🥃 | Savage with Purpose. 🚬
Duke Shelby x Fem!reader.
Part: 1.☝️
Here we are sweet cheeks. I’ll hope you’ll like it and enjoy it. 🙌🏼 Oh and English is not my first language soooo.. sorry for the grammar mistakes. 🫶🏼
Reader is a time traveler. Thrown into the world off the Shelby’s. I mean, What could possibly go wrong.. right?
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One moment you were on your grandmother’s attic, looking trough a box with diaries and old clothes in it. The type of clothes what men wore in the 1940’s.. your eye fell on a cap with a razorblade sewed inside. You picked it up and inspected it. Your finger slowly tracing over the sharp edge. It cut your finger making you hiss and drop it. “Ow what the fuck.” Bringing your finger up to your mouth and sucked on it to ease the sting. Then your eye fell on the diary. Picking it up and inspected the cover. “Shelby..” You softly mumbled as that was what was printed on the book cover. It looked expensive.. you opened the diary and saw some sentences were written in a different language.. “Mhm..” you hummed as you looked trough the pages and words written carefully.. you sat there for probably an hour. Time completely forgotten. The last page.. something was wittten at the bottom. Tilting your head to the side. You read it out loud.. what happend then? Well..
You were pulled in some kind of wormhole. You screamed. And suddenly found yourself in some kind of alley. It was dark. Rainy and cold. Pushing yourself up. “What the fuck.. where am I?!” You panted and panicked. Looking around. Stumbling out of the alley in into the street. It was dark.. you moved trough the streets still in shock. Looking around and you probably looked so out of place. Some people looked at you funny but no one said anything to you.. walking by what looked like a theater. you stopped in your tracks. Reading the poster. Then your eyes fell on the date.. ‘13.11.1940’.. “No no no please.. this can’t be true..” you said as you ran your hands trough your hair. You were in the fucking 1940’s?! what the fuck? Oh no….
looking around.. where the hell were you? Your eyes fell on something. Birmingham.. “Birmingham?” you whispered as you kept on walking. After what felt like hours panick was setting in. Where would you go? Would you even be able to get back home? Your own time.. feeling completely lost you walked further untill you just stopped and looked around you. Hoping for some kind of miracle.. so you could get back. when suddenly you heard a voice behind you..
“Are ye’r lost luv’?” you spinned around and gasped.. and was suddenly met with a man with piercing blue eyes. and that cap you had in your hands and cut your finger with it just moments ago.. you blinked. Looked at him dumbfounded. Duke standing there with his hands in his pockets. Like he owned the fucking world. (Which well.. he kinda did.) His men behind him. Seizing you up like you were some kind of prey. He tilted his head to the side. “Cat got ye’r tongue eh?” he smirked and stepped closer.. the way he studied you made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His eyes roaming over your face.. from your eyes down to your soft lips..
You still stared at him when he snapped you of it. “I asked ye a question eh?” You flinched since it came out so harsh. And let’s not start about the aura this man had around him. And the guns on him and his men.
“S-sorry. I-“ taking a deep breath and swallowed hard. “I.. I don’t know where I am actually.”
He slowly took a few more steps toward you, a smug grin on his face.. his blue eyes never left your face.
He was taller than you.. very handsome and quite intimidating. "Where you from luv, you don't look like ye’r from round here.." He said in a thick British accent, eyes roamed over your body and clothes.
“I-I uhm.. no I am not from around here. Look I-.. I don’t know where to go actually. C-can you help me?” You softly asked. Looking like a lost puppy. God you knew how stupid it sounded but let’s be honest you were pretty desperate.
He looked at you. Just looked at you for a moment making you so uncomfortable.. then? He barked out a sharp laugh, the sound cutting through the tension, making you jump and flinch. As his men exchanged amused glances behind him.
"Help you? Oh, that's rich," He said with a slow shake of his head. His eyes flicked down to your throat—lingering.. before dragging back up to meet yours.
"Seein’ as I don’t know who sent ya or what game yer playin’, luv… tell me why I shouldn't just leave ye' here for the stray dogs?" A dangerous edge crept into his voice despite the smirk still playing on his lips. He stepped closer. So close you could smell the gunpowder and tobacco off him.. “Oh luv’. Ye don’t know who I am Eh?”
You looked at him, knowing who he was? No ofcourse you didn’t know who the hell he was.. how should you know for Christ sake. “No I don’t.. but I don’t have any bad intentions and I am not playing any games I-I swear-“ you rambled as he cut you off.
His hand shot out, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up. You flinched and let out a soft whimper, which made him smirk and his pupils dialate. The callouses on his palm rough against your soft skin.
"Yer ‘swear’?" he mocked, leaning in so close you could smell tobacco and whiskey on his breath. "Funny way ta' swear—tremblin’ like a leaf in winter."
A muscle twitched in his jaw as he studied you, the smirk fading into something colder. "Last chance. Where’d a pretty little bird like ya fall from?"
What the hell were you gonna answer to that..? Tell him you fell from the sky? From the future..? Okay think Y/n.. think think think.. “Dublin.” You blurted out.. Dublin? Why the hell Dublin of all fucking places? You had no idea..
His grip tightened just enough to make you wince, eyes flashing with something between amusement and suspicion.
"Dublin?" he repeated, slow and deliberate. One of his men snorted behind him—Duke didn’t even glance back before snarling, "Shut it."
The silence stretched as he searched your face for lies. Then—
"Yer accent's all wrong for Dublin," he finally said, voice dropping to a growl. "But lucky for ya… I like pretty liars."
You swallowed hard.. You knew he could see trough your bullshit. But what were you gonna do..? You hoped he was gonna drop it.. for now.
So standing there sheepishly and you nervously smiled.. one of his men cut in.
“Maybe she’s a runaway boss.”
He barked a laugh, sharp and sudden—his men flinched at the sound.
"Nah," he said, shaking his head with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Yer too soft for that. Runaways got fire in 'em."
His hand still holding your chin, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip—once, twice—before he dropped his hand entirely and stepped back.
"Luck's on yer side tonight luv’.” He said as he adjusted his cap on his head. “I'm feelin' generous tonight." A pause as he studied you one last time.
As you looked at him nervously.. and your eyes flicked to his men and then back. He reached out suddenly. Grabbed your upperarm making you gasp..
His grip was strong when he pulled you toward the truck, your feet scrambling to keep up as he practically dragged you across the cobblestones. “H-hey wait..! What are you doin-“
"Shut it," he snapped, shoving you into the back of the truck before climbing in after you.
The door shut with a thud, leaving you alone with him in the darkened cab. He leaned back against the seat, studying you again through slightly narrowed eyes.
“W-wait where are you taking me-“ you panicked and softly panted already. Duke just stared at you. Grabbed your arm again and yanked you closer. “Eh!” His voice, deep and demanding. As he put his index finger on your soft lips..
"Shhh," he tutted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Yer makin' a scene, luv. Don't want my boys thinkin’ I'm bein' too soft on ya."
The engine roared to life as one of his men started the truck. Duke still looked at you—eyes dark with something unreadable.
As you looked at him.. softly panting.. he was so close. You could smell him and feel his warm breath your face.. God he smelled good.. wait what? No!
His smirk widened as he felt your shaky breath against his skin. The truck lurched forward, tires crunching gravel.
"Easy now," he murmured, not moving an inch. His free hand came up to brush a stray hair from your face—almost gentle if not for the rough edge of it. "Yer all flustered like I'm draggin' ya ta' hell."
A beat of silence before he added, voice dropping lower:
"...Maybe I am."
He let go completely as you were finally able to let out a shaky breath you didn’t knew you were holding.. “l-look I really appreciate your help m-mister—?”
He let out a rough chuckle, leaning in so close his breath hit your ear.
"Duke Shelby," he said, slow and deliberate—like he expected you to flinch at the name. When you didn't, his smirk twitched. "And don’t bother with ‘mister,’ luv. Ain't that kinda party."
The truck hit a bump; he braced an arm against the seat behind you—caging you in without touching. His men wolf-whistled from the backseat until Duke shot them a glare sharp enough to draw blood.
“Duke..” you repeated, Softly. God he was so close.. so close..
His eyebrow arched at the way you said his name—like testing if it was safe. The truck rolled to a stop outside some grimy-looking pub, but Duke didn’t move yet.
“Now, ye tell me ye’r name luv’.” He said and waited for your response. His gaze demanding..
“Y/n..” you softly said.
"Y/n," he repeated, rolling your name on his tongue like he was deciding whether to spit it out or swallow. "Fits ya. Pretty."
A beat of silence as his men piled out ahead of him. Then he leaned in just enough for you to feel the heat off him:
"...now. Get ye’r pretty arse out of me truck eh?"
He smirked and pulled back. God that stupid smirk you didn’t knew if you wanted to slap it or kiss it off of his stupid handsome face-
You got out and followed him. Looking up at the pub which was called ‘The Garrison’. His men walked in as he waited for you and held the door open by standing in the doorway so you had to brush against him to walk trough. His eyes on you.. watching you walk trough it and your soft feminine body brushed against his. Oh he was enjoying it. The bastard..
As he walked trough the pub toward the back room. He snapped his fingers and made a gesture for you to follow him.. and You followed him. His men stayed at the front and now you were alone with him.
“Sit.” He ordered and you obeyed. Sitting down in a leather sofa. You didn’t miss the small smirk as he took his cap off and threw it on the countertop of the bar. Pulled his jacket off. Just like his suspenders as he let them hang from his pants. As he was now in nothing but a white tanktop.. yeah you stared.. his arms, the tattoos.. ofcourse you stared. And he fucking knew it.. (*cough* whore *cough*..) he poured two glasses of whiskey. Walked to you and pushed one in your hand, without asking if you even wanted one. Plopped down in his chair across from you. And lit a cigarette. Staring at you again. “So. Ye’r want me help to get home eh?” He gulped the whiskey down in one go and placed the empty glass on the table as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “Now.. why don’t ye start bein’ honest luv? Cause y’know. Ye not from around here. Cant fool me. And most importantly.” He said and took a long drag of his cigarette for a more dramatic effect.. “what’s in it for me? Eh?”
Soooo this was part one! Hope ya’ll liked it. 🫶🏼 stay tuned for part 2!
