the one of arthur's a bit off

Honestly one of my favorite things about the new King Arthur movie is that it seems like one of the easiest ways to piss off Arthur is to hurt or threaten a woman. Also the fact that it looked to me like one of the reasons he learned fighting was to protect the women at the brothel who took him in. I’ve seen the movie twice now and I’m just like. I’m about this though. As I say quite a bit, real men don’t make women fear for their safety they step up and protect them.

Originally posted by sikanapanele

face family boyfriend headcanons

❀ i’ll probably do abt three bullet points per character, but if i ever get a request for one character’s boyfriend/girlfriend headcanons, i’d do abt five ❀

♡ allies ♡

America / Alfred F. Jones

‣ He loves to surprise his significant other with date nights every once in a while, but they may only consist of staying in and binge watching old 90′s movies.

‣ He loves to sing in the car and will expect his significant other to join him in a duet every once in a while. He also enjoys holding hands with his s/o while driving, which could be a bit dangerous because he’ll only have one hand on the wheel.

‣ He likes to show off his relationship on social media every once in a while, so his s/o should expect many selfies of the two of them being posted to Instagram and Twitter. If his s/o is uncomfortable, however, he’ll keep the selfies to a minimum.

England / Arthur Kirkland

‣ A romantic date to him would be going to a quaint coffee shop and reading a book with his significant other or just going on a quiet stroll throughout the park.

‣ He loves to give his s/o kisses on their hands and arms. If they’re just sitting down on the couch, relaxing, he may grab their hand out of the blue and leave kisses on their wrist and knuckles.

‣ He may leave notes for his s/o, reminding them how much he adores them and how he treasures them.

France / Francis Bonnefoy

‣ Francis, being the romantic type that he is, would take his significant other out on dates at least once a week. These dates would consist of moonlit picnics, balcony dinners, or going dancing.

‣ He would love to cook for his s/o, especially if they let him cook let breakfast in the morning.

‣ He’d bring up thoughts about the future frequently with them. He would inquire about whether or not they would want to be married or have children or move in with him. He wouldn’t be asking because planned on asking them to marry him anytime soon (unless he thought they were both ready to take that next step) but because he is genuinely curious.

Canada / Matthew Williams

‣ Matthew would take his significant other ice skating or to a hockey game if they liked the sport. Those are the kinds of dates he thinks are best for him to connect with his s/o and get to have fun with them. However, he will probably let them decide the dates most of the time since he wants them to have a good time with him.

‣ He’s the type to send his s/o sweet good morning messages and the type to constantly ask them how they’re doing. He’d send them lovely messages, telling them that he was wishing them well throughout the day and that he hoped the stayed safe.

‣ He loves being affectionate with his s/o, though he is very shy about it. Even if they’re just chilling on the couch, he’ll cautiously place his arm around their shoulders and softly play with their hair.

My Lover Smells Like Fish (omake)

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Married life isn’t what Alfred expected it to be.

‘Take out the trash.’

Okay, yeah, maybe he expected that part.

Arthur’s holding up the sign, looking annoyed, and pointing very forcefully at the overflowing waste bin attached to the wall. When the trash isn’t taken out, sometimes it gets into the water, which upsets Arthur, which is kinda, sorta fair.

Alfred extracts the bag from the bin, some force needed as it’s keen on sticking, and wades out of the kitchen, exiting through the back and walking up the steps to solid ground. Throwing the bag in the dumpster a dozen yards out, he returns, walks down the steps, and wades back into his home.

When Alfred had agreed to a cohabitation experiment, he had had in mind Arthur in some sort of tank in a home, maybe something that could span several rooms, or possibly, an arrangement at the aquarium.

Instead, he was driven out to a house they had hastily constructed out of non-water-soluble materials and half flooded. Alfred had been assured it was safe, had been given some boots, gloves, and rubber fishing pants, and had been told he could move in immediately.

Did his family and friends judge him for moving into this questionable water home with the merman he’d unofficially eloped with?

Yes. Yes, they did.

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My Son - John Shelby

Request: Can I request a imagine where the reader and John are having their first child and hes so happy/proud that hes bringing another Shelby to the family.. Martha and Esme dont exist super fluffy and just plan adorable lol thank you.. I love your writing.. @happys-crazy-queen22

My Son - John Shelby

At this point, despite only being some five months along according to the doctor, John had told nearly everyone in Small Heath that you were pregnant. You and John had only been married some three months and you knew, with how much you were showing, that people would realize you were pregnant before the wedding. It wasn’t why you and he had gotten married but you knew that gossips in Small Heath would say it was why. A Shelby boy trying to fix a mistake by marrying the girl.  

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Teasing and Surprises

Summary: Teasing your fiancé, Mick, has always been fun. Only this time it was even better considering you had some great news to tell him. Who knew someone ‘tough’ as him could get so soft. 
Requested by two Anons

Words: 731

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy Reveal, nothing else I believe.

A/N: I admit, this is kinda out of character. But it’s been one of the requests so I don’t care.

You and Mick were both watching Ketch fighting some Rugarus in the training area. He was using some new weapons as well as some new combat techniques he had learned from some of the American hunters.

The progress you had made in America was astonishing and even though you knew neither Mick nor Arthur would admit it, they thought so too.

The past month you had been feeling… a little bit off. But when you found out what the reason to it was, you were more than happy. Well, shocked at first since you never expected it to happen but you knew when Mick found out, he would feel just as happy.

But before you told him… you decided to tease him a little.

“I really admire Ketch, he’s so strong… and nice… and he can take on everyone. I’m sure if he was taken he would do everything to protect his girl. A true hero,” you smiled, trying your best not to laugh when you noticed the sad glance Mick gave you.

“I see…” he said before leaving without saying anything else.

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Honey, I Love You

For @quietgalwrites who requested Omegaverse. 

Arthur is a single parent with an energetic son to raise. Valentine’s day is his least favorite day of the year, but the anonymous gifts on his doorstep may change his mind. Especially if they’re from his downstairs neighbor. Usuk. //

Arthur turned off his tv as yet another ad for Valentine’s day flowers played, the omega’s scent souring. He furrowing his brow with an annoyed huff, crossing his arms. His show had just ended, and of course that cursed holiday had to make itself known. It was only a week away, and Arthur had enough of flowers and candies, not like he had anyone to get them from anymore.

He walked out of his apartment to pick up his son from school, and almost stepped on a heart-shaped box. The omega picked it up, and looked it over, sighing as he looked at the tag.

Surely, he thought, some poor soul had the wrong address.  But when he looked at the tag, it had his full name, so it must have been meant for him. Arthur peered down the hall, looking both ways and finding there was no one there. He bit his lip, and turned back to his apartment, unlocking his door and placing the candy on the counter. He had no time for this, he was going to be late.

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Every step of the way

Michael Gray x reader

Prompts: 35: “ About the baby… It’s yours. ”

“Morning,” you yawn, making your way into the Kitchen where your mother and Polly were sitting having a cup of tea. Polly was your mother’s best friend since they were children. Every second morning she was round here and every other night too.

“Morning? It’s twelve in the afternoon (Y/N) bloody hell,” Polly scoffs looking at you as you drop into a chair beside her.

“Were you sick again this morning?” Your mother asks concerned spinning her spoon around in her tea.

“Yeah, i was. Need to get to the doctors about that, it’s strange though I’m fine the rest of the day.” Polly’s head shot up and stared at you before catching your mother’s eye. They nodded at each other slowly over the table whilst you were obliviously rubbing your back.

“Your back bad?” Pol asks intrigued studying you carefully.

“Just started a couple weeks back think it’s time to invest in a new bed that one is getting old now. Mum could I get some tea please.” They both stayed quiet just staring at you before your mum finally got up to make tea.

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Still need a way out?

Originally posted by pixie-morgan

Summary/Original Request:
 Arthur finds out he is betrothed to Y/N and at first he loathes the idea, but when he finally meets her he falls in love with her. 

Warnings: None
Word Count: 1910
A/N: I hope you like it, love!

Arthur walked restlessly up and down his room. A behaviour, that his servant, Merlin, could no longer bear to look at.
„Looks like someone is in a specially good mood today.“
„Shut up, Merlin.“ Arthur stopped pacing around the room, and instead looked directly at Merlin.
He just didn’t know what to do.
A week ago, his father had disclosed to him, that he would be marrying (y/n). The Princess of the Kingdom of Reynes. And even though according to his father it would improve the relationship between their two realms, Arthur had not planned on getting married any time soon. Especially not when he didn’t even know his bride.

„Looks to me, as if you were quite nervous“, Merlin said, while folding one of the Prince’s shirts. Immediately Arthur went into a rage. He didn’t have time for his servant’s childish teasing in that moment. „Merlin, I’m going to meet the woman my father chose for me as a bride in a few hours time. Do you really think, your commentary is necessary right now?“ Merlin didn’t answer, and instead pressed his lips together tauntingly. Arthur tried his best to remain calm.
„So unless you know any way out of this, be a good servant for once, and shut up.“
Merlin shrugged. „Just saying. Have you tried to say no?“
Arthur looked as if he was most likely to strangle Merlin. „Oh, thank you Merlin. Just say no to father, I hadn’t even thought of that first.“
Defensive Merlin lifted his hands. „All right, all right, I got it.“

Arthur looked at him one last time warningly, before he sighed, starting to pace around the room again.

Arthur stood outside of the castle. He wore his cloak, the crest of Camelot embroidered on it, while the crown sat heavily on his head.
To his left stood his father, eyes fixed on the carriages that could be seen in the horizon. Slowly Arthur turned his gaze to look the same way, even though he could hardly hide the gloom that reflected from his face.
Right behind him was Merlin, what exactly he was doing Arthur didn’t know, and he actually didn’t care. He had bigger problems than to worry about his servant. Over and over he tried to remind himself to stay calm and friendly, repeating the words he had lain out to greet the King, the Queen and the Princess with, once they climbed out of their carriages. But in the back of his mind, he still searched for some kind of excuse, to blow this engagement off.

After some time the carriages finally arrived. Out stepped a woman, dressed in a long astonishing red gown, a small crown on her head. Right next to her stood the man who Arthur recognised as King Renard. Her husband.
And at last out of the carriage stepped a young woman. The Princess.
Only due to a soft nudge from Merlin, Arthur caught himself in time to close his mouth shut again. She wore a long (f/c) gown, and her (h/l) (h/c) was braided out of her face.
Gracefully she followed her parents, and after she had stepped closer Arthur realised, that she had the most beautiful (e/c) eyes, he had ever seen.

„It is an honour to meet you“, she said, dropping a courtesy, looking rather serious. Though, a soon as her gaze reached Arthur, a tiny smile started to form on her face, that she tried to hide, by quickly looking down at the ground. Arthur regained his posture, for she had most likely been laughing at the dumbstruck expression on his own face, that he now quickly tried to make up for.
„Indeed“, he managed to bring out with a quick bow, squinting his eyes shut, as he silently cursed himself for his own embarassment. He felt Merlin leaning down to him, as he also bowed, whispering something into his ear so that only Arthur could hear it.
„Still need a way out?“

„Rise and shine!“, Merlin exclaimed, as he parted the curtains in Arthur’s room. „Good morning, Arthur. It’s high time to get up.“
Sleepily, and not exactly in a good mood, Arthur rolled over, searching with closed eyes for anything he could throw at his servant.
„And why would that be?“, he growled, his hand closing around a carafe on his nightstand.
„Because Lady (y/n) has been up for a few hours now, and she seems to be having fun with your knights.“
Immediately Arthur sat up, dropping the carafe with a loud bang. „What?“
Merlin grinned at him. „She wanted to practice her sword fighting, and since you weren’t available, I set her up with Gwaine.“ Arthur looked furious.

„You did what?“
Instantly he stood up, trying to straighten his hair. „Merlin, help me get dressed. Quick.“

As fast as he could, without falling down, Arthur jumped into his pants, cursing as he failed to close them properly in his hurry.

Because even though he didn’t want to admit it, in the last week since she had arrived in Camelot, he couldn’t deny, that he had developed rather strong feelings for (y/n). And knowing Gwaine…
Cursing he gestured Merlin over to finally help him into his shirt.

Arthur arrived at the training ground just in time, to see Gwaine standing too close to (y/n) for his taste, giving her tips about how to improve her grip on the sword.
Arthur pressed his lips together, looking out at the pair he was walking towards to with jealousy. (Y/n) wore wide, light brown pants, and a white shirt, that hang loosely around her body.
Finally (y/n) realised his presence and lifted her head. „Oh, good morning, Arthur! Merlin.“
Merlin smiled, but Arthur didn’t exactly feel like laughing. Instead he grabbed Gwaine’s sword, and looked expectantly at (y/n). „I hear you’ve been training.“ She nodded. „I have, yes. Sir Gwaine was so nice as to provide me with a few tips.“
Arthur swung around the sword playfully, not without the intention of showing his skill off a little bit. If there was one thing he was good at, then it was fighting. „Is sword fighting really a sport for a beautiful young lady such as you?“
Almost amused she raised an eyebrow, stepping away from Gwaine and closer towards Arthur, who had to fight the urge to back up as he saw the challenging look on her face. „I heard Lady Morgana is a brilliant fighter with the sword. Furthermore even beautiful ladies have to defend themselves, don’t you think, Arthur?“

With these words she lifted her sword, and started to circle him. And before Arthur knew what was happening, she had attacked him. Quickly Arthur dodged it, but she was faster than he had initially presumed. For a short time he could do nothing other than dodge her attacks, and from get in a few lousy assaults, that she dodged. Until he finally found a gap in her tactic. Quickly he ducked, jumping to the side, holding the knife right to her neck.
She panted heavily, but to his surprise grinned at him, wider than she had never smiled at him before. „Impressive“, she said, and Arthur lowered his sword, slightly proud of himself that after all that failure he had finally managed to impress her.
„It would be an honour if you would teach me a bit more about sword fighting“, she said, before handing her sword back to a servant.
„It would be an honour“, Arthur answered with a bow, before looking back at her, seeing her straightening her shirt. „Tired already?“, he asked her, forgetting for a moment who he was talking to. „Uh. I meant-“ But (y/n) just laughed.
„I have been doing this for the past two hours, Arthur. Yes, I am a bit tired. But you could join me tomorrow at the same time.“
And with these words she turned around and headed back to the castle.
Next to him he heard Gwaine whistle. „And you really searched for an excuse to not marry her? Well, if you don’t want to, I would not be far from me to do so instead.”
Arthur furled his brows. „Who told you-“ But then it hit him. „Merlin!“
„Oops, was that a secret?“, Merlin grinned, and ducked, for Arthur had thrown his sword at him.

„You like her“, Merlin grinned, as he hung Arthur’s shirts in his wardrobe.
„Who?“ He tried to play stupid. Maybe then he would finally let him go.
„Lady (y/n), of course. You like her.“
Arthur ran a hand over his face, deeply annoyed. „Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?“
But Merlin simply shrugged. „You haven’t objected. So you do like her.“
„Merlin, I-“
„Admit it, Sire. You’ll be much happier afterwards.“
„Just stop lying to yourself, Arthur.“
„Merlin!“, Arthur shouted finally. „I do like her, okay? Can you please shut up now?“
But Merlin simply grinned, carrying on putting Arthur’s clothes back in his wardrobe. „I knew it.“

It was after dinner, and Arthur had bid her outside, now struggling for the right words to say. Being with her was like a blessing for him, yet, most of the time he was tensed, carefully thinking about everything he said. He had really come to like her, and he would never forgive himself if he were to make a fool out of himself in front of her. If he hadn’t done this already.
„I am really glad you decided to visit“, Arthur started, not really sure on how he would go on from there. He was making this up as he went. „Our marriage-“. He stopped and cleared his throat. 

To his relief, (y/n) opened her mouth, to help. „I know. It was our parent’s plans. But, well, the marriage isn’t even scheduled. So if you still need a way out-“

Arthur stopped. „What? Who told you – Merlin.“ He made a mental note to kill him later. Painfully.
To his big surprise (y/n) just laughed. „He did. And I have to admit, at first I wasn’t too fond of this wedding either.“ Arthur nodded slowly, turning his gaze away from her, and sweeping over his kingdom.

„So was I“, he hesitated. „But now“, he started, turning around to face her, his expression serious, „I don’t think that anymore.“ He was determined to at least tell her how he felt, even though – he just realised – the chances of being rejected were rising higher and higher. A sick feeling began to grow in his stomach, and even though he reminded himself, that he was the Prince of Camelot, and she would have to marry him anyways, the feeling wouldn’t vanish. He loved her. But he didn’t want her if she didn’t feel the same for him. He would never dare to force her into an undesired marriage.
But to his surprise, a smile started to form on her face. „Arthur, are you honest?“
He nodded. „Yes. I was persuaded to attend the wedding due to my father’s orders and my duty as the Prince of Camelot.“ He took a deep breath, knowing that now, it would be all or nothing. „But now, I am persuaded to keep that engagement open, not to my duty, nor my orders, but to my heart.“

„Are you sure?“, she asked and Arthur nodded, carefully taking her hands in his. „I have never been more certain of anything else in my entire life.“

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Affectionate - John Shelby

Request: You and John are together and John gets drunk and you bring him home to try and sober him up but he just keeps saying lovey dovey stuff to you and acts like a fool idk something fluffy 

Affectionate - John Shelby

“He’s drunk,” Arthur instructed as he led John further into your house. He had knocked on the door at two in the morning with John slumped against him.  

“He’s always drunk Arthur, but I appreciate your attempt at making it sound unusual.” You replied, shutting the door and following Arthur down the hall. “Will you walk him up the stairs?”  

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usuk writing 6/25

6/23 fic now on ao3 show it some luv

Alfred furrowed his eyebrows and groaned as the alarm blared beside him. He tilted his head away from the bothersome noise and ran his hand through his hair.

“Al,” a sleepy voice mumbled next to him.

“Wha’…?” Alfred mumbled back, not wanting to open his eyes.

“Turn that off…”

Alfred grumbled a bit before raising his arm lazily and practically slamming it down on the alarm. The noise stopped, but the alarm fell off of the table, too.

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Broken Trust - Part Three

Summary: From what you’ve been told the British Men of Letters weren’t people you would really like. Though you didn’t expect to get that caught up with one of them, breaking the Winchester’s trust with your actions.

Words: 1608

Pairing: Eventual Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader

Originally posted by marilynmay

Warnings: None really. Maybe a bit angsty at the end.

A/N: Feedback Is Appreciated! You can write yourself down for upcoming Ketch fics on my taglist. 


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"Well that's tragic."

“Oh come on.” Vivi rolled her eyes and moved her flashlight to face Arthur. “You can’t tell me you aren’t just the tiniest bit curious as to how this thing works.”

“…” Arthur crossed his arms. “I admit nothing.”

“And that just proves to me that you wanna turn this thing on as much as I do~”

“I don’t want to turn it on, Vivi.” Arthur groaned and walked around to the giant device. It looked incredibly old fashioned, even cartoonish in a way, especially the giant tank labeled “INK” on the side of it. “Okay yeah, maybe I wanna know how it works, but you know the second I get this thing up and running, all hell’s gonna break loose, right?”

“He has a point.” Lewis chuckled as Vivi pouted at him. “That’s how things usually go, anyway.”

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Winning Hearts

After ‘volunteering’ to take his little sister to the Carnival, Alfred discovers it’s actually quite difficult to win at a game of Ring Toss. Especially when the man who runs the game is way too attractive for his own good. Usuk  Based on a prompt by @dailyau //

Alfred tightened his grip on his younger sister’s hand as the crowd jostled them around. It was the late summer, and the carnival had come to town, which prompted his mother to have him take his kid sister Madeline out for the day. One of the benefits of having a much older child was that that child could help care for the younger one, after all. Navigating through the group of strangers, Alfred wiped the sweat from his brow. Today was a bad day to wear his Marvel hoodie, but if he took it off he’d have to carry it, and he didn’t want to do that.

“You want some ice cream or somethin’, Maddie?” He asked once the crowd thinned, turning his head to look down at her. Madeline, who’d turned eight a month ago, shook her head as she looked up at her brother through big, round glasses.

“Not really…” She spoke in her always mellow voice. “You don’t have to hold my hand, Alfred,”  She added, giving her hand a slight tug to try and get it back.

“You bet I do, Maddie, Mom’ll kill me if I lose you.” Alfred chuckled, continuing to walk as they past a few stands. Some stand sold food, while others advertised games. “Well,” Alfred spoke again, checking out the stands. “If you’re not gonna get ice cream, we can spend the money on games instead. See anything you wanna win?”

Madeline bit her lip, taking her time in looking over the prizes in the booths. She then pointed, and Alfred followed her gaze to a large stuffed polar bear in a Ring Toss booth.

“Alrighty, Madds, let’s get over there and win ourselves a bear.” Alfred nodded, grinning as he approached the red and white striped booth. The man running the game had his back turned when the others approached, polishing a bottle in his hands. He looked up when Alfred gave a hearty ‘Hello!’ and set the bottle down before turning to them.

He was in a white shirt with a red vest, and black slacks. He had a black bow-tie around his neck, and a straw boater on the top of his head.  Alfred’s cheeks flushed pink as he realized this man was also very, very cute.

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Barmaid - Arthur Shelby

Request: I saw you needed more Arthur requests. Maybe one where the reader is the new barmaid at the Garrison and she’s usually quiet and shy but if her buttons are pushed she explodes so Arthur sees her when it happens and he teases her about it constantly. @weirdnewbie

Request: A quick arthur fic where he falls in love with you when you work with the shelby’s and he sees you punch a drunk guy at the garrison out cold? Just cute arthur being a sweety

Barmaid - Arthur Shelby

Harry hired you at the Garrison right before the pub was bought out by Thomas Shelby for his brother. Arthur seemed more interested in getting drunk than up keep of the pub, so you kept your job without incident. You had lived in Small Heath your whole life and Harry had given you the job at the Garrison as a favour to your father. You were not the outgoing type that was required of a barmaid in a place like Birmingham. Sometimes Harry joked that he went whole shifts not realising you were even there because you said nothing, just smiled and handed out drinks. You had a memory good enough to know who drank what and because of that you always kept a bottle of Arthur’s favourite whiskey in the cabinet beneath his desk in the back office. Harry thought it was funny that you did because, he told you often, Arthur probably didn’t even realise you existed.  

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“God I hate this place,” Tommy muttered barely audible amongst the boisterous noise the band called ‘music’ and the gaudy display privy to The Eden. His peaky cap hung low over his eyes, which were glued to the end of the cigarette that dangled from his lips as he lit it. He pulled out a chair from the table with a grunt.

“You can’t possibly mean that.” John beamed as his eyes roamed from one girl to the next with admiration and desire. He winked at one that walked by, reaching forward to grab her butt, to which she just turned and smirked at him. “Oh yeah, you can’t possibly hate this place.” John said, looking back at his brothers.

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No Second Chances - Part One

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1117

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex

A/N: Thanks to my boo @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki as well as @bestieswithmydarkthoughts for helping me develop my ideas for this series!


Life as an upcoming hunter wasn’t easy as it is. What was worse, though, was falling in love with one of your colleagues and not knowing how they felt for you.

You met Arthur Ketch when two vampires were sucking dry your former roomie and he came in just in time to save you. Though, at first, he wanted to kill you as well. But with enough of begging and a deal to let him train you to become a hunter, he luckily let you live.

He trained you, showed you the basics and while you had learned a lot already, you were still nowhere near a good hunter. And Arthur didn’t trust your skills enough to send you on hunts or alone or even let you give him company at his hunts.

But it wasn’t only training between the two of you. Every now and then you found yourself in his bedroom, screwing your brains out. If it would’ve stayed at the first time you had slept with each other, you most likely wouldn’t find yourself in the situation you were in at this moment.

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tommy shelby drabble 001

in which tommy shelby punishes you after a long night out at the garrison. 

a/n: i hope this isn’t too bad for a first drabble! requests are open so feel free to submit some stuff. 

The lights were gleaming and intense as you sat in a soft, deep red chair at the bar. You had a cup of whiskey with ice in one hand, swirling it around as you talked to Isaiah and Michael. Michael had only just come back and discovered that Aunt Polly is his real mother, but he settled into Peaky Blinders business surprisingly quickly, becoming acquainted quickly with the lifestyle in Small Heath of Birmingham. 

“So, how do you like being the accountant of the Peaky Blinders, Michael?” You cleared your throat and asked distinctly. Michael changed his stance shifted to lean against the bar, quickly eyeing you up and down, before his eyes swiftly returned to yours. “Erm, it’s good. Bit hard, but what can you do, right?” He flashed a quick smile at you. You knew Isaiah and Michael fancied you, and you could tell easily. The boys were too young though, and you were faithful to your boyfriend; Tommy.

You span around in your chair, only to see Tommy glaring at you with a raised brow, looking down at his drink for a moment before catching your eyes again. He settled for leaving the glass on the table before sitting with his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers interlinked. You blinked a bit and turn around quickly. You downed the rest of your whiskey, which Michael and Isaiah insisted you have because “We’re the fucking Peaky Blinders,” which, even though you were only Tommy’s girlfriend for the moment, you didn’t argue. You placed your glass down for the barman to collect before you felt a large, masculine hand on your shoulder. You jumped as Thomas came around to face you, moving from behind. 

“Boys, how are we? Not getting too close, I would imagine.” Tommy stated with a stern voice, wide eyes flitting from Isaiah to Tommy. “No, Tommy, just talking to-” Tommy cut him off, looking Isaiah dead in the eye. “My girl? Get up.” Tommy says through gritted teeth. You look at the ground, slightly embarrassed that he’s doing this in front of Michael and Isaiah. He grabs your hand and pulls you off the chair, tugging you towards the Shelby’s side room. The rest of the Shelby’s, who were still sitting at the same table that Thomas was previously at, shouted whoops and hollers after you and Thomas. 

He dragged you into the quiet room, jazz music playing outside in a muffle. “Why were you talking to them?” He snaps at you. “I was just talking to them about the races and stuff. Nothing was going to happen, you arsehole. They’re kids!” You sneered at him, with furrowed brows and venom in your voice. Tommy always did this. He stood back and raised a brow at you. “Getting brave, are we? You’re speaking to me the wrong way love.” The way he spoke with his hoarse voice make arousal pool at your center. He locks the door and pushes you against the table, than sitting you on it. His cold blue eyes were staring sharply at yours. He towered over you as he started to removed your burgundy dress, slinging his suit jacket over the booth chair. 

“Stand up. Turn around. Now.” He bellowed. You did exactly as he told, not wasting anytime. You propped your hands up on the table, bending over slightly. He came up from behind you, running his hand along your dripping slit. “Do you think you deserve this?” He asked, practically hearing the smirk on his face. “Y-yes.” You stuttered. He grabbed you roughly by your hips and turned you around, dropping to his knees and pressing his mouth to your clit. You threw your head back and moaned, your hands instantly getting tangled in his dark brown locks. You looked down at him as he looked up at you with his cold, blue eyes which made your core pulse even more. “Tommy, I’m close, I’m going to come Tommy.” You gasped between jagged breaths. He kept sucking on your clit and licking stripes up and down your core. “You were all mouth before, love, now you’re begging me to come?” He said. “But I’m not a monster, so go ahead.” You came on Tommy’s tongue, grinding your pussy against his face. “Fuckin’ slag.” Were the words you heard him mumble with a smile.

“Wow, you’re good at that.” You say, throwing your hair back and reaching for your burgundy dress. Tommy’s hand grabs yours and stops it from moving any further. “What are you doing? Who said we were finished here, love?” His deep, raspy voice and Birmingham accent together make you even more aroused. He pushes you back against the table. He turns you around and bends over until your chest is touching the table and his cock is almost inside you. 

He teases you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit. “Are you ready?” He asks, raising his brows when you nod in need. He slams into you firmly, pulling a loud whine from you. Your eyes roll back, breaths interrupted by dirty moans. Tommy, on the other hand, makes no noise at all, only small grunts as he slams in and out of you. He throws his head back and blinks widely, his thumb finding your clit again and beginning it’s assault on it. “Tommy, holy fuck! I’m so close, Tommy.” You pant, fingers gripping the hard oak table like it was going to save your life. 

“Come around me, love. Come for me.” He growls at you. You came as soon as the words left his plump, pink lips. You arched your back and moaned as Tommy came closely after you. You grab some of the tissue off the table to clean yourself up, brushing out your hair a bit. The burgundy dress that lay on the booth chairs is now in Tommy’s hands, who is helping you to put it back on. He turns you around and kisses you deeply one last time. 

“If that’s how good you get when you’re jealous, next time I will be sure to make out with Michael or Isaiah.” Tommy chuckles quietly, opening the door for the both of you step out, instantly welcomed by the yells or John and Arthur, accompanied by a smirk from Tommy and an embarrassed flush and a swat on the arm from you.