Thomas Shelby X Kidnapped!Reader

Thomas Shelby x Kidnapped!Reader

An imagine in pieces : Requested? I think so?

Tommy was always precautious when you went out.

Finn or John would usually accompany you when you went out

But now it was Isiah who kept you company when you where out

“Stop looking at women like that Isaiah, it’s disrespectful.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

What a bean.

You had been a big fan of reading.

Once and a while Tommy would send you out to find new books to read so you could tell him all about it when he tried to sleep.

The library was like a maze and being the clumsy person you are, you lost Isaiah.

As you read around the library, you would hear Isaiah calling out for your name.

You wandered around and slightly panicked when he stopped calling your name

Turning onto one of the bookshelve corners, you saw Isiah on the floor.

Then everything turned black

When Isiah went into the Garrison, it was late, he was bloody and tired.

Tommy could have almost killed Isiah if it weren’t for Michael, telling him that Isiah is the only person who knows what happened.

“Send a search team, every man, working or not, I want them searching everywhere for Y/n, now!”

Tommy not sleeping for days until he found the first lead to who might have taken you.

Drinking heavily because you aren’t there to stop him.

Him not admitting that he misses you.

“We’ll find her Tommy.”

“I asked you to do one thing for me and you lose her. You fuckin lose y/n, Isiah! Do you know what that means?! That means I’m fuckin’ lost to shit because she isn’t here!”

People not realizing how much you meant to Tommy until now.

Tommy still not sleeping because at night he would go out and try to find you himself.

Polly trying to calm him down but knowing she couldn’t.

Everyone knew you where his anchor- Everyone.

Arthur staying up with Tommy a few days, making sure his brother was in check.

Ada reassuring him.

But when he got a clear lead. Oh how he almost killed every man in that room until he got a straight answer.

When they had located where they were keeping you, a whole mission was set up second by second to make sure you would be safe.

When he walked into the building, you were set up like bait.

Tied up onto a chair in the middle of the room.

Beat up.

Cut.

Bruised.

Soaked in freezing water.

His heart shattered.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Is Isaiah alright?” God, you didn’t think he could ever look so upset. “Is he alive?”

“He’s alright.” He slowly stepped closer.

“No, don’t. Don’t come near me. I’m bait, Tommy. We both know it.” He hated that you where right. “Make them suffer Tommy. It’s not like I can go anywhere.” The light chuckle that came out of your lips scared him. He knew that if this was your last moments, you would be okay with it.

As you sat in the chair, your heart started beating slower. You had been starved, dehydrated and beaten. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore but you determined to stay awake. His name would slip out of your lips a few times, trying to warn him that your body was giving out. But then everything went black again.

You were safe at home when you woke Tommy was by your side with the book you had picked out at the library. You dropped it when they took you. “Don’t be angry at Isaiah. It was my fault.” He looked at you, his expression was apathetic but his eyes gleamed.  “I wandered off on my own. He called out for my name when he couldn’t find me, I found him on the floor. That’s when they took me.”

Never have you seen Tommy so heartbroken You knew he was looking at every ingury.

The cut on your lip

The bruise on your cheek

The rope marks on your neck

“I’m alive, Tommy. That’s all that matters.”

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t. And don’t you dare give me some bullshit about leaving me because, “it’s the best for me” when it’s fuckin’ not. I knew what I was getting into and nothing will ever pull me away, Tommy.” You put your hand on top of his, as it rested on the lower portion of your thigh.“I made the most amazing mistake of falling in love with a Shelby and I’m never takin’ it back.”

Hail MAry im back, quick update on my life. 

Im alive, i still love tom holland and cillian murphy. I have fallen into the fandom of Sherlock and ¡ I have a boyfriend? Ill talk about that later. But I think i just needed some time to finally want to get back into writing. In two weeks its my spring break and i’ll be in france and Italy! My 11 hour flight will be for any writing and my inbox and request for anything is open 24/7!!! 

- Love, Me!

Blind Date Masterlist -Modern Thomas Shelby

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Till THE DEAD do us part Masterlist

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. I’m not good with synopses, so sorry about that.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister, when the world ended she had Lori, Carl and Shane. But did she really have them? Her brother was dead, her sister-in-law was sleeping with her brother’s best friend and her nephew was just a small kid. She had him, Daryl Dixon was no knight in a shining armor and she was no damsel in distress, but maybe they were exactly what each other needed.

Warnings: swearing, death, violence , blood, injuries, sex, smut. Minors do not interact. 18+ (with the time I’ll add more to the list).

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader

Chapters

Smut - 🥵

Chapter 1: Vulnerable ~ Moodboard Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Anything that reminds you of me ~ Moodboard Chapter 2

Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you ~ Moodboard Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Pinky Promise ~ Moodboard Chapter 4

Chapter 5: We’re all gonna die ~ Moodboard Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Are ya blind? ~ Moodboard Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Chupacabra ~ Moodboard Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Because it’s you

Chapter 9: I ain’t yer bitch, Grimes

Chapter 10: I’d carry it proudly 🥵

Chapter 11: I ain’t playin’

Chapter 12: You already have me 🥵

Chapter 13: This group’s broken

Chapter 14: We’ll not lose each other

Chapter 15: We’re definitely Lucky

Chapter 16: Ya know I hate lies, don’t ya?

Chapter 17: Of Kisses and Chapsticks

Chapter 18: I ain’t sleeping with Hershel

Chapter 19: After all this time?

Chapter 20: Feeling better D.?

Dividers of the chapters by @cafekitsune , for now it’s only on Chapter 17, but I’m thinking about going back and using in the olds too.

Paradise (Alfie Solomons x Fem!OC)

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) (Masterlist)

Summary: Alfie and Rose finally have a free day to enjoy themselves. The countryside is a good option, away from London and the noisy city. That willow tree seems to be perfect. Two teenagers in love, alone, eating pies surrounded by grass, ducks and a beautiful stream. Although Mother Nature decided that these little bugs were part of the landscape, too.

Warnings: Bugs -> 🐜🐝. || Fluff. || I invented Alfie's mom's name.

Words: 2.6k

This is the little memory I mentioned when I wrote this letter (part of this event) but you don't need to read to understand this. But, if you want to read much better. Also @call-sign-shark I used some things from your letter here.

1905

"If you touch anything in that basket I'll cut your hand off, Samuel!"

Seventeen-year-old Rose Coldwell was pacing back and forth in her house, preparing for a date with her boyfriend, Alfie. After more than two weeks they could finally spend a whole day together and, more importantly, alone.

Her mother scolded her.

"I'm just saying!" the girl said, looking at her brother.

"Like you guys are going to eat everything," replied the 12-year-old boy, closing the lid of the basket again, "you're going to snog all the time. Frankly, it's disgusting."

"You don't understand anything, Samuel. Don't you have homework to do?" she asked, but she felt her cheeks burning. Her middle brother wasn't so wrong after all.

"Yes, but I'd rather bother you."

"Mom, have you considered giving him up for adoption?"

Samuel stuck his tongue out at his sister before grabbing his book and pencil "No one would want me. I'd make life impossible for whoever adopts me just to come back here and bother you. Although I'd rather be adopted than have to listen to you 'oh, Alfie! I love you, Alfie! You're my love, Alfie! Oh, kiss me, Alfie!' " Samuel had clasped his hands together under his chin as he blinked repeatedly, tuning his voice to imitate his sister.

Mary Coldwell, the mother, could do nothing but laugh. So did little seven-year-old Louis.

"Go to hell, Sam," Rose said, wagging her middle finger at him.

The boy didn't respond, but kept smiling. Teasing his big sister was definitely his favourite pastime. In the not too distant future, he would defend her with all his heart, but now he was happy to make her life miserable.

Earlier that morning, Alfie had given her several plates of different cakes that he had baked the night before. She had carefully put them away in the basket her mother had given her. Rose put in two canteens of juice and some fruit she had stolen from the Evert mansion where she worked.

Before putting on her bonnet and finally leaving, she walked over to her little brother and wiped his face, "Don't make Mom mad, okay, Lou? And if Samuel provokes you, don't listen to him."

"I'm right here! I can hear you, you know?" Samuel looked up from his book to look at her.

"I know, that's why I told him." Then he turned to the youngest of the family again, "Did you hear me, Lou?"

"Yes, Rosie. Have a nice time with Alfie."

"Thanks, Lou." Rose then turned back to Samuel, "And you, keep an eye on the house, ok? Don't break anything and if you're going to play outside do it carefully."

Then, opening the basket she took out an apple pie and handed it to him. "Share it with Louis. And with mum, ok?

Samuel's smile was huge and Rose couldn't help but smile too. Her teenage brother was a nightmare, but she loved him. Finally she walked over to her mother and hugged her, "You'll be alright?"

"Yes. Go with Alfie and enjoy the nice day, you deserve it, dear," Mary said to her, as she hugged her, she whispered "take care of yourself...and tell him to look after you. We don't want a mini Solomons just yet."

"Mum!" now Rose was completely blushingm

"Rose..."

"All right. Yes, we'll be careful."

Turning away from her mother and taking the basket, Rose finally left her house. Her mother's words had made her blush. How did her mother know? It had been just under a year since she and Alfie had shared their first night together. But she hadn't told anyone. Whenever they were together it was always at his house when his mother was at work or asleep and they were extremely careful not to make a sound. Had Alfie's mum suspected and told hers? Rose didn't want to think about it. How would she now manage to see Alfie on the few nights they could share knowing that his mum knew what she was doing? Rose blushed again. It hadn't occurred to the girl that her mother had been young too. Or that Mary Coldwell knew her daughter well enough to know what had happened.

Rose forced herself not to think about it. Alfie was waiting for her at the end of the street with a bag slung over his shoulder and a smile on his face. He gave her a kiss as soon as they were close.

"I had a morning to forget," she said taking his hand as they both started walking. "Samuel is a nightmare and my mother...don't get me started on my mother. God, I need to forget everything."

"That's what I'm for. Today, my beautiful Rosie, we will have a wonderful date that will make you forget all your troubles."

"That's all I need."

A man who worked in the same bakery as Alfie had offered to drive both teenagers to the countryside and would pick them up in the evening when he returned to the city. That way the young couple would have several hours to be alone and finally enjoy the day off they both had.

Having left the chaos of London behind them, he and she finally arrived in the countryside. A little over an hour later, the man called Charles stopped his cart.

"Wait for me by the side of the road before the sun goes down, Alfie. If you're not there I'll go alone and you'll have to see what excuse you can make to your girl's family," he warned.

"Yes, Charlie. We'll be here."

"Right."

Without saying goodbye, the man jerked the horses' reins and rode away, raising a cloud of dirt around the young couple.

"What a kind man," Rose commented, rolling her eyes.

"It's not personal, sweetheart. Charlie's grumpy with everyone. But he's the one who told me about this place. It's beautiful and there's no one here but you and me."

Alfie was right. Except for the local wildlife there was no one. The day could not have been more ideal. From cloudless blue skies to a perfect temperature, everything indicated that he and she would be able to enjoy each other's company until the sun went down.

Perhaps it was too perfect. Mother Nature had other plans for the young lovers.

.

The willow tree whose branches touched the stream was a perfect spot. Alfie laid the tablecloth his mother had given him on the grass while she took off her shoes to make herself more comfortable. Alfie glanced sideways at her as she walked over to the water and dipped her toes into the water which was clearly cold. He couldn't help but smile. The dress she wore swayed in the wind and without her bonnet, the sun reflected off her brown hair.

Considering that his father impregnated every woman he could find, including his mother, that he'd fallen in love like that was certainly a miracle. Alfie believed that part of his being, that he wanted to be a powerful and feared London gangster was because his father's rotten blood ran through his veins. But when he looked at Rose, he knew that the gentleness that came over him was because Svetlana Volkóva, his mother, was part of him, too. And fortunately for Rose when Alfie stood beside her, the rotten part of Alfred Solomons Sr. that Alfie had inherited, did not exist.

"There are ducks!" she exclaimed, approaching him again. "Looks like they decided today was a good day to be here too."

He laughed "and I wanted privacy..." Alfie grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him "I suppose they won't mind if we..."

"Alfie, please don't say it! My mother created a trauma for me today."

"What the hell happened to your mother?"

Rose looked up at him as he still held her waist. She could feel his fingers moving on her back. "She implied to me that she knew that we already... you know. 'We don't want a mini Solomons yet' she told me. God, Alfie! She knows! Now every time I look at her I'm going to be thinking she knows I'm sleeping with you."

"So what? This is the 20th century! It's out of fashion to come to marriage pure, sweetheart. Maybe the most conservative people still believe in it, but it's not going to last. It's time to stop seeing it as taboo."

"I don't see it as taboo, Alfie. You well know I'm all for women's liberation and that includes sex, but it's embarrassing for your mother to tell you that. Couldn't she have kept quiet?"

"You're a fucking treasure. I don't know how many girls could say the word sex without blushing. I'm a lucky fucking boy, ain't I? Forget about it, okay? Your mother just wants you to be okay. Come on, let's sit down and forget about it. That's what we came for."

She had to agree with him. Sitting on the tablecloth, sheltered under the willow tree from the sun that was shining ever brighter, the two of them began to eat as they talked and laughed. He was telling her about the problems the bakery was having, starting with the owner, surnamed Terry, who despite having given Alfie work for the last three years, still refused to give him a significant raise. And Alfie was the one who was in charge of serving the people and also baking. At one point they both started laughing loudly when they suggested that the old baker and old Evert, who owned the house where she worked, should become a couple.

"It would be horrifying. Terry's not bad enough to deserve Lady Evert."

"He's a fucking bastard. It wouldn't hurt him to be with someone worse than him."

"You're going to be worse than him when you're in charge of your... 'bakery'" Rose said, air-quoting

"I'm not denying it. There's only one way to keep control and that's for everyone to know who's in charge. But unlike Terry, I'm going to be the most loyal boss and husband of all."

"Lucky your wife..."

"Lucky me," he replied kissing her. Taking his face in her hands, she responded to the kiss and put up no resistance as he laid her down on the tablecloth. All around were the pie and a half-eaten piece of fruit. In that moment and in all the minutes that followed, nothing existed for the young couple but the two of them.

.

Rose was the first to feel a tickle that had nothing to do with what had just happened between her and Alfie. Still in his arms, she shook her leg to get rid of the sensation but to no avail. She wanted to focus on Alfie and his kisses, but she couldn't. Then she felt a twinge.

"Ouch!" Rose finally decided to see what was happening. She had several ants walking up and down her leg and one of them had stung her. She waved them away, that made Alfie pay attention too.

"Fuck!" the boy stood up pulling up his trousers and looking around. The cake and fruit they had left there were completely covered in ants. Not dozens, hundreds of them taking over the food and having their own picnic.

"Bastards! Yeah! You bastards!" he exclaimed, trying to push the insects away from the food. He only succeeded in making them cling harder and sting his fingers.

"Not the pumpkin pie..." she wailed. "Damn it!"

"Uh! Fucking hell! Look at the delicious pear you brought me... it's missing."

There was nothing that could be done. It was impossible to eat that and it was even more impossible to stay there. Alfie shook the tablecloth hard near the stream, hoping that several of them would drown or be eaten by ducks.

Rose had seen another willow tree and they walked towards it. It was less plentiful than the other and further away from the stream, but it was pretty all the same. Alfie was grumpy. This was not how he expected to spend the day with his girlfriend. Until the ant problem had been fantastic, including making love to her. But those cunts had ruined the moment after that.

Maybe now he could relax a bit under the new tree. He put the tablecloth back and they both sat down together.

"It's all right, Alfie, it was just a stupid pear and your delicious pie. I'm sure you can bake another."

"But we're not going to enjoy it here."

"No, but we can find somewhere else."

The boy nodded. At least they still had the honey and bread. She rested her head on his shoulder as they ate in silence. He kissed her forehead. Alfie thought he could be like this all his life he wouldn't care. When Rose sought his lips, he reciprocated. Now she tasted like honey. Alfie was ready to be with her a second time, if she wanted him to.

Bzzzz.

If it wasn't for those flies buzzing in his ears... Fucking flies, Alfie thought, stroking her neck while kissing her.

Bzzzz.

Rose opened one eye as she heard the buzzing getting louder and louder and closer to her ear. And then she screamed.

There were bees everywhere and they were angry. This time neither he nor she had any reaction but to run. Only Alfie managed to grab the tablecloth knowing that if he lost it his mother would kill him, but the rest of their things remained all under the second willow tree, including Rose's shoes. The two teenagers ran until their lungs ached. Alfie was in a bad mood again. But that was until he heard her laugh.

Disheveled, barefoot and almost out of breath, Rose was laughing, resting her hands on her knees.

"Oh my God! We're going to remember this day for the rest of our lives."

Alfie had no intention of laughing, he was still angry at the ants, the bees and now he also resented the ducks even though they hadn't done anything to them. But seeing her laugh made him start to smile too, and he joined in her laughter.

Hours later, Old Charlie found them cuddling on a tablecloth by the side of the road. Alfie was sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around her, while Rose was between his legs.

"Why are you barefoot, girl?" asked the man.

"We were attacked by a swarm of bees," she explained. "My shoes were left under that willow tree and under no circumstances do I intend to go looking for them again. Alfie neither."

"And you have another pair?"

"Yes. An older one and I can borrow another from my mother or..."

Old Charlie sighed. Young people. That generation was lost. It was he who went down to the creek to fetch them, he could bring Alfie's bag too. Not so the basket floating in the middle of the stream. The ducks had carried it there. They both thanked the man. He was grumpy, but he also showed himself to be a good man.

The ride back to London was silent. Rose had fallen asleep on him and he held her against him.

Alfie looked out over the landscape that was turning orange with the sunset. The willow tree looked smaller and smaller in the distance. The sun was streaming through its branches, Alfie couldn't take his eyes off it. After all, it had been an unforgettable day. Once again, she was right.

Alfie thought that if paradise existed, it had to be that place. That landscape with the willow tree whose branches touched the stream plus the girl sleeping in his arms, that was his paradise.

Perhaps that was why twenty-one years in the future, while his body struggled to remain in this world, his mind would transport him back under that willow tree to that day which, although he did not believe it now, had been one of the most beautiful he had ever lived.

~ Series ~

Red Carpet

(Completed)

•• Cillian Murphy x Original Character ••

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Epilogue-Part 1 Epilogue-Part 2 Ask Game-Part 1 Ask Game-Part 2 Take It Slow (smutty extra)

Hope

(Ongoing)

•• Josef Gabcik x Reader (sans “Y/N”) ••

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Why Deny?

(Ongoing)

•• Leonard Miller x Reader ••

Preview - Part 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

(Completed)

•• Emmett x Reader ••

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

Enemies with Benefits

(Ongoing)

•• Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader ••

Preview - Part 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17: (1 of 2) Part 17: (2 of 2) Part 18

~ Randoms / One Shots /Not Quite a Series ~

It Should Have Been You

(Completed…maybe)

•• Tom (The Party) x Reader ••

Part 1 Part 2

After Hours

(Coming soon)

•• Robert Fischer x Reader ••

Mood boards Sneak Peak

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⇘A Mess-Volume 2⇙ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

About: A 5 part sequel to A Mess with lots of sex and drama and cute moments. The goal is closure and a happy ending so I hope you’ll all enjoy! It’s written over the course of the final seasons of TWD. So, Savior arc -> the very end!

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Ex Reader!Walsh)

Era: Alexandria Pre-Saviors -> Post Whisperers

Genre/Vibe: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Happy Ending

Warnings: lots of smut, profanity, TWD typical things, spoilers

cover art by the amazing @dixons-sunshine ! Please check out this lovely person’s blog!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Teasers ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

╰┈➤        “Must’ve needed that.” He smirked. “That attitude o’ yours was gettin’ kinda old.”

╰┈➤        “The hell’s goin’ on in here?” Daryl called into the disarray that was once his home. 

        “Daryl!” You gasped, skipping over to him and jumping into his arms. With his attempted killer preoccupied and another witness to his potential demise in the room, Eugene finally felt safe enough to stand up, both hands still hugging the Jack Daniels tightly to his chest. 

        Daryl tilted his head at Eugene as you dangled from around his neck. 

        “I — She’s crazy.” Was all Eugene managed to say.

╰┈➤       “I just—“ He took a breath to collect his thoughts. “She don’t know about none of it, ya know? I just.. I don’t look at her and see somebody I let down.”

        “Is that what you see when you look at me?”

        “No.” He shook his head. His gums were raw from how hard he’d been chewing at them. “I see somebody I’m afraid o’ lettin’ down.”

╰┈➤       “Wasn’t what?” You snapped, turning to face him, eyes blazing. “Wasn’t what it looked like? Yeah, right. Heard that one before.”

        Your body was trembling with rage. Considering the events that led to your relationship with him in the first place, you were infuriated that he’d be doing the same thing to you as your sleaze bag ex.

Part 1 - here

Part 2 - here

Part 3 - here

Part 4 - here

Part 5 - Coming Soon

Haven’t read the original series? Find all 10 parts on the masterlist! (Banner credits also linked on the masterlist!)

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