Flowers in a Peaked Cap; Part Two

A/N: Surprise another update this week! I’ve been surprised at the amount I’ve been publishing recently, it’s been a nice change. Something to take my mind off things. Hope everyone enjoys this part. Basically setting up for some conflict within the Shelby family because Tillie wants to go off and live her dream. Also, throwing in the potential of a love interest being there or a platonic friendship.  You’ll have to let me know what you want to see!! 

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Parts: [ Prologue ], [ 1 ], [ 3 ]

Word Count: 1495

There was something completely thrilling hearing about stories from the areas outside of Birmingham. Life in the big city of London. It wasn’t something Tillie had ever been really interested in. Yet, the chance of learning about the different atmospheres, from the working class and posh boys that read stories about them. Walter read article like stories about the London gangs and flitted about with the potential of a romance within the smoky haze of the opium dens. His stories were struggle euphoric and erotic to the ear. Some of the utterly vulgar choice of words had Tillie sitting there blushing. The daringness was something that she could most definitely praise once she got passed the first shock of it.  His words and the use of them were almost taboo or pornographic as some of the older gents and women would say about. Apparently, Walt, as he liked to be called, was apart of the generation that had more balls and less shame in topics of propriety—as people of his station would say; likely scoffing into their expensive bone china tea cup. Norman fancied the more historical ventures; text that was written and felt like it was centuries old. A thriller in genre, it had everyone leaning in. Without their knowledge. Cigarettes burning down to the filters throughout his telling. Tillie had wondered if Norm had even investigated a publisher for his works. Certainly, there was plenty of people that would love the thriller element in some sort of historical drama. She could picture his rather handsome face printed in the back of a book. Dressed up all smart like he was then and there. Mister Augustine’s tale were something that seemed speak to her in completion. They left her wanting more or lost in that world. Closing her eyes. Tillie could picture the build world and the characters within the realms that were coming to life. His was boarder than the others were a nice mix of baritone.  Clapping among the others at the end of Robert’s reading. For the blossoming moment Shelby blue eyes met the perfectly handsome gaze of lush green. It made Tillie think of the fields where she would ride her horse through on the down days. On days where she wanted and would like to escape from it all. Stilled there for a moment like a moth caught by a flame, Robert’s smile that passed on his lips was truly enchanting. He seemed so perfectly in his element; surrounded books. Much like Tillie. However, she liked a large pile of books on a rug under the nicest tree in a valley filled with flowers. It would be her Romani book dream. Joe Gilbert and the other boys then began their stories. Tales that she knew were relative recounts of what they had done in primary school. Made stories about this cruel Peaky Blinder boy bullying them when it was the other way around. It made Tillie Shelby’s knuckles go a bone white as she gripped the spine of her book so tightly. When stories about her came up, she was the scandalously behaving twin that didn’t fit in nowhere, not even with the crowd of her family. It was true; Tillie did not fit in. But Joe Gilbert did not need to say that. Nor did he have to ruin the narrative and slander her very character—right in front of her. Maybe she was against him all along and that’s why even with the character damaging lies in his tale. Tillie could tell he was better off working in the newspaper with stories like that. For all she knew; he was actively working for the Birmingham press. Robert had the sense enough to stop the stories before they became too much. A Shelby like temper brew up behind her icy blue eyes. The awkwardness continued when she stormed out of the shop shortly after the story ended. Cheek reddened and eyes watering at the utterly nasty things they said. Discarded among the ruin of the writer’s club meeting was the lovely book. That she prided herself in slipping every story worth the pages, her brothers saved over to get the leather bound book. Made the old way. So, it was an expensive piece and incredibly sentimental but a single photograph that fell out begin the pages. “Was that really necessary—I watched you this whole time make an effort to make Miss Shelby uncomfortable. You made an utter arse of yourself.” Robert was the one to break the lingering silence. He’d been the observer the whole time. Norm followed with a small nod of his head. Walt—wasn’t quite sure what the issue was. It was all in good writing to make someone feel someone. He didn’t seem to connect neither of the three men had books in their hands or paper to read off that entire time. Scoffing in disgust, Rob collected the book. Careful of other things falling out all over the place. Before stepping out into the streets in the hopes to find the bright upstart—Tillie Shelby. A woman that has a voice that ladies of that time needed. As timid as she maybe in person. Everything written on the pages of that before him; from what she read aloud. Was clean and polished. She was fast, even when dressed in her best clothes. Tillie was light on her feet, as if she were a horse in gallop or cantor. Lush blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. In the heat of the moment—everything had pretty much been forgotten when fleeing the bookstore. Clearly, she would never be worth in or good enough in eyes of the men now more than certainly knew a thing or two about bringing out the worst in her. “Miss Shelby! Wait you forgot your book!” Robert called out down the lane, catching Tillie’s attention when she was about a quarter of the way home. Turning on her heel. Reddened eyes were puffy, and her cheeks flushed. He caught his step rather quickly after, halting a few paces before her. Huffing a little. “Christ you’re fast for how small you are, never seen a lady run so fast before. I think you’d put most men to shame.” Rob chuckled looking down at Tillie before awkwardly stopping his bantering. Noticing the presence of tears in her eyes. Gently a hand outstretched touching the smoothness of cheek, thumb careful to wipe the collecting tears away. “Did their stories really bother you that much?” He whispered looking at her with the truest concern. Before slipping the book back into her hand. “It is hard to hear people speak badly of my brothers; Finn didn’t do half the shit they said. And I am no whore—I have no interest in that sort of thing, most definitely not them.” Tillie’s face contorted with a sign of disgust at the mere mention of her being with any of those boys in such a way. Lowering her head, hands fidgeting awkwardly. She had given her secret away in the end it seemed. In the buy streets of Small Heath—Robert looked around the crowd and glanced back with alarm. He was the perfectly dressed gentleman. Tillie very clearly a girl from the lower working class. A taboo scene, as he lowered his hand from her face. So aware of the eyes held on them. Unknowing that some of them were her brothers that had gone out for business deals and sorting out a few problems throughout Birmingham. “You’re not a whore. You are a slave to your pen, as any writer is.” Robert gestured to the ink cover on her hands, that were only faint stains now. But clearly still apparent to the watchful eye. “Like most of us are. Something those boys are not—because they lack the knowledge on what is considered rumours and gossip, from a gripping and exciting story. Our ideals are not to hurt anyone with what we write, those lot on the other hand—every much have that intention.” He admitted his discoveries through observations of the trio in the bookstore prior. Tucking his own slightly stained hands into his pocket, rather embarrassed that Tillie’s eyes wandering to them. The gentleman stood up a little straighten. Yet, before he could say anymore, an audible cough left someone’s lips. Tillie turned to see her brother Thomas and Arthur looking very plainly at the pair. “What’s this about someone calling you a whore, Tillie?” Thomas said in a cool murderous rumble collecting at the back of his throat. He was focking pissed at that news, glancing to the posh looking lad that clearly was out of sorts in Birmingham for a moment. Holding a cigarette to his lips, running the paper along his lip for a moment so it wouldn’t stick—he glared at Robert Augustine. A questioning look that made the youngest Shelby glower at her second eldest brother.

Lesson (DarkxAnti NSFW PT 1)

Anti didn’t know how he got in this mess but yet here he was. Him and Dark were always…different. Not friends, but not enemies either. Anti was basically a psychopath. If he was even given the slightest window of opportunity to torture somebody he would make it as bloody and gory as possible to make it more enjoyable for him. He’s more hot headed and younger than Dark and he would not hesitate to murder any victims of his. He’s extremely dangerous, painful and violent.

Dark however is quite the opposite, he’s very calm and collected, he doesn’t seem violent and he speaks clearly and fluently, not to mention intimidating. He wouldn’t go about it the same way if he would be able to torture someone, he would probably use his words to make the victim a total mad man before slowly and painfully killing them.

So here they were. Anti said a few things to Dark that got him angry and he ordered the younger demon to undress himself.

“Ugh, why Dark? Oooh are you some type of pervert under the stone cold face of yours?” Anti teased the other and Dark just looked unamused. “No, I am merely going to teach you some lessons my dear.” Anti raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. He knew he pissed Dark off but he didn’t except an order quite like this one. “Why? Just tell me!” Anti said impatiently and Dark held his hands behind his back. “You’re too impatient, this is the only way to dig yourself out of this little rabbit hole you got yourself into.” Dark rolled his neck and gave a little half smirk at Anti as he stretched his arms out, licking his lips. Anti gave out a whine at that, fuck! Dark knew exactly how to get to him with that DAMN neck roll and that STUPID FUCKING SMIRK AND THAT LITTLE FRICKEN LICK OF HIS LIPS. Dark only smirked more at Antis little whimper which made Anti whimper again. “Now. Undress and get on the bed.” He said calmly and Anti immediately started to undress, rushing way too much and getting his arm stuck in the head hole of his shirt

“You’re like a horny teenager. I’m going to have to teach you some fucking /patience/.” He said and grabbed Antis head hole with his index finger and his thumb, slipping the shirt off. One glance at the boy with his shirt off Dark looked back into Antis eyes. “Are you sure you’re not just a scrawny teenager?” Anti whined and crossed his arms, which earned a growl from Dark.

“None of that now, you have not completed my orders. I asked you to get on the bed, /naked/” Dark said that last word in a stern tone. Anti hurried to get his pants off, kicking them aside excitedly along with his boxers and got on the bed. Dark tsked to himself and slowly started to take off his tie first, placing it neatly on the bedside table. It was no more than 30 seconds and Anti whined, impatient that Dark was going so FUCKING slow. “Patience.” Dark repeated. “Don’t make me say it again. At least I have damn etiquette. Your clothes are going to wrinkle now.” Dark picked up the ripped up punk clothing with his index finger and his thumb, as if he was picking up a used tissue. He looked at the clothes, scrunching up his nose as if he smelled something rotten as he tossed it over his shoulder. “Charming.” He mumbled and walked over to the younger on the bed, bright lilac eyes looking up at Dark slowly, looking like a puppy who knew he did something wrong, and Dark fucking /adored/ that look, Anti knowing that he did something wrong. He could finally break the brat.

“Oh look at you. It I’m proud that I made /the/ Antisepticeye, violent, wild and crazy, and break him down to a little whimpering puppy.” Dark raised Antis chin with his finger and got closer to his lips, until they were almost brushing before Dark pulled away, making the younger whine loudly. Dark however turned back and continued to take off his suit, slowly. “You know I must say you are a lot bigger than I imagined.” Antis eyes went wide and he blushed a deep red-“You’re not too scrawny, you have some muscle.”

Oh. He was talking about his body. When Dark looked back he had his white dress shirt unbuttoned almost all the way but that’s when he saw the look that Anti had. “What’s with the face?” Dark asked and Anti squeaked as he saw the body the older demon was almost revealing. Soon Darks face turned into one of understanding and right after…a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Oh I get it now. How old are you?” He asked and Anti let out a mumbled “13 million…” he looked down in his lap. Dark snickered “You ARE just a horny teenager. Shame. You have to be patient now.” The demon teased and neatly folded his shirt onto the dresser, starting to unbutton his pants now as well. One button went loose, slowly and Anti whimpered at the pace Dark was going at. This was too slow for him but if he wanted anything out of this other demon he was going to have to do what he says, even if it does result in the slow pace that Dark preferred.

Dark finally took off his pants and that’s when Anti noticed…Dark didn’t have any underwear on. Now this he didn’t expect. Dark was always nagging Anti about being neat, and having proper etiquette. Did Anti know what etiquette meant? Fuck no. But he was pretty sure it didn’t mean, don’t put on your underwear. Anti looked up and gulped, squirming around at just the glance at Darks size. Anti was pretty petite so he wasn’t so sure if Dark could fit- “Oh, I almost forgot my dear.” Dark said, interrupting the youngest thoughts. Before Anti could process what the fuck he just said, blackened silk ropes started to inch their way up Antis legs, bounding them together but they didn’t stop. The continued to move up, moving quite like snakes. Anti was soon bound up, and he only squirmed more in the ropes.

“Look at you. You’re like an inchworm. It’s so revolting and wonderful all at once. It suits one as weak and small as yourself.” He walked towards the bed slowly which made Anti grit his teeth. “I thought it would be lovely to take in that view a little longer.” Dark traced his finger over Antis thigh. “Who do you think you’re talking to?” Anti growled lowly and Dark raised an eyebrow. “I am talking to a /pet/. Nothing but a slave used for pleasure, am I correct?” Dark growled in return and Anti lessened his attitude at that statement, but it was still showing strong. “I am the all powerful Antisepticeye, now I command you to fuck me!” He bared his teeth and struggled in the ropes, but an enchantment made the ropes burn against his skin, which made Anti howl in the wicked pleasure. “Now. I do believe I taught you how to beg.” Dark said and Anti hissed, earning another sting from the ropes, giving Dark another chance to hear the high pitched howl that escaped Antis lips. The demon finally broke. “P-please! Please Dark!” Dark looked unamused. “Call me something else, I don’t think that name is fitting in this situation.” Anti looked up and whimpered. “D-daddy please! Please please daddy!” Dark smirked. “What a pitiful display. The strongest demon in the world, at my feet begging to be pleasured. Now young lord.” Dark got close to his face, grasping his chin in his fingers. “Call my name.” The dominant’s hand reached down to rub the other slowly which made Anti quiver. The teenage hormones flying all over the place in the younger, making Anti moan instantly at the sensation. “D-daah!” Anti tried but failed. “That’s it.” The older encouraged lowly, the hot breath tickling the other’s ear. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Anti cried out which earned Anti a lick to the ear and a small “Good boy.” The green haired other whimpered in need as Dark rubbed him. “Y-yes! I’ll be a good boy for you daddy! I-I promise! Now please fuck me!” He wailed out needily and Dark tsked him. “My goal was to teach you patience. Now I must wait so I can ensure that you do so. If I fucked you right here right now, that wouldn’t be teaching you anything, am I right?” Dark said and Anti whimpered, hiding the huff of annoyance that wanted so badly to escape his lips.

“Now as we’re on the same page, one hour here; bound, blindfolded…pleasured.” He smirked at that last word, his voice getting even deeper. He grabbed one of his ties and tied it around his eyes. Tight. “A torturous pleasure, that something as filthy as you will like.” He put the younger at a much lower place than what he was thought to be…and Anti loved it. “So close to something you really want…but not close enough to grasp it. That’s what you’ll be feeling like for the next hour.” Anti didn’t know at first but Dark was right close to his ear. “My sweet little boy~” he purred and his fingers grasped over the psychotic demon’s jaw, tilting his head to him. Anti quivered at his tone, blushing red.

Dark snapped once more, a cage was on the other and as well as a vibrator going at the lowest speed. Anti quiver and wined, trying to thrust his hips down but finding that he couldn’t move them. “Ta ta~” Dark cooed before walking out.

How did Anti get into this mess? He wondered.