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White Lies || Thomas Shelby x reader

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Anon requested: “ Can you do 10&13 with tommy please? I obsessed with your writing” (Thank you honey, hope this won’t let you down ♡ )

Summary: n.10 & 13 from prompt list: “I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Don’t leave” Warnings: swearing, May Carleton insert, basically jealous reader, Tommy being the absolute cocky bastard he always is, me loving him even more

Author’s notes:

Your sugar paper dress in lace and tulle gracefully fluttered in the wind, as you walked towards the Garrison, head up, a sweet smile on your face and your right arm firmly placed on John’s left one.  That same morning, Tommy’s new horse had won his third race in a row, for which reason the Shelbys had decided to have a little party at their pub, so that they could celebrate those amazing successes with their friends and closest fellows from Birmingham, seizing, at the same time, the opportunity to show to the whole town how the family was getting more and more powerful. Therefore, Finn, Michael and John were now escorting you and Polly to the tavern, where the rest of the Peaky Blinders had already got the festivities started. “If you ever get tired of Tommy, keep in mind that I’m here waiting for you, darling” The middle brother playfully whispered those flirty words into your ear, even though he was truly enchanted by the way you looked that night; you immediately glimpsed in his direction, seeing him keep an alluring smirk on his wonderful face and a toothpick held between his rose lips, just like always. A genuine chuckle spilled from your mouth because of his joke, a slight blush instantly covering your sweet face, while your lips promptly left a noisy kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry about him, Johnny, we can keep it as our little secret” You blinked at him, still giggling out loud, as you entered the Garrison arm in arm, finding a whole crowd of half-drunk people joyfully cheering for the increasing greatness and fortune of the Shelby Brothers Limited. “And that’s Thomas’s definition of small refreshment?” Polly’s usual sarcastic tone prickly referred to the massive amount of guests your fiancé had apparently invited; she lit a cigarette, carelessly throwing the used match on the floor, before her free forearm fondly stretched out to Michael, in a silent invitation to accompany her towards the table where Arthur had already made himself comfortable. Finn, on the other hand, immediately spotted Isaiah amidst the throng, for it took him a scant moment to literally run in his direction, eager as he was to finally spend a night out with his best mate, forgetting about work for a while. “Would you mind helping me find your perennially busy brother, mh?” You asked John, since you were now alone, standing at the entrance like two complete idiots, withouth a clue about what to do next. “Why don’t you come home with me instead?” His eyebrows quickly raised and lowered several times, in an intentionally droll attempt to make that indecent proposal sound tempting, his usual cocky smile never leaving his face. “Oh, shut up now!” you heartily laughed, jokingly punching his shoulder in the process “Let’s just find him, and then you’ll look for a pretty girl to dance with”

“No need to look for girls, love, they throw themselves at me” Your almost-brother-in-law defiantly stated that, while adjusting his houndstooth suit in one swift move, his large shoulders lifted along with his lower lip, giving life to an expression of pure smugness, which esponentially boosted when he found his way to the middle of the pub, performing his usual, cheeky, extremely bold walk. John’s lean and solid body shielded yours as you passed through that enormous amount of people, until you eventually reached for the cluttered counter; your watchful eye immediately caught Tommy’s figure standing with his back turned, a loving grin inadvertently springing upon your red lips, for he had left early that morning without waking you up, and, although it may seem corny, you had shamelessly missed him. Nevertheless, your jaw nearly dropped when, taking a few more steps in his direction, a beautiful woman entered your line of sight: she was talking to him, her clearly infatuated stare burning with desire, one of her palms randily caressing his bony cheek, but the worst part was that Thomas didn’t make a single move to stop her, he just stood there, listening to what she was saying, letting her pet his face. “Oh, fucking hell” John muttered, foreseeing a catastrophic epilogue to that risky situation, indeed, he was perfectly aware that you had no idea of who May was, moreover he could plainly tell she was without a doubt attracted to his brother, which meant no good, considering that you were in the same country as her. Still, before he had the chance to stop you from doing anything, you had already covered the gap between you and them, approaching your fiancé and heavily tapping on his shoulder covered by an elegant black jacket.

Tom’s icy eyes imperceptibly widened as he turned to you and realized how misunderstandable that scene could look; however, within a fraction of a second, he composed himself and regained all of his customary confidence, curving his mouth into an impertinent smirk and placing a hand behind your back, so to guide you in front of the mysterious lady. “Oh, you must be y/n, Tommy’s told me a lot about you! I’m May, May Carleton” Her falsely excited voice brusted out, preceding both of you, and that alone could’ve been enough to set you off, you were aching to ruthlessly punch her in the face, right there and then, yet your strong common sense led you to simply send her a long, eloquent death glare. “Well, he didn’t tell me anything about you, not a word” Perceptible hostility towards that woman infected your tone, still, while you spat that rancorous reply, your killer attention was utterly focused on Thomas, who, for his part, kept looking at you with amusement, blatantly revelling in your jealous little scene. “I didn’t have a chance to” His husky voice nonchalantly spilled from his full lips, whereon he was unchastely sliding a cigarette filter, his piercing black pupils continued to defiantly nail yours as he aimed to provoke you with that silly, senseless remark. Teeth sinking into the warm flesh of your inner cheek, while you tried your best to avoid a beastly outburst in front of everyone; sadly, hardly any moment later, May unwisely decided to throw more salt on your already stinging wounds. “How funny, I’ve been training your horses for three months now” a galling laugh of mockery eurpted from her throat and, once she was sure she had your attention, you noticed raw mischief twinkling in her brown irises “With excellent results, I might add”

She raised the glass of champagne she was holding, along with a hint of her head in Tommy’s direction, inviting him to make a toast to their incredible series of victories; a shrill tinkle filled your ears when his crystal cup joined hers, almost making your skin crawl, you watched speechless and powerless as a seductive expression deliberately contaminated his stunning features. “Obviously. Nothing but the best for my horses”

You just couldn’t believe your eyes, nor your ears; an alarming amount of emotions assaulting your defenseless mind, as you eventually figured out how many lies he had been feeding you during those past months. Soon after he had brought his first mare at the auction, Tommy specifically talked to you about how may expectations and resources he had placed on that brand new project, to the point of actually enlisting an expensive horse trainer, one of their comrades from France, a man they could trust, he did say. Your brain franticly reviewed all of the episodes in which he had called you to inform that he would’ve been late for he had to stop by the stables, in order to check on his beasts, a grievous boulder growing inside your chest, brutally crushing your heart, at the very thought of what could’ve effectively happened in those evenings; your breathing sharply stopped for endless instants, until you regained control of your body, blinking a few times to stop the world from spinning around you. Not a single world escaped your mouth, you only looked at them for one last time, before you hastened to turn tail and run away from that obnoxious situation. Only then, Thomas factually realized he’d gone too far with you, his vigilant stare followed your silhouette quickly moving amidst that mob of drunken yokels, while he briefly took leave of May, without even glimpsing at her once. Pushing and kicking his way through the crowd, he reached for you when you were practically one step away from the main door.

“C’mon, y/n, wait! Hey, don’t leave” Tom delicately grabbed your forearm in an attempt to hold you back, but, as soon as you saw him touching you, a calamitous rage exploded in your belly, leading you to violently yank your arm away. “Take your hands off me, or I swear to God, I’ll bind you with your own fucking cap!” Eyelids squeezing with autentic ire as you snarled in his face, fiercely smacking his hand several times and managing to get out of his grasp, yet, when you tried to leave the pub afresh, his imposing frame promptly interposed between you and the exit, his left palm firmly leaning against the jamb, so to cover the whole open space and preclude you every possibility to find your way out. “Get out of the fucking way, I said!” Frustration filled your yells, you had recourse to all your strength in a restless effort to shove him off, continuing to insult and punch him, still your blows felt like nothing more than tickling to him. Thomas rolled his orbs and, at the same time, raised both his eyebrows, in a plan expression of his nuisance. “I think you’re being a bit overdramatic, love” Tomhas was perfectly aware that he was being a total asshole, afterall, he had never even thought of May in such a way, but, for some strange reason, he wanted to tease you that night, he wanted to see you detonate. His imperturbable tone, together with his absurd words, totally made you lose your temper, you sensed your knuckles itching to crash with his perfect jaw, again and again and again. “Overdramatic?!” your voice raising of a couple octaves “You bloody bastard! You lied to me, God only knows what the hell’s been going on between you and that bitch. What’s more, you let her fucking flirt with you, in front of me!” Hot tears were now forming in your eyes while you kept shouting till you felt your throat hurt, Tommy simply kept watching you, not daring to pronounce a single syllable, but never changing his stoic countenance, nor moving from the doorway. “You were flirting back, letting her touch you that way, you fucking humiliated me, Thomas! In my place, you would’ve killed any man, without even thinking ‘bout it!” Tom’s look somehow softened as he observed your features contract with anger and sorrow, he knew he had unnecessarily and foolishly hurt you, he only was too proud to say it out loud; so, he kept his mouth shut and just came closer to you, carefully attempting to stroke your shoulders with tenderness. Nevertheless, you were too full of wrath and delusion to let him make it up to you that easily: actually, you desperately needed to cry, your cheeks were flushing with resentment, blind choler streaming in your veins. And, suddenly, a dull smack resounded in your and his ears. You slapped him so hard, that his head automatically tilted in the opposite direction, leaving both you and him speechless for a full minute; Thomas remained in that forced position, frozen, without going back to face you, giving you the opportunity to finally pull him aside. “You don’t fuck with me, Mr. Shelby” That was all that you hissed, then leaving the Garrison and not looking back.

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About Time (part two)

Request: Angsty protective Tommy imagine!!              

Note: I hope you like part two everyone! I guess this is where the protective angst comes in. This is a loooong one so strap in! 

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: violence, blood, lots of cursing

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@peachyblinderss href=“https://giingers.tumblr.com/post/187649648700/about-time-part-one”>Part One                                         

The Garrison was louder tonight than it usually was, the pub packed with obnoxious and foul mouthed civilians that all seemed to have one great and equal purpose. To irritate Tommy Shelby. Well, according to his now very irritated mind that was. 

His knuckles were bone white as he thrummed one hand on the table in the private room, the other hand bringing his fifth cigarette to his mouth. He took a long and grateful drag, letting that ashy taste consume his lungs before he blew out the white puff of pollution, letting it swirl above his head like a physical embodiment of his thoughts. Since he’d stepped foot in the pub at exactly eight o’clock he had not been able to settle himself comfortably. 

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@jezsiema and this one too.

everything is changing (3)

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

word count: 3k

a/n: based loosely off of taylor swift’s “mary’s song (oh my my my)”.  (takes place during the events of season 1) flashbacks to childhood- which they’ll be lots of throughout the series- are italicized. sorry for mistakes lol it’s late am. 

summary: i suck at summaries lol. you and tommy have been the best of friends since you had enough power in your short legs to get you from your doorstep to his and have been bridging the gap between best friends and a little more for a while now, but things seem to be falling apart with the new arrivals in small heath, Birmingham.

part summary:  you get an impromptu meeting from one inspector campbell in attempts to dig for information on tommy and he’s not afraid to exert physical force to get it. you’re not dumb, and nor are you weak. tommy is beyond the description of furious when he finds out where the bruise on your cheek came from.

part one / part two

“Tommy!” The nearly seven-year-old bit down on his lip, he was sure to draw blood if he were to put any more pressure on the plump pink surface with his newly sprouting adult teeth in order to stifle a childish giggle. “Tooommyyy…” his name is sung this time by a young female voice who’s little flat shoes he can see from under the table cloth and immediately he realises how foolish he had been to think this was an adequate hiding place when you were so good at the seeking part of the game. Hiding too, but you’re driven like no one else and will absolutely not rest until you’ve found him. You never give in, never play any kind of trick to get him to come out; you’re stubborn like that, need to know you’ve found him yourself.

Polly, Tommy’s mother and your mother are seated around the table he hides under, tangled in a way to make sure he didn’t sit on any of the women’s legs or feet. They’re drinking tea and gossiping about whatever scandals had occurred in Small Heath this week, the talk from the Garrison that Arthur Shelby Senior had brought back.

“(y/n) sweetheart your shoe strap is undone.” It’s a sweeping statement from the Shelby matriarch, barley even looking up from her tea. She had a second nature, a sixth sense even when it came to parenting and with you being around her - through Tommy- so often she had picked it up with you too. “Thank you, Mrs Shelby!” you chirped, a grateful and toothless grin offered to her. You crouched down to fix the thin velcro strap of the black shoe covering the white of your frilly ankle sock.

“Tommy!”

He finally lets out the breath he felt like he’d been holding for hours. Though he was caught it never seemed as though he was disappointed. When playing with John he always felt a tug in his stomach of flickering annoyance and disappointment directed both to himself and to his little brother for finding him, but with you, he was only ever happy to see you, even if you won that round yet again. “Found you!” You pause for only a minute. “Wanna play something else?”

Tommy, still seated under the table, nodded his head and took the hand you offered him to tug him out from the mess of ladies feet and table legs. “What like?” He asks. You tilt your head and hum in thought.

“I don’t know. Tag?”

“Nah.”

“Uhhh…hopscotch?” You suggest, tapping your chin.

“No,” Tommy replies. “Arthur and Jamie were playing a new one we could try?” This suggestion catches the attention of the woman at the table immediately, eyes all wide in anticipation of what the second Shelby son would say next. They knew what Arthur was like, any chance to publicly humiliate or embarrass his little brother went down a treat for him just as it did every older brother in the entirety of England. They also knew he was much rougher than Tommy and it’s very possible that it’s not a game suited for younger children. “Tommy, love, what’ve I told you about listening to Arthur and Jamie?” Tommy turns to meet his mother’s expectant eyes, lips pulled into a fine line.

“Not to?” He shrugs, grimacing slightly. “Exactly.” Your mother hides her snigger just like Tommy’s aunt and mother do. She knew the trouble her eldest got into with Arthur, the two of them a package deal just like yourself and Tommy. “But it’s only truth or dare, mum!”

A heavy breath of relief echoes through the home, “Alright. Only in the garden though, we’ll be outside soon.” It was a scorcher of a summers day, the only reason for being inside right now was because it was actually so hot that the prior days paper had suggested that being inside- especially for the younger ones who’d be overexerting themselves running around, but for everyone really- would be beneficial in preventing dehydration and sunstroke. Outside sat both your father and Tommy’s at a metal table under some kind of sun shelter they had managed to construct. Arthur Shelby Senior didn’t work, he got his money from the races and the only slightly illegal importations and he was doing well for his family. He’d been insistent that “he needed work done” today by your father and offered even to pay him so he wouldn’t go to work in order to spend the day with his friend in the garden basking in the rare for Birmingham sun rays. After not so much persuading (because really, who needed to be convinced to not go and work down an entirely unsafe coal mine in such a heatwave) he took the day and the wages from Mr Shelby. The two were sat drinking from large cups, watching briefly over four-year-old John who was content in playing with a bucket full of water and a two rubber toys in front of him.

“Hey there, little lady,” your father cooed when you came crashing into his legs. The strength in his arms from mining coal all day every day allowed him to pick up his light seven year old with great ease. “What’re you up to?” He asks, setting you happily on his knee with a wide grin. You returned it, a smile exactly the same as his with dimples popped perfectly into your cute little cheeks. “Playing.” You responded, pulling at the cap on his head to drop it onto your own. Arthur wouldn’t be doing the same for his son based solely on the fact his cap had very sharp and dangerous razor blades sewn into its front seems. Tommy waits patiently for you a few feet away, just next to his own father who leans over to ruffle his hair fondly. “Playing at what, eh Tommy boy?” He asks the boy, who grins back sheepishly in response. “Truth or dare.”

“Well then,” Arthur chuckles, “We wouldn’t want to interrupt that, now would we?” Your father laughs with him as he helps you down off his lap and watches you run off with his cap still on top of your messy locks of pleated hair. Their wives are out about two minutes later, seated on the grass in front of them. Everyone seems to be watching the two children at the bottom of the garden play innocently as if nothing else in the world mattered to the pair, and truthfully, nothing did. You dared Tommy to touch his toes without bending his knees, he dared you to do a forwards roll, you placed your father’s cap on your best friends head, told him it suited him and watched innocent as ever when he turned pink from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Look at those two.” A belly laugh broke from the drunken head of the Shelby family. “Them growing up and falling in love would be a sight, wouldn’t it?” It’s met by the shakes of the heads of both your mother and Tommy’s.

“Oh do shut up, Arthur,” his wife fired playfully, hearing her friend laugh with her in this rare moment of pure joy without the pressure of money and disease and fear running through their veins. “Their just children playing.”

The women were about to turn back to talking when they heard a deep and low “Wouldn’t be too sure about that, eh?” Both fathers leaning down to your mothers almost as if to make themselves smaller and less noticeably staring.

“I dare you to uhhh…” you trailed with a purse of your lips as you scanned the garden with eyes that shined in the sun akin to a beautiful diamond in search for something laying around the garden that would spark a new dare when you seemed to have run out of fresh and exciting ideas. Suddenly, your face lit up with a small gasp escaping your lips as you thought of something you’d seen a lot of older people doing came flying into your mind. You’d seen your mother and father, Tommy’s too, pressing their lips together a large amount of time. And you’re getting older now, new emotions blossoming with new curiosity budding in your innocent and youthful mind. Tommy pulled an immediate face akin to something between confusion and anticipation “What?” You offer him your sweetest smile. “People who love each other kiss all the time. We love each other, right?” You explain. “Yeah,” Tommy said, the thought making sense in his young mind. “Yeah. I love you. You’re my best friend.” You agree with him and he blushes yet again.

“So I dare you to kiss me!” You seem triumphant by the discovery of the reasons why people kiss, so blinded by the innocence of your youth that you don’t think anything of such a seemingly normal and common action. That’s what garners the attention of the adults up the top of the garden, the higher pitch you use when you jest out your discovery catches their ears and pulls them into the little bubble world you share with Thomas Shelby and him only.

And so, the second Shelby son takes off your father’s cap and fiddles with it tightly in his hands as he begins to lean closer to you. That’s what had Arthur Shelby saying “ Wouldn’t be too sure about that, eh?” Your little hands and clasped behind your back, both eyes firmly closed with your lips leaning forward. “That’s it, Tommy boy,” His father coaches in a whisper his son most definitely doesn’t hear and honestly wasn’t meant to, it was more for the father’s own peace of mind and racing heart. “Atta boy, son. Slowly does it.”

His lips are inches from yours when you pop open one eye and startle like a deer in headlights, ultimately deciding against your own dare and darting off away from him to run up to the top of the garden. Just like that, the moments broken. Your nervous giggles fly up the garden with you and Tommy looks unbothered mostly. Neither of you understand love or intimacy yet and probably wouldn’t fully for another long while. Within minutes, you and your best friend in the entire world were back to playing as nothing had ever happened. It was utterly refreshing to see two soft souls so beautifully entwined with such a powerful friendship. Honestly, whether it turned to love or not hardly mattered in the hearts of the parents watching their children. They just wanted the pair to stay this little, stay this innocent and stay this damn close forever.

Whistling slightly to yourself as you swung the basket on your arm, you look along the row of apples with a sudden desire to try out your mother’s old apple pie recipe. You’d managed to snag some good dough a little over five minutes ago when you’d entered the market. John was waiting back at the family car parked just outside the stalls having finally agreed to drive you there after persistent begging and nagging that you’d even got Finn onto just to pressure him a little more. Speaking of, the youngest was currently weaving in and out of the adults to find you some sugar and butter.

“How nice to see you here, Miss (y/l/n).” You didn’t recognise the voice, but immediately feel a chill down your spine at the tone. You whip around, an apple clutched tightly in your hand. The voice is Irish and belongs to an older man with a grey moustache wearing a black hat that covers what you assume is a predominantly bald head attached to a suit-clad body with a long coat. “Do I know you?” He shakes his head, a sly and discomforting smirk plays on the lips beneath the moustache. “No, I don’t believe you do. But I’m a friend of your friends.” You furrow your brows. “I have lots of friends, Mister…” you trail off, feeling inherently uncomfortable and creeped out by this older man. You want to call out for John and hope he’ll hear you, but in the bustling market it’s near impossible that he would, so you just stand your ground. “Campbell.” He finishes for you. “Your friend going by the name of Tommy Shelby?” The spit of venom in his mouth that left with Tommy’s name told you a lot.

“Tommy only has one friend, Mister Campbell. And I believe I know her pretty well.” Your eyes are narrowed at him, fury in your eyes too. “I’d like to know about him.” He almost growls. Your grip on the handle of the basket tightens, a worry burying itself deep in your chest. Ironically, the only person you want right now is Tommy to scare this creepy son of a bitch off with a chin tilted high and a few simple warning words. “I’d like you to leave me alone.” You turn your back, making towards where you’d seen Finn run for the butter and picked up some fresh apples in your path, handing a few shillings to the man behind the stall. You’re making a fairly evident break for the car that’s almost in your sight when you feel two hands grab you into an alley just as you left the market.

“Tell me about Thomas Shelby!” Campbell demanded, your chest jumping in fear and surprise. Heart thudding against your chest, you gulp heavily.

“You’re the new copper, huh?” You try to sound as confident as you can, but the fright had made you breathless and the way your back was pressed against the wall was scaring you. “You think I’d talk to a dirty fucking copper about Thomas?” You snorted a laugh in his face, “You’re in for some big surprises, buddy boy.” He grabs your upper arms, slamming your back against the brick wall behind you. You’re very sure the eggs in the basket you carry are broken now after you’ve dropped it to the ground in shock. “You don’t speak to me like that!”

You squeaked in pain when his fist came into contact with your cheek, not once but twice. You can already feel it swelling pain, a tiny bit of hot metallic blood oozing from the slight gash his ring created. You raise your knee quickly into his groin to double him over and drop the point of your elbow onto his back with force to try and move quickly by him. He grabs the back of your hair, tugging you back and pushing you against the wall again. “Your life is in my hands,” he sneers, calloused and rough fingers gripping tightly to your jaw so hard your mouth was parted. “Step out of line again and Thomas Shelby won’t have time to consider saving you.”

He lets go of your jaw roughly, throwing it out of his hand so your head bumps back against the wall. You take a moment to collect yourself before picking up your basket, smoothing out your dress and all but scampered back to the car where John waited next to Finn, both leaning against the sleek black vehicle.

“What the fuck happened to you?” His mouth drops, raising his hand slowly to turn your cheek. When you flinch, he squints his eyes and furrows his brows, but doesn’t cease his movements. His cold fingers are gentle along your jaw as they scan over the beginnings of a bruise and a small cut on your cheekbone. “Just a small altercation with the new policeman.” You say on an in-breath, trying to sound as casual as possible to the younger Shelby brothers. “Don’t tell Tommy.” You manage to squeak it out just as he opens his mouth to say Tommy would fucking kill the man who laid his hands on you. 

Tommy is fiercely protective and he will not deny cutting off the tip of a man’s finger so running it over your ass one night despite your insistence that he leave you be. “Good one (y/n),” John sniggers, “You think you’ll just waltz in the door with a shiner and Tommy’ll let it fly? I always knew you were crazy.” As you climb into the car via the door on the opposite from him, you roll your eyes at his scoff of laughter. “Oh, hey (y/n), nice bruise.” John attempts to mock the voice of his older brother and head of the family.

“Shut up, John.” You sneer, “Let me tell him or he’ll overreact. You know what he’s like.” John scoffs again. “When it comes to you.” He mutters, making you furrow your brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You cross your arms over your chest. Finn sits quietly in the back of the car, observing the conversation between the two adults. “I know when he’s like when it comes to you.” He repeats, pausing for a moment, “He’s protective of you is all I’m saying (y/n).” He defends. He can’t exactly say; ‘The things Thomas Shelby would resort to in order to protect you would shame the fucking devil, love.’

The bubble of nerves that have taken up home in your stomach only seems to have grown with each minute that took you closer and closer to Watery Lane where you knew Tommy would be and where he would incidentally see the black eye that had now flourished. Deep purple bruising on your eyelid extending up into your eyebrow and underneath your eye in a painful medley. Also on the same cheek is a graze of a bruise and a cut from the ring that will not be ignored by Tommy, he will never ever let you walk around looking like that and not allow the person who did it to walk around his City.

“Who the fuck did that to you!” Arthur barks the second you walk through the door to the Shelby family home with a grimace. “It’s not important, Arthur, honestly.” You insist. You grab the small mirror of the table in order to actually have a look at the markings that the policeman left on you. “Jesus Christ,” Polly hisses, marching across the floor quickly when she walks in and sees your face. “Tommy is going to kill-”

“Tommy isn’t going to kill anyone, thank you very much.” Everyone’s head snaps to the door at the sound of the deep, Birmingham accented voice that rumbled from the door, except for you. You keep your eyes glued to the floor to avoid letting him see the black eye and split cheek. He sounds so sure of that statement for this moment in time that you actually feel a swell of the heart in your chest at the thought of Tommy finally bringing his dream of a legitimate business a little closer to reality.

He shoots a smile your way but is ultimately very confused as to why you won’t look up at him. You know you’ll need to eventually, you just know he won’t take it well. Last time someone laid their hands on you, Tommy and Arthur broke every one of their fingers, crushed the bones in their hands with hammers and John broke both his knees with an iron poker. “Alright (y/n)?” His heart aches for a moment when the memory of watching you kiss Henry on your doorstep two nights ago flashes through his mind.

The man’s face beaten to a pulp is the first thing he see’s after you raise your head to him. He is filled with blind rage. He tries not to jump to immediate conclusions, but he blames Henry right away, even if he doesn’t vocalise this. His face flushes red with anger, eyebrows pulled inwards, jaw clenched and yet there’s a hint of a gentle care for your well-being deep within his eyes.

“Scratch that,” he fumes, raising a finger to point it at your face in time with his next statement, “I’m going to fucking kill whoever did that."  

@jezsiema read this series so far. So good.

Second Love: Chapter 6 - Klaus Mikaelson

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Things were always hectic in the Mikaelson home. You were starting to think twice about your decision to come to New Orleans in the first place. The phrase “If it’s not one thing, it’s another,” was made for the Mikaelsons.

Currently, you were sitting on the edge of Hayley’s bed while she talked about this Jackson guy she just met at her party. Apparently, Hayley wasn’t just a normal werewolf. She was basically royalty and already betrothed to Jackson.

“The whole arranged marriage thing is so primeval. I can make my own decisions,” Haylay said.

“I don’t think it’s really about you not being able to make your own decisions, but what’s best for the pack,” you said trying to make sense of the situation. “It’s the strongest survive mentality. If you and Jackson were married and had children, then the next alpha generation would be twice is strong to run the pack, right?”

“Yeah, but it still should be my decision.”

“Maybe you’re so indifferent about the idea because of Elijah,” you questioned smiling.

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