Female,20,African-American, Bi,Anime,Kpop

Word Count: 2,418

Writers Notes: So here’s another Peaky Fic, however I thought wouldn’t it be interesting if we looked into war Tommy… and Eleanor meeting in France in 1915… also yes the title is based off the song Love Is The Drug

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes, Smut

Pairing: OC x Canon

Plot: What happens when Sergeant Major Thomas Shelby meets his match one night in the Cabaret club La perle de Vénus,

Taglist: @shelbydelrey

1915

Tucked away near the red light district was La perle de Vénus. It was a hot ticket in Paris since it first opened with its beautiful women and drinks overflowing. It was no wonder that so many soldiers spent their days there in between battles, the inside though small had glamorous touches surrounding it, red velvet stage curtains, red satin table clothes, and even the women were draped in red taffeta, “Dépêche-toi!” Bernadette shouted. She was the house mother to the dancers and the mother to their leading lady,

“Antionette Royale il vous reste 10 minutes!” taking a good bang against the door,

“I’d like it if you’d just call me Eleanor…”  she grumbled, powdering her face and adding a fake mole to the corner of her top lip, “Virginia, mind lacing me up?” Virginia had been staring off at a few of the dancers, one named Mrytle, tying up her sister’s dress. She hadn’t noticed that she’d tied it,  "TOO TIGHT!“ Eleanor gasped,

"I’ll do it myself…”

“And I’ll do her myself…”

“Mère pouvons-nous parler?”

“Talk Andre…”

“I was thinking that perhaps when we head back to London…” his mother shooting him a cold icy glare, “If… we head back to London, that you should let me lead The Black Pearl Company and-” his eyes fell on two soldiers who were sitting at the bar, both with the bluest eyes and darkest hair he’d ever seen,

“Speak, boy, finish your thoughts…” catching where his gaze fell, “Andre,”

“Yes…”

“Why don’t you help your father with drinks, no?” pushing him towards the bar, “ Louis not only took care of the drinks but. He was the owner. With the success of his many vaudeville acts, it was no wonder how a family like his could afford such a place like this,

"What can I get you two gentlemen?”

“Absinthe,” the one soldier said, “And the fucking Sergeant Major ‘ere ill have an Old Fashion,” Andre rolled his eyes. If it were one thing he hated, it was the Soldiers who thought they ran shit or thought they were the shit,

“Here for the show, gentlemen?” Andre had asked, leaning up against the counter,

“Heard it would be a good one. A few friends told me Antoinette Royale’s performin tonight, eh.” drinking his Old Fashion, “Never seen her, but they tell me she’s beautiful,” he laughed as the other soldiers chimed in, “Beautiful she’s a fuckin Goddess!”

“Bit bitchy if you ask me,” Andre chuckled

“Andre!” Louis hit his son as he rolled his eyes,

“Can’t tell her shit from roses,” he grumbled. Hearing the music start, the girls were all in line as the curtain rose up. They’d start with the infamous can-can men shouting and throwing money at the slit bloomers under their gowns. They always were the crowd warmers before the main act,

“Lighten up, Tom,”

like imma bouta take off my belt cuz who he playin wit 🧐