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may i request something with demon tommy?? i donât have a specific plot in mind; but im sure youâll think of something amazing đ
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âThe Devil of Small Heathâ â Demon!Tommy Shelby x Reader
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SUMMARY: When your baby sister is sick, you are desperate to save her. You go to the crossroads to meet the infamous Devil of Small Heath. The nature of your deal is far from âprofessionalâ, though.
WARNING: English is my second language.
WORD COUNT: 2,550
THE DEVIL OF SMALL HEATH
Never in your life you had expected to love someone so much to be ready to sacrifice your own life for them. You had never expected to be ready for doing literally everything to save the one you loved. Looking for solutions in all the wrong, forbidden places, taking desperate stepsâŠ
When your quite old mother had become pregnant, you actually had been preparing yourself for the possibility of taking care of the child alone and raising your sibling like your own offspring. But nothing of this sort had happened â your mother was well and so was your baby sister. At least for the first few weeks.
Now little Poppyâs fever was only rising instead of finally letting her go. Your mother had spent her last money for the Doctor and all he did was shake his head. He didnât even take those coins.
When the Doctor doesnât take the money, it means only one thing.
That night it was a full moon and you went outside, leaving your crying mother at home. What you were about to do was stupid and desperate but there was nothing else you could do.
You took a look at your pocket watch and it showed you almost midnight so you hurried to the crossroads nearby The Garrison Pub. You werenât even scared of any drunkard on the street, too stressed and worried about Poppyâs state.
You sighed and looked around but there was absolutely no one. Muffled voices of the men inside The Garrison were the only human sounds surrounding you and the sound of rain landing softly on the pavement wasnât as comforting as it usually had been.
Then, you heard someone lighting up a match behind you. You froze and turned around to stare at the darkness behind the street lamp. After a short while a man emerged from it â he looked plain, like every other man in Small Heath. He had a peaky cap on and he was smoking a cigarette, leaning on the street lamp nonchalantly. You swallowed thickly at the sight. It wasnât safe for a woman to be left alone with a man in the middle of the dark street.
âYouâre lost, lass?â he asked in a deep voice suddenly and you could hear the smirk on his lips.
âN-no,â you explained and fixed your jacket. âIâm waiting for someone.â
âWho are you waiting for so late at night? Youâre not a whore,â he stated like he had known you already.
âIt doesnât matter who Iâm waiting for,â you were too ashamed to tell him the truth.
âWell, maybe I can help you,â he teased and you squinted your eyes at his statue before approaching him.
âIâm waiting for the Devil of Small Heath,â you confessed, embarrassed and pursed your lips.
He chuckled and shook his head. You noticed his prominent cheekbones and sharp jawline, his piercing blue eyes⊠So odd and out of place like they belonged to an animal and not a human. They were cold, distant, observing. Those were the eyes of a predator but they were also a very pretty, tempting shade of blue.
âWhy would you want to deal with the devil, love? Youâre such a pretty little thing, so young and innocent. Why would you want to ruin it, eh?â he asked and took a drag of his cigarette.
âI am in need. Please, donât laugh at me, kind sir, because you might find yourself in trouble one day as well.â
âHas someone broken your heart? Or perhaps it's the fame that you want? Money? Ethereal beauty?â he whispered maliciously and furrowed his brow as the shiver travelled down your spine.
âI am no fool to deal with the devil for such trivial things!â you snapped at him. âMy sister is dying.â
He froze for a second and simply nodded his head.
âAnd what are you doing here, sir?â you asked, suspiciously.
âIâm waiting for Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),â the look he gave you was stern and your heart froze in your chest.
âE-excuse me?â you blinked a few times and took a step back. âI donât know you.â
âYes, you do, little dove. You came here to see me,â he smiled kindly but there was something sinister behind that smile. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.
âYouâre the Devil of Small Heath?!â you gasped and your eyes widened.
âI really like that name,â he chuckled and nodded but your reaction remained the same. âWhat? Did you expect horns and a tail?â
âWell, actuallyâŠâ
âI donât have a human form,â he confessed. âI liked that lad, though. He wanted to kill himself anyway so I did it for him and took over his body a few months ago. I like his face, itâs so⊠oddly shaped,â he grinned and took a step forward.
âPlease, save my sisterâs life,â you pleaded after the first shock wave had left your body. âPlease, Iâm begging you, pleaseâŠâ
âLittle Poppy (Y/L/N) will die tonight, love. She will die right before dawn,â he informed you. âWonât even see tomorrowâs sunlight.â
âPlease⊠Sheâs so little, so small⊠She hasnât done anything wrong yet, she hasnât sinnedâŠâ you burst into tears. âI want her to learn words, I want her to laugh, to have friends, to be excited for the spring and to play in the summer. I want her to go to school and travel, see places and know all those things I will never do,â you sobbed. âMy life⊠It doesnât matter much. You said I was young but I feel like this life is already lost anyway, already wasted. But hers is not⊠So take me and let her live, pleaseâŠâ you sniffled.
âWhat makes you think her life is worth more than yours?â
âSheâs innocent.â
âIn my eyes, so are you.â
âI am a sinner,â you tried to convince him.
âEveryone sins from time to time. Youâre not a murderer, not even a proper thief,â he chuckled and you felt ashamed of the memory of stealing an apple or two as a child. âBut Iâll tell you a little secret, love.â
âY-yes?â you looked up to meet his piercing gaze.
âSouls like yours⊠Theyâre very valuable. Sweet,â he smirked.
âThen be greedy and take it⊠Save my sister,â you clenched your jaw and swallowed thickly before straightening your back. âDo it.â
âGladly,â his eyes sparkled.
As a human he was introducing himself as Thomas Shelby. And although your life went on, you could see him creeping around. Sometimes you noticed a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, sometimes he visited you for a small talk. He always looked and acted the same, checking on his victim, making sure you werenât trying to find the ways to save your soul and get out of the deal unharmed.
But you werenât the same as you used to be. Damn, you werenât even the same as others. Not only had you been getting older much slower than your friends but you had been also growing⊠colder. Year by year you had been losing more and more of your soul.
The most important thing was your sister, though. Little Poppy was a healthy, cheerful child, soon to be eight years old. Seeing her playing with her dolls, collecting flowers, running around and laughing was only assuring you that your decision had been right.
The problem was that you couldnât love. You couldnât even connect with your friends anymore. Your own mother felt like a stranger and despite your efforts, little Poppy did as well. All the things that had used to make you cry or laugh, now were making you shrug your arms.
Tommyâs presence was ominous when he was lurking in the shadows but it was also somehow comforting. He was the one owning your soul so whenever he was around, you could feel more like your old self again. And it kind of felt like he was protecting you.
âWhat will happen to me after I die?â you asked him one night when he visited you.
You lived alone in a small flat above the pub where you were a barmaid. He would sometimes visit in the evenings and stay for the night in your bed. For you it was convenient because there had been no connection between you and men anymore. He probably just enjoyed fucking and you were sure he was doing it every night with someone else. You werenât the only woman whoâs soul he had owned after all.
âWhy are you asking about such things?â he furrowed his brow and smirked while reaching for a cigarette.
âWhy are you smoking? I didnât know demons could get addicted,â you changed the subject.
âThe body is addicted,â he explained and lit the cigarette before taking the first drag. âWhy are you thinking of death now?â
âWill I be in pain?â you swallowed thickly.
âNo, not at all. I like you,â he smiled and caressed your ruffled hair. âIn fact, I might like you so much that Iâll never let you die.â
âWhat do you mean?â you gasped.
âWell, technically, I own you, (Y/N). Your fate depends on me and I can keep you alive forever. Havenât you noticed how slowly you age?â
âYou canât stop the body from falling apart and rotting. You only own my soul,â you pointed out and left the bed carefully. For some reason his words were creeping you out more than usual and you didnât want to be in his presence anymore.
âA demonâs power is strong enough to keep the vessel from dying or getting old,â Thomas explained. He was calm but you could hear that he was starting to get suspicious.
âI am not a demon. Iâm just a cursed human,â you turned around to look at his face but he just smirked.
âI told you⊠I like you very much,â he only said.
That was when you realised that he had been turning you into a creature like him. And although it was comforting to know youâd live forever and unharmed, you didnât like the fact it had been made without your consent. Not to mention⊠who the hell would ever want to become a demon?!
You nodded and cracked a smile, faking kindness and courtesy. You didnât want to anger him or make him suspicious even more.
âIâll be going now,â he left the bed as well and collected his clothes lying on the floor. âGot some business to do.â
âAh yes, all the other devilâs whores that you visit to fuck,â you snorted. Despite the resentment and fear you had for him, you still were jealous. It was a wicked game you couldnât quite understand.
âDonât be like that, dove,â he approached you to raise your chin. âYouâre my special little thing. My favourite. Tonight some man wants to deal with me so I gotta go to the crossroads.â
You nodded and let him peck your lips. Then he put his clothes on and left you alone in your flat.
At first you felt the urge to run to the local church and beg the priest to help you. To research every book in every library in the world and find a way to get rid of his presence but then you realised that angering Thomas would probably mean your sisterâs death. You had to do whatever he told you to do. At least for now.
You sighed and crouched down to touch the words engraved on a marble grave.
Poppy Brenson. 1919 â 2008.
On the inside, you were as cold as that marble and as dead as your sister but it still hurt to see her being buried.
âShe had a good life,â you heard his deep voice and felt his hand on your shoulder.
âLong and happy,â you nodded. âMarried a good man, saw the world, had children and grandchildren. She didnât even remember me much when she was old, which is also good. Iâm a cursed thing,â you sniffled and stood up to look into his eyes.
âShe had two guardian devils to look after her,â he chuckled.
Despite the years, he still had the same body â it was his favourite and he knew that you liked it, too. He was even still wearing the same old-fashioned clothes and a peaky cap as its shadow was always mysteriously covering his beautiful blue eyes.
âSheâs dead now and sheâs in heaven. You can no longer keep me hostage. I will find a way to leave you,â you informed him but your voice didnât sound as convinced as you wanted it to be.
After all those years you werenât even sure if you had truly wanted it â freedom.
âSinners go to hell after they die,â Thomas raised his hand to caress your cheek gently. You flinched but allowed him to continue. âI own your soul, therefore I decide what is your punishment.â
âSo Iâll have to deal with you forever?â you sighed.
âPerhaps this is your hell,â he smirked as your eyes widened.
âWhy me? Out of all the people whose souls you own and have ever owned. Why me?â you swallowed thickly and took a step back, almost tripping and falling down on your sisterâs grave. But your body was still young, therefore you kept your balance. You had lost count a long time ago but your body was thirty years old maximum. Since it all had depended on him, you guessed that was the way he liked you the most.
âIâve never liked anyone as much as you,â he confessed. âI donât own as many souls as you think I do. Theyâre all so terrible, so rotten, so poisonous. Your soul was like a breath of spring. It was pure, it was cleansing⊠And Iâm awfully lonely.â
âI thought demons couldnât feel,â you didnât want to get deceived so easily.
âYou know perfectly well that we do, love,â Thomas chuckled.
And he was right. With time you had realised that there was a wall between you and other people indeed but you still could feel. You couldnât express your feelings and you tended to shut yourself out often but the feelings had always been there, buried deep inside. Only around him you could catch a breath and experience emotions properly because around him you were a whole person and not just a soulless vessel.
In fact, if you were supposed to live forever, it could only be bearable in his presence. You had to spend your eternity with him as he was the master of your destiny and a condition of your sanity.
âThe Devil of Small Heath,â you chuckled. âNowadays no one believes in him anymore. They made a statue of you and they take pictures there but no one actually wants to deal,â you started and he furrowed his brow. âMy sister passed away, too. I assume we are free now to do whatever the fuck we want,â you pointed out.
âI guess,â he shrugged his arms. âWhat is it that you want to do, my little dove?â
âIâve always wanted to see Italy,â you cracked a smile and Thomas blinked a few times like he was surprised to hear such an answer.
this was such a treat to read. I adore everything about it. tommyâs sly ways, the readerâs innocence, tommy being able to change bodies but keeping tommyâs because he likes that one the best, so good. and i love tommy for still wearing his old clothes, even in 2008 haha
Tommyâs presence was ominous when he was lurking in the shadows but it was also somehow comforting. He was the one owning your soul so whenever he was around, you could feel more like your old self again. And it kind of felt like he was protecting you.
why do i want this so bad ???đ
âDonât be like that, dove,â he approached you to raise your chin. âYouâre my special little thing. My favouriteâ
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