A Not So Rude Awakening | John Shelby X Reader

A Not So Rude Awakening | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) have been on a few dates and now he's asked her to stay the night. They spend a normal night in bed, but the morning after is not like (Y/N) thought it was going to be like.

Warnings: drinking

Word Count: 3897

A/N: this was such a sweet idea. Thanks so much for sending it, anon! I hope you enjoy! :)

Requests are CLOSED!

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John Shelby wasn't someone who (Y/N) expected to become the serious girlfriend of. She knew of him and his family and what they did, being that she lived in Small Heath for her entire life. So when he entered her family's bakery one day, she expected trouble. What she got was the complete opposite.

He asked to buy several scones, saying that he had a sweet tooth and was craving them. (Y/N) happily obliged with his request and got them packaged up for him to take. Then he asked her for her name. She giggled and told him that it was on the tag that was pinned to her apron.

"(Y/N)...'s a beautiful name," he commented after reading it, his words making her blush. He then asked her what she was doing later that night. Told her that he was planning on getting dinner and wanted to know if she wanted to join. She agreed, wanting to learn more about the real John Shelby. The one she'd just now got a glimpse of.

And boy did she find out more about him. That dinner turned into him waiting outside her bakery to walk her home each night, and that turned into him asking her to officially be his girlfriend just a few weeks after they first met.

(Y/N) spent a lot of time with John, but she never went over to his house. There was no particular reason as to why, they just never went to his area of the neighborhood. They preferred to go for walks, go to the Garrison, or get something to eat. It always impressed (Y/N) when John was offered something to eat on the house just because of who he was. It was in those moments where she remembered that she was the girlfriend of a Peaky Blinder, who were the most feared gang in the city. Because it didn't feel like that when she was with John.

It was getting late when (Y/N) exited the bakery to lock it up. Like clockwork, John pushed himself off of the side of the building and made his way over to her side. "Hello, darling," he greeted her with a smile, letting her finish locking the door before he leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Hi, John," she smiled up at him once they pulled away, "how was your day?"

"Was alright. Your's?" he asked her the same question.

"Not bad. Mrs. Evans finally came in for that cake, so I'm not gonna be able to give it to you," she told him, giggling as he let out an exaggerated sigh. “I'll just have to make you a special one instead," she offered him a consolation.

A grin was back on his face, "I'm gonna hold you to that, (Y/N)," he told her, dramatically wagging his finger at her. She only nodded, smiling up at him.

"Where're we going tonight?" she asked after they'd been walking for a few minutes.

"Would you want to come to my place?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited to see how she'd respond to his question. "Maybe you could even spend the night...?" he added more onto statement before she could answer him. (Y/N)'s eyes widened at his offer. This would be a big step for them. Neither has been to the others house, and they certainly hadn't slept together before. Was she ready for this? John was sensing her hesitance and immediately went to damage control, "if you think it's too soon or that you don't feel comfortable with it, I totally get it. It's not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

She smiled slightly at his concern before she finally answered him, "oh no...I was just thinking that I don't have anything along with me that I can wear to sleep," she told him what had been on her mind, making him let out a long breath.

"Don't scare me like that, (Y/N)!" he jokingly exclaimed, knocking his shoulder with hers as they continued to walk. "So you'll come over?" he checked again after they'd walked a bit more.

"I'm still by your side, aren't I?" she jokingly quipped, making John chuckle and shake his head, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

"I'll take it as a yes," he grinned down at her, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers as they continued to walk to where he lived.

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"It isn't much," John commented as he opened the front door to his house.

"It's nice, John," she told him, a slight smile on her face as she gazed around the main living area. "Feels lived it," she said, her eyes catching the child-like drawings that were pinned up on the wall. She knew that he had younger siblings, so she just figured that it was from one of them.

"Oh it's well lived in alright," he nodded his head with a laugh, moving over to his cabinets as he started to look through them. "Did you eat?" he asked as he kept opening the drawers. "I don't have much. But I do have..." he paused, reaching into a cabinet then, "wine," he grinned as he produced it, holding the bottle out for her to see.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh. "I ate. Sandra brought some of the sandwiches she had extra of into the bakery today," she informed him, finally sitting her purse down on the couch that sat next to the fireplace. "But I will have some of the wine," she grinned and he nodded, a similar grin on his face. It was Friday night and she had just capped off a long week. She deserved to have some wine.

"We'll share some wine then," he stated, grabbing two mugs from the shelf before he moved over to where she was now sitting. He set them down on the coffee table before he sat next to her, opening the wine bottle and pouring some into each of the cup. He then handed her one before taking hold of his own. "To you spending the night," he grinned, clinking his glass with hers before they both took a drink from it.

"This is good, John," she stated once she tasted it, glancing over at the bottle to see what it was.

"I know. I stole it from the local eatery," he grinned, and (Y/N) couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He probably wasn't. He started to laugh at her expression. She just shook her head and smacked his shoulder, smiling as she took another sip from the glass. Stolen or not, she was going to enjoy it. "Anything interesting happen at work?" he asked after a few minutes had passed.

"No, not really. I just baked cookies and decorated cakes," she responded, shaking her head as she brought her feet up beside her on the couch. She surprisingly felt really relaxed at the moment, which was the exact opposite of what she thought she'd be feeling. It was almost like this wasn't the first time she'd been over his house.

"I'm sure you did that really well though."

"Oh, I hope I did," she smiled over at him, making him chuckle slightly before he grabbed her legs and brought her feet onto his lap. "How about you? Any exciting bets happen?" she flipped the question on him.

He shook his head slightly. "No. People pretty much put it on the horse we have the favors on. The races are fixed, so we know who's winnin' 'em," he told her, his hands dragging lazily along the fabric of her stockings. She sent him a confused look, so he decided to explain it better, "the horse we put the favors on is the opposite from the one we know is winning. The house gets all the money, the people, most times, leave with none."

(Y/N) only nodded as he spoke. She knew the nature of the business John's family ran. She was still coming to grips with it. The way John acted towards her helped greatly in her efforts though. She never had anyone treat her like he did.

The two stayed seated on the couch, talking about whatever came to their mind, as they slowly drank more of the wine. It had to be a few hours later when John suggested that they go to bed. He knew that she'd been at the bakery since early that morning. She surely had to be tired. And she was. She was just fighting off sleep because she wanted to spend more time with him.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he finally asked her, setting his empty mug back on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yeah. Sure," she nodded, moving her legs from his lap so that he could stand up. He stepped away from the couch and she followed him, walking two steps behind as they made their way upstairs and down to the end of the hall to what she guessed was his bedroom.

"I'll get ya some clothes. So you're not sleeping in that," he stated as he moved over to the dresser. He opened a few drawers and grabbed some articles of clothing before he moved back over to where (Y/N) was standing. "I hope these fit," he smiled at her as he handed over a pair of underwear and a cotton undershirt.

"I'll make it work," she smiled back at him as she took the clothing from his hands and held it in hers.

They just stood there then. (Y/N) was hesitant to go forward with getting undressed because, well to put it bluntly, they hadn't seen each other naked yet. John, on the other hand, obviously didn't pick up on her hesitancy, so he was just kind of standing there. No one spoke until (Y/N) inhaled a sharp breath, glancing around the room awkwardly. "I should probably leave the room...so you can get changed," he stated, scratching the skin behind his ear.

"Thank you, John," she smiled at him as he moved to exit the room. As soon as he was out, she stripped from her clothes and put on what he'd given her. John's clothes were a little baggy on her, but would work for the night. "John!" she called, the door opening a second after.

She watched as he reentered the room, his clothes now wadded in his hands as the only thing he was wearing was his boxers. "Figured I'd save some time and undress out there," he commented, dropping his dirty clothes in the corner. There were no other clothes there, so (Y/N) guessed that he either did his laundry daily, or had someone who did it for him.

"You're sleeping in that?" she asked him, clearly not thinking about her words before she said them because why did that even need to be asked?

"Yeah," he shrugged, taking a step towards the bed before he stopped and looked at her, "unless you'd want me to wear something else."

"Oh no. What you're wearing is fine," she brushed his statement off, "I really didn't think of what I was saying before I said it," she abashed then, her cheeks heating up slightly.

John only nodded, "oh. Well, ok then," he shrugged once more before moving over to the bed. "Care to join?" he questioned with a grin, and (Y/N) wasted no time climbing into the bed with him.

Immediately, he had her curled up in his arms, her legs moving to tangle with his. "Why haven't I slept here with you before?" she questioned, resting her head against his chest as she peered up at him, "like I already know that this is the best sleep I'm going to have."

"Had I known, I would have offered sooner," John replied, leaning down to press his lips to hers. His hold on her tightened as their lips stayed meshed together, her hand reaching up to rest along his jawline. Deciding to deepen the kiss, she somehow managed to move in his arms so that more of her body was pressed against his.

At this point, her mind was telling her one thing, but her body was reacting in a different way. She wanted nothing more than to take this further with him, but at the same time, she'd only know him for a few weeks. It wasn't her intention to have sex with him the first time she slept over. So her mind won, and she pulled away to hover over him slightly. "I'm sorry...I need to stop, John," she told him, trying to steady her breathing as she looked down at him.

"I'd of asked you to stay over way sooner if I knew I was going to get that," he grinned up at her, making her laugh and roll her eyes jokingly before she fell back into his side. "I understand though, love. I'm fine with waiting," he told her after a few moments of silence.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn't help but prop herself up on her elbow so that she could look at him once more. "Thank you, John," she smiled, pressing her lips to his once more before she laid back down, getting comfortable curled against his side. His one arm wrapped around her, his hand moving languidly along her upper arm. "I think I might go to sleep now," she whispered, stiffling a yawn as she spoke.

John chuckled slightly at her sleepy words. "Go 'head, darling," he whispered back to her, and the last thing she felt before slipping into sleep was his lips pressed to her forehead.

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The room had just been lit up by the morning sun when (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of a person, or maybe actually people, jumping on her. "John," she grumbled, believing that this was her boyfriend's doing. She found it quite odd that'd he'd choose this manner of waking her up, but at the same time knew to expect anything with him. Except he wasn't responding to her. "John, please stop," she groaned again, her eyes not open yet.

"Dad's not here," came a voice that was definitely not John's.

"Yeah. But who are you?" then there was another child speaking, which explains the feeling of multiple people jumping on her. But why were there children in the room? Was she dreaming at the moment?

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see four smaller children peering down at her. Their jumping had seized and now they were staring down at her with looks of surprise and confusion. "Hi..." (Y/N) trailed off, also completely confused at the moment. Why are there children in the room?

"You're not our daddy," the youngest looking one of the bunch pointed out the obvious, "where's our daddy?" she scowled at (Y/N), crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm wondering the same thing, honey," (Y/N) responded, trying to wrap her head around all of this. She assumed at this point that John had to be their father because they'd been referring to him as 'dad' since she woke up. Hell, they thought they were coming in to wake him up. And now they were met with some random lady.

Then one of the older one's eyes widened. "Wait a second...I think our dad talks about you," she said in realization, looking at each of her siblings as she spoke.

"Yeah! You're the pretty girl daddy tells us about!" another spoke up, realization flashing in his eyes as well. (Y/N)'s eyes widened. She didn't think that John'd be telling his family about her so early on.

"She must be!" the smaller girl exclaimed. "Do you have a name, Miss pretty lady?" she asked then, her question coming out of nowhere.

"My name is (Y/N)," she told the children, figuring what could it hurt. Well, what it could do is open up the floodgates of questions. But (Y/N) didn't know that until she was done speaking.

“Where are you from?!”

“What do you like to eat?!”

“How did you meet our dad?”

“Why do you think our uncle Tommy wears a different color underwear? We’ve asked him before and he says he doesn’t but dad says he does and we just don’t know why.”

So the first three were going to be easy, but that last one...she didn’t even think that the child knew where that one came from. (Y/N) took a deep breath, deciding that she’d go right down the line and answer them. The kids were all looking at her expectantly as she began to speak: “I’m also from Small Heath, although I don’t live close to here. I like to eat a lot of things, but chicken soup probably has to be my favorite. I met your dad when he came into where I work and asked me what my name was, and I...don’t really know how to answer that last question,” she ended her spiel with a little chuckle, looking at the youngest of the kids; the one who’d asked the final question.

The little girl shrugged. “That’s ok. We just thought that maybe you knew.”

“Which cat do you think is the fattest one out of all of them over at the bakery?” was the next question that was asked.

Before (Y/N) could answer, one of the other kids spoke up, “I think it’s Fivel. He’s always laying around and he doesn’t move much.”

(Y/N) just about gasped. Fivel had practically became ‘her’ cat after she started feeding him from the first day he showed up outside the bakery. He only ever came to her. "Hey! I don't think Fivel's fat...he's just the right size," she defended her feline friend, crossing her arms over her chest with a slight pout on her face.

"You work at the bakery?" the oldest of the kids questioned, wondering if that was why she knew who Fivel was.

"Yes, I do," (Y/N) nodded her head.

"Our daddy gets us treats from there a lot! They're always so yummy!" one of the younger ones cheered, a wide smile on her face.

"He only brings us treats from there so much because he goes to see the pretty lady that works there," one who was older stated matter-of-factly, making (Y/N) blush.

"You're the pretty lady!" the small girl exclaimed, pointing in (Y/N)’s direction. The older woman’s blush intensified. “Our daddy really likes you,” she stated then.

Almost immediately, one of the older siblings was smacking her shoulder, “dad said we weren’t supposed to tell!”

“Oops,” was all the little girl said, looking down at her legs bashfully.

John Shelby was entering the house from the early morning errand that his brother wanted him to run. He really hoped that (Y/N) was still here. He didn’t expect to be going out that morning. Arthur was down below screaming his name at six, and he wasn’t letting up until John came down. He quietly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to his room. He hesitated in opening the door though because he was able to hear voices from inside. Children’s voices. Getting on with opening it, he found (Y/N) surrounded by his four children. He should’ve known that they’d come in here looking for him. They woke him up like this every morning.

What he didn’t expect was to see (Y/N) smiling. Most women would be appalled by the sight of for young kids jumping on them at the early hour of seven in the morning, but (Y/N) was smiling. John knew then that he had to keep (Y/N) in his life for as long as he could.

“Daddy! You’re back!” his youngest daughter, Janie, exclaimed once she noticed that he was in the room. All of a sudden, the four children were scrambling off the bed to hug their father.

“Hello! Yes, I’m back,” he greeted his kids with a smile as he patted each of their backs. “Thanks for keeping (Y/N) company for me,” he said then as he grinned over at the woman who was watching him with a smile.

“You were right, daddy. She is a lovely lady,” Katie smiled up at him, which made (Y/N)’s heart swell. It seemed like she was the oldest out of the group, so it was good to know that she had her approval.

“She is,” John agreed with his daughter, still smiling over at (Y/N). “Why don’t you all get ready for the day?” he suggested, and the kids all nodded their heads before they filed out of the bedroom. John sent (Y/N) a sheepish smile before he moved over to the bed and sat on the side of it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“That’s alright. I got a very lovely wake up from them,” she responded with a forgiving smile. “Why didn’t you tell me you have kids, John?” she asked him then. She wasn’t mad at him. She was moreso confused as to why he left such a big chunk of his life out of their relationship.

He sighed before looking at his lap. “Most women around here hit the road after I tell ‘em I’ve got four kids. I didn’t expect to be dating again, to be honest, but me first wife died from illness, so I had to,” he told her the truth, feeling no point in hiding it.

“I’m sorry to hear that, John,” she laid a comforting hand on top of his. “And if it grants any solace to you, I don’t plan on hitting the road now that I know this,” she smiled at him then.

“Really?” his eyes lit up as he heard what she had to say.

“Yes, really,” she nodded, laughing slightly at his overjoyed expression. “They were super adorable. Just like their father,” she smiled, leaning over to run her hand down his cheek.

“Well I’m happy you think that,” he stated before he leaned closer to her, “because I wasn’t going to be letting you go so easy. I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N),” he admitted, making (Y/N)’s heart flutter.

“I think I’m in love with you, too, John,” she whispered before she closed the space between them at matched her lips with his. “Oh, John...” she stated once they’d pulled away slightly.

“Hmm?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“I think I’m gonna be staying over at your house more often now. I’m going to really enjoy spending time with your kids,” she pulled away more to smile at him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine with that, darling,” he grinned, leaning in for another kiss before he continued, “just so long as me kids don’t steal you away from me completely.”

“I don’t think they will,” she assured him, her heart feeling completely full at the moment. Most women would run away from a dating situation when they found out that kids were involved, but for (Y/N), it just made things better.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @look-at-the-soul

Masterlist

poor little fool

PAIRING joker unseen arkham prisoner/reader

SUMMARY the man down the hall is a point of great intrigue for you

WARNINGS implied joker, smut/dry humping, manipulation

REQUESTED yes/no (definitely not, who would request this)

WORD COUNT 2k words

why did i write this? I don't even have a gif for this character? i was gonna write about druig. i don't know what happened.

Mystery surrounded the prisoner at the end of the hall, the one prisoner who nobody wished to speak about. He was allegedly just as fresh to Arkham as you were. However, while you were there to do a simple job, the man was an inmate. There was no other prisoner who spiked your interest quite as much as the man in the corner, leading into the hallway in which the next guard over had jurisdiction.

Every day, Eli, the man working in that hallway, took food and other materials to the prisoner. He claimed he was doing you a favor by not making you work with him. Perhaps, he truly believed that he was. But your interest got the better of you, and they had always said that curiosity was what killed the cat.

Laughter filled your ears every time you heard silence. Maniacal and loud, scheming and rhythmic. At first, the sound frightened you. Made you regret taking a job at the prison, knowing that was the type of person you would be working with. But other guards told you it was only him that frequently acted like that. when you asked about him, though, you were met with more questions. No name, no answer of why he was even in prison. Nobody wished to speak of him, and it only made you wish more and more to know something - anything - about him.

Everything fell into place for you the night that one of your co-workers fell ill, leaving the single overnight shift in this sector completely open. You jumped at the chance, knowing that you would be forced to interact with the mysterious prisoner. Others questioned you, asked you if you were sure of if you were insane for wanting to take an overnight shift despite being untrained on it, but you knew what you wanted. That night, you were left alone in the prison. The cameras only worked when they wanted to, and with a simple check to the un-blinking device, you knew that you were in the clear.

As soon as you finished your rounds, you went to the cell you saved for last. The one with the man laughing away, as if someone had told the funniest joke he had ever heard.

“I’ve got your food here.” You said, glancing down at the tray. “Don’t really know your name, sorry.” Typically, pleasantries were a part of the script that was given to the prisoners. You’d always start with their name, ask if they needed anything else. But nobody dared invoke this man’s name, especially not to you - considering how curious you were about it.

“You know the code, though. Don’t you?” His voice was different from what you had expected. Irish, if you were placing it correctly. Somewhat raspy, probably from all of the laughing that he did.

“The code?” You questioned, setting the food down as you unfolded the paper in your hand. “The code to your cell?” You asked, holding the paper up where he could see it.

“Yes, that code. You know it?”

“Well… yes. Otherwise I couldn’t unlock it to give you your food.” It was becoming increasingly clear to you why nobody wanted you to interact with him. Eli was always in and out, quick as possible. But you were playing into his game, and the confusion he wanted from you, was something he was getting.

A hum escaped his mouth as he leaned a little closer to the cell door, close enough that you could almost hear his breathing next to you. “Perhaps you could use the code to come inside, I can tell you’re curious.”

A scheme. The scheme that you could often hear in his laughter. “Not curious enough to die, though.” You answered, hovering your fingers over the buttons. Each number you pressed brought you closer and closer to a decision. Aching, yearning to know his name at the least.

“How could I kill you? I have no weapons, the walls are padded. The next sector is close enough that a guard would be here before strangulation would kill you.” He argued, walking further away - as you heard a slight creak, you could hear him getting back into his bed.

The points he was making were something to take into consideration. Everything he was saying was correct, he couldn’t physically kill you even if he wanted to. Even if the desire to feel someone’s blood against his skin was strong, it wasn’t a possibility for him. It was the next thing he said, that brought you to your final conclusion.

“I’ll tell you my name, if you come in.”

His name, it was all you wanted to know in the first place. Quickly, you averted your finger from the button to slide open the object slot, opting for ‘open door’ instead. Slowly, you walked into the cell. You assured yourself that you had your emergency key card on you, as you shut the door. You could get out if you wanted, but he couldn’t.

“What’s your name?” You asked, walking closer to him. His face was scarred, as though a smile permanently remained on it. He was almost terrifying to look at, yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Perhaps a car wreck was too harsh a metaphor to describe a human being, but who knows how many people this man has killed.

“Aw, don’t jump there already. We’ve only started talking.” He pouted, leaning back on his hands as he watched you. As you set the tray of food down on the nightstand, you slowly walked closer. You were at least two feet away from him. As close as you should get.

A sigh escaped your lips, he was toying with you. Of course he was, you shouldn’t have fallen into this trap. “I can just look up your records, you know.”

“How can you do that without my name?”

“Cell number.”

“Well, if you could’ve looked me up by my cell number, you wouldn’t be in here right now.”

Ah. You were caught, that much was clear. Technically you could look him up by his cell number, but it would be reported back to your boss and would create a mess if you had to explain that you were ‘just curious’. Regardless, your deflated expression and less-than-confident body language was enough to send the man into another fit of his signature laughter. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your skull as you slipped your keycard from your belt, going toward the door.

The moment you were away, you felt a hand grab your wrist and tug you against a nearly heaving chest. “Don’t leave until I ask you to.”

The humor in his face was completely gone, and you were distracted by how quickly he had rushed over to where you were from how relaxed he was sitting on the bed. But the smile returned the moment he saw the fear in your eyes, as he pulled you over to the bed. You were completely at his whim, letting him pull you onto his lap as your knees fell at either side of his waist.

“Is this not more fun than sitting in a dark room, waiting for the sun to rise?” He asked, teasing and snideness clear in his voice as a hand trailed down your cheek. “C’mon, say something. I know you only took this shift for me.”

Your brain nearly short-circuited at that. “How? How do you know that?” It was the truth, but a truth you hadn’t told anyone. You claimed you took the shift for the money, and since you were young and living alone, it was a believable excuse. how could he have possibly figured out the truth.

“Isn’t it convenient that someone got ‘food poisoning’ the day you almost looked up my information? The friends you keep aren’t always the friends you need.”

The words left you completely dumbfounded. Was he accusing the girl who was sick of working for him? Or had he had someone kill her. The thoughts were cut short as you felt a hand slowly creeping down the front of your torso, leaving you completely conflicted. You should leave, you knew that much. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to. It was wrong, to allow him to slowly start to grind against you. Wrong, reluctantly follow your body’s impulses and return the motions. Yet, something about it felt incredibly right in your mind, in your body. The man had left you completely enthralled for weeks, without having even had a face to match the nearly annoying laughter filling your ears. Who was to say that you couldn’t allow him to enthrall you in a different way, as his hands reached around to rest on your backside.

“It feels right to be at my mercy, doesn’t it?”

No answer came to him, as you bit down on your lip. Even if the cameras weren’t working, the walls didn’t stop other inmates from hearing. You needed to be quiet, if you weren’t someone else could hear. Your job, maybe even your life, would be on the line if someone heard you giving into your bodily urges.

“Answer me.” He demanded, gripping your chin with one of his hands. The feeling of his hand on your chin was rough, it felt like he was squeezing harder than he needed to - but you didn’t mind, it somehow made it feel better.

“It feels good.” Your mind was effectively sizzled by the feeling, by the way that you knew you should’ve felt ashamed of yourself - but that shame never happened to come, because you could only feel completely and utterly lost in the feelings that were filling your body, at the sensation that having the hardened cock beneath layers of clothing applying pressure in all of the right places was giving you.

There was something so very forbidden about it, something so taboo and wrong, that only made it better. You wanted to hate yourself for what you were doing, to loathe what person you were going to be when you walked out of this cell - but you didn’t. You wanted this, you wondered if you had wanted this from the beginning. If your curiosity was sparked by attraction, attraction to the one person that everyone had wanted to be completely forbidden from you and anyone else who entered the prison.

Your movements started to become more erratic as he pulled you down against him, harder than before as his hips moved at a quick rhythm. Despite being clothed, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was most likely close to his climax. You could feel the slight throbbing underneath you, just as you could feel the throbbing in your clit as you quickly worked your way to an orgasm. It was quick, coming on like a freight-train as you reached your peak. Your hands gripped the man’s shoulders as his teeth bit down on your neck, undoubtedly wetting the trousers he was wearing with his cum.

After a moment, coming down from the high of your own orgasms. You felt him push you up. Quickly, he grabbed the key-card from your belt and pushed you toward the door, opening the lock for you and ushering you out.

“I- Your name! You said you’d tell me your name-”

“Another time. Don’t worry, more of these overnight shifts will be available.” He quickly returned to his bed, you could hear the movement of the tray of food as he sat down.

With a sigh, you proceeded to the room you were left to wait in, the office which you often found boredom in. But you weren’t bored, your mind was racing as you thought of what had happened. Of his face, of the lack of a name, of the promise that more shifts would be available. You didn’t know what he did to the overnight person, the one you were covering for, but you couldn’t find the urge in your own brain to care. It was clear why the others wanted you kept far away from someone as manipulative and scheming as this inmate, but, perhaps some things were best kept as a secret.

“A Full Time Nanny” – modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

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SUMMARY: You work as a teacher at a fancy London kindergarten. Little Charlie Shelby likes you the most out of all the women working there and soon you find yourself spending more time with him and his father.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another modern AU story and for this one I had an idea for a longer time now. It turned out to be quite long while it’s only the beginning to be honest… So the thing is I am willing to write Part Two but only if you guys want me to! 🙈 In this one Tommy is a single father but Grace is not dead, she’s in the USA and she’s not in touch with him or Charlie (a bit of out of character perhaps but I needed it for the plot).

WARNING: English is my second language.

WORD COUNT: 5,200

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Quite the Revelation

Part Two

Pairing: Inexperienced!Bruce Wayne (The Batman 2022) x (female) Reader

Summary: the morning after you take Bruce’s virginity, he decides he would like to try something else...

Warnings: bit of fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), tiniest bit of praise kink, minors DNI

A/N: yeah I just couldn’t resist adding a part two with inexperienced Bruce learning to eat pussy, bc I mean come on, we all need that in our lives, right?

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This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You awoke to the faintest morning light bleeding out between a crack in the blackout curtains. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and revelled in the feeling of the lush silk bedsheets that covered your body, the feeling of the expensive mattress underneath you. Those feelings, however, were secondary to the soft warmth you felt on your stomach; the gentle heaviness of Bruce’s sleeping head.

You smile to yourself as you look down at him, his cheek pressed against your bare stomach. Asleep his face looks so much softer, lighter, less lines of stress and worry. He looked younger, more vulnerable; it almost felt like something you shouldn’t have seen. But the fact that you were, that he felt comfortable enough to be with you like this, it just made the warmth of his skin against yours spread throughout your entire body.

The small smile on your face spreads further as the memories of last night flood your brain. Bruce touching you, you touching him. Him letting you be the first person he had ever touched like that, the first person he’d let touch him like that.

After you’d finished riding him on the sofa last night, making out for a while afterwards, he’d eventually carried you up to his ridiculously huge bedroom. He lay down on the bed, slotting in just next to you before hovering just above you to make out some more. It eventually built up to him losing himself inside you again. He fucked you soft and slow, taking his time to get used to the new position, his hips slowly finding their rhythm as he rocked into you.

He’d kissed you the whole time, just as you’d told him you liked. Kissed you even as he lost focus, pleasure taking over his body. His kiss became sloppy and uneven as he came inside you again, but your had heart swelled at the fact that he tried anyway, desperately trying to do everything that you liked.

He’d finished inside you again before you had the chance to climax this time yourself. He was still new at this and you weren’t judging him in the slightest for having a somewhat uneven rhythm and for finishing earlier than perhaps he would’ve liked. He was already way better than he had any right to be.

But it wasn’t good enough for Bruce apparently.

When he realised you hadn’t finished, he’d silently hushed your whispered reassurances of “Bruce it's fine” by lightly pushing you back into the mattress with one hand. His other hand found its way back to your wrecked pussy, messy with a mixture of both of your cum. His fingers quickly found your clit. He knew exactly what to do now and he hadn’t stopped until he’d made sure you’d cum.

You’d then got to enjoy his stupidly impressive shower in his stupidly impressive bathroom before the two of you silently settled into the equally impressive bed. You guys didn’t talk anymore that night, you didn’t need to. The two of you simply folded into each other and fell soundlessly to sleep.

You feel warmth spread to a certain area in your body as you dwell on those memories from last night. Your legs involuntarily start to squirm, your thighs rubbing together. A soft gasp escapes you when you suddenly feel a pair of lips kiss your lower belly. You look down to see Bruce, awake now, staring up at you as his lips pepper light kisses to your tummy.

“Hi” he mumbles against your skin, his sleepy eyes not leaving yours.

“Hi” you whisper back.

He just continues to look at you for a moment and you can see something creep into his expression. Something like a question, that uncertainty that you kept seeing last night. You reach out to brush some unkempt strands of hair out of his face, stroking his cheek lightly.

“What’s wrong?”

You tried to keep your voice steady and even, though inside you couldn’t help the bubble of fear that sat inside your chest... what if he regretted last night?

He shakes his head slightly.

“Nothing’s wrong” he murmurs. “It’s just...” he trails off.

You cock your head as you look at him.

Was Bruce Wayne... blushing?

“Bruce” you trial your index finger over this face lightly. “It’s just what?” You prompt softly.

He sighs quietly as he places another kiss to your skin, his eyes falling away from yours as he speaks.

“It’s just... I want to try something... if you’ll let me...” he mumbles slowly and quietly.

Your brows furrow quizzically.

“Try what?”

His eyes return to yours. They still look uncertain and wary, but somewhere behind that there was a kind of determination in them.

“I want you to teach me again... I want... to taste you. I want to know more of what you like” he finally says.

You almost let out a moan. This man was actually asking if you’d let him eat you out. Not only that, he was wanting to take instruction of specifically how you liked it. You were almost stunned into silence.

“Is that okay?” He prompts when you don’t answer.

“Yes, Bruce, that is more than okay” you smile at him.

He returns your smile and pushes himself upwards so that his lips meet yours. He kisses you soft and slow, your lips curved where the two of you were still smiling lightly. He brings a hand up to cup the back your skull, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moan quietly as he does so. You may be the one about to instruct him but for now he was in charge of this kiss.

Once satisfied with the position of your head his hand then moves to cup the side of your neck, his fingertips resting on your jaw, his thumb on the other side, cupping your face. He squeezes you lightly, eliciting a slightly louder moan from you. You unconsciously start to rut your hips slightly, anticipating what was to come. He’d hardly done anything yet and already you were putty in his hands.

“What do you want me to do next?” He breathes against your lips, his eyes meeting yours again.

You sigh as you attempt to regain your breath.

“Kiss your way down my body. Kiss me all over as you work your way down. Kiss me wherever you like, or wherever you think I’d like. And take your time.”

He places a last chaste kiss to your lips before he swiftly follows your instructions. He kisses across your jaw, making his way to your neck. When he reaches your pulse point, just below your ear, you moan softly again and buck your hips. Bruce registers your body language, clocking on to the fact that this was obviously a favourite spot for you. And so he stops there, taking his time to pay attention to that one area. He kisses and nips at the skin, swirling his tongue over where his teeth had been.

It was like instinct had taken over him. He assaults your neck and collarbones with an attack of hickys, kissing, biting and sucking at your skin. You knew you were spurring him on, the way your hands were tangling and fisting in his hair, the way your body was arching up into his touch, the way his name kept falling like a sigh from your lips.

After a while he eventually moved his assault lower. He peppered kisses across your bare chest; the two of you had both fallen asleep shirtless last night, attired in nothing but your underwear. He looked back up to you as he started the same assault on one of your breasts.

“Oh Bruce” you sigh as you let your head fall back, your eyes closing.

You pull tightly on his hair as he bites into your soft skin, leaving another litter of hickys over your breast. He then places a gentle kiss right on your nipple before he repeats the same assault on your other breast. The whole time you were arching your back still, pushing your tits up into his mouth.

After he was satisfied with his attack on your other breast, he again gently kissed you nipple, and then began to work his mouth down your stomach, getting lower and lower down your body.

When he’d shuffled down the bed and his mouth had reached the hem of your panties he slipped a hand under one of your thighs, helping lift it over his head so that your legs framed his face. You moaned at the sight of it.

Bruce. The Batman. Dishevelled and blushing face between your legs.

He seemed to have gained some confidence in himself after last night. You could see he was learning to take initiative a bit more. You could see how he was watching and listening to you and your body, gauging your reactions. He kept his eyes on yours again as he placed a gentle kiss to your clothed pussy. His eyes remained on yours as he pulled at your panties, pulling them down and off you. He groaned deeply at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of his face.

You see the quizzical look flash in his eyes again and you know his instincts had only taken him so far; he was now awaiting your instructions. So you sit up on your elbows slightly to watch him.

“So just like I taught you yesterday, you want to focus on the clit mostly mmm?” You tell him gently. “Just play with it with your tongue to begin with. Lap at it, kitten lick it, swirl your tongue around it. Then you can try sucking on it a bit. But, ya know, don’t suck too hard, be gentle with it."

He nods as he takes in your instructions.

“Oh, and Bruce?”

His eyes shoot back up to yours.

“When it comes to giving head, the sloppier the better. Use your spit.”

He nods again.

And then he’s lowering his mouth until his lips meet your pussy. His tongue darts out and finds it’s way between your folds. He licks up between your folds until his tongue feels out your clit. You gasp as his tongue slowly feels round your clit, circling it lightly. You feel your breathing start to quicken as Bruce gets to work experimenting with different techniques. He swirls and circles his tongue for a while, his eyes focused on watching you. He then switches to kitten licks, experimenting with both short and fast licks and then long strokes of his tongue.

“Fuck, yes. You’re doing so good baby. That feels amazing” you whisper through your laboured breathing.

All of it did feel amazing. He was doing as he was told, letting it get sloppy and messy, using his spit to his advantage. Every technique he tried on you felt incredible. His scruff was rubbing deliciously against your inner thighs, just adding to the overall sensations. The room was alight with your soft moans and gasps, as well as the lewd wet sounds of him sloppily devouring your pussy.

You could feel a slow burn climax begin too take its place in your belly. But also you could feel the ache inside your pussy, the want to have something in you, the need to be filled.

“Bruce” you sigh, you hand tangling in his hair again. “I need a bit more. I need you inside me” you whine as you toss your head back. “Use your fingers Bruce please, just like last night.”

He groans his acknowledgment against your cunt and you whimper at the vibrations. Bruce lifts his mouth off you for a second, looking down as he brings two of his fingers up to your entrance. Taking heed of what he was taught last night he runs his fingers through your folds, gathering a mixture of his spit and your wetness. Both of you moan as he sinks his two fingers inside you.

“Yes yes yes...” you sigh quietly, mostly to yourself, as he sinks his fingers to the knuckle inside you.

He then swiftly returns his mouth to your pussy, his tongue quickly finding your clit again and starting up again with the soft and slow kitten licks as he slowly pumps his fingers inside you. You moan loudly and let yourself fall back onto the mattress. Your one hand remains fisted in his hair, the other fists into the silk sheets at your side.

Bruce then begins curling his fingers inside you, brushing against that sweet spot inside you. At the same time he changes tactics with his tongue again, returning to the sloppy swirls and circles around your clit. That building feeling in your stomach lurches as that combination sends pure pleasure like fire burning through your body.

“Oh fuck Bruce, yes. Right there. Just like that” you cry. “Oh don’t stop, please don’t stop” you whisper frantically.

He groans against you and carries on doing exactly what he’s doing, edging you slowly but surely towards your climax. Your hips are bucking frantically against his face, to the point where he ultimately has to restrain you by pinning your hips down with his free hand, his fingers digging roughly into your skin. But you didn’t care, he was just making you feel so fucking good.

“Oh you’re doing so good baby. I’m close” you whine.

He groans again and devours you with even more fervour than before, his fingers and tongue speeding up just the slightest bit. But that slightest change in rhythm was finally just enough to tip you over the edge.

“Oh shit” you gasp as your orgasm rips through your body.

It’s an orgasm you’ve only had a rare few times in your life. The one that builds slow, like it starts in the very corners of your body before it centres and explodes through you. It was one of those orgasms that seems to hang perfectly in the balance for an almost unreasonable amount of time before you even get tipped into being sensitive. It was just one of those rare perfect climaxes.

You swear you can feel Bruce smile against your cunt as he laps you through your climax, slowly decreasing the pace of his tongue and his fingers, riding your through your orgasm and slowly out of it. When he sees your body convulse and jerk as he brushes over your clit he knows you’ve had enough, that you were beginning to get sensitive, and so he stops his motions.

He places a kiss to the top of your folds before pulling his fingers out of you and climbing his way back up the bed until his face was level with yours again.

“Was that okay? How was-“

You cut him off by grabbing his face between your hands and smashing his mouth against your own. You both moan into the kiss as you frantically move your lips against his, devouring the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“You’re fucking amazing” you pant against his lips.

You couldn’t believe this man was somehow blushing after having just given you the best head of your entire life. You kiss him again as you flip him over, pushing him down on his back into the mattress. You sit up and straddle his hips, admiring the view of him underneath you. You then lean forward and begin kissing all over his chest. You look up at him to see that quizzical look in his eyes once again. You smirk at him.

“What are y-“ he starts to murmur.

“Shhh” you cut him off, kissing lower and lower down his body. “I’m returning the favour....”

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A/N: I am so sorry this took me a while to get out, my brain and I are really at fighting each other atm when it comes to trying to get writing done. And yet once I did start this I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this!!😘🥰🖤

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welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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Burn little witch

Pairing: Knight/Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Summary: Thomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

Warning: fluff with a hint of fear

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: Requests are open!!! Message me if you want a second part!

In the far Westlands, a waterfall roared, loud and dooming. Great rivers running down hills and mountains were leaping and sparkling in the light of the rising sun. Different roads wide and narrow spread across the map. A house, a cottage of wood and stone, gave shelter to a young woman, yet old enough to know that the woods are a dangerous place a woman should never dare to set foot in. A fence high and thick bordered the small patch of land from the forest. Y/N had never feared the depths of the wood, had seen the creatures dwelling in the heart of the forest, yet none of them had dared to attack the woman who from afar resembled an elf dancing across the meadow of flowers. Her bare feet danced over the rich soil, walked and listened to the chirping of the birds sitting on the branches of dark oaks. Flowers grew under Y/N´s care who understood the tongue of birds who sang for her and only for her who gave them food when the crispiness of winter ruled over the land.

Her eyes widened, heard the galloping of hooves, heard the screams which never filled the forest in which she lived, but the thought of hiding did not come as Y/N searched for the cause of the commotion. She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and followed swiftly the animal resembling from afar a deer. Y/N clutched the basket tightly filled with healing flowers and herbs and ran.

The long dress was no longer white, the ends were greenish and adorned with traces of blossoming flowers. A silent prayer crossed her lips, hoping the horse was all right, that it wasn't hurt. Abruptly, Y/N stopped. Her hands shot up. She carried no weapons at her side, could not even harm an animal, and knelt on the ground. Moss gave way under her knees. The horse looked at her and came to a halt, seeing the woman kneeling and speaking in hush tones. Enraged hooves destroyed the ground, scraping it and making soil fly.

"I will not harm you; you need not to fear. I am a friend. Let me help you." Y/N spoke softly and remained seated.

The first thing Y/N noticed was that the horse could certainly not be a wild one, saw the leather saddle and reins, but no rider was near. No longer scraping the forest floor, the horse walked towards the kneeling woman who, with soft words, kept letting the horse know she had nothing to fear. Y/N rose and walked with slow steps towards the stately figure.

"Where is your master?" Y/N breathed, knowing the mare could not answer.

Clutching the reins, the young woman walked, sensing the shift in the wind, knowing soon moon and stars would rule over the land. The long hair framed her face, making her look like an elf roaming the forest, dancing and chanting in delicate tones and feasting on the painting of blossoming flowers.

"Come, I'm sure you must be tired and hungry, there's a stream by my house and I have carrots and apples and if your master doesn't find you, I'll take you to town, I'm sure we'll find him there," suggested Y/N.

Y/N was sure that a man must be the master of the mare, smelled it, smelled the heavy scent, the heaviness of burning branches and death. The horse followed the young woman through the forest. Branches moved in the stiff wind. No road nor path led to the house in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was two days away, and the nearest village was a day's ride. The brown horse did not hesitate and after a few trees which looked alike, the cottage appeared behind dark oaks and bushes. The brook babbled and sang. Y/N allowed the horse to enter the garden flowers first, not wanting to call it a horse but didn’t know the name. The garden was small and tranquil, flowers flourishing under her care on the small patch of lush green land of hundreds of flowers.

The elf-like woman prepared the bed of straw and hay, spread a pile of straw on the ground, ignoring the voice in her head telling her that this material was needed for the roof she had to repair before the wind would shift and bitter cold would reign over the land. The mare feasted on the hay. Y/N threw the old tattered blanket, which looked more like a scrap of cloth, onto the pile of straw and hay, next to the extra dry one she offered the horse to eat.

"Here you can sleep my friend, I wish I could offer you a better home but I can't, my house is too small but there is water and I will bring you carrots and apples. A long time ago I had a horse, but don't worry, I will try to find your master." Y/N breathed as she groomed the horse's coat.

The wind shifted and the stars announced the coming of the night.

"But now I must go, I'll prepare something for us and if you smell danger then call for me but there are no monsters near, they disappeared many years ago but still people are fearing to enter the woods and I can't remember the last time I saw a human and talked to one." Y/N joked.

Suddenly the young woman stopped and tried to remember the last moon she had last spoken to a human, but Y/N couldn't remember. Old memories brought tears to her eyes. She faintly remembered her grandmother who was taken away from her by the guards of the town and in the first months after the disappearance, Y/N did not understand why people despised her, but over the years in solitude Y/N quickly learned why hate dwelled in the hearts of humans.

She stroked the animal's fur one last time before she made her way back into the house, from whose chimney smoke was rising and mingling with fog.

The water in the kettle bubbled. The house was small, but it was enough for the young woman who had once lived with her grandmother in the small and tranquil house. The carrots and apples lay in the bowl on the wooden table. The wind rose from its deep slumber. A known calmness ruled in the house.

The branches of the trees danced in the wind, but she was not afraid, knowing the horse would let her know if anything happened. She looked into the distance, let her gaze wander through the room, and came to a stop at one of the two windows from which the forest could be seen in all its beauty. The trees were tall and dark, branches danced in the wind. In the distance, she thought she could hear the trampling of deers as they dashed through the forest like hunted animals. In the far land, she heard the babbling of the brook, knew that in the far east a waterfall raged which ended in a lake which then flowed into more than twenty rivers which supplied the forest with water, gave water to animals and allowed plants to blossom.

Y/N did not see the eyes as they settled on her. A sound crossed her lips and, for the first time, she cursed herself that no sword was in her possession. She took a step back, clenching her hands into fists even though she knew she could not defend herself even if she had to. Suddenly there was a change in the wind. The figure was tall. Fast Y/N took the broom, ready to chase away the man who had dared to enter her house.

"Get out." she screeched from the depths of her lungs.

The eyes of a wolf, blue as the sky, pierced through her skin. The sword craved blood and destruction. He was at least five heads taller than her and with his little finger, he would bring her death. Perplex, the knight looked around, sure he would find someone else in the old cottage in the deepest parts of the woods. Herbs hung from the pillars, but he saw at first glance that they were good for tea and healing potions. Silver chanted as he stepped deeper into the cottage. Heavy armour which had to be heavier than she rested on his body seemed thicker than a dragon's scaled skin. The long coal-black hair was unmade, looked as if he had not seen warm water and soap or oils for several days. The young woman breathed deeply, trying to make it impossible for him to see the fear in her eyes.

The knight had spoken to a few people, but they all portrayed the witch as a hunchbacked old woman who was connected to the devil and fed on the blood of the fallen. Books lay sorted by colour on the shelves of dark wood. Pillars were adorned with dried flowers. No bones with traces of flesh still clinging to them lay scattered on the swept floor of light wood. A basket filled with apples lay on the table on which a no longer white cloth rested. The bed in the far corner next to which stood a small tub was simple and looked as if it would not last for a long time.

"You live here?" he said and Y/N nodded shyly.

The slayer of witches and creatures of darkness which kept people awake shook his head, feeling no magic in the house where he thought a witch had made her home and was bringing doom to people, and for the first time in his life, he was perplexed. The sword reflected the light of the blazing flames. Slowly Thomas put the sword away, saw no danger was radiating from her who was trying to protect herself with the handle of an old broom.

"Yes, me alone? And how can I help you? There are no monsters in this woodland, only me and the animals of the forest," it sounded more like a question.

Slowly she leaned the broom against the wall, listening to the water bubbling in the cauldron.

"The mayor said a witch dwell here and not a mere woman, said a witch was to blame for the dried fields and the empty wells,” Thomas said.

"My lord, the last time I set foot in a village or town was months, if not years ago. My grandmother, a woman who wanted to live in solitude with the animals of the forest once lived with me. One moon the guards came and took her away and I think you can guess what happened to her.” Y/N reported, looking at the tall man who was unlike any man she had ever seen in her life.

Y/N narrowed her eyes and stepped closer to the man.

"Are you hurt?" she breathed, noticing the blood on his fingers, forgetting that the man had entered her house with a sword. "Sit on the chair, I may be not a healer but my grandmother taught me many things." Y/N continued.

The slash was long and crooked. Thomas could not answer, looking down in shock at the woman who put her hands on his body and carefully forced him to sit down on the old rickety chair. He remained silent, watching her walk with quickening steps through the house and set about pouring warm water into a bowl of dried petals he had never seen in his life. He grunted and leaned back. The chair moaned.

"I won't look, please take off your tunic, I need to tend to the wound on your arm before it gets infected. Do you have any other wounds on your body?” Y/N whispered loud enough to know he could hear her.

Ashamed, she lowered her gaze, saw that he was shirtless and her reaction let him grunt. She shielded her eyes with her hand, but then she clutched the bowl and walked towards him again, who had not yet introduced himself by name. Amused, Thomas looked at her, sure that she was not afraid of him, heard her slow heartbeat and thought he could hear her thoughts racing to choose the right dried plants in the baskets.

"I see you have found my horse," Thomas said, looking out of the window.

"Oh, it's yours. I found your horse on my way through the forest. I was going to look for the master at dawn, but I'm lucky.", "And you don't have to worry. I took good care of your friend. I wanted to bring her carrots and apples and I made her a bed; she had no wounds so you don’t have to fear. Can I offer them something? I baked a loaf of bread. It is two days old, but it is still edible, but unfortunately, I don't have any meat nor mead." Y/N said and set the bowl of hot water on the table.

Again Y/N turned and took the bread even if the man hadn’t answered the question she had asked and offered the traveller the bread she had baked. Thomas hesitated, wanted to shake his head, but then he saw the look in her eyes and couldn't say no.

"Is the witch dead?" a voice broke through the calmness.

Her eyes shot up, couldn't believe her ears. Smiling, Y/N saw a man peering through the opening door. Questioningly, the man stared at Thomas, who was eating a piece of bread as the young woman cleaned the skin and treated the crooked wound running across his arm. The eyes of the man who must be traveller widened, could not believe his eyes, had expected a different picture. A bloodbath he had expected, guts flying through the air and words he could not understand, but let him know death would follow. Weakly, Y/N laughed, not noticing the knight´s eyes on her.