crazyxreader

Summary: It’s a bad idea to wish for a fairytale.

Chapter 1: Fairytales have to start with a tragedy.

Chapter 2: Everything is more complicated at midnight.

Chapter 3: Hallways hold many secrets.

Chapter 4: Warmth turns cold fast.

Chapter 5: Court can be a dangerous place for many.

Chapter 6: Denial has a way of poisoning people.

Chapter 7: Recovery comes with confessions.

Chapter 8:  There are things softer than silk.

Chapter 9: Rejection is always heartbreaking.

Chapter 10: Sometimes scars have meanings.

Chapter 11: Hope changes everything.

Chapter 12: Love creates treasured moments.

Chapter 13: Bliss can disappear in a moment.

Chapter 14:  There is silence after the storm.

Chapter 15:  Happiness comes unexpectedly .

Chapter 16: A mask can hide everything

Chapter 17: Some fights are inevitable.

Chapter 18: Heartbreak changes people.

Chapter 19: Some visitors mean bad news.

Chapter 20: Some tragedies are kept hidden.

Chapter 21: Home can mean many things.

Chapter 22: No secret can be hidden forever.

Chapter 23: Then, truth comes out.

Chapter 24: Trust no one.

Chapter 25: Anyone can be dangerous.

Chapter 26: Witches are stronger than kings.

A.N: Oh my goodness it has been a ride! ❤😂 I can’t thank you enough for your constant support throughout this story my loves,  it means so much to me! ❤ I hope you will like this chapter, love you! ❤❤

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Every story needs an end.

Word Count: 4516

Warnings: Mentions of sex, threats and violence, death.

                                                           A YEAR LATER

You trotted your horse in the dark, humming a song to yourself you used to sing with Fin when you were still children. The moonlight gave you a sense of safety and filled your heart with peace, contrary to earlier times where the night would scare you.

But again, being scared felt more and more like a distant nightmare, nothing more.

You looked up at the ruins of Kaer Morhen, a smile you couldn’t stop pulling at your lips before you stopped your horse and jumped down, but as soon as you did, you heard the sound of someone drawing their sword.

“Show yourself,” the familiar voice reached your ears and you patted your horse to calm her down before rolling your eyes and pushed the red cloak of your hood to glare at him.

“Honestly Lambert, your hospitality is heartwarming.”

“Y/N?” his jaw dropped, and he lowered his sword. “Gods, I lost a bet.”

“What?”

“I told Geralt that you going there on your own was a sign that you would leave him soon.”

You shook your head slightly, “It is beyond me why nobody seeks your council with such wisdom,” you said as you walked beside him and gave the reins to one of the boys so that they could take your horse to the stables.

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Heartbreak changes people.

Word Count: 3137

Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.

You couldn’t sleep that night. No matter how much you tried, you just tossed and turned in the uncomfortable bed, painfully aware of Geralt’s absence in the room.

Not that you wanted him to be there.

In fact you weren’t even sure how you were going to look him in the eye from now on, after everything.

Just the thought of it was more than enough to make the tears fill your eyes but you turned again in the bed as the sunlight spilled into the room through the thin curtains and the voices coming from downstairs got louder and louder. You half wished you had brought your parchments and pencils with you, seeing that they were the only things that could even begin to distract you, and you also needed some breakfast after crying all night. You thought for a moment, then pushed the covers off of you and grabbed your dress to put it on.

Very well then.

The least you could do was going downstairs, instead of waiting for him like a heartbroken newlywed.

A/N: Fueled by having anxiety over a shitty paycheck…I give you Broken Glass XD

Warnings: Weed usage, swearing, mentions of blood

Words:4,083

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

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It was the fast clicking of heels in a heated pace and urgent, hushed whispers that broke Colson’s concentration as he took a breather from the studio. Outside in the cool Ohio air, he leaned against the brick wall, finishing off a joint. Once his head cleared enough and he realized he wasn’t alone, he went investigating. Puffing on the dying bone, he inched his way closer to the corner and peeked around.

Dark!Geralt of Rivia x Shy!Reader

Chapter Nine

Masterlist

Summary: You were a shy girl that worked on the tavern of your town, serving drunken men that came to drown all their problems in alcohol. On one of your busy days on the tavern, you grabbed the attention of a certain witcher. In which resolve you being taken away by the white-haired witcher. (Sorry I´m bad at summaries 😂)

Warnings: none I think, just Y/n becoming really badass

Words:1.500

Days have passed and the beautiful white snake came every day to see you. Telling you that he had broken the spell on Alice which caused Geralt to have a big problem on his hands, giving you a chance to run away from this hellhole.

Each day Geralt would walk in your room and force orgasm after orgasm out of your abused body, leaving you a weeping mess. And each time, the three magical words would come out of his rough lips, making you think that maybe, just maybe he really loved you. No! If he loved you he wouldn´t have made you suffer.

“Do you know what’s in that chest?” You ask the snake, rubbing gently his cold scaled head.

Yes.

His voice comes out rough, almost like a growl. You look down and put a piece of your h/c hair behind your ear.

“C..Can you tell me?” You look to his red eyes hopefully. Since the day that Geralt brought that thing into the house, you wanted to know what is in there. He said that was something for you in there but by his dark smirk on his lips, it may be something that you won’t like very much.

That chest contains your future… and it’s not a good future.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you heard his words. Your future? What does he mean by that? You think while looking to the chest in the corner of the room, remembering the strange black bottle that Geralt had put in there with such care.

Whispers begin to fill your head, soft and delicate. Shaking your head, you eye the chest suspiciously, seeing the runes craved in there shining bright. It was almost like the chest was calling for you, repeatedly your name over and over.

“What’s happening?” You whisper quietly, looking to the glowing chest in fear as you start to feel your body heavy and your eyelids fluttering shut.

Do not listen to the voices, Y/n! They are evil!

The guardian said with a firm voice, bringing you out of the daze. You rub your hands on your heavy eyes, trying to push away the sleepiness that the voices put on you.

“What’s in there, Guardian!” You asked, this time with a firm voice.

The Guardian sighs and crawls your arm, wrapping his cold body around your shoulders. Outside, you could hear Geralt shopping the thick logs for the fireplace. You could hear also the howls and cries from Alice coming from the cellar, screaming in a rage that she will rip every piece from Geralt and that she will put his head over her fireplace as a trophy.

There is an ancient power inside that chest… A power that the elves would give to their ´pets´ to last longer or to attach them to their world, connecting a human to a more powerful being.

He took a deep breath and crawl to the other shoulder.

But it can cause some severe consequences… some consequences that I’m sure that witcher doesn´t know.

You swallow a lump on your throat and close your eyes, letting some tears fall down. So, you will die in the arms of this monster or worst… became a monster like him.

“I´ve got to get out of here! Please! Take me away from this place!” you plead to the Guardian, fear spreading through your veins as you think about taking some of that horrifying liquid.

The white snake squeezes around your shoulders in comfort and rub his snout against your soaked cheek. Your breath begins coming out in little huffs and puffs, making difficult to breathe. The sounds of Alice howls and Geralt cutting logs starts sounding distant, the warmth around you become cold and starts spinning around.  

Y/n! Take deep breathes! It´s alright.  

The rich voice of the Guardian echoed in your head but you couldn´t focus on it. You fall down on the soft bed and clench your fist on your sweated chest.  

It´s too much! Everything that happens to you in these months, everything that monster did to you. Using you as he wishes, taking away a good life from you and torture your mother figure for his own pleasure. He has to pay for everything! He has to suffer like you did!  

Your body starts becoming hotter and your vision was blurry. Looking down, you saw some strange scarlet light coming out from your hands. What´s happening?! You move your gaze to the Guardian, seeing his red eyes wide in shock.

“W..What´s happening?!” you whimper, feeling a sting on your head. Suddenly you start hearing loud voices on your head, forcing a painful cry escape from your lips. ´Why don´t she loves me?! Everything I did to her was to show her how much I love her! She has to know that I know what´s better for her!´ Geralt’s voice sounded inside your head, making gasp in surprise.  

Turning your head to the side, you begin to hear a new voice. ´I will kill him! I will kill him! I will make him suffer for what he did to Y/n and to me!´ Alice´s snarls echoed in your head. You could hear their thoughts!

“G..Guardian? What´s going on?!” you stutter quietly.

Oh, Gods!… How could I have been so blind! You´re a sorcerous!

Your eyes almost jump from your face as you hear his words. Sorcerous?! How could you be a sorcerous? Looking to the side, a gasp escapes from your lips as you saw your reflection on the large mirror beside the bed. Your e/c eyes were now glowing dark red, your h/c hair was much darker and light reddish glow hovered it along the rest of your naked body.  

Y/n! Look at me!  

The guardian’s voice broke from your thoughts, making you move your gaze from your reflection to him.

You must have many questions right now and that everything is happening all the sudden but you need to listen to me!… I want you to try and channel your powers into your hands. Focus your mind on the power that is running on your veins!

He said quickly a while looking through the small crack on the wall, where he could see Geralt. You nod and took a deep breath, doing what he just said. Closing your eyes, you focus on the strange sensation running through your body. You could feel your veins become warmer as well as your hands. You try to shut down the voices inside your head but it was hard since Alice and Geralt have some quite loud thoughts.

Swallowing hard, you lift your glowing hands and look at them, awe by how they look.  

Good! Now put your hand on the chains and let your power run out of your hands.

Nodding, you put your hands on the cold chains and let the strange glow flue from your hands. A gasp fell from your lips as you saw the chains melt like snow, disappearing on the soft sheets. You look to the guardian in awe, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. The guardian chuckles and wraps gently his cold body around your neck.

Good work, Y/n! Now let´s get out of this place!

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Geralt sigh as he rubs his hand on his face, cleaning the sweat from his sharp face. Looking up, he sees the fluffy clouds in the clear blue sky. Today was a lovely day and he´s eager to finish his work outside and go to the comfort of his little princess.

Throwing the ax to the ground, he starts picking up the logs to get them inside but as he bends down a loud crash sounded in the house. His head shot up and what he saw made his mouth hang open as the front door opens.

Standing by the door was his princess and the werewolf but what made his mind go crazy was Y/n glowing hands and eyes. What´s going on? How did this happen?! He shot up from the ground and took a careful step forward, studying their movements. Geralt could feel the immense power coming out from his princess. He notices a white snake around her neck, glaring at him with his little red eyes.  

“Princes-”

“Shut up! Stay back or I will hurt you!” she snarls loudly to him, making him look in surprise to his princess. “You have been using me and torturing me every single day… You took everything from me!” she said while raising one of her glowing hands, lifting some old axes beside her.  

She throws them to him and by inches he could dodge, jumping to the side. Geralt quickly grabs his dagger on his belt and launch to her but Alice grabs him by the neck, lifting him high in the air.  

“I would rip this pretty head and hanging it on my fireplace.” Alice snarls lowly to him. “But it seems the Y/n has other plans for you.” with that she knocks him out with her fist and the last thing he saw was a wicked smile that he used to have on Y/n lips.  

Hello Beautiful People!! So, what do you think? I was thinking that maybe it would be good to make Y/n begins to face up Geralt and make her a little badass and yes, i made Y/n powers looking like Scarlet Witch 😂. I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!!

XOXO

Image credit: Myself @badwolf-in-the-impala​. None of the pictures are mine, just the editing. 

~Chapter 8~

Rating: Mature/18+ 

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x OFC.

Warnings: PTSD, drug use, alcohol use, smoking, language, physical abuse, sexual content, violence, angst…

Chapter warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, mentions of drug use, attempted kidnapping?

Disclaimer: This particular chapter does DOES CONTAIN an actual scene/dialogue from the show itself. I do not own any of that. I simply used it as sort of guide, in order to make the scene I was writing work.

Word Count: 4,108

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Nearly a week had passed since Althea’s last encounter with Tommy. She had seen him only once or twice since, just briefly at the Garrison on business, but mostly he had been absent from her usual daily routine.

The new Inspector had been causing quite a stir around Birmingham as of late – What with the Communists and that missing consignment of guns – And Althea suspected that had a lot to do with things. Aside from the usual dealings that the Shelby’s played a hand in; Not that it was any of Althea’s business. But people talked, and as a Barmaid it was hard for her not to listen, so she heard a fair amount of gossip pertaining to the Shelby family and their involvement with a number of unsavory and illegal, activities. Now, as a somewhat well educated woman, it didn’t take much for Althea to put two and two together after she began working at the Garrison.

But fortunately, Althea had never been one to stick her nose where it had no business being, and even though she now shared some kind of bond with Thomas, he had shared with her very little about his business dealings. Now whether that was due to concerns for her safety, or simply because he didn’t wish to tell her, Althea hadn’t the slightest idea. She was also more than a little unsure of whether Tommy was avoiding her or not…And that alone had sent her mind further into the downward spiral it was already on.

A.N: My loves, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Recovery comes with confessions.

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

You drummed your fingernails on the table, biting inside your cheek. Your stomach was making flips as you tried to ignore the nervousness nagging at you and shuffled through your sketches to distract yourself. A specific sketch caught your eye but you turned it over as soon as it did.

So what if you had drawn Geralt, without him knowing?

It’s not like he would ever see it, nor did it mean anything.

You looked up when Cassie knocked on the door, then peeked her head in.

“Your highness, Sir Leander is here as you requested.”

“Send him in please.” You said as you put your gloves on, then straightened your back, your eyes narrowing as soon as Sir Leander stepped inside. He curtsied,

“Your highness.”

“Sir Leander.” You nodded at him, “Take a seat.”

He looked almost nervous for a moment, and you tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. He did look quite handsome, with striking green eyes and wavy hair framing his face, there was no wonder why Fin was quite taken by him.

“I’m glad to see you well,” he said, “I’ve heard you preferred the solitude of your chambers and were feeling unwell.”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you said, “Were you….at the hall when the incident occurred? I don’t remember if I saw you.”

“I was there, your highness.”

“Oh good,” you took a sip of your tea, “So you had the chance to see personally what this curse entails.”

“I did.”

“Great,” you smiled at him, and slowly pulled your gloves off your hands. He sat up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Your highness, what-?”

“Do you know the punishment for harming the crown prince, Sir Leander?”

He eyed your gloves lying on the table, “No?”

“Exile,” you said, “Or death. Depends on the crime, really. People should really be more careful these days. I hear your family has a state at the skirts of the city, close to the countryside, is that correct?”

“We have been blessed with wealth, yes.”

“Very well.” You said, “Once the confinement is over, perhaps you would like to go there for a while…..a year or so. At least until the dust settles around here.”

He gritted his teeth, “Or what?”

You drummed your fingernails on the table, drawing his attention to your hands for a moment before you shrugged,

“Court is a very dangerous place these days,” you said, “Accidents happen, a lot.”

He blinked a couple of times, then leaned in, glaring daggers at you, “Are you threatening me, your highness?”

You smiled at him calmly, almost like a snake, then shook your head,

“Consider it as a suggestion,” you told him, and leaned in, “You’ve already seen what I would do to protect one of my brothers, Sir Leander. Would you like to see what I would do to protect the other one as well?”

Moodboard Credit: Myself @badwolf-in-the-impala​. None of the pictures are mine, just the editing.

Sooooo, hi there! I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything…But I just wanted to drop in with a little surprise for y’all. A little sneak peak for Chapter 8! Oh, and a revamped Moodboard! So, two surprises actually I guess. Anywho, sorry I suck at posting and for keeping you guys waiting…Also sorry this probably just sucks in general. This chapter has been a struggle. But I hope you enjoy this, and be on the lookout for the full chapter, SOON! ((It’s nearly complete, I promise!))

Previous Chapters – ((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7)) cause it’s been forever and even I don’t remember wtf is going on **sweats nervously**

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Several hours had passed since the meeting with Kimber had gone down, and Thomas – Or anyone else for that fact – had yet to return in order to escort a now intoxicated Althea home. Her patience growing thinner by the second as she stacked the last of the chairs onto the tables, pausing to throw back another shot of whiskey before glancing at the clock behind the bar; Ten past midnight. Althea heaved a heavy sigh and poured herself one final drink before cleaning up her own mess as she resigned to walking herself home. Figuring in her unstable frame of mind that things should have blown over, and that if Thomas had been so concerned for safety, surely he would’ve sent someone by now. 

“Shit…” Althea muttered to herself as the keys slipped from her fingers during her second attempt to lock up the Garrison on her way out. Forcing her to bend down unsteadily as she snatched them up, fumbling with the lock a little before it finally clicked into place and she shoved the keys back into the pocket of Thomas’ coat that she still wore. A heavy sigh leaving her lips as she began the long walk home. Her thoughts stuck in the past once more as she made her way down the street towards the tiny, run down building she called home. Completely unaware of the figure that tailed her closely from the shadows. Watching. Waiting.

Althea cursed to herself a short while later as she stumbled forward, tripping over a crack in the cobbled path beneath her feet, forcing her to stop in order to readjust one of her heels as she propped a shoulder against the building beside her. Her head snapping to glancing over her shoulder suddenly at the faint crunch of gravel that came from somewhere behind her. The chaos in her head quit enough now for her to notice the unnerving silence that had enveloped her. The streets desolate as she glanced around for the source of the noise, but there was not a single soul in sight. 

“Keep it together, Bennett…” She muttered softly to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger as she leaned her head back, resting it against the brick wall of the building behind her. Drawing in several deep breaths as she tried to gather her bearings and settle her nerves. Suddenly regretting the decision to make this walk alone instead of just staying at the Garrison for the night. But she’d already come this far. So with one final deep breath, she pushed away from the wall and pressed on.

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~Chapter 7~

((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6))

Image Credit: Myself, none of the pictures are mine obviously. Just the editing

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature/18+

Warnings: PTSD, Drug use, Alcohol use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst, sexual content. 

Chapter Warnings: Drinking, fluff, little bit of angst.

Word Count: 4,723

A/N: Sorry I suck and haven’t updated this story in like…forever. I seriously fail at trying to get my shit together so I can finishes these fics…please don’t hate me lol.

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When Althea awoke the following morning Tommy had already gone. Leaving behind in his place a very cryptic note scrawled in that immaculate handwriting of his. He apologized for his absence but he had business elsewhere that morning that needed attending to; but that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. Even offering her the day off if she wasn’t feeling up to it.

Althea heaved a small sigh as she placed piece of paper on the nightstand and pushed the covers back; sitting up as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. With a small stretch, she turned her head to glance out the window, noting that the sun was actually shining for once; a rare occasion. Her eyes widened slowly as realization suddenly struck her at how late she had actually slept as she noticed just how high the sun had risen.

~Chapter 6~

((Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5))

Image Credit: Me. picture not mine, but collage/editing is.

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Original Female Character.

Rating: Mature/NSFW/18+ (Might as well cover all the bases))

Warnings: PTSD, drug use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst. ((I will add further warnings for chapters that apply.))

Chapter warnings: PTSD, angst, injury, mention of blood.

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The sun had barely begun to light the cloud filled sky when Althea woke and began to gather her things. Careful that she didn’t wake Thomas who still resided in the chair where she had left him only a few hours prior. He had drawn the blazer of his suit around himself tightly in an attempt to stave off the chill that had settled in the room. His expression drawn, even in sleep. It made her frown, knowing all to well what he saw every time he closed his eyes. 

Sighing softly, she grabbed the thin blanket from his bed and covered him gently, his fingertips brushing across her hand as he subconsciously pulled the blanket closer. A small smile quirked at the corners of her lips as he relaxed a bit. Watching him for a minute longer before gathering up her medical box and coat; slipping out of the room silently as she tiptoed down the hall. 

“Leavin’ so soon?” Hand already on the door, Althea startled back at the sound of the voice. Whirling around to find the older woman from the night before standing in the doorway of the Parlor. A small grin on her face as she stared at Althea, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity.

“Sorry, I didn’ mean to wake anyone.” Althea replied. Suddenly feeling guilty for trying to sneak out…but at the same time, not wanting to overstay her welcome either.

“Nonsense.” The woman dismissed the apology with a wave. “I’m an early riser. I’ve been up awhile. Jus’ abou’ to have some coffee actually, if ye’d care for some?”

“Coffee sounds lovely, actually.” Althea gave a small nod, placing her things down by the door before following the other woman into the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table. Accepting the steaming hot mug with a thank you and a small smile. Sipping carefully at the bitter black liquid before setting aside.

“Polly Gray.” The older woman introduced as she took a seat opposite her. Giving a small smile of her own as she added a little cream and sugar to her own cup of coffee.

“Althea Bennett.”  

“So I’ve heard.” Polly said. Propping her elbows up against the edge of the table, her brow quirked as she studied the younger woman with a curious grin. Leaving Althea to raise a curious brow of her own.

“Oh?” She replied with a soft chuckle, before taking another sip of coffee. Her curiosity peaked as she waited for the older woman to continue.

“The boys haven’ stopped goin’ on since ye started at the Garrison.” Polly continued with a smile. “Specially Thomas…never shut’s up.”

“I find tha’ ‘ard to believe.” Althea chuckled at the thought. Given Thomas was usually a man of few words most of the time.

“So do I.” Polly laughed softly. “Ye’re quite the woman, from what I’ve heard.” 

“Well, I can assure you, I’m nothin’ special.” She dismissed with a shy laugh. Turning her attention to finishing her coffee in an attempt to avoid Polly’s scrutinizing gaze. Her dark eyes appearing to see straight through the facade Althea tried so hard to keep intact.

Polly sat back, still smiling as she watched Althea closely; but dropped the subject thankfully. Turing it instead to the topic of the new horse she had recently helped Thomas purchase.

“So, I ‘ear that new Stallion of Tommy’s is arrivin’ this afternoon? 

“Aye.” Althea nodded. “Was actually part’a the reason I was up so early…he’s a handful. Figured Curly’s gonna need all the help he can get.”

“Probably a wise decision.” Polly laughed. “Sorry if I’ve kept ye.”

“It’s quite alrigh’.” Althea smiled softly as she finished her coffee. “I appreciate the coffee.”

“Anytime.” Polly grinned. “John ‘ill take ye home. I’ll go fetch him.” Althea nodded as they stood. Making her way to the door and gathering her things while she waited for Polly and John to return. Not arguing against the escort, as it was still early, and one hell of a walk. 

“Thank you again, Polly.” She thanked once more before her and John stepped out into the brisk morning air. Polly giving a brief smile before closing the door behind them.

“She seems like’a nice girl.” 

“Aye.” Thomas replied as he rounded the corner, buttoning one of his sleeves as he entered the kitchen. But otherwise remaining quiet as he avoided the knowing gaze of his Aunt that was boring into him with the intensity of a thousand suns.

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It was pouring rain by the time Althea and John arrived at the Stables later that afternoon. Thankful he had picked her up in one of the cars upon his return, instead of walking. The transport truck coming into view as they approached, the unloading ramp toppled over as what appeared to be complete an total chaos unraveled around the yard.

The Stallion reared angrily as several stable hands tried to get a rope on him. Others fleeing from the wrath of his enormous hooves, seeking cover as he fought back; lashing out against his captors as he searched for a way out. 

“Stop the car!” Althea ordered before they could get any closer. John starting to argue, but was forced to slam of the brakes when she threw the door open and bailed out of the car. Running towards the out of control Stallion who had just found his opening, taking it as he barreled towards her head on. Bound and determined to take out anything in his path. 

Althea lost her footing as one of her boots caught in the mud, sending her to the ground as the horse continued to advance on her. John scrambling out of the car as Thomas’ own slid to a stop beside him. Not even bothering with the door as they raced toward Althea who had made it up on to her knees, raising her hands out above her head as she yelled.

“STOP!” 

The Stallion slid, his rear legs tucking beneath him as he tried to shut down his strides. Struggling to regain his own footing as he slid through the mud, Althea squeezing her eyes shut as he came to a stop just inches from her; rearing angrily as an eruption of noise sounded from one of the nearby factories. His hooves colliding with the ground, sending mud every where. His nostrils flaring and he whinnied out in distress. Althea pushing to her feet unsteadily as she reached out for him, grabbing onto the beasts halter with her left hand as she held her right out behind her to stop John’s advance, not realizing Thomas had arrived and already reluctantly done so.

“Easy boy..easy!” She spoke over the heavy rain fall as the horse tossed his head wildly. His senses overwhelmed by the plethora of new noises he wasn’t yet accustomed to.

“It’s alrigh’.” She soothed, stepping closer to the Stallion. One hand still on his halter as she struggled an arm out of her blouse; switching to the other side as she pulled it off and wrapped it around the horses head. Left only in her camisole, she ignored the freezing rain that pelted against her skin; her Jodhpurs and boots soaked heavily with mud and water as she stood, shivering. Stroking the Stallions neck as she tried to calm him.

“It’s jus’ noise.” She reassured calmly. Resting her forehead against his as she shushed him gently. “It’s jus’ noise, boy…jus’ noise. I got’ya.”

The horse nickered softly, his labored breathing slowing as he pushed his head against Althea’s; submitting as she tied the blouse in place around his eyes, allowing her to turn him carefully back towards the stables. Taking cautious steps beside her as she guided them carefully through the mud. The small crowed that had gathered stepping back to give them room as they entered the stable.

Althea nodding to Curly as he opened the stall door for her quietly, stepping back and allowing Thomas to take over as he entered. The Stallion spooking lightly at the sound of the latch clicking into place.

“Easy…” Althea encouraged as she reached up, settling her hands between the horses ears; gently applying pressuring to his poll as he lowered his head. Tucking his legs under as she guided him down, heaving a sign as he finally laid over. Althea moving with him to untie the blouse from around his eyes…stroking his forehead gently as he relaxed.

“Ye’re safe ‘ere…I promise.” She assured with a final pat before pushing herself to her feet. The Stallion sitting up, but remaining somewhat calm as she exited the stall. Venturing a little ways down the walk before a hand reached out to gently gasp her by the elbow, pulling her to a stop as Thomas stepped into view.

“Ye’re hurt.” He stated as he looked down at her, watching as she dismissed the comment with a shake of her head. The pain of her injury still blocked by the adrenaline that surged through her body. Thomas sighed.

“Allow me to reiterate.” He reached out to grasp her left wrist gently, pulling it up to expose the deep gash on her forearm. Blood mixing with the droplets of water that dripped steadily from her hair and clothes; hitting the floor in tiny pools of Crimson.

“Ye’re bleeding.”

“Oh…” Her brows furrowed together as she stared at the injury blanky. Remaining still as Thomas pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. Tying it around the wound before slipping his duster off and pulling it around her shoulders.

“C’mon…let’s go get ye warmed up, eh?” 

Althea nodded, allowing him to wrap his arm around her shoulders and guide her out to his car that was now sat idling by the entrance. Helping her inside before they sped off towards the Garrison. The ride silent as Thomas watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her expression having gone completely blank, as if she’d suddenly been pulled off into some far distant memory.

“Jesus bloody Christ, wha’ the hell happened?!” Arthur dropped what he’d been doing as watched his brother guide Althea into the pub.

“Bit of a situation w’ith the new Stallion.” Thomas replied as he snatched the key to his room and a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar. “She went down pretty hard, but she’ll be al’righ. Ye still got tha’ medical kit?”

“Aye.” Arthur disappeared for a moment before returning, handing the small medical box over. Eyeing Althea with a concerned expression before turning to his brother. “Holler if ye need an’thin’.” 

Thomas nodded, thanking Arthur before he guided them through the back and up to one of the empty rooms. Sitting Althea carefully at the table before moving to get a fire going. Gathering up a basin, some clean linens and a bowl of water before returning to the table and lighting up a cigarette.

“Al’righ, love.” He sighed, taking a seat in front of her as he pushed the duster away from her left shoulder; tucking it across her waist as she still shivered. “Let’s ‘ave a look at that arm.” 

Carefully he untied the handkerchief from her arm, exposing the wound for him to inspect as he exhaled a puff of air from his cheeks; brows raised as he studied it. The bleeding had slowed enough, but it would still likely require stitches. Something he wasn’t fond of, but could manage if necessary. Uncorking the bottle of whiskey, he guided her arm over the empty basin and poured the alcohol over the wound. 

Her green eyes shifted to watch his movements, but Althea never once flinched as he cleaned the wound. Not making any real movements at all – save for her shivering – until he began to suture the wound closed. Althea plucking the cigarette from between his lips as she took a long, and much needed, pull. The nicotine helping to ease the tension in her body slightly.

“Welcome back.” Thomas stated, careful not to take his eyes off her arm as he pulled another stitch through. “Ye al’righ?” Althea nodded, taking another pull before she answered.

“Memories…” 

“Happen of’en?” He asked casually, quirking a brow at her in question as he looked up briefly; pausing for a moment to take a drag off the cigarette she held out for him.

“More of’en than I’d like to admit…” Thomas gave an understanding nod at her response but didn’t press. “I jus’…wha’ happened with the horse? …” She trailed off as Thomas tied off the last stitch, cleaning away residual blood from her arm before bandaging it.

“The horses … from the war?” He finished for her as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey, taking a pull before passing it over. She nodded with a solemn expression before taking a sip from the bottle herself. Watching as Thomas stood to tidy up a bit, crossing the room to a small dresser where he pulled out one of his shirts.

“I never got used to it either.” He held out the shirt for her take. “Ye should change, make yer’self comfortable an’ get warm.” He gestured to bed beside the fireplace. 

“I’ll go see about findin’ somthin’ta eat.” 

Althea sighed as she watched him leave the room; the sudden absence making her chest grow tight with anxiety for a moment. The feeling soon replaced by the chill that seeped into her bones. Shivering as she stood, shedding out of her wet clothes and slipping into the shirt that Thomas had lent her. Drawing the collar up to her nose as she inhaled deeply, warm hints of amber and tobacco filling her senses as she closed her eyes for a moment before she allowed the shirt to fall away from her nose as she hugged her arms around her.

She made her way to bed, pulling back the blankets and climbing under them. Burrowing into the old tick mattress as she stared into the flames of the fire place. The shivering eased a little after few minutes, but not entirely as her body temperature struggled to return to normal. 

Enough time had eventually passed that she began to question if Thomas was actually planning on coming back. Almost drifting off to sleep as the bustle outside began to die down as evening neared. The sound of the door being opened drawing her back to consciousness as she sat up. Wiggling her fingers out the end of the sleeves as she rubbed at her eyes. 

“Sorry I took so long…had some business I got pulled into.” Thomas apologized as he set a tray on the table. Althea waved her hand in dismissal as she climbed out of bed, the shirt falling past mid thigh as she stood. Thomas averting his gaze and clearing his throat as she approached and took a seat.

“Thank you, Tommy.” She spoke gently as he handed her a cup of tea. 

“Consider it returnin’ a favor.” He replied, his lips quirking into a small smile as he slid a bowl of stew across the table for her as he took his own seat. 

Comfortable silence falling between them while until they had finished eating. Althea helping herself to another cup of tea before moving to stare out the window, watching as the rain still poured heavily from the sky. Clutching the warm cup close as she still struggled to get warm.

The clink of dishes being picked up catching her attention as she turned, watching as Thomas placed everything except the tea back onto the tray he had carried it in on. A sudden thought crossing her mind and escaping her mouth before she could stop it as he reached to grab his coat.

“Are you coming back?” 

Thomas paused at the unexpectedness of her question, retracting his hand from his coat as they stared at each other momentarily. Althea immediately regretting her words, about to apologize when his response silenced her.

“Do you wan’ me too?” 

Althea chewed her bottom lip lightly, remaining quiet as she thought for a moment before nodding her head in reply as she turned away from the window. 

“I’d greatly appreciate the company.” She stated softly. “If it’s not any trouble?” 

“’Course not.” He replied, attempting to hide the faint hint of a smirk that threatened to creep onto his lips. “Lemme take this back downstairs…grab some more wood f’er the fire. I’ll be back.”  

He took the tray and disappeared from the room again. Althea extinguishing all the lamps but one before climbing back into the bed and settling down. The majority of the light in the room now coming from the soft glowing flicker of the fire place. A soft sigh escaping as she listened to the rain pelt against the windowpane. 

The door opened a few minutes later as Thomas returned with an armload of fire wood. Kicking the door closed with his foot before crossing the room to place everything on the hearth. Adding more wood to the fire before settling in one of the arm chairs across the room. Althea rolling to face him, watching as the shadows cast by the fire danced across his face.

“You don’ have’ta sleep in the chair, ye know?” She stated quietly. Thomas quirking an eyebrow at her, almost as if waiting for her to say she was joking. But she remained silent, green eyes fixed on his expectantly; Thomas moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Althea scooting over to make room, watching from the corner of her eye as he removed his shoes and stripped down to his boxer shorts before slipping beneath the covers.

“Christ, ye’re bloody freezing.” 

“Mmh…and ye’re warm.” Althea replied, scooting closer the warmth that was radiating off of him.

“Not anymore.” He chuckled sarcastically, wrapping an arm around her and drawing the covers tighter around them as he rested his cheek against the top of her head. A contented sigh escaping her lips as she drifted off. His hand moving to tuck a few stray stands of her dark hair behind her ear as he closed his own eyes.

“Sleep well, Thea.” 

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~Part 5~

Previous Parts: (( Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 - Ch.5))

Image Credit: badwolf-in-the-impala

Inspired by:  Halsey - Colors

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x OC

Rating:  Mature/NSFW/18+ (Might as well cover all the bases))

Warnings:  PTSD, drug use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst. ((I will add further warnings for chapters that apply.))

Chapter Warnings: Alcohol/substance abuse, PTSD/Nightmares. 

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The weeks seemed to pass by in a blur filled with work, whiskey, cocaine, and avoiding Thomas Shelby. 

Althea had made it her soul purpose to disappear whenever he came into The Garrison or the stables. Her head had not ceased to stop spinning since the night his lips had touched hers so unexpectedly; and she hardly slept since. Her mind a whirlwind of emotions – many of which she had not felt in years –overwhelming her senses to the maximum level each time the memory came up. So she did what she was best at…she buried every feeling that had tried to  surface in an attempt to steal a breath of air, so that they might start to thrive once more, only to be shoved back down as far as she could manage. Not that it seemed to make any difference.  

Because Thomas Shelby was already in her head. 

~Part 4~ 

Previous parts: (( Ch.1 -  Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 - Ch.5))

Image Credit: badwolf-in-the-impala.

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Original Female Character.

Rating: Mature/NSFW/18+ (Might as well cover all the bases))

Warnings: PTSD, drug use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst. ((I will add further warnings for chapters that apply.))

Chapter warnings: Angsty feely stuff. There is some description of depression, drug and alcohol abuse…

A/N: So this is more or less a filler from the previous Chapter…I struggled with where I wanted it to go, so apologies if it’s kind of sucky. Hopefully the end kinda sorta makes up for it? Probably not, but still lol I hope you guys enjoy. And as also, thank you for all of the love and support <3 

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The remainder of the night was excruciatingly long as sleep eluded her like a fox that was being hunted by a pack of hounds. Her nightmares had been especially gruesome as of recently, and with events of the evening still fresh on her mind, a haunting reminder of the terrible things she had to endure. The things she never talked about; kept carefully hidden under lock and key. But much like a Monster, they couldn’t be contained permanently…creeping out to consume and eat away at her in the dead of night, with it’s claws wrapped around her throat possessively as it drained what life from her it could. Little by little. Chipping away at the woman she used to be before the war…before the Western Fronts…before the abuse, the death, the torment and the guilt that turned her into the soulless shell of her once former self.

Filling her hollowest parts with Cocaine and Booze to try and numb the mental anguish she face every time she closed her eyes. Praying that maybe one day she might start to feel alive again, even if only for the briefest of moments. She wanted to feel human; needed to feel. The thought of feeling something other than broken, hollow, and alone, was all that kept her going most days. That hopeful glimmer just always out of her reach as she slowly struggled beneath the crushing waves of despair and loneliness. It being all she could do most days to even get out of bed and go on living, when she felt as though that she’d be better off buried six feet under.

She was fighting a losing battle.

~Chapter 3~

Previous Chapters: ((Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4))

Image Credit: badwolf-in-the-impala.

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Original Female Character.

Rating: Mature/NSFW/18+ (Might as well cover all the bases))

Warnings: PTSD, drug use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst. ((I will add further warnings for chapters that apply.))

A/N: A little bit of angsty fluff in this one. Thank you too everyone who has been following so far, you guys are amazing! Like, Comment, Share <3 and as always, feel free to let me know if you’d like to be added to the TAGLIST! 

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Two weeks had passed since Althea began her new job down at The Garrison, and things were going surprisingly well; save for the few drunken brawls that occurred on occasion, she seemed to be a hit with the customers. Most of which were shocked at first by her crude sense of humor and tough demeanor. Given the fact that she was a woman, they expected her to be like any other Barmaid they encountered. But the first time she physically threw a man out for grabbing her ass, they knew she was not someone who could easily be taken advantage of.

Though there was still the occasional git who had to test the boundaries. 

“C’mon gorgeous, quite bein’ such’a stiff!” The man’s voice boomed over the sound of the crowed Pub. He had been badgering her for over an hour to go home with him, drunkenly boasting that he’d show her a way better time than any other man could. Althea simply rolled her eyes, trying her best to ignore him in hopes he would eventually go away…preferably before she completely lost her temper.

John and Arthur were sat at a booth in the corner keeping a watchful eye on the situation. Knowing well enough already that she could hold her own, only stepped in when absolutely necessary; occasionally taking bets on whether or not the bloke would make it out the door still conscious. The current situation proving no different as they could see the agitation slowly edging into her features. 

Tommy, Finn and Ada joined them sometime later, interrupting them mid betting conversation as they sat down. “She even know about this silly little game you Gits play while she works?” Ada exclaimed over the noise, a hit of annoyance to her voice at her Brothers’ antics.

“Oh, aye.” Althea chimed in as she approached with a fresh round of Whiskey’s, clearing the table of the empty glasses that were beginning to clutter it. “I get a cut off the winnings…an’ let’s jus’ say that John’s a wee bit of sore loser.” She chuckled. 

“Sounds about right.” Ada laughed as her brother narrowed a menacing glare in their direction. “I like her already!” She added as she extended her hand out in greeting. “Ada; though I’m sure know tha’ already.” Althea nodded her head in response as she shook the younger girls hand.

“I’ve heard a fair amount.” She replied with a soft smile, returning the introduction politely. “Thea. It’s a pleasure to finally meet’ya.” Clearing the table of the empty glasses and bottles, she gave a quick courtesy. “Jus’ holler if’ye need anythin’.”

“She’s bloody gorgeous!” Ada gawked as they watched her disappear behind the bar again before turning to her brothers, a wry grin creeping onto her face slowly. “No wonder y’er’all so twitterpated.” A yelp escaped her lips as a mystery boot connected with her shin from underneath the table. “Rude.” She snapped.

Tommy rolled his eyes, taking a long pull from his cigarette before clearing his throat in an authoritative manner. “If we’re quite done behavin’ like children, there’s business needs discussing.”

“No sense of humor…” Ada sighed dramatically.

Althea watched from behind the bar as their table conversed seriously; no doubt about family or business matters. Tommy’s sharp features holding that ever familiar air of seriousness she’d grown used to the past few weeks. Fierce Blue eyes able to hold even the antsiest of audiences captive when he spoke. Often even finding herself captivated by the alluring beauty that was known as Thomas Shelby. Always reprimanding herself mentally for staring like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush…but still, she couldn’t help herself from stealing the occasional glance now and then. Glancing away quickly and busying herself again before he could notice. 

Distracted by her own thoughts, she was caught off guard as the man whom she’d been ignoring most of the night, caught her round the wrist and yanked her forward; nearly knocking the air from her lungs as her chest collided harshly against the bar, sending several glasses crashing to the ground. 

“Nows I’ve got your attention.” The man growled, free hand coming up to grip her jaw tightly, dragging her close enough she could smell the Whiskey rolling off his breath with every word. “Hows about yous and I blow this shitehole, an’ I’ll shows you a nigh’ you’ll never forget.” He added, fingers digging into her jaw and wrist painfully as he held her captive.

“Why don’t you fuck off,” Althea spat back through clenched teeth, attempting to pull away, the mans vice like grip tightening at her words. “an’ go find y’er’self a whore.” The hand on her jaw dropped away to strike her sharply across the face; the taste of copper filling her mouth the same time her own left hook collided with the man’s nose. The feel of cartilage and bone breaking beneath her knuckles bringing a satisfied smile to her face as her other hand locked it’s self in the mans hair, bring it his face down to collide with the wooden bar before releasing him. His limp body slumping to the floor with a loud “THUD”, the whole room falling silent save for John who was swearing under his breath as he payed up the wager he’d just lost to Arthur. 

“Anyone else?!” She snapped as she looked around the now silent Pub as she walked around the front of the bar, depositing a bucket of water on the crumpled body that lie writhing in agony on the floor before bending and grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt, hauling him to his feet as he clutched his nose.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” He exclaimed as she drug him out the door, tossing him into the street. 

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” She shot back, the door slamming closed behind her as she returned to the bar. Snatching the money out of Arthur’s hand as she strolled by, wiping the blood away from her mouth on her sleeve. 

“Wha?” She exclaimed sternly from the other side of the bar, people quickly averting their gazes as they returned to their conversations. Althea tucking the money inside her apron and throwing back a shot of Whiskey to rid herself of the metallic taste in her mouth, while simultaneously cleansing her newly split lip; though it did nothing to quell the shaking of her hands as she returned to her work. Ignoring the heavy Blue gaze that was now transfixed to her every movement, like they were studying an untamed beast in a cage.

“She fits in exceptionally well.” Ada stated, sipping her Whiskey daintily as she stared across the table at her brother, who nodded stiffly in response, eyes never leaving the bar as he ordered John and Finn to walk Ada home; as well as instructing Arthur to make sure the man who had just been tossed didn’t loiter around as people started to leave for the evening.

Another hour passed before the Pub was entirely empty save for Tommy, and Althea who tidied up and counted out the till, adding that evenings earnings to the books quietly before setting it at the end of the bar for Tommy to lock up. Althea lighting up a smoke as he disappeared, pouring herself a generous three fingers of Gin, knocking it back all at once and placing the glass down gently as she stared off blankly. Tommy returning unnoticed a few minutes later, picking up another glass and refilling the empty one that sat in front of her; wild Green gaze snapping up to meet a calmer shade of Blue as the noise startled her from her thoughts. Althea drawing in a shaky breath as she took a quick pull off her cigarette.

“Thank you.” She spoke quietly, taking a careful sip.

“Where’d you learn’ta throw a left hook like that?” He questioned casually, lighting up a smoke of his own as he waited patiently. Blue eyes studying her features carefully.

“Combat Nurse is’a harsh profession.” She smiled in reply, the simple action forced and empty, void of any real emotion as she stared down at the bruised hand that held her glass. Knowing it would likely hurt more come morning. Tommy nodded, his expression softer than normal, understanding even, as he finished his drink. Standing and checking the time before returning the watch to his pocket.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you home.” 

Althea nodded stiffly, finishing her own drink before fetching her things and locking up. Walking along in silence down the street toward her apartment, noting the difference in atmosphere as people avoided their presence. A welcomed change compared to the usual catcalls and inappropriate slurs she usually received on her nightly walks home from The Garrison. 

“Y’er not goin’ to fire me, are’ya?” Althea spoke up after some time, breaking the thick uncomfortable silence between them, unable to stand it any longer as it stirred up an anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. He didn’t appear angry about the evenings prior event, but she still felt the need to ask…given this job really was her last chance.

He laughed.

And while it was a pleasant sound, the action catching her off guard as she stopped walking, watching as he made it a few more feet before noticing she was no longer by his side. Turning he walked back to her, studying her expression closely before speaking. “Why would I fire someone for somethin’ simple as defendin’ themself?” He questioned with a more serious expression. Althea replied by wrapping her arms around herself as she withdrew from the conversation, shrugging lightly as she stared at the ground. Tommy sighed, shrugging out of his coat as he placed it around her shoulders carefully, noticing how she shied away absentmindedly from his touch. Clearing his throat, he placed a hand gently at the small of her back to urge her forward as they continued walking.

“No…I’m not going to fire you.”He added gently, Althea glancing up him out of the corner of her eye, almost skeptical, but she nodded any way. “If anythin’, I should convince Arthur ‘ta give you a fuckin’ raise for dealin’ with the shit you put’up with.” He watched as the corners of her mouth quirked up briefly into a smile before fading. A more comfortable silence falling between them for the remainder of their walk; eventually coming to a pause outside the rundown apartment building she called home. Tommy insisting on walking the entire three flights up to ensure she made it inside safely without being bothered.

“Thank you.” Althea finally spoke, her tone softer than usual as she unlocked her door before shrugging off Tommy’s coat carefully before passing it back to him. Withdrawing her hand a little to quickly when it brushed against his, leaving her to clear her throat awkwardly. “Goodnight, Thomas.” She added softly as she stepped over the threshold into her home, Tommy catching the door gently before she could close it all the way.

“Tommy.” He corrected her the same way she had him on her very first evening at The Garrison. The gesture earning a genuine smile as she nodded. His hand falling back to his side as he took a step back, pleased with the reaction as he allowed the door to fall shut. Lingering just long enough to hear the lock slid into place securely.

“Goodnight, Thea.” He spoke to himself quietly as he turned to leave. Not expecting her to hear it…

But she did.

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~Chapter 2~

Previous Chapters: ((Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 ))

Image Credit: badwolf-in-the-impala.

Inspiration: Colors - Halsey

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Original Female Character.

Rating: Mature/NSFW/18+ (Might as well cover all the bases))

Warnings: PTSD, drug use, mentioned physical/sexual abuse, violence, angst. ((I will add further warnings for chapters that apply.))

A/N: I am absolutely blown away by the amount of Feedback I’ve received already for this story, and it hasn’t even been up for 24hrs yet! You guys are amazing and I appreciate every single one of you taking the time to read my stories. I only just started writing again recently, a few months back, after stopping a long time. I was originally posting on Ao3 and wasn’t getting much feedback and was super discouraged…so I took a chance and posted here, and I can honestly say I’m glad I took that chance! Because even though sometimes I suffer from insane writers block, or my depression creeps up and gets the better of me, or life simply happens and I can’t get new updates out as quickly as I’d like, you guys are always so patient and supportive. So for that, I give you all a huge round of applause! You’ve given my hobby purpose again and for that, I thank you. <3

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As promised, Althea returned to The Garrison after an hour as instructed. The Pub was still an absolute disaster, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t love a good challenge. Arthur showed her how to run things behind the bar along with what other tasks would need tending to before and after opening each day. She even went as far as to help the younger man from that morning –whose name she eventually learned to be John– haul up crates from the cellar and balance out the books before she set to work tidying the place up. Everything cleaned up and put back in it’s place in the span of Two hours; leaving the Shelby men who had gathered since her return, to stare in disbelief as she dusted her hands off and admired her handy work.

“Bloody fuckin’ Christ…” Arthur breathed in disbelief as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, looking around the now immaculate Pub in awe. “Wha’ever in the hell y’er on, I wan’some!” Althea laughed gently as she took and seat, lighting up a well deserved cigarette and taking a long pull, exhaling with a smile.

A/N: Another one shot. I wrote this one when I was going through some issues and reimagined it if I was with Colson. Hope you guys like it <3

Warnings: Kind of sad but fluffy

Words: 1,204

Gif is not mine

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Colson walked through the front door and groaned, loudly, as he dropped the red Gucci bag, letting the strap fall off his arm. It fell to the floor with a soft thump and he sighed. Glancing around, he arched a brow as he realized the house was rather silent, save the sound of running water. He took a few more steps toward the stairs and listened until he heard the muffled music. He sighed and jogged up, stepping out on the landing and slowly making his way into his room, where the music got much louder. He sighed softly and rubbed his face as he heard the songs that were playing while Rose showered.