sigh left your mouth as you turned back to the group, disappointment hanging over you like a cloud.
Your lover did his very best to cheer you up, offering you cuddles, kisses, hot drinks and fair food to keep you preoccupied. Until, eventually, the thought completely left your otherwise scattered brain.
(End)
He always remembers the signs which send him on high alert whenever you display them. Kicking into overdrive, he hovers over you, offering anything to relieve you of your fear.
He does his best to help you avoid tense situations, and when it is required, Terzo helps you through it, one step at a time.
You are his top priority in making sure you are as comfortable as you can be, especially when the spooky season rolls around the corner.
He scolds the ghouls, warning them that you are easily spooked and that if they played any tricks on you, they would have to respond directly to their Papa.
Terzo developed a method of dealing with your fright and found relaxing ways to take your mind off of anything bothering you. From massages to bubble baths, movie nights to cuddles and kisses, he would give anything to see your worry leave your troubled face.
He is your bravest protector, and while intimidating, is very sweet and concerning when it comes to you <3
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#x reader#the band ghost#ghost#fluff#gender neutral reader#gn s/o#terzo#Terzo x reader#Papa III#Papa III x reader#Oneshot#answering anons#x anxious reader
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YES‼️
a friendly reminder!
an unfriendly reminder.
cannot let babygirl lose this!!!
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Hi! Could I request a swiss x gn!reader oneshot where he misses them when he is on tour and the reader surprises him at a show?
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Of course, love! Thank you sm for the Swiss request! I've been waiting for the chance to write for him <3
Enjoy xx
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Longing - Swiss x Reader Oneshot
Word count: 2.2k
Loving Swiss was like loving the moon, for all its beauty, knowing that by the time the sun comes up, he has to disappear. But he knew you and how you yearned to be held or laugh in his presence. For the latest Impera-tour, he had comprised a large kit consisting of many personal items.
The bag, which in itself was one of his duffel bags, consisted of two fluffy blankets that you used to cuddle with, three of his hoodies that had been covered in cologne, a handful of Polaroids, your favourite vinyls, emergency snacks and some beautiful handwritten letters, some of which had broken wax seals and others hadn’t.
You had also assembled a similar bag for him.
Nevertheless, he had ensured you were well prepared for the month period where you were very much on opposite sides of the Earth. Even the prospect caused you to ache.
Ever since Swiss bashfully asked you out at one of the rituals for the first time, you quickly learnt that touring would become the biggest challenge for any couple. As soon as you left that ritual with the biggest smile plastered on your face, the realisation hit you like a truck that he would not be joining you on the tiring flight home, nor would any of your companions.
The ritual cycle was gruelling, leaving you a dishevelled mess by the end.
So, this time around, when the ritual cycle arrived promptly on your doorstep, you knew exactly what to expect. Though, admittedly this could never take away from the raw and stinging pain you felt without him, especially when some Sister of Sin would go prodding with your heart to stir up drama. After supper, you would retreat to Swiss’ room and dive under the blanket of his four-poster bed, searching for relief.
This emotional toll was not only taken on you, but on Swiss as well.
He hadn’t recalled it as being torturous, but as he stood on stage, he decided promptly that it was inhumane to keep you from him. Every single night his eyes would sift through the crowd of faceless bodies, hoping and praying to make out yours amongst the sea. But he never did.
You always took your seat in the corner of the dining hall, preferring to keep your distance with the other Siblings of Sin. Eventually, while sitting in one of the various wooden rows for supper one stormy night, giggles had reached your ears about your dependency on Swiss. Your mouth soured, eyes set dead centre on your partially empty plate with a scroll across your lips.
“I heard they sleep in his room at night-” one Sister gossiped, holding her pale hands over her mouth as she spoke.
Another cackled, “Haven’t you seen them wear his clothes? Talk about desperate”
The words stuck to your mind, reverberating through your pounding skull. Between the booming thunder outside and the lowly chatter inside the hall, the warmth of your robe was all too comforting as you shrunk backwards into it. Their insults seemed to dissipate as you retreated into your mind, only to be broken with a startled jump.
“Ladies, don’t you have prayer duty to attend to?” Angie hissed, placing her dinner plate firmly down beside yours. At the familiar voice, your head snapped in her direction, a warm smile overtaking your mouth. “They’re just jealous” she assured, taking her seat beside you.
No matter how many times you saw her, you were constantly surprised by her beauty. Her eyes were the same colour as the bark of a tree, always sound and inviting. On occasion, a stray strand of ebony hair would fall out from underneath her coif, framing her round face.
But most importantly, Angie was your friend. She knew you better than anyone else.
“Thank you, Ange. I can normally handle one, but..” you trailed off, evidently throwing your arm up and gesturing to table that the Sisters were sitting at. Angie modestly shrugged, beginning to spoon the contents of her dinner into her mouth.
You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, prompting you to play with the broken hem of your clothing. Angie was eager to break the silence, “Y’know, why don’t you just go surprise him? Like fly out to their venue and go from there?”. Your attention craned to her once again, your lips pressing together in thought. You shook your head twice,
"I dunno.."
But Angie's smile was wicked, and you knew you had lost.
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The airport could best be described as an 'attack on the senses', leaving you baffled in its labyrinth of sounds and smells. The last thing you remembered was waving anxiously to your friend at the boarding gate as you disappeared down the hallway with a single luggage bag trailing behind you. The rest of the trip had merged into a fast-paced blur, a cloud of fuzzy disorientation that you found best not to dwell on.
With a single ticket in hand, you filed into the ritual venue with elated excitement, practically skipping your way to the barriers with urgency. The venue had yet to be filled to the brim with people, leaving vast gaps of empty space in the middle of the pit. If you had been to drop a coin, the sound would have bounced off the walls and returned back to you just as loudly. A draft swept through the venue. causing you to shiver.
When people began to fill the empty spaces, you looked down at your appearance and back up at them with a rosy face. You quickly realised that many people were dressed in a similar way to you, if not almost identical, meaning that it would make it almost impossible to spot you in a crowd of a few thousand. Feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, you turned back to the barrier and slicked your hair back, the nerves beginning to bubble in your stomach.
Before you knew it, a guitar solo from Imperium began to blare through the stadium as the lights dulled. You hummed with giddy excitement as the tune morphed into Kaisarion, and in a flash, a silhouette was projected onto the curtain. The stadium erupted in enthralled cheers and screams, practically begging to get the first sight of the ghoul.
As the curtain dropped, the crowd screamed again.
Finally, their eyes had been blessed with Aether, fire spewing behind him in a marvellous display. For the first time that evening, the stage had been lit in a milky yellow light, smoke bursting from the corner pillars. Despite the number of shows you had attended, you were always captivated by the sheer quality and creativity of it all.
Dew, Rain and Aether lined up at the front of the stage, their skills on display as they all played smoothly. You smiled at the friendly familiarity of it all. Aether and his little quirks when playing, such as the occasional extra flick of his wrist or the gesturing to the crowd. Dew and his aggressive head banging. Or Rain, rocking back and forth excessively like a rockstar.
Oh how you had missed them.
“Kaisarion!”
Your smile became even wider as you mouthed the lyrics, staring up at Papa with wonder-filled eyes. Marvelling at the brand new outfits, your eyes drifted to the back left of the stage, scanning for any sight of your ghoul.
Heart squeezing, your eyes were planted firmly on Swiss. You felt as though you were about to explode, cheeks red with excitement. His leg bounced at a quickening pace, hand secured on the microphone stand. Your ears perked at the sound of the backing vocals, and before long, it melded into a beautiful harmony of Swiss and the ghoulettes.
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The show was pulling to a close and yet it hadn’t managed to slow at all. The crowd was still electrified and the performers just as lively as they continued with their final songs.
You had to admit that while you were completely understanding as to why, you couldn’t help but be disappointed that Swiss had yet to spot you. Being at the back, he was at a disadvantage. Rarely moving from his podium, you assured yourself that even if he didn’t spot you, you would see him later so it didn’t really matter.
With your eyes glued to your partner, you were hastily caught by surprise as you saw him leap off his podium and begin to approach the stage. Many hands were extended towards his shiny black boots as they neared the edge. Your heart must have skipped a beat when he was only a handful of metres away. You could almost feel his reassuring embrace, or his tender kisses.
Feeling the chance pass by you, you abrasively held out your arm towards him and screamed, “Swiss!”. The strumming of his guitar never halted, but he paused and his head was held high as if to smell a strong scent. Then, he spun around at the speed of light as his eyes landed squarely on you. His face was beaming with excitement as you waved furiously.
Although in an attempt not to distract from the show, he skipped over to Aether and they conversed for a moment. Despite the words not being audible over the music, you could assume what they were saying based on the fact that Aether also turned in your direction as Swiss pointed.
You were elated, truly.
Unable to wipe the content look off his face, Swiss focused back on the performance, knowing that if they just finished up, you both could be reunited once and for all.
And that’s what they did.
They carried on persistently until the curtain closed, and even that couldn't dull the roaring of the crowd. Soon, a burly security guard came to collect you and took you through the winding hallways of the venue. As you pushed through the door into the dressing room, you almost leapt towards the first ghoul you saw with desperation.
There was a certain homesickness you had been consumed by, not one which made you miss your physical home, but one which made you miss the people that made you think of home. And of course, your family made you think of home.
"(Y/N)!" a chorus of ghouls cheered. Before you could process what was happening, a pile of ghouls came tumbling towards you with speed. You winced as your body was overtaken by countless limbs, embracing you as tight as they could until your face turned purple. With one eye pried open, you could barely make out the bodies, Dew, Cirrus, Aether, Mountain, Cumulus, Rain and Sunshine.
"I'm happy to see you guys too!" you laughed.
But there was one ghoul that was missing.
Your eyes scanned over the room, the leather couch, the vanity, and even the cacti in the corner of the large room to no avail. Frowning, you turned back to the ghouls, doing your best to hide your disappointment with a content smile.
"(Y/N)...?"
Your mind snapped.
You knew that voice anywhere.
Your heart almost leapt from your throat as you spun to the voice, which had just emerged from the other door. You gave him no time to react as you jumped at him, hugging your ghoul in your arms. The scent of musk and bourbon lingered under your nose, prompting your hold to become stronger. You felt his hand press to your hair, pulse thumping under his chest as you were pushed towards it.
An 'aww' was shared between the ghoulettes.
At last, your head dragged away from the comforting fabric of Swiss's chest to meet his sparkling eyes, filled with the softness of love. "I saw you in the crowd" he mumbled against the crown of your head, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you"
He grinned, canines flashing, "Well this certainly is a surprise" and placed a quick kiss on your lips.
One of his many forms of affection, while mostly gentle with you, was to pull you towards him or to stroke his tail spade up and down your calves. And it was no different that time around. As if his tail had a mind of its own, it began to drift upwards.
You smirked and shuddered, leaning into his arms to savour the moment.
Everything felt right, like puzzle pieces finally fitting together. The way your body curved perfectly around his strong stature, or the way his hand fell into yours comfortably.
“Get a room, guys” Aether called, looking up from the couch with a playful dismay.
Swiss shot deadly daggers towards his brethren, breaking away from your gaze. Like that of a snake, his tongue flicked outwards from the underneath of his helmet. “Trust me, we would if we could”. Although fiery, his tone was dripping with a smugness
Face now flushed, you left your hand on his arm assertively. He leant forwards, eliminating the gap between your lips as he caught you in a passionate tangle.
“You should surprise me more often” he remarked.
“I’ll take notes” you replied wittily.
And of course you both weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to make up for lost time.
The prospect of returning home was far from your mind. All that remained was a deep longing for your partner.
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#Swiss#Swiss Ghoul#multi ghoul#Swiss x reader#Swiss Ghoul x reader#Multi Ghoul x reader#the band ghost#the band ghost x reader#gn!reader#gn!s/o#oneshot#answering requests#fluff
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Could you possibly write a jealous tommy shelby fic? thank you love💗
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A/N: Hi love! Thank you for the request and I'm sorry it took so long to come out! I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be spicy but it ended up being a medium spice, so hopefully, that's alright :)
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Provoke - Jealous Tommy Shelby x Reader Oneshot
Word Count: 1k
Content Warning: Suggestive behaviour in detail, alludes to sex. The content you consume is your decision
Your relationship with Tommy Shelby was a sweet one, but nevertheless, it was filled with games. And on a night like this, with no particular entertainment, it was the best time to watch the usually stern man squirm in his seat, fiery gaze cast upon you with intensity.
He wasn’t sure what had done it. Maybe the way you chuckled at his brother's words, or perhaps the way your hand curled along Arthur's arm just the way you did with him. Regardless, he couldn't take it to watch a drunk Arthur becoming increasingly close to his woman. There had been many occasions throughout the night where the idea filled his mind that he would stand abruptly from his chair and drag you into the back room of the Garrison.
The Garrison itself was set in moody amber lighting, the low chuckle of customers filling your ears. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air, the moon hanging in the sky. Many customers had come and gone throughout the night, leaving a considerably small amount of family and close friends to drink. You sat contently on the bar stool, the amber liquid burning your throat as it was washed down. Your ears were red hot, steaming with the sensation that you were being watched from afar.
You knew Tommy amazingly well, like the back of your hand, all the ways in which to make him tick. So, with a beautifully enticing smirk, you leant forward on the counter ever so slightly, fingers twirling across the wooden surface. Arthur's light blue eyes scathed yours and you fluttered your eyelashes ever so prettily at him, feeling a sense of satisfaction as you saw Tommy shift again. His hand tightened around his whiskey glass.
"Anotha' drink, love?" the man questioned. You had to admit that while you loved Arthur, it was only ever as a brother. Everyone in Birmingham knew you were, practically, Tommy's wife. But that thought didn't seem to register in Arthur's intoxicated mind, smiling foolishly through his moustache. This had been going on all night.
"Yes, please" You chirped coyly, eyes tracing Arthur as he refilled your glass in a sloppy manner. Taking the glass, you brought it to your painted lips but before you could take a sip, a hand curled around your waist in an instant. A body was pressed against your back, towering over you from behind. A chill ran up your spine as his hand dug further into your hip, causing you to wince. Your head quickly snapped up to see your lover, pale but seemingly unbothered by your actions. He always had the best poker face.
"Thank you, Arthur, but we will be heading home now. Big day at the races tomorrow" he stated gruffly, beginning to lift you off from your seat. You frowned in response as he pulled you off much too quickly for your liking, barely giving you time to grab your purse while he dragged you away.
"Tommy-". You bit your tongue, withholding any more words from flowing out. His icy gaze gave you whiplash, shutting you up as you stepped into the car. You sat in silence for the whole ride back home, a downcast look on your face as you regretted your plan.
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"What were you fucking thinking?" He spat, barely giving you time to react as he tossed his coat on a stray piece of furniture.
You spun back around to him, briefly flinching at the intensity of his words. Slowly, he inched towards you, edging you back towards the grand staircase. You shuddered, blurting out the first thing that came to mind, "I wasn't". Expression dropping, your face turned ghastly white that your own mouth had betrayed you.
Sure, Tommy liked to let you think you had some commanding aspects about you, but that didn't mean you were the boss.
His nose was a pinch away from yours, steamy breath falling down your face. "Just trying to tease me, eh? Trying to provoke me with me own brother?". His growl sent shivers down your spine, a familiar ache finding itself between your legs. "Well, look what you've done" he mused, taking a firm hold of your hand. "You're mine. Not Arthur's, not anybody's. All mine"
You felt your body arch towards him, lips pursed as your hooded eyelids fluttered shut. As soon as his lips made contact with the tender skin of your neck, your fingers gripped around his hand. "All yours" you repeated, groaning while his tongue located the sweet spot of your flesh, lapping at it. As his hands drifted, you sighed contently, knowing that had been the outcome you were looking for.
When he broke away, you whined, to be met with an arched brow. Tommy stared at you with lustful eyes, and you both found yourselves wandering up the stairs towards your bedroom in a hurry, leaving a messy trail of clothes on the carpet in your wake.
Hours later, your mind drifted between the plane of sleep and reality. With heavy and half-closed eyelids, you used your aching limbs to turn yourself over to face Tommy. While his eyes were shut, you knew that he wasn't sleeping from the pattern of his breathing, the pace of the rise and fall of his muscular chest.
You were peacefully still, enjoying the comfort that the warmth of the bed brought. In the midst of the covers, a hand snaked towards yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. A small smile played on your lips.
There was no denying that you were Tommy Shelby's, and you were okay with that.
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The Way Things Were | Tommy Shelby x Reader
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A/N: I have decided to start putting pictures at the top of these posts again to help set the scene! I have also changed the timeline just a smidge so that the family finds out Grace betrayed them sooner (roughly a day sooner) to make the plot run smoother xx
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Chapter 10: You’re a fool, Tommy Shelby.
Word Count: 2.2k
It had been the loveliest day for a walk, and on your lunch break, you had posed the idea to Finn to get a breath of fresh air. Being a giddy young boy, he jumped at the idea, leaving you rather pleased with yourself as you both stepped out of the shop. A gust of cool air swept past you both, lifting your hair into the air as Finn let out a boyish laugh. A blush rose to the tip of your nose and ears.
"Hey!" you called playfully, watching as his hair was swept over his wide eyes. Already, you felt your mood lighten from the dreary and smoke-ridden atmosphere of the shop. The boy trodded alongside you, occasionally kicking up small pebbles with his shoes.
With no clear location in mind, you continuously walked until coming across a clearing that housed a garden. Finn had leapt towards the moulded concrete architecture in the centre of the hedges, which had been shaped as a circle. He planted his bottom on the seat and began to kick his legs before jumping off just as quickly as he had sat down. You stared at the boy curiously,
"What was that for?"
"Bored" he stated in a matter-of-a-fact way, "Besides, I'd rather explore"
You couldn't argue with that but reminded yourself you were his caretaker, and that you would be devastated if anything were to happen to him, "You can have five minutes to go run around, but don't go too far, eh? Gotta come back in one piece". He nodded instantly, taking off down a passage lined with roses and disappearing like an ant in the distance. Sighing, you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your coat and rested your weight onto one foot.
Perhaps the sun had decided to retreat behind the clouds, but you shivered, feeling a chill in your bones. Leaves gathered at your feet, fluttering like a butterfly in the breeze. You licked your lips, running your tongue over every stinging crack as you stared out into the garden.
You could never paint yourself as a particularly jealous person, but again, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong with Grace. She was too perfect for your liking. Every single woman you knew was strong and independent to some extent, flawed beyond belief, but filled with so many likable characteristics. But instead, when presented with Grace, your face always turned into a scowl. The woman had no fibre of being, no outstanding personality traits other than being 'Thomas Shelby's personal slave', which irked you to no end.
You had known her for a while now and she had not revealed a single part of herself, which she would have done by now if she wasn't intentionally withholding information.
Safe to say, you were either extremely jealous of her encroaching on and threatening your relationship with Tommy, or suspicious, or both. And you were mature enough to admit that perhaps you were jealous that your best friend had been snatched out from under you.
You would ask him time after time, "Do you want to stay for dinner after work? Polly's cooking" or something along the lines which involved him spending time with you, always to be met with the same reaction; that he was busy, or that he was going for a drink at the Garrison. You knew all too well what that meant, and eventually, you just stopped bothering altogether.
You were drawn from your deep and swirling thoughts at the sound of breathless laughter, eyes drawn to Finn nearing you. At the sight of his broad smile, you couldn't help but simper as you placed a supporting hand on his dark, cotton jacket and readjusted his cap.
"Better be gettin' back before anyone notices we're gone" you concluded, preparing for protest. But Finn only nodded understandably.
That was when you saw it.
At first, your mind couldn't comprehend the sheer familiarity of the figures, blinking back your surprise. Your jaw hung on the floor as your eyes focused on two people talking at the seating, where just moments ago, you and Finn stood. The shorter one, blonde hair pooling at the sides of her head, was wearing a dark jacket, a blue knitted scarf and a floral sapphire-coloured hat. The other person's head was adorned with a bowl hat, covered entirely in a black coat and wearing leather gloves.
Grace and Inspector Campbell.
Together.
Talking, with his hand on the small of her back.
Part of you wanted to scream with joy, to approach her and laugh, pointing as you shouted to the heavens that you knew it. But the other part of you burned with anger, your veins boiling hot as your hands clenched onto Finn's shoulder. "Ow!" he exclaimed, pulling away from you like he had touched a hot iron. Your attention snapped to the boy, face softening sympathetically,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"
His hand found his shoulder and began to rub circles on it.
You needed to tell someone fast.
Your eyes flickered to the sky, clear as day, painted with pillowy clouds.
Grumbling, you turned to the youngest Shelby, "It looks like it's going to rain" and broke out into a fast pace in the opposite direction. Finn was still for a second as his brain processed the lie he had been fed, then gazed at the sky with a raised lip and scrunched nose.
"Huh?" to be met with no response. Determining it was better to follow you than be left alone and to ask questions, the boy trailed quickly behind you. During the trip back to the store, Finn stumbled over your feet multiple times in an attempt to keep up with you, causing your toes to sting with numbing hot pain.
This didn't bother you as it was the last thing on your mind while you bumbled into the store, exhausted child at your side. Scanning for any sight of a family member, you were left unsuccessful. Frowning, you looked again and only saw workers. "Please go find your brother for me, eh?" you told Finn rather softly, contrary to your previously abrasive behaviour. As he sprinted down the hall, your thoughts wandered.
If Grace was really feeding information to the inspector...
You shuddered at the implications.
It didn't help in the slightest that today was race day, and the shop was filled to the brim once again with eager, greedy customers. There was not a single patch of open space, leather oxford shoes packed together, followed by their owners.
"Lovelock!" you burst, catching sight of the tall man making his way across to one of the main tables, "Where's Tom?"
In the pure chaos, Lovelock was unable to answer before Polly found her way through the door, eyes landing on you. She appeared to shout something, but alas you couldn't make it out, even in your desperation, from the mess of voices. As she approached, your hands pulled on each other with anxiety until she was by your side.
“What’s he done now?” She questioned, running a bony hand through her salt and pepper hair. You were wordless, her scrutinising gaze upon you. “Right... I haven’t seen him, love. Last time I saw him, about an hour ago, was at the Garrison with…”.
Her hesitation was enough to turn you bitter.
And what made it worse, the heart shattering detail of it all, was that she had the nerve to walk back into the Garrison after that meeting, and put back on her pretty face.
Your teeth clenched, apprehensive about telling the matron. You had no idea the extent of her knowledge of the situation, and if you were wrong, you would lose all the trust placed in you by Polly, by the family, but most importantly, Tommy, for incriminating a woman he clearly held affection for.
Luckily, she didn't seem to want to ask, and you decided to take the problem directly to Thomas. You weren't going to risk anything until you were certain she was a backstabber.
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Night had come and gone, and yet the rain, which you had foretold, had been relentless. It battered against the roof, echoing throughout your whole apartment as you tossed and turned in your humid and sticky bedsheets. By morning, the outside road had been saturated and was more akin to a river. All of the gutters were spilling and splattering like miniature waterfalls.
John had dropped by in the early hours of the morning to slide a piece of, now-saturated, paper under the door. With ink dripping, it read,
“Dear (Y/N), no need to come into work today. Pol said you were feeling under the weather and we don’t blame you
Feel better soon,
John”
For all the grief she gave you, you loved that woman to death.
For the rest of the day, you were left alone with a tall pile of clothing that needed to be mended and your thoughts. Shame lingered above you like a storm cloud for not speaking up about about your suspicions, but you were truly left with no choice. You promised yourself then when the time presented itself, you would tell one of the Shelby brothers. Though, you couldn’t jump to rash conclusions either.
You were stuck.
The day had transformed into night once again, but you barely noticed as time ticked on. The only indication you were given was the foreboding hourly chime of the clock. The downpour had slowed to a gentle patter and you felt yourself drifting off, a sewing needle wedged between your thumb and pointer finger.
Two thuds, one proceeded by another, caused you to leap from your sofa in surprise. A glance at your hand watch indicated that it was too late for any proper visitor. Your lips pressed together in a thin line
“(Y/N)!”
You rushed to the entryway with a newfound speed at the voice. There was not a single ounce of hesitation as you peeled back the door to meet his face.
This was your chance, and all your anxieties about who could have been at the door were squashed.
“You couldn’t have used the key?” You mused, staring at the man up and down. His coat was dripping, water sliding off it and into the mud. His face had even been dusted in the mist, hair splayed in strands across his forehead. Yet there was something charmingly ruggish about his appearance.
“Didn’t want to scare ya’” he responded, slipping one foot in the door. You stepped backwards towards the safety of your house to provide space.
“Thomas Shelby, scare me?”. With a hand to your chest, you grinned at your friend, only to be met with a frown. Clearing your throat, you directed your hand towards the doorway, “Interesting night for a visit. Is there something bothering you?”
“I could ask you the same thing. Polly said you were asking for me”. As he spoke, his head tilted towards one side, the light skimming over his neck. Your stomach dropped at the sight of a ‘bruise’, your eyes darkened, flickering away and hands crossing over your torso.
Fuck, your job had just become much harder.
Emotions began to course through you, prompting you to bite back your tongue in regret. You weren't sure why the wound stung, but the feeling you were losing your best friend overcame you.
"I..." you coughed, finding it best just to blurt it, "I saw Grace talking to Inspector Campbell in a very involved manner yesterday"
He blinked, and blinked again, letting out a cocky laugh, “I knew you were jealous, but really, (Y/N/N)? That’s impossible, she was with me the whole day”. His lip curled, waiting for your response. Hands finding their way to the pockets of his coat.
You rolled your lip in between your teeth, “I know you were, but she was at the park with him too. You think I’m lying to you?”
“I think you’re jealous”
Your fists were bawled, beginning to feel the effects of the burning anger within your throat, “So what if I am? You’re just going to believe her over me? You would rather risk your relationship with me and your business as a whole over some pretty little barmaid that popped up coincidentally at the same time that Campbell’s investigation began?”
His hand inched towards the doorknob once again, instinctively reaching for the exit. It was clear that he didn’t want to do either of those things, but didn’t want to admit you were right. “I don’t want to waste my time having this conversation, love”. Despite the usual affection in his tone, the pet name was dripping with mockery, sarcasm and malice. Your stomach lurched as the door was thrown back, letting in a sharp draft of wind.
The rain was picking up, the wild winds sweeping swelling storm clouds in your direction. Without another word, Tommy began to advance into the saturated street, the faint light of the outside lamp casting a glow on his face. You shook your head, refusing to let him go,
“Tommy!”
His head snapped back.
“She’s playing you and you know it… You’re a fool, Tommy Shelby”. His head readjusted back onto the cobbled road. Doing his best to block out the venom of your words, he turned and disappeared down the corner of the street, leaving you alone in the chilly doorway of your apartment.
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hello! i’m new to the ghost fandom and i’m loving your blog so far! i was wondering if i could request headcanons of papa emeritus III (terzo) or cardinal copia (it doesn’t matter which one) with a s/o that’s almost doll like? their skin is soft and reflective as a porcelain doll, glossy eyes, they barley blink which freaks people out a lot and barley speaks as well, only talks on occasions. they try to stay as still as possible or try to do things in an “elegant” way. they wear beautiful gothic clothing. in general they freak a lot of people out by how doll like they are but to papa they’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. no rush on the request! i hope you have a lovely day today! :D
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OH. MY. SATAN. (I love the aesthetic of your blog btw) I love this and haven't stopped thinking about this request since I saw it. I had been dancing around the idea of how to do it justice and I think I've come up with something. Thank you for the request, my dear. Hopefully, it does do it justice. I couldn't decide which Papa to do so I did them both.
Much love xx
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Papas (Terzo and Copia) x Gothic gn!neutral Reader Headcanons!
Papa Emeritus III (Terzo):
Ever since he was small, he had an obscure fascination with dolls and their beauty
Thus, when he found his s/o, who not only had a lovely personality but had an elegant poise, he found himself quickly head over heels in love with them.
Terzo had been with many people in his life and he had yet to find someone who could match his gothic ways until you came along. You honestly stood as competition to him because of his nature as a diva. Originally, he had felt threatened by your allure and much like a cat with its fur raised, all alarm bells sounded in his mind when he saw you walking in the halls of the ministry for the first time.
Though, Terzo soon realised that this precious jewel of a person required closer inspection.
Many members of the clergy found you freakish, despite their beliefs, and Terzo often gets defensive whenever a strange look is passed your way or a mumble is uttered while you walk past. "Hey! Stop staring at them! Stare at your Papa, si?", which causes you to let out a refined and shy giggle. You know he doesn't mean it maliciously, of course, his intentions are clear to protect you from many uncomfortable stares.
One of his favourite activities to do with you is to take you out for a stroll with your favourite black-laced parasol out in the garden. Once the sun begins to peek through the clouds, you retire inside and collapse inside each other's legs while reading a book (Terzo more begrudgingly if anything, but willing nevertheless)
He didn't care what anyone thought of you, you were his, and he was yours.
Cardinal Copia (Copia):
Copia, on the other hand, was a little confused initially but he definitely had the spirit.
When he laid eyes on you for the first time, his jaw was on the floor, admiring all your porcelain qualities and your stunning clothing. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
He fumbled and had absolutely no idea how to approach you. And it stayed this way for a long time. You both would share skewed glances in the hallways but nothing more beyond a polite "Hello, how are you doing?"
Eventually, he plucked up the nerve to ask you out with a bouquet of crimson roses and black dahlias (to which you obviously said yes to)
Copia was under the impression that many of your date activities were very much confined to your aesthetic, and because in public, you rarely spoke, he found it difficult to communicate with you.
The Ministry housed a large dining room with an ebony elongated table, surrounded by vintage chairs. He often took you in to dine, but the only problem was that you were at opposite ends of the table and it felt as though you were a world away. After roughly a week of dining in awkward silence, as he drank his red wine, you brought your chair all the way to his end of the table, causing him to flush with embarrassment and realisation.
This communication barrier was quickly overcome after this in private, "We do not need to do something fancy and dark every time, darling. I appreciate it beyond belief, but I like cuddling and spending the night in too"
Now, he practices a perfect balance of both and aspires to create a dynamic like that of Morticia and Gomez Addams.
He often enjoys going on walks with you as well, taking your arm in his and holding your gentle hand to his lips, moustache tickling your fingers.
You were his beautiful bella
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