Hidden Treasure (Part 9)

Hidden Treasure (Part 9)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Dub con, Nsfw, ANGST.

Author's note(s): Basically, Tommy being a sad little man trying to redeem himself.

You decided to wear all black for tonight, in honor of your dead marriage. Your dress wasn't fitted, instead you went for a gown that would drape down elegantly. One that would be easier to slip off. You lay your hair out in a bombshell wave with a bold ruby lip. This would be the last time Tommy would drag you to one of his pity parties.

You clink open your jewelry box and pull-out diamond earrings. Then came that choker Tommy favored out of your entire collection. He enjoyed tugging it from behind, admiring how the gems’ shine against your skin. How it would glow in dim lighting. You try to hook the back of it on a few times. It was your mistake to do it while your hair was down.

“Here, let me.” it’s Tommy. He was earlier than usual. You look up from the vanity mirror and spot him approaching. A hand reaches to lift your locks out of the way. He guides you out of the car and into the car. opening the door before proceeding inside. While seated in the back, Tommy doesn’t let go of your hand. Every now and then his thumb brushes the back of it. He’s the first one out of the vehicle. Opening the door before you’ve had a chance to as always. He held out his hand for you to take.

This time it was...different. Tommy had kept you close by him. He held an arm around your waist, not with control, but to seek comfort. He kept conversation with you, listening to what you had to say. Even offering to get you a drink. Tommy had given you a smile. A real, genuine smile with his eyes squinting. His grip around your waist is gentle, not a warning. You couldn't believe it. Was he actually enjoying your company?

Tommy leans in your ear, “Would you like a dance with me?” It was a question, not a command. He wasn’t demanding but wondering if you were alright with it. For once, he was asking for permission. You hadn’t danced with him since your wedding day. Tommy held out a hand for you to take. Slowly, but sure enough, you held it. During your first ever dance together it was Tommy who took the lead. This time around was different. He let you move around freely, so that the two of you were in unison, complimenting one another.

He spoke up, “You look beautiful,” his voice sounding soft, sincere. That was a first. What on earth has happened to your husband? What made him in such a pleasant mood? You faintly whisper, “Thank you,” Tommy’s thumb brushes against your side, “I want this to work, if you give me a chance, I promise you I’ll do better than what you’ve had to deal with,” he looks you in the eyes. Is he serious? You avoid his gaze, “What do you want Tommy?”

“Nothing, only you,” There it was. No...nonono he wasn't allowed to play with your heart. Not after the hell he'd put you through. You began to tear up, “No, there’s always a catch, otherwise you wouldn’t be so nice to me,” The only thing that helped ease the awkward silence was the music playing. Tommy sighs, “I know, I haven’t been there like I should’ve. You don’t deserve to be treated like–”

“Like your personal whore?” you scoff, “That’s what everyone else thinks,”

Tommy’s heart aches. Of course, that’s how you’d feel after his constant disregard for your emotional well-being. He wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him, or even wanted nothing more than to see him dead in a ditch. It's not the first time someone felt that way towards him. It certainly wouldn't be the last. He pulls you in closer, “You’re mine, and I’m yours, that’s it, fuck what everybody else has to say, I want is for you to be happy,” It was as if he were an entirely different man. This was not the Tommy Shelby you married.

This was a different side of your husband. One that you hadn’t known until today. Later that night, he actually wanted to keep you close him. He made you feel important, wanted, special. When you reach the house, you were still on high alert. Perhaps he'd already found out about your plan. Your feet are swollen and throbbing. It’ll all be worth it once your plan works. If it’ll work this time. Tommy undresses for the night. His eyes then motion to your dress, “Do you need me to leave or-”

“No, it’s fine, really,” you start to undress yourself. Tommy couldn’t help but stare. You could feel it, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what dear?”

“Like you’re going to eat me...”

“Do you want me to?” he playfully smirks. Your eyes widen for a moment then avoid his gaze. As if you were thinking about it for a moment before your head nods in approval. Tommy’s smile falters. His eyes are now hooded with lust. He strides to the bed where you sat. He’s seated right beside you. Holding your hands in his. He reaches in to caresses your jaw before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

He pulls back momentarily then begins to deepen it. He slowly drags the top of your dress down to test the waters. A gentle squeeze on your breast gave you a small jolt of pleasure, whining from the sensation of your now tender breasts. He stops immediately, “S’alright love, no need to be shy at this point, hm?” was that a joke? You couldn’t tell. He lays you out on the bed, removing his shirt in the process. Revealing a semi-fresh tattoo of what appeared to be your name right on top of his heart.

Your nerves always seem to get the best of you. You’re frozen and unable to move. Tommy looks up to see your petrified expression. His hands rub up and down your legs to help ease your mind. It didn’t. He’ll have to try and sink you slowly into comfort. To your surprise, he buries his head underneath your dress.

You pull your skirt up to reveal his blue gems looking up at you, with a pink tongue poking out of his gaping mouth. He presses the muscle against your slit as he laps at it hungrily. He traces it along your opening a few times, raising his head to give attention to your throbbing clit. Within a few seconds you’re already giving in. Your knees begin to weaken. They go lax as he laps away vigorously against your most intimate parts.

Tommy flattens his tongue a few times before dipping it inside. His nose rubs against your bud. He grinds his face against your sex. Moaning from the lewd act. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, hard. You’re practically melting in his embrace. Tommy eagerly laps you through a hard orgasm. Shutting his eyes to focus solely on his duty of making you cum.

You find yourself riding against his face shamelessly. In the blissful aftermath, you could feel his lips press a smile against your soaking core. Tommy raises his head. His mouth and chin glistens, “You alright love?” his deep voice is...calming, soothing even. He reaches to brush back a stray hair behind your ear. You nod and whisper a faint, “Yes,” for reassurance, reaching in to touch his scarred abdomen, “I want to touch you, please Tommy…”

He held your hand in his, guiding it towards his manhood. He wraps your palm around his member, stroking it against his shaft, “Like this…” after a few seconds he lets go. His hand reaches in to caress your folds. His digits tease your bud to your liking. Everything about it was sensational. A sparking interest between the two of you. Two souls combining into one being.

Tommy lets out a deep grunt before painting your mound with his arousal. His hand moves faster to chase your climax and soon you were moaning underneath him. He leans in to kiss you softly. Then again but deeper. You tilt you head up eagerly. He held his leaking tip against you bud, rubbing once, twice, then a third time against it, before sinking himself in.

Your mouth gapes from the sensual stretch deepening. Tommy hisses, his eyes flutter shut. Your open arms are his very own paradise on earth. They wrap around his upper torso as soon as he begins to pick up speed. Soon enough the both of you were became a panting mess. Calling for each other’s names. He takes his sweet time. Kissing, caressing, whispering sweet nothings to soothe his wife’s worries away.

Tommy dips his head into the crook of your neck to place a kiss before tilting against the side of your temple as he whispers, “I love you,” into the shell of your ear. He didn’t care if your feelings were mutual or not. He wanted you to know how he felt. Gestures like this from him were rare you knew that much. So why did you seek refuge in his arms every single time?

Hidden Treasure (Part 12)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Non con aftermath.

Author's note(s): This is the final chapter. It felt right to end it here.

Tommy would have to face you again. Looking back at the way he tried to control now regretting it. If he could go back in time to change it he would. His first mistake was the very night he first took you. How scared you must’ve been, of him. 

Tommy remembers returning to the room after walking out. He carefully lifted you up from the now ruined bed sheets., all the way to the washroom. A bath had already been prepared by him. Tommy gently places you into the tub. His trousers are soaked yet he doesn’t acknowledge it.

As soon as your lower half is dipped into the warm bath, you cry out from the ripples of pain traveling to your core. Your body coils in agony, almost slipping out of his arms. His sturdy biceps wrap around your upper half. He doesn’t let go until you’ve found a comfortable sitting position. He turns around briefly to grab a washcloth placed on the corner of the sink.

He rubs it against a bar of soap until it’s foamy then crouches down to your level. Your body cowers away from his reach. He stills, “Stop,” he whispers. You look down, mentally trying your hardest to think of being anywhere else but here. When his hand reaches between your legs to clean there’s a streak of red that swirls from your womanhood. It sways in the water before dispersing. You’ve never felt so weak. So broken. You give up, shriveling into a sobbing mess.

Your vision is cloudy enough to not notice Tommy reaching in to rub small circles against your back. Suds rinsing off the long day spent putting on a happy face. Tommy scratches his fingers against your scalp. He made sure to cover every corner. He lifts a small bucket to pour over your head. Then drains the tub after finishing. He grabs a nearby towel. His hands, the same ones that have been through war, were used to pat you dry before wrapping a robe around you. It was a wedding gift from a guest.

Tommy held your hand as you stepped out of the tub. His bends down and wraps an arm just below your rear before hoisting you up bridal style Your chest collides with his. Your arms reach up involuntarily to wrap around his neck that had already been wet from sweating. He gently places you on the bed. Carefully laying your head against the pillows. He retrieves a shirt from his dresser. You dare not to look up when you see his legs in front of you. He holds the clothing in front of him, “Change into this,” before handing it over.

You take it with trembling hands. You slide the robe off your shoulders whilst trying to hide your naked body. Modesty played a key role in how you were raised. An arm slides up but misses the sleeve. You try again only for it to poke out of the neck. With Tommy standing right in front of you it only made your nerves worsen.

He reaches in and you back away. He pulls the shirt off and matches each designated sleeve with its coordinated arm, “Hands up," he holds it right above your head. Your arms move from your chest, aiming them at the ceiling. His gaze fell down to your breasts, counting the fresh bruises forming. Ushering you to push your head out the neckline. He looks away before you notice.

You felt drowsy and numb. Your body leans against the welcoming bed. For a brief moment, you take notice to Tommy’s shirt thrown on the floor. A reminder of what had happened. He pulls a drag from his coat pocket, quickly lighting up a cigarette to rid him of his nerves. He pauses for a brief moment to rub his temple. For once, in a very long time, he doesn’t know what to do, “Fuck…” he really did that. Fucking things up as usual.

He made sure to turn off the light before leaving the bedroom. He couldn’t bear to look at the state you were in, and he knew damn well you didn’t want to see him either. Tommy kept himself hidden in the guest room while you healed. He crashes almost every piece of furniture, bashing his fists against them until his knuckles bled. That night he'd drank himself to sleep.

It had been years since Tommy had prayed in a church, or in general. He didn’t see the point because of it due to what he did for a living. There was a time not too long ago when he would visit with Grace and Charlie for Sunday mass. He never once went with you. Maybe that was a forewarning. This was a punishment sent to him.

All he needed was final chance of redemption. Just one would be more than enough. He’d make it up to you, in any way he could, for the rest of his life. Tommy prayed for your happiness, to live a long and healthy life, for you and for the child growing inside of you. He prayed that you'd always feel safe. And if he were lucky that you would love him unconditionally. Nothing less. Deep down he knows he doesn't deserve it. Even in times like this he was selfish enough to want you for himself. He gathered his thoughts along his prayers, ending it with an “Amen,"

5 ½ Years later You woke up in an empty bed. Surrounded by an array of assorted pillows. You kick your legs off the bed to find your slippers placed on the ground. You lift yourself off the bed with caution. With a steady hand placed on your belly. You rub it with affection, knowing that another little one was growing inside.

As soon as you drew the curtains open you were in awe. It began snowing, it was already winter. Six years felt like ages ago. You held a palm to your bump, “I’ll see you in the spring little one,” you cooed. As you waddled down the hallway you could hear the faint sounds of laughter. You peek into Charlie’s room to find Tommy playing with the children. Charlie and his brother Thomas, trying their best to entertain the twins. Adan and Ada would burst with giggles from their brothers’ silly shenanigans. Tommy held little Finn up in the air until he spotted you in the corner of his eye, "Mommy! Mommy!" the children gathered around you.

Tommy sits his son on his torso and stretches an arm out. Flicking his wrist up for you to come over. Soon you found yourself laying on the bed with your husband by your side. Your head resting against his chest. He places a chaste kiss on your temple. Your heart flutters from the affection, “Tommy,”

“Yes dear?“

You look up at him with hooded lids, “I love you,” a faint whisper escapes your lips, gazing into his eyes you notice that there was no longer the cold look you once knew. There’s warmth to it. To him. You lean in for a kiss. He returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you ever-so-carefully. Tommy sighs into the embrace, you’re the first to part away. Resting your forehead against his. Tommy’s expression is soft, vulnerable, "I love you…so so, much..." from the moon to the stars, and sky above. There was no limit to what he would do for you.

Years ago, Thomas Michael Shelby wanted to sabotage his arranged marriage at all costs. He never realized the day he lifted your wedding veil was the day he discovered a woman he would treasure for the rest of his life. A kind, gentle, yet strong wife who had given him a loving family. You smirked against his chest. He could feel the smile forming against his skin. His prayers had finally been answered.

Fin.

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Easy Money (Part 1)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break.

Author's Note(s): This may or may not have been inspired by Melanie Martinez’s ‘Tag you’re it’. Didn’t proofread, Also I’m making this into a series.

He was a hired hit man; he doesn’t risk leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the hefty bounty on his latest target.

His employer hired him to get back at a former boss. Some socialite known for being a complete bitch. Especially towards her male employees. He could care less. He was a hired hit man who doesn’t take risks when it comes to leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the hefty bounty on her. For a former employee to spend 10k per hour? She really must’ve been one huge bitch. All for some petty revenge porn.

He’d been given a location with list of written demands. A nightclub. The setting had been during their busiest hours. It was the same club where his employer’s ex coworkers would come to hang. A photo of his target had been provided. He searches the area for a familiar face. Soon enough he spots his hit.

There she is. He thinks to himself.

He strides his way to the dace floor, making sure not to lose sight of her.

Originally posted by doesanyonewannagetout

He stalks her from the shadows, eyeing the woman’s form up and down. His eyes feasted on the vixen swaying her hips to the loud music.

Cute little thing with a round ass. Doesn’t look like too much of a hassle.

He sways his body through the crowd, still eyeing the unsuspecting woman. He approaches her ever so slowly. He rocks his arms to the tune, blending perfectly within the crowd of party-goers.

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

He prepares to strike, knocking down the woman’s purse effortlessly. As soon as her wallet falls out he kicks it to the side. He picks up a lost lipstick and hands it to the unsuspecting woman, while slipping her wallet into his back pocket. She gives him a genuine smile, thanking him before turning around. He dances away, swiftly turning around to retrieve an I.D. then tosses her wallet onto the floor below. His mission had been accomplished. He already found what he’d been looking for.

This will be easy money. 

For the next few weeks the hit man plans it out carefully. Finding her address hadn’t been an issue thanks to the card. He would take his ice cream truck out everyday, circling it around her neighborhood to avoid suspicion. He’d been studying her schedule in order to find a pattern. After a while, the man had finally come up with the perfect plan.

3 Days later

Today was the day. He knew you’d be leaving work by now, “‘Excuse me ma’am,” the Iceman calls. You look up to find the voice coming from an ice cream truck. A man inside waves your way. He was seemingly ordinary, middle aged, with long brown hair and a beard. You couldn’t quite tell what his eye color was due to his thickly-framed glasses. He didn’t seem too suspicious. You’d seen him a few times driving around and handing cones to the neighborhood kids. You have a firm belief that looks can be deceiving. If the children trusted him, then surely he meant no harm.

He ushers you to come closer, “Would you like a sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,” You hop off the bench and walk over to the truck, “You would really do that?” when the man nods you’re thankful, “That’s so kind of you sir!” He hands you a Popsicle treat. He lets you know that they’re popular with the kids. You didn’t mind, after all it was free.

Originally posted by monets

You take in the first nibble. It’s delicious. You couldn’t help but bite back a moan of satisfaction. Your eyes shut blissfully as you take in a mouthful of the sweet treat, “Mmm ‘show good…” it feels as though you’re on cloud nine. This was much needed after the hectic month spent working in your company. With work and balancing your daily life. There wasn’t enough time to just enjoy the little things. Your tongue continues to lap at the sugary sample. But after a minute you start to feel bubbly. No..you felt...almost…sleepy? Your vision starts to blur. Your eyes flutter shut as you wobble to sit. That’s when everything went blank.

He carries the broad into his truck. Her breathing is slow. He could hear the faint air flow through her slightly parted lips. He stares at her cleavage popping out of her bra with every breath taken. Her skirt rakes up her leggings to reveal a matching garter belt and lace panties. He smirks.

At least she’s a sight for sore eyes.

Originally posted by cvlwr

He drives off until they reach end of town, where a secluded warehouse awaits them. His workshop is already set from the previous weeks of planning. He carries her limp body through the worn-down threshold. This is the first time he’s been paid to fuck someone (in a while). Usually he’d kill his targets on the spot and call it a day. But his employer had paid a shit ton for a show, and that’s exactly what he’s going to receive.

He’s already sporting a half hard-on but knows the guy wants a lengthy video. He’ll have to have a little help if he’s going to be fucking her for the next few hours. Can’t risk getting soft, not good for business. He’s gotta give the viewer(s) what they want. He lets out a deep sigh before popping a stimulant pill, mixing it with beer for an extra kick. He reaches into his khakis to retrieve his length, giving his shaft a few pumps until it’s stiff enough to stand on it’s own,

Ahh fuck here we go…

He has you sweating, naked, blindfolded, and gagged. It’s been 9 hours since you were abducted. Your tired mind doesn’t know how long he’s kept you. How many times he’s splurged his seed deep inside you. How many times he’s forcibly made you come undone in different ways. In some ways you never knew were even possible. He wraps his strong, chiseled arms around your waist. His hips jerk up into your sensitive pussy, causing a muffled scream to escape your gagged lips. Drool slides down your chin and onto the dirtied mattress. His breath hitches as he ruts into you at a manic speed. His mind is racing.

Shit! This pill is too damn strong! Oh fuuuck! My dick is on fire! I need to cum— quickly. I can’t fucking stop her pussy feels like goddamn heaven.

He pistons deep into your cunt, hitting your cervix at a brutally fast pace. Your breasts bounce up and down from him fucking your insides up. You could hear the echoes of his thighs and balls slapping against your pelvis throughout the empty warehouse. Your cunt makes lewd squelching sounds from being fucked over and over.

His breath was hot against your head. His long hair was dripping with sweat. His tongue licks a stripe against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the scruff of his beard against your cheek. He spits on his palm then slaps it on your clit. He grips your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing the poor bud mercilessly. Your stomach begins to tighten again and you panic. 

“Mmhmph!!!”

You whine like a bitch in heat. You shake your head and begin to sob again. No one could hear your muffled cries for help. You were too sensitive for yet another orgasm to be forcibly pulled from you. Your free arm attempts to push his hand teasing your clit. He slaps it away and has you coming yet again.

Your eyes roll back, while your back arches painfully. Your mouth slacks open. You can’t tell if you’re shrieking from the pain or pleasure as you cream around his member for what feels like the hundreth time. His grunting becomes louder and louder with each hard thrust plummeting your sore walls. You’d never been fucked this hard before. In fact, you’d never been fucked, ever.

His employer wanted to see him break you apart. All for his own sick pleasure. He also paid him double to keep you alive. So that you could live with the trauma of what happened for the rest of your life. What he didn’t pay for were the extra 6 hours of hardcore fucking. He lets out a throaty moan as his hot seed spills into your abused pussy once again. He’d lost count of how many times he’s emptied his load inside. Your stomach protrudes from being so full of his thick cum. There’s just one last step he has yet to complete, the cherry on top of his sundae. He lets out chuckle. He’d always remind himself of the golden rule:

See, the thing about someone with a lot of pride is, you have to break their spirit completely. So they’ll finally give up fighting.

Your kidnapper yanks the blindfold off, then ungags you. He reveals your now puffy eyes, your lips were swollen with marks where the straps were, and your face has a flush spread through the rest of your body. He grips the back of your hair, causing you to yelp. He tugs at your locks until you’re forcibly staring directly into the camera. 

He gives you an order, “Now, what do you say?” Your voice was hoarse from hours of screaming but still, nonetheless, you were audible, “Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” your eyes are now glassy. Your mind had finally been broken. He tosses you back on the mattress, letting you cry it out.

You can hear him lighting up a cigarette as he nears you. He reaches for a leg and pulls you to the end of the mattress. You not to open your eyes. He already threatened to slit you throat if you ever saw his face. He parts your thighs with gloved hands and sticks his head in between. His face is near your opening, examining the damage done. Admiring his work. He puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Shit…best pussy I’ve had in years. Might haf’ta carve it out ‘n wrap it for later..” he wiggles a brow. You shook your head vigorously, ”P-please..no..” you curl up into a ball and sob.

He just loves teasing you.

Originally posted by tomlhardy

He smothers you with chloroform. Muffling any cries. Darkness consumes you yet again.

When you awaken in a hospital room. The doctors informing you of a psychosis breakdown. You usher them for a DNA sample kit. Something to prove that you weren’t crazy. But by the time the results came in, there was nothing the police could do. You were told that there hadn’t been any DNA left behind. Those were the words told by the Sheriff. From underneath your nails, to the inside of your womb. Every part of you was ‘spiff clean’.

That’s when your world came crashing down. You gave up your position at the company due to the anxiety attacks. Allowing for your most trusted employees to monitor it’s actions. Not long after you were isolating yourself from friends and family. The trauma had you transferred into a psychiatric hospital for months, followed by another year of therapy. But the second year you start to pick yourself up on your own two feet again. Around the third year you decide to change your life for the better and began a startup business. 

You now owned a small thrift store on the edge of town. Your usual customers were mainly young teens or elderly folks. You would recognize each regular customer that would walk in. There had been this one customer in particular who would spy on you every now and then. You noticed his lingering stares before he’d leave the store abruptly. One day he decides to walks right up to you and actually start a conversation,

“Hey,” you look up, making eye contact with a pair of ocean blues. They reminded you of home. He scratches the back of his head, “I was wondering if we could maybe…go out on a date?”

For some reason he seemed so familiar. As if you knew him from somewhere else. You shyly look up into his baby blue eyes filled with confidence. You hesitate for a moment. Anxiety began to bubble up and you freeze. The man speaks up before you get a chance, “You know what, it’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean I’m a total stranger, and I well, I don’t want to seem like a creep. I understand if you’re not interested in a relationship at the moment. That’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing it up especially at your work—“

“Wait! I-I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off I’ve just never been asked out before—I’ve never even been in a relationship either. I should’ve said something earlier. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances, it’s just that I don’t even know your name,” You look up at him. Your face is beat red but you muster up the courage to speak “…I’ve got a busy schedule…so I’ll close early tomorrow?” your brows furrow, awaiting for an answer.

He smiles, “Robert Pronge, It’s a date, and ah..dinner’s on me,” he winks, sending small flutters to your heart.

Originally posted by marvelrose

The next day went by fast. You close the store a bit earlier than you had planned. Giving time to reapply your makeup in the restroom mirror. He waits at the front door. A warm light emphasizes his features, making them appear softer. He hands you a small bouquet of fresh flowers, you blush while giddily accepting them. He offers his arm to hold. While you confidently take it.

Originally posted by sensualrelations

How can someone be so kind and gentlemanly? You don’t see much of those nowadays…

Inside the restaurant were vintage couple’s booths. As soon as the both of you finish your meals you begin small talk. The conversation grows deeper and more intimate. You finally stop beating around the bush and finally ask him a question you’ve been dying to know, “I’m sorry it’s just that—I can’t help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?”

His voice is deeper, “You really don’t remember me do you?” He couldn’t hold back his laugh.

Originally posted by drunkxabi

He flings his arm over your shoulder until it’s gripping the side of your waist. He tilts his head towards your ear, “Don’t you remember me baby? I’m the same guy who kidnapped you all those years ago…” he snickers. You shake your head in disbelief. He nods with pouted lips, “I couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours…” he sighs, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle with tears.

He moans in satisfaction, “Oh keep doing that baby…you look so pretty when you cry…” he lets out a huffed breath against your face. You try springing from the seat in an attempt to escape. But his arms have a firm grip around your body. Before you could scream bloody murder one of his hands covers your mouth, “Scream and I’ll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?”

When you begin to calm down, he lets go.

Tears slide down your cheeks, “Please…what else more could you want from me…?” You sob. Robert holds you close to him. He whispers in your ear as if he were a lover,

“Everything.”

Hidden Treasure (Part 11)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Physical harm, Physical assault.

Author's note(s): We see it all unwrapping!

Tension rises within the Shelby family, and your husband is to blame for it all.

Tommy drags you into the living room. Where the rest of his brothers await. Finn is seated. Your eyes widen from the sight of his bruised and battered form. A cut lip, complimented with a black eye and small bruises that littered his body. There was a firm handprint right against his throat. As if someone had him pinned down. You were all too familiar with the feeling. There was no doubt that this was Tommy's doing. You could practically hear your blood boiling. Your maternal instincts kicking in as you saw red.

You twist out of your husband’s grip and rush towards the young boy, “Finn! What have they done to you?!” Your hands cup his face, causing him to wince in pain. He tries not to squirm in discomfort, “S’alright m’fine…I’m sorry I couldn’t help you...” he looks away in shame, defeat. Your heart breaks for him. Your hand combs through his hair cooing him, “No, you didn’t, it was bound to happen,” you turn around and make your way towards Tommy. You were tired of hiding, Tired of being silenced, Tired of smiling through the hell that he had put you through. You choose not to be afraid of him anymore. Enough was enough. No more. Because now? You were fucking fuming, “You…”

“Hello dear.” He replies nonchalantly. Keeping a straight posture.

“You bastard!” you shrieked.

“Nice to see you too—“Tommy’s head swings to the side from the slap he’d received. You grab him by the back of his neck, Like the many times he’d done to you and growl, “You could’ve done something to me for running off, but instead you had to take it out on Finn! Like a fucking coward!!” you bark at him. He turns his head around. Your backhand was much stronger than he'd expected. A faint trickle of blood drips from his nose. He swipes it with a finger to examine, “Not too bad...could be better…” judging your strike.

You hissed in his face, “Then fight back!" you slap his chest, "Fight back like you always do!” your voice begins to break, “Or is it because you don’t want your family to know? How much of a monster you were to me?!”

He pulls your wrists together. It was futile to retrieve them back. Tommy held you close, “I’m not going to fight you.” his voice is softer.

“Why not?!” you spat.

“Because you wouldn’t last, not in your condition,” as soon as he glances down your blood ran cold. Tommy had finally found your little secret. His eyes are glue to your belly, “For how long?” he reaches to caress the faint bump. You look down at his hand now resting against it and bit your bottom lip, “Since the last time we went to the Garrison,”

More specifically the same night he had dragged you out of the bar in front of everyone. Soon after firing his gun. Watching the people scatter through the streets, like sewage rats…it made your stomach twist.

Tommy’s voice breaks the flashback, “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is soft. His eyes show a genuine concern for your well being. You tell him your complete and honest truth,

“I was scared you didn’t want it, because it was obvious you didn’t want me, and you’re only now treating me different because I’m carrying your child...how…” tears began to welt, streaming down your cheeks, “…How could you be so cruel to me?” you sob. Tommy pulls you into his chest. You bury your face into his coat.

He felt a guilt like no other. He knew he had only himself to blame for everything that had happened, “I have not been a proper husband, and I understand why you would want to leave, being the circumstances that I put you through…and I’m sorry...“ his hands cup your face. His thumbs glide against your wet cheeks. Your face scrunches as you slap his hands away, “Then why’d you hurt Finn?! He was only trying to help me!”

Finn scratches the back of his head, “Well…actually I sort of…started it, as soon as they asked me, I started raining hell on 'em,” it was during the morning after. Tommy had plans to spend all day with you and Charlie. How long had it been since he’d slept that well? Too long for him not to remember. But to his surprise, he’d awoken to his wife missing. Part of him hoped that you were probably downstairs in the kitchen preparing for breakfast as you usually would.

No matter how often the maids would offer to help you refused. This was the one thing you had to yourself. He didn’t mind. It was adorable seeing you so focused on perfecting a meal instead of a tart. When Tommy arrived at the kitchen, he expected you to be seated already with breakfast done. However, you were nowhere to be found. All of the maids were gone as well.

At that instance Tommy knew there was something wrong, very wrong. He searches every room calling, yelling for your name. By now you were probably long gone. He picks up bits of his scattered clothes. Time was scarce. Every minute mattered. Tommy rounds up his best men, not to search but to interrogate. There was no way an enemy could’ve gotten this close to his house. Not without him knowing. Someone had betrayed him, he’s sure of it.

He finds out who when his brothers arrive. One of them is suspiciously late, Finn. When the younger Shelby arrived at the house he isn’t as alert as he usually is. In fact, he’s quite relaxed. Tommy knew it had all been an act. He stands right in front of him. He reads the younger boy like a book. What gave it away were his shoes. Finn had gotten new shoes a few days ago. In what situation would a young lad refuse to wear them? If they’ve been ruined. Finn must have been out last night during the storm.

Tommy’s hands ball into fists, he snarls in his face, “I’m only going to tell you this once Finn: Where. Is. She?” a storm was brewing inside Tommy. Finn remembers your promise. He remembers the way your lip quivered with fear of failing. He flashes his older brother a grin before tackling him to the ground.

But Tommy’s strength eventually surpasses his, the elder Shelby flips him over, holding Finn by the throat. Finn’s fingers dig deep into his arm but nothing would avail. John and Arthur have to pry them from each other. But like any other Shelby, Finn doesn’t go down without a fight. He gave it his all but against three soldiers. Only for it to end as a lost cause.

You smack his arm then pinch his ear, “That’s for making me worry!” then embrace him in a hug. For a brief moment he’s confused if you’re still angry at him or not but then relaxes in your arms. He chuckles, “The only reason why they’re allowing me to be here was because I told him that if he didn’t let me see you, I’d rat him out to Polly,”

You raise a brow, “And he believed you?”

“No, so I told him I already did,” He grins. You don’t know what fate has in store for Tommy. All you could do is pray for her to listen to your side of the story. It’s about time Thomas Michael Shelby dealt with the wrath of Ms. Elizabeth Gray. He knew at some point he’d have to tell her about their…marital problems. Him and his brothers had kept it a secret for far too long. Now everything had spiraled out of control.

He arrives to the church, the same one he had been married in, twice. Where he’ll have to face the Shelby Matriarch. Tommy sits himself in the booth right behind her. He sighs, “She wanted to leave me Polly,” his shoulders sink, “I’ve changed, more than what I was willing to at first, there’s no reason why she would want to leave now,” His fingers twitch in his lap, "I don't want to lose her,"

Polly turns around. Her temper had gotten the best of her. Slap after slap lands on her nephew. Her voice booms, “Have you gone mad?! Why does she want to leave?!” Echoing off the church’s walls. Polly throws in a few good smacks at him. Someone has to. “You’re a grown man Thomas, for fucks sake act like one! Stop relying on this poor girl to fix you–fix yourself for her! If you think you can just take and take from a good woman and expect her to be fine with it?! You’re a damn fool!” Polly almost falls out of her seat. She catches her breath.

She held her nephew by the shoulders for balance, “If any harm ever comes to that girl ever again, I will make sure to hunt. You. Down,” She huffs. Her expression changes to confusion when Tommy looks up, his eyes now glossed over, “How can I fix this?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Polly scolds before walking to the front to give a small prayer. As soon as she crosses herself, she promptly leaves, ignoring Tommy who now sulked all alone. After the war, he had almost lost all faith. After Grace had died, so had a part of him that believed there was something better. Then you came along. You, who had tried so hard to fix a broken man like him. What did he do to deserve a treasure like you?

For the first time in years Tommy decides to pray. He prays for only one thing: Your happiness. Whether it included him or not didn't matter.

Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, “I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.