"Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?" with whoever vibes with the sentence for you — I love them all and everything you write.❤️❤️❤️
(so so glad I made it back in time to celebrate)
So you're the last one, and you've triggered a story in my head I never thought I'd have. So bravo for that, you made me write Grace in more than just passing reference.
Anyone that's been around here knows I don't like her, I certainly don't trust her, but this is unequivocally her.
And this warrants much more than 5 sentences.
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No one expected Tommy's wife to survive, including the devil of Small Heath himself. He thought he watched her die on the floor of the ballroom, covered in blood and clutching her husband with one hand and the cursed stone in another. Tommy screamed for the finest doctors but didn't really expect them to save her.
They did.
She was placed in a wing of the house that wasn't in use. She had round the clock care through her entire coma. Tommy told no one, expecting her not to survive. Troubled and heartbroken, he carried on with his plans. He did not correct anyone when they called him a widow. Soon he would step into the role, so why not try it on beforehand?
When she woke up, weak and reaching for her boys, Tommy could scarcely believe it. And once Grace had settled into reality, catching up to Tommy's schemes while she was dreaming and healing, she agreed that for the moment she should remain dead. She would make her grand entry back into the land of the living once Tommy had gotten the jewels and the information and left the Russians mourning their choices.
Grace floated through the house, a ghost or a shadow that even the staff did not see. And as a ghost, she was able to see things she otherwise wouldn't have as the mistress of the house. She learned things she otherwise wouldn't have learned. Like her husband kept a diary of plans of sorts hidden deep within the pages of a Latin book in his office.
So she learned about the Russians. And the jewels. And Alfie Solomons. And Tatiana.
Oh, Tommy had much to explain.
Grace always met Tommy in her bed, a weak smile on her face. She pretended to walk feebly. She shook just a little more. How else would she have the freedom to learn all of her husband's dirty secrets?
No wonder Tommy kissed her cheek and patted her hand before leaving the wing to invite Tatiana into their marriage bed. He thought she would never know.
Instead, she watched in the shadows as the raven-haired Russian stalked around her house half naked in the middle of the night, giving orders and nearly shooting her husband.
Grace seethed, but she hid it. There was a time and a place for everything.
And then Thomas handed their child off to a stranger to be taken to a predator. And in his grief he sent his cousin to collect Charlie while he faced his demons to dig for jewels.
When she found her son in bed, clean and angel-faced, she knew Tommy's plans had come to fruition. When she saw the note for the jewel sale in his calendar, she knew he had finally finished his business with the whore.
Then her own plans could begin.
Thomas returned home that evening, humming a tune and a pep in his step for a job well done. He found his wife in the garden, planting a new row of rose bushes, dirt smeared along her concentrated brow. He smiled and kissed her temple and she smiled in return.
"Late in the day for planting, eh?" He hummed. "You should wash up and sit with me for supper."
Grace smiled, nodding as she stood up from her task.
"I would love to," she said. "I'll have someone fetch Charlie and we'll eat as a family."
Grace left for the house, leaving Thomas standing beside the newly planted rose bushes. He teetered on his heels for a moment, enjoying the air, when he noticed a gleam in the dirt.
Thomas leaned down and picked up a familiar ring. He squinted, realizing the ring was not his wife's. He had seen it on his night stand before, the dark jewel glittering in the firelight as the Duchess ran her foot along his groin.
I’m not too late! So here’s my first sentence: “what in the hell happened to your face?” And peaky character is fine but I’d love it if you could write John ❤️
"What in the hell happened to your face?"
You leaned on the door frame looking into your living room with your youngest girl standing over her father, who was patiently sat in the middle of the floor, eyes closed as the girl giggled and patted his face with a brush.
John scowled, eyes still closed.
"I'm getting ready for my tea with the Queen, aren't I little one?" He cracked one eye open to look at you, only to immediately close it before a brush full of blush went into his eye.
Your daughter laughed, delighted, before nodding.
"I'm making daddy pretty, momma," she said as she dug into another of your blushes before taking one of your lipsticks to paint onto John's pouting lips.
"That you are, dear," you said with a smile. "That you are."
Congratulations again :) for 😈 could you please do ''What do we have here?'' with John Shelby?
Thank you, love ❤️ 😉
John snuck into his own house for the millionth time. He was quite good at it.
He knew what boards creaked as he made his way down the hallway, checking on every kid tucked away in bed dreaming of candy and toys and freedom.
He knew that since you weren't in the kitchen for your midnight tea, you'd likely be in bed asleep with one leg kicked out from the covers and your nightgown temptingly high on your thigh.
He knew that no matter how tempting he would let you sleep because the smallest one got up before the chickens and the oldest kept you awake long after the sun went down.
What he didn't know was that you were waiting for him, silk and lace and wickedness when he opened the door, lifting it just slightly so it wouldn't make a noise.
Despite his best efforts, you had heard his wanderings in the house and now you laid before him with a smile on your face and your hands patting the bed beside you.
"What do we have here?" John rasped barely above a whisper, the noise nearly catching on his throat.
🎶 honestly, i think you know me fairly well. i am just loud, obnoxious and here for the vibes. i get annoyed very easily, and I am a whore for women. so basically, am gay, loud and ready to ball.
can you tell idk what i'm doing?
Also happy 1k, I'm so happy for you!
I mean there's a very good reason you are Alfie's wife. That would be the easy choice. However, I want something... spicier.
I want Tatiana to come to crash a party you are hosting with your husband. I want Alfie to absolutely twitch in his skin when Tatiana flirts with you in front of him and tells him he was keeping the real jewel at home. I want her to grab your hand and drag you to the bathroom giggling and when Alfie goes to object she teases him that it's just for girl talk.
I want Tatiana to play with your jewelry and tug at your clothes and leave you dizzy-headed and light as she shares her lipstick with you because it would be the perfect shade with your dress.
I want her to kiss you so abruptly you lean too hard backward onto the bathroom door and fall into a giggling pile at Alfie's feet.
Congratulations again on your milestone! Your writing is such a treat! For 😈 would you write Tommy with the prompt "You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here." If you feel like it and you have time, of course! 💕
Thank you! ❤️ I hope you like it.
"You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here."
Tommy glared at his little sister, who was crumpled in front of him in the doorway with tears staining her cheeks. She sniffled.
"What was I supposed to say, Tommy," Ada whispered, her voice breaking as her voice grew louder. "That I was sneaking out to have my heart broken by a stupid boy?"
Ada wrapped her shawl around her tighter as she sniffed again. She wiped a stray tear before standing up and meeting Tommy's eyes.
"You're lucky I was here," he repeated, softer this time, pushing himself off the door frame. "Instead of Pol. She'd have your head for being out. Let's get you inside, have some tea."
Tommy wrapped his arm around Ada and led her inside.
🧜♀ from the 1000k follower one: how are you doing, how's life :)?
from the fanfic writers one, just out of curiosity hehe: 🤡 and ❌
Life is hectic but pretty good! I'm happy things fell like I can relax and maybe get back into writing more often. I've missed it and the community.
🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?
Oh gosh. Honestly I loved Wild Heart. It made me giddy from being so young and fun. I also giggled through Finn getting lingerie in The Errand.
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
Hmm. I hate to say never. I don't really want to write AUs and it's got to be a very compelling story for me to want to dabble in writing dark fics. I love reading them but they aren't really what I'm comfortable writing.
...Am I too late for your 1k celebration?? Either way, congratulations love, you’re one of my most favourite people on here so obviously you deserve the world 😘
You are not too late! I plan on closing it when I wake up tomorrow, so you have a good 12 hours if you want to send me anything. ❤️
I absolutely adore you and your writing. You are a bright light on this hellsite. ✨️
