drabble prompts: 71 for the peaky *fucking* blinders & 123 for the dark siren 🌺💋🔥💕
YASSS!!! Thank you, darling!!!! I may have gotten carried away! And some uh...nsfw, because I saw an opportunity and took it. Forgive me, Kate! Love you! xD
71. Me and my boys will handle it.
123. Oh, did I scare you, big boy?
It wasn’t a lie, not really. It was true when I had said it, fiercely believing that no, I didn’t dance anymore. But we were in the life of lies, weren’t we? Was that not what we excelled at? And when Charlotte’s partner for tonight’s routine fell ill last minute, she needed someone who knew her and the routine better than anyone else. Who else could have done better?
So, I agreed without telling anyone. Swore Charlotte to secrecy, telling her she owed me big for this, because if Tommy or Alfie were to find out, they’d have my head. The girls welcomed me with hugs and laughter, a bittersweet reunion, because they knew that this was only a one time thing. I wouldn’t be back. Champagne was passed around after the performance, cheers to us before I took my leave, bidding everyone a good night.
That’s when it happened. When I, of course, least expected it. Maybe I had gotten to comfortable in Camden Town, because he’s taunting me about my ‘lie’ before his fist finds my face. I fight back, of course, clawing and hitting away, but he gets a few more hits before his hands find my slender neck and squeezed.
My luck turned when the owner and Charlotte found us, the man running off as I coughed and gasped for air. Her arms hold me close as the owner rushes to phone the police. But I only look at her pleadingly, telling her to get me out of there before they arrive. I couldn’t let this get out. I didn’t want to deal with what came after that. So, she helped me in a car, and drove off. I wasn’t exactly sure where she was taking me until we had arrived.
I wanted to protest, but she didn’t care. She pounded harshly on the door with her fist, screaming his name like a bloody banshee. It almost gave me chills. But the door swung open to him grumbling in his deep cockney voice, him glaring at her as he held his revolver. His eyes narrowed on her, however, because I knew he recognized her and she took the moment of hesitation to tell him that his girl had trouble and was in need of help.
That’s when his eyes found me leaning against the brick wall of the building, costume and all. Alfie didn’t say a word, but he did move to let us in. He said nothing, only motioning toward the washroom and told Charlotte to clean me up. He walked away without a word or a glance towards me.
It felt as if a stone had settled in my stomach, and I fight the tears, because I wanted to ignore the way that had hurt. Instead I had focused on not flinching so much as she cleaned the blood off my face. I knew there would be bruising just from the feel of it. Charlotte did her best to soothe me, but it fell on deaf ears. I couldn’t hear a word.
But that’s what led me here, in Alfie’s office, leaning against his desk. My head is only tilted down slightly, but enough to make me feel like a child being admonished by their headmaster for being unruly. Because little did I know, while I broke down in her arms, Alfie had made a call. I don’t know whether the betrayal I feel is justified as Tommy paces slowly in front of me with his hands on his hips and a cigarette in his mouth. Arthur just watches Alfie warily, while Alfie stands in the back corner of his office, observing and silent. John’s glare has me wishing to claw his blue eyes out as he chews the toothpick angrily.
Tommy finally stops, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth before pointing at me. “We agreed.”
“We said, no fucking dancing!” he snapped. “That’s what we agreed to!”
My eyes snap to his. “No, that’s what you agreed to! It wasn’t such a bloody issue before!”
“That’s before someone put their fucking hands on my fucking cousin!” he yelled and I clenched my teeth tightly in anger. I hated how right he was, but I would never admit it.
“He, uh,” Arthur cleared his throat uncomfortably. “you know, did he touch you--?”
“No!” I shrieked, horrified and embarrassed. “For fuck’s sake, Arthur!”
“Well, I didn’t bloody know!”
“Tommy, it’s my fault.” Charlotte cut in, wringing her hands nervously. “If it weren’t for me--”
He snapped his attention to her, snapping his fingers before he’s pointing at her next. “Family. This is a family discussion. This doesn’t fucking concern you!”
She looked at him in shock, but the hurt swims in her eyes at his outburst. Tommy just turns away with a tick of his jaw. Arthur took a step closer to her, pulling her back gently by the arm. “Oi, he didn’t mean it, Dove. He’s just worked up is all.”
“You really know how to choose ‘em, eh?” John taunted. “You and Lizzie...neither of you learn.”
“Fuck you.” I snapped, my eyes zeroing in on him. I go to lunge forward, but Tommy gently pushes me back and he throws John a look.
“John, shut it!” he finally turns back to me, his blue eyes ablaze as he continued. “I expect this from Ada, but not from you. Is it so hard to have people fucking listen to me?!”
I shook my head at him, fighting the tear in my chest. “That’s not fair, Tommy. You know that’s not fair. I was dancing before and the only time I had a fucking issue is when you picked a fucking fight with Sabini!” I snapped. He stared at me, his heavy breathing matching my own. “Charlotte needed my help, so I helped her. Is that so fucking wrong, Thomas?!”
Tommy just nodded, glancing down as he took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing out with his heavy exhale. Raising his head, he glances at Alfie, ignoring me completely. “Right. Alfie, thank you for your help. It’s well appreciated.”
“Mmm...yeah, no problem, mate.” Alfie called, his voice light and indifferent. “I sent out some men, right, to catch the little cunt.”
“No need, Alfie.” Tommy sighed, glancing at me. “Me and my boys will handle it. It was a personal attack against the Shelby family--”
“And the fuckin’ Peaky Blinders!” Arthur snapped, chiming in fiercely. Tommy had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at his brother’s enthusiasm.
“I’m sure you understand.”
“Yeah, yeah, I do, Tommy. And well, it happened...in Camden, though, didn’t it? To...someone that works for me, right? Right. And well, it’s my territory, mate. Can’t exactly let another gang incite justice in my jurisdiction, eh?” Tommy doesn’t say anything as Alfie approaches him, almost towering over him. John straightens and Arthur clenched his fists. “No. No, can’t let it happen, Tommy. Now, I got this back room, right, that is just...empty. Took some inventory out last week, and well, it’s so empty, Tommy. It’s botherin’ me. Now, I think that maybe, you know, I could let you use it, yeah? And you and I, we can do somethin’ with it. Bring in a, uh, one of those designer types, yeah? Give him a good look at it, yeah?”
There’s a beat of silence, and I can see Charlotte’s fact twist in confusion, but I know exactly what’s being said. And Tommy just stares at him before nodding slowly. “Alright, Alfie. We’ll get him, bring him here, and both inflict our own sense of what’s right, eh?”
“Right you are, Tommy.” Tommy nodded, then gave me another look. He stepped forward and leaned in close. I turned away, but his finger caught my chin, gently making me look at him while being mindful of the forming bruises.
“No more dancing, Dahlia.” he whispered. “You don’t need it. You and Dove both, you’re done. Do you understand?” I try to look away, but he presses a little harder. “Eh? You done?”
“I’m done, Tommy.” I whispered, looking at him. “For good, I’m done.”
“Alright.” Tommy nodded. “We’re going to take care of this, Dahlia. He won’t fucking live to see morning.”
“He fucked with the wrong family!” John called.
“That’s right, sister!” Arthur chimed in. “We’re fucking Shelby’s!”
With that, they made their leave with Alfie offering to show them out, a sneaky way of them going off to discuss battle strategy. I scoffed at the thought. This, of all things, was what brought them all on the same bloody page. I hear her approaching before she takes my hand in hers.
“I’m sorry, Dahlia.” Charlotte whispers. “I didn’t realize--”
“It’s fine, Dove.” I whisper. “Their just being cunts because I got hurt, is all. They’ll get over it.”
She laughs and I join her. For a moment, I feel the knot in my stomach loosen just a bit, but the moment that door opens again, it’s worse than before. Tommy was one thing. I knew Tommy and the others like the back of my hand. I understood that their anger was from them caring, them wanting to look out for me and the family.. I couldn’t blame them for it, because how many bloody times had I done the same?
Alfie was another monster all together. And I had no bloody idea how this would go down, putting me more on edge when he walked in than I normally would have been. I can’t read him as he takes us in, his gaze not once travelling to my face, but he’s staring at Dove, acknowledging her as if she was the only one he cared enough to even address. It hurts worse than I could have imagined. Worse than whatever Tommy or John would have said.
“Right, well, I think you should bring the car ‘round, Dove. Yeah?”
She hesitates, because we all know that the car is exactly where it needs to be, but either way, the message is clear: get out.
“Sure. Of course, yeah, I’ll get right on that.” she cleared her throat and glanced at me as I squeezed her hand, silently pleading for her to not go. “I’ll just see you outside, Lia? I’ll give you a lift, love.”
She’s out the bloody door before I can even say no.
I hate the silence. Silence with Alfie was dangerous, I think. More dangerous than him talking you in circles the way he does to trap you. This...this is much worse. I’m terrified, I don’t know what to say, or do, but I know he still won’t fucking look at me, and that makes me feel more ashamed than anything. Which, in turn, pisses me off.
His footsteps echo through the room as he comes slowly closer, his eyes still down in what I assume to be contemplation. I’m harshly reminded of the night when he had stood down Buddy before going over his rules. A seedling of doubt makes me wonder if he would ever lay a hand on me, and that thought alone almost makes me break down in tears as he steps in my space, closer than anyone would ever dare to.
“Did he?” he forced out, and I feel his hot breath against my skin. I almost tremble because I’ve never seen him so set off before. “Did he fucking touch you?”
My face contorts as he looks down at me. Because now...this is when I have his undivided attention. Not like the tiny glances I felt during my go at Tommy, not when Charlotte had brought me to him in the first place. Now. It was now, when we were alone, that he decides to even acknowledge that I existed. All to ask if he had fucking touched me?!
Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours. Right?
I glare at him, my anger rising more and more to the surface. “You think I’m lying?” I scoffed. He says nothing, just stares at me, and I feel as if a knife had stabbed me in the chest.
“’I don’t do that anymore’, yeah? That’s what you said, innit? Right, yeah, I think that’s what you said.”
I shove him back, and he lets me. “Right. That’s what I said. Because it was true. But then my friend needed me! I did her a favor!” I stepped up to him, glaring up at him. “And what if he did? What if he had, Alfie? What the bloody hell does it got to do with you?!” I can feel myself going too far, but I’m hurt, in pain, and confused. Everything was flowing out of my mouth without thought and I couldn’t stop it.
“Because you’re not supposed to be on the fuckin’ stage!” he roared. “You’re workin’ for me, and while you work for me, you follow the bloody rules! We have them--”
“To be obeyed, and yet, I don’t ever fucking remember you giving it to me!” I yelled back. “You act like a bloody belong to you, Tommy treating me like a child, and you...you acting as if you were my fucking husband and having a right to have a say in what I do! But you’re not! You’re not my fucking husband, and I’m just a fuck you had! So, fine, believe what you want, and be pissy about someone touching your toy, Alfie. That’s all you fucking care about. It’s not about you caring about me, it’s about you caring about yourself.”
I don’t mean it. Not a word of it. He just stares at me while I wait for him to react, to feel the anger I’m feeling, the hurt that’s twisting in my chest, but he doesn’t give a thing away. I see burning, however, in his eyes as his face leans in close to mine, his lips pressed in a tight line while I continue to wait.
“Mmm...right.” he breathes out coldly and then he turns, storming out of the room with a slam of the door. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and then I’m inhaling, gasping, but it’s not enough, because I can’t catch the oxygen for it. That’s when the tears finally come, the sobs forcing themselves free at last, and I collapse onto the floor as my cries fill the room. My heart yearning for him to return, to hold me and tell me it’s okay, but I had a feeling that whatever had been growing was torn away by my hurt pride and broken heart.
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It was dark by the time he got back to his cabin. Leaning against my Jeep, I take a drag of the cigarette, welcoming the familiar burn in my lungs before the smoke created a twisted version of a halo above me. I laugh to myself because how accurate was that?
I shouldn’t be here, I know that. And it was insane to me, to be standing here as if nothing had changed. As if I hadn’t make my choice long ago. I flick the cigarette down to the ground, smashing with my heeled combat boot as if it would make everything go away for me. It’s a joke, a sick, twisted joke only for me. I just find it harder to laugh at it nowadays.
Against my better judgement (scolding myself for that pun, because I can hear Addie groan), I approach his home. Slowing, I eye his bike, and run my fingers lightly against the warm metal. It was still cooling down from his ride, and I was curious as to what outpost had he been to this time. If perhaps he destroyed another one of John’s silos. I can imagine his rage already.
Walking in is easy, the door unlocked with no alarms. I frown at it, making a mental note that perhaps as the figurehead of the Resistance, he should be more careful. That within itself makes me freeze, because when have I ever thought like that since switching sides? I shove it aside as I close the door silently.
He’s sitting on his couch, the TV playing a black and white rerun that I don’t know the name of, and his head is leaning back. I bite my lip as I start to make my way forward, the only sound is coming from the TV. It masks my approach, but part of me believes that even without it, I could sneak up on him.
He wasn’t the only deputy to fight against Eden’s Gate.
But that was another time, almost another life, and I can’t remember when one ended and the other began. I do, however, remember him. I remember seeing him for the first time as John tried his damnedest to get him to confess. It was infuriating to say the least, to watch as he refused to give in. The offhand comment to me of his sin being Wrath falling from John’s lips triggering something in me I couldn’t fathom. Something I couldn’t explain.
I almost shake my head because it’s careless of him to not have noticed me yet, and I convince myself it’s because I was hoping for a challenge. Once I get close enough, I have the urge to run my fingers through his hair, but I fight it off. I try to remember that this is an enemy. I just found myself having to do so more and more here lately.
My hand is around his throat, lightly squeezing with his stubble rough against my skin. He jerks, his eyes flying open as my lips find his ear. “Oh, did I scare you, big boy?” I cooed with a smirk.
“Wren.” he gritted out. “What the hell are you doing in my cabin?”
“Tsk, you should take better care, Wes. Leaving your door unlocked in these parts can be dangerous.” I wait for a response, but he doesn’t give one. Dropping my teasing tone, I let him go and began to slowly circle the couch, eyeing him as I go. “You should consider a deal, Wes.”
He scoffed as he watched my every move. “Yeah? What makes you think I want to?”
“It’s just a confession, Wes.” I whisper, shaking my head and making my ponytail brush against the exposed skin from my tank top. “It’s not hard. Just confess.”
“And then you pass Judgement.”
I stepped forward, not sure as to why, but the closer I got, the stronger the pull felt. My mouth had gone dry as I noticed that he was shirtless. Fuck. “Yes, I pass Judgement.”
“So, you’re just as bad as he is.”
That makes me hesitate, a stab in the chest I wasn’t expecting. Bad? I knew...I knew when I made the choice that people wouldn’t agree, that I would be the traitor. But...I wasn’t a bad person...was I? “You don’t understand.” I breathed out. “You don’t know what they did to me.”
“And what you do to others?” his face twists in confusion and disbelief. “What you sentence them to? What you do when you send them down to that husband of yours because they’re ‘worthy’?”
I held my head high as I continued. He tenses, the muscles in his arms and abdomen flexing. Swallowing, I kneel down, my knee resting between his legs as I lean over him. “People passed their judgement on me, Wes. For loving someone. And they were going to do something very bad to me for it.”
“Would it matter?” I scoff, trying to keep the bitterness from my voice. “Does he really notice me gone? When you’re the one he has his attention on?” Something crosses in his beautiful eyes, almost recognition and fear pierces through my chest as my heart hammers loudly. I’m suddenly feeling warm, too warm. “If you just say--”
I gasped as his hands grip my thighs and pull, forcing me to sit and straddle him. Panic fills my veins, and all I want to do is run. “He doesn’t know you’re here, because you don’t want him to know. Why would that be?”
“He’s so fucking obsessed with you.” I replied honestly. “I’m tired of it. I’m so fucking tired of it.”
His hands travel slowly up my thighs, making me shiver. “Is that so? And what about you? Aren’t you obsessed? Ready to pass your judgement?”
“What makes you think I haven’t already?”
Wes just smirks, throwing me a bit off guard. “I’m not stupid. Or blind. You and I both know that you’re another shiny thing to him. Another tool to use. You think I haven’t noticed that your flock hasn’t come for me? That its not your Chosen that’s hunting me down? If I’d have to guess, Wren, I’d say you’ve gone soft. Or...maybe you see something you like? Something that can treat you better than that monster of a husband you have.”
I open my mouth to retort, but his hand is faster. He squeezes my face, pulling me towards him as he slams his lips against mine. My hands immediately find his bare chest, and I expect to push away, but I rake my nails over his flesh instead.
He’s attacking my neck next, and I can’t stop the sounds coming out as I run my fingers through his hair. Wes leans into it as he pulls me closer. It occurs to me then that we’re both touch starved, both desperate for something. Whether it was this or just something warm to hold on to, either way we were alone together, and I was enjoying every second of it.
The tank top is gone and he’s leaving open mouthed kisses on the tops of my breasts as my hands find his belt. Pulling away, he pulls my hands away, going to undo his jeans himself. I take the opportunity to remove my pants and boots. I curse that I didn’t just wear a dress, and part of me isn’t shocked by the turn of events.
Just as I manage to kick off my jeans, Wes comes up and throws me over his shoulder with a sharp slap on my ass. I squeal in excitement as he walks us into his bedroom dropping me on the mattress with a bounce. He wastes no time, his mouth immediately against my body, and I glow under his attention. Attention I haven’t had in so fucking long.
He rips my underwear, and there’s satisfaction in that, both of us knowing exactly who it was that bought them for me. It’s even more satisfying when his head is between my thighs, and my moans are filling the room.
It’s not a slow build up, not by a long shot, and I’m embarrassed at how quickly I am to climax from it being so damn long. But I had to give Wes credit, he knew what he was doing. His lips find mine, and the kiss is different than the one we shared in the living room. I need to stop it, because this is different, this is a bit more, but instead, I flip us over, straddling him as I ease myself down.
Hastily, I remove the bra before I start to slowly ride him, my head falling back with a sigh. His hands roam everywhere. My hips, tattoos, my breasts. I ca’t get enough of him and how me makes me feel, I go faster.
“Look at me.” he groans and I do. His eyes go from watching my breasts bounce to my face and I can’t help, but clench around him as I cum again, riding through another orgasm. Wes sits up, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my skin until he finally came with a groan.
We don’t move for a minute, I’m terrified to acknowledge what had just happened. But I realize how warm he is, how he feels when he’s against me. It’s Wes that pulls back, making me look at him.
“Well...what do we do now?”
