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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Emilia Hornby OC
Requested: Yes, by @madame-wilsonn
Prompt: ‘I heard you fell in love, or near enough’ - Arctic Monkeys
Summary: Seven years after she ended their engagement, Tommy shows up unexpectedly at a benefactor event at the library where Emilia works.
Warnings: Angsty, bad language, angry OC shouting at Tommy. Basically all the good stuff. I’ve messed a bit with canon timelines and relationships. It’s late in the 1920s but Tommy isn’t an MP at this stage.
Word count: 2427 CELEBRATION FICS
The Reading Room
He watched her from across the room, smiling and laughing at the jokes of the pompous middle aged men gathered around her. She swirled the wine in her glass, her expression benign as another of them bored on at her. It was definitely not a conversation that expected an equitable level of input. But only if you knew her really well could you tell she was planning ten different ways to murder him with a cocktail napkin.
And Tommy knew her very well indeed. Or at least, he used to.
He had expected that maybe she would look different, that the passage of years - all seven of them - would have changed her. But other than the altered styling of her hair, she looked almost exactly the same as the last time he’d seen her.
Well not exactly the same. Thank goodness.
As if she could feel the weight of his stare she suddenly looked past the boring gentleman’s shoulder and locked eyes with him. Even from a distance he could see the maelstrom of emotions flit across her face - surprise chased by confusion and then all replaced with anger. He nodded slightly, raising his glass of whiskey.
She turned, tight-lipped, back to the conversation flowing around her. They hadn’t even noticed her lack of attention. Why would they? Their words were more for them than her.
After a short while he saw her excuse herself from the group. He followed her from the reception in the main library, down the corridor and outside. The sun was just going down, painting the sky in soft apricots and lilacs, but the warmth of the day had retreated and he saw her shiver in her light gown as she dug in her evening bag for cigarettes.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch me or are you coming out?” she asked without looking in his direction, pinching a smoke between her ruby painted lips, sparking it to life.
“Not sure I’d be welcome,” he observed, though he did come to stand next to her, slightly away from the main door where late arrivals were still hurrying through, an ancient London plane tree shielding them in its shadow.
“What are you doing here, Thomas?” She finally looked at him, wide eyes rimmed artfully with kohl, almost on a level with his own thanks to her heels.
“I’m a benefactor. I was invited.”
She scoffed openly, sucking on her cigarette. “Since when does Thomas Shelby donate to public libraries?”
“Thomas Shelby, OBE,” he corrected with the barest of smirks and she rolled her eyes.
“Oh I’m ever so sorry, should I have curtsied?”
He tilted his head as if considering it and her nostrils flared.
“I donate to a many number of things these days. Literature is important. As my sister enjoys reminding me.” He paused, studying her carefully as her smoke almost burned against her fine fingers. “Didn’t she tell you?”
She let the smouldering end drop to the ground, extinguishing it with a firm twist of the toe of her shoe. Her toenails were painted the same ruby shade as her lips, he noticed.
“You know as well as I do, Tommy, that I haven’t seen Ada in years. Do you really think I would believe you’d show up here after all these years without doing your homework?”
He shrugged briefly, extracting a cigarette of his own, offering her one from the expensive metal case. She hesitated, her fingers halfway to selecting one of the smooth white cylinders, the collection of rings on her left hand winking in the evening light.
“So it’s true,” he murmured, looking down at the much smaller diamond than he would have provided, nestled next to a plain wedding band. She snatched her hand away, tucking them both under her arms, hugging herself against the chill.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t know, it’s beneath you,” she said quietly, not looking at him.
“Hmm.. I heard that you fell in love… or near enough, eh?”
Her head jerked up sharply, eyes burning into his.
“I did fall in love. It is possible for someone to move on from you, y’know?”
“And where is he tonight?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her high shoes. “He’s had to work late. There was some issue and he had to accompany the Minister back to Parliament. He’ll be here later.”
He raised a single eyebrow in that infuriating way of his and she hated how it made her pulse increase.
“Why are you here, Thomas?” she asked again, stepping backwards as he took one towards her. He held up his hands in apology, the glowing tip of his smoke illuminating his palm in the gathering dusk.
“I told you, I was invited.”
She shook her head, mouth drawn into a tight line, and spun around to walk away. He caught her arm to stop her but shrugged him off angrily.
“I explicitly told you to leave me alone.”
“I tried. It’s been seven years.”
“And what’s that? The statute of limitations on respecting my wishes?” she snarled.
He ran a hand down his face, chucking his fag end to crush it beneath his heel.
“I didn’t know you worked here when I made the first donation. But then…” He spread his hands and exhaled slowly. “You were supposed to be my wife, Emilia. Can you blame me for being curious to see you again?”
“Well you’ve seen me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m supposed to be mingling with benefactors.”
“Technically you are.”
She narrowed her eyes at him before walking away. And this time he didn’t try to stop her.
*****
“Ah, Emilia, just the person I was looking for.” She turned at the sound of her boss’s voice, smile faltering as she saw who accompanied him. “Could you show Mr Shelby the reading room, please?”
“Of course, Mr. Mayhew. If you’d like to follow me, Mr..”
“Shelby,” he supplied before she could say it, a twinkle in his blue eyes that made her want to stab him even more than she already did.
She gave him a tight smile and set off through the milling crowd of dinner jackets and evening dresses to a door set in the panelling on the right. As they separated slightly from the other patrons, he could hear the soft clicking of her heels against the polished wood floor and he had a difficult time keeping his eyes from her swaying hips.
She held the door open for him to pass through first, following him and closing it against the hubbub of the gathering beyond.
He hadn’t really cared about seeing the much mentioned reading room but even he could admit it was worth the detour. The high ceiling, domed in the centre with a pretty scalloped skylight showing the darkening night above. There were no scholars toiling over weighty tomes that evening, but the room was still lit with soft golden lamps, the heavy dark furniture and walls lined with books absorbing all sound.
“We’re very proud of it,” she said quietly, standing next to him as he took it all in. “But I can’t imagine you were really that interested in seeing it.”
He turned to look at her, her face in profile, studiously not meeting his gaze.
“Emmy,” he mumbled, reaching to catch her chin gently between his fingers, forcing her to look at him.
“Don’t.” She jerked away as if his touch burned her, stalking further into the room to put more distance between them. “I don’t know why you came here tonight but you’ve seen the room, now you can go. In fact I think you should go.”
“I wanted to see you.”
“Oh yes, out of curiosity, you said.”
He shook his head, moving slowly towards her. She tried to get out of his way but only succeeded in helping him box her against one of the high bookshelves, hiding them from view of the door.
“Not out of curiosity. I lied.”
“Well isn’t that a first. Get out of my way.”
“Emmy, please,” he murmured, so close that the scent of his cologne wrapped itself around her, dragging her into the past. Warmth radiated from his body against hers. She shoved at his chest ineffectually but somehow he only seemed to come closer, breath fanning softly across her skin. He rested a hand on her hip, his palm burning her through the thin material of her dress, the other coming to her face, knuckles brushing across her cheek.
“I can’t keep pretending I’m not still in love with you.”
He tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his serious, startling blue stare and she felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. Once upon a time she would have given anything, done anything, for those eyes. But she’d learned the hard way the price you paid for being at his side.
“And how does your wife feel about that?” she replied acidly, vindictively pleased to see the look of surprise on his handsome features.
He leant back but didn’t remove his hand from her face.
“I don’t live under a rock, Tommy, it was in the papers.”
“We’re getting divorced.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, genuinely. “But I’m not, and I’d like you to leave now.”
“Do you love him?”
“My marriage is none of your concern. Move.”
He didn’t move, tightening his grip on her hip, thumb stroking across her cheek, brushing against the corner of her lips. His face was closer again, so close his nose bumped lightly against hers and she couldn’t contain the small gasp that escaped her. Which clearly didn’t go unnoticed judging by the smirk that danced on his full lips, so close to hers.
“Do you still love me, Emmy?”
She closed her eyes as if she could will him out of existence but all she could see was a vivid loop of memories. The warmth of him around her, the feeling of him inside her, the night he asked her to marry him. Their last night in Ada’s house, her tears in the dark.
His lips brushed hers in a featherlight kiss, snapping her back to the here and now. Jerking her head away from his, she winced as it connected with the books behind, but she didn’t stop to dwell on it as she slapped him squarely across the face.
“How dare you come here tonight and try this! I told you seven years ago. I asked you to leave me alone. And now I’ve made a good life for myself, you don’t get to just turn up and try and ruin it.”
He fell back and she shoved her way past him, hurrying angrily for the door. She could feel her hands shaking, her lips burning from his touch.
“Emmy, wait, I know you were angry back then, and I should have taken better care of you but—”
She spun around so fast she almost lost her balance on her heels.
“I wasn’t angry, Tommy, I was terrified!” She was shouting now, committing the cardinal sin of this holy place. “You know what they did to me! Because of you!” she snarled.
He tried to reach for her but she slapped his hands away, furious tears pricking in her eyes.
“I asked you to leave me alone. You promised me, Tommy.”
“I know, I’m sorry, but I… I love you, Emmy.”
She roughly brushed away escaping tears. “No, you don’t. I don’t know what this is - boredom, loneliness? Maybe you just need a good fuck. But it isn’t love. You always did like trying to take things that didn’t belong to you. The toy is always more enticing when someone else is playing with it, isn’t it, Tom?”
He stayed quiet, staring at her with an unreadable expression, pale eyes cold and flat.
“I’m sorry about your marriage, truly I am. But just because yours is ending doesn’t mean you get to come here and try to bring mine down with it.”
She turned to go. He let her almost as far as the door, her fingertips on the polished golden handle, when he spoke again.
“Where is your husband tonight, Emilia?”
She stopped short, turning slowly to face him. The tone of his voice made the back of her neck prickle.
“I told you, he’s at work.”
“Is he?”
“If you’ve got something to say, Thomas, by all means, spit it out.”
He slowly pulled out his cigarette case, putting one to his lips.
“You can’t smoke in here, it’s bad for the books.”
He shrugged, and replaced it in the case, the snap as it shut loud in the silence of the room.
“Your husband isn’t at work. My men saw him leave over an hour ago.”
A shiver ran up her spine.
“You’re spying on me?”
“That’s the detail you’re choosing to focus on?”
“You’re spying on me!” She closed the space between them, fury in her eyes. “Why?!”
“I told you. I love you. And you said it yourself, I do my homework.”
“Love isn’t snooping in other people’s lives, Thomas!”
“I promised you nothing like that would ever happen to you again, Emmy. Do you really think you could just leave Birmingham and no one would ever look for you, eh? You live in Alfie Solomon’s backyard for fuck’s sake! I had to keep you safe.”
“Alfie would never be stupid enough to touch me.”
“Nobody knows what Alfie’ll do on any given day. I kept my promise, I’ve kept you safe.”
“By spying on me and my husband! That’s fucked up, even for you, Tom.”
“Well it’s a good thing I did, eh? Is the blonde who lives in Archway his secretary?”
He saw the colour drain from her face.
“I don’t have to listen to this. You’re lying. You think you can just waltz in here and accuse my husband of cheating on me and what? I’ll fall back into your arms??”
She turned on her heel and marched back towards the door.
“You might want to ask him where he really was last Tuesday night.”
“Go fuck yourself, Tommy,” she spat over her shoulder, just as the door opened in front of her, revealing her boss, whose eyebrows reached his receding hairline in shock at her language.
“Mrs Hornby!”
“It’s fine, Mr Mayhew, I deserved it,” Tommy interjected smoothly, striding past her towards the exit. “It was good to see you, Mrs Hornby. Think about what I said, eh? I’ll see you soon.”
I’m open to making this a series if there was sufficient demand. I’m not going to subject myself to another Reckless situation where I’m writing for only about 12 people to interact because although I LOVE that story, it’s frankly just a bit demoralising. So if you want more of this, you know what to do: ENGAGE 🤍
Masterlists: TOMMY | CELEBRATION | MAIN
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i need more omg
𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚
Warnings: swearing, guns, heartbreak
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC!Character
Chapter two Previous chapter
As time passed, Mae got way better at her job than at the beginning. Even more, she realized what Tommy was doing, and she would never want to give him the satisfaction. So she stayed. Days turned into weeks, and Tommy kept ignoring her.
She didn't actually know why he hated her so much. Not that she cared too. She had Polly, and John. They were nice to her, keeping her company at the betting shop, and often spending time after work. Polly knew why Tommy had such a hard time. He thought that she was clueless, but she remembered the times when he was coming home, holding in his tears, crying in his room about being not good enough for her to notice him.
Polly wasn't the only Shelby that knew. Arthur was busy back then, working hard to support his family. But he noticed the way his brother behaved. The rare little smiles, and the devastated expression that Thomas carried on his face so often. He didn't have even half the understanding that Polly had.
So he also was ignoring her, doing something to make Mae's life harder from time to time.
Tommy had to admit, that she was way stronger than he'd expect her to be. As a rich girl, a couch dog in expensive shiny shoes, she was surprisingly smart. And hardworking. Not that he'd ever admit it to her, instead he was always keeping up his classic expression, seeing her everyday at 7 AM by her desk, which was a dissatisfied grimace, like he'd see something distasteful.
She never showed him that it bothered her. Never stopping her daily "Good Morning, Mr Shelby" as she saw him entering his office. Of course he never answered, hating that her voice was still doing things to him.
One day, something unexpected happened. Mae had to think about what Polly told her, revealing some cards about Thomas's life, trying to hint on why he is the way he is. So they talked. About how the war took and killed Tommy Shelby, leaving behind a ruthless, power hungry Peaky blinders leader and nothing was able to stop him. His ambitions were limitless, and even the fact that it was Arthur who should've been the head, wasn't able to stop him. He took the lead without asking, carrying the Shelby name on his back, climbing every mountain to give his family the life they deserved.
Mae needed a few days to digest the information, eventually growing some sympathy for Thomas. For his indestructible spirit and protective heart for those he loved.
~~
After entering his office, he heard the classic "Good Morning, Mr Shelby." Coming from your desk, at which she glanced quickly, taking her appearance in. That day didn't start greatly, waking up in Lizzy's bed, leaving a few notes on her nightstand and listening to her whining about how he shouldn't have paid her, while he put his clothes on.
He sat in his leather armchair, pouring himself a glass of whiskey to accompany the glowing cigarette in his mouth.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, after which his blonde accountant entered the office without waiting for his allowance.
He raised his brow seeing her enter, and carrying a little basket.
"That'll be interesting" he thought, waiting for Mae to explain what the fuck she was doing.
Without a word, She came up to his desk, putting the basket on and revealing what's inside, by taking the white cloth off the top.
Sandwiches. and tea.
"Polly said you haven't eaten since yesterday morning, and it's.. uh.. it's too long without eating. So I made this, and I won't get back to my desk until you eat it." Mae said, brushing her light hair away from her face, faking the confident expression, inside.. she was scared. Scared that he will kick her out of the betting shop, commenting on how gross her food was, or laughing at her for being so pathetic.
He eyed the basket suspiciously for a couple long minutes, without a word. He saw how nervous she was, and how tense her shoulders were. Seeing it, he couldn't force himself to embarrass her again. Loud sigh leaving Tommy's lips as he spoke.
"You know that I can fire you? I'm not paying you to bring me breakfast." He said flatly, looking her in the eye, his expression unreadable.
"I know. But you won't." She said quietly, trying to appear confident. "I'm good at my job, I helped you to prevent a few massive disasters, caused by how bad Arthur is with counting. I'm a good accountant, Mr Shelby. Just.... just eat please." She said, sitting down with a sigh.
His eyes taking in her body language, as eventually he set his cigarette in the ashtray. Without a word, he unpacked one of the sandwiches, slowly eating it. He could tell that she was surprised, but in a good way. Her eyes lit up seeing him eat the food she made, and the relief came right after. He didn't comment anything bad on her food.
Mae got up, took a cup out of the basket, and poured him tea, sitting back down.
"Will you sit here and supervise the entire process?" He asked, slightly mockingly after finishing one sandwich.
"Um. Yeah. I need to be sure that you don't throw away the rest of the food." She admitted, looking at Tommy. It never ceased to amaze her. How beautiful he was. How godly his face looked like with the high cheekbones, sharp jaw and cold blue eyes. Catching her staring, Tommy raised an eyebrow watching her expression change suddenly just then. Mae's cheeks turning crimson red when she realised that he caught her staring.
After he was finished, she packed everything back in the basket, heading towards the door. She didn't expect it at all when he spoke
"Mae" her name in his lips sounding like a beautiful foreign word, she thought, as she turned around to face him. "Thank you." He said, looking her in the eye for a second. When she smiled, he cleared his throat hurriedly going back to his paperwork.
After closing the door, she couldn't help but giggle. She saw the way his cheeks turned slightly red after thanking her.
After she closed the door, he heard the sound she let out which unexpectedly, made him smile too.
"What a weird day, it is." Thomas thought.
After that day, the little breakfast managed to sneak its way into Thomas's busy schedule. Mae was showing up everyday with a basket, making sure that he ate. Both of them choosing to ignore the weight of the gesture.
~~
As Friday approached, it was passing incredibly quickly. At 6 PM the door to Tommy's office swung open, his fit silhouette approaching Mae's desk as he spoke. "You can go home. There's a party in the Garrison that I'll need to attend, so I'm closing the betting shop faster." He explained, lighting his cigarette as she nodded slowly getting up. It took no more than five minutes for him to lock the door, disappearing in the dark street.
Sitting on her bed, Mae thought deeply about Tom's words. A party. She could surely use some stress relief after working with the most unhappy man in the whole world. The decision was relatively easy, as she put her dress on, styling her hair. Forty minutes later, she was at the entrance of Garrison, pushing the door open.
Polly was the first one to notice her approaching the bar, and asking for gin and tonic. Polly quickly made her way towards the bartender, telling him to pour the drink for Mae, and instructing John to take her to their table. As they walked away from the bar, Polly leaned forward, speaking to Harry "It's a future Shelby woman. Don't treat her badly." She warned him, straightening her back, and going back to their table.
Arthur's face dropped the happy expression as soon as he saw her sitting by their table, sipping on his whiskey without a word. John smiled, happily chatting with her, and Thomas? Thomas was surprised to see her here. He couldn't help but think about how she didn't fit here. Between muts, drunk men and blinders. She looked beautiful in her red dress, with styled blonde hair. Her shyness disappearing more with each passing minute, as she got along with nearly everyone by the table. Eventually Arthur got up and left, heading to some pretty woman by the bar.
After a few drinks, Mae felt amazing. Dancing with Ada and talking about all the things she couldn't talk about for awhile, not having any female friends besides Polly. Forty minutes of dancing drained her, lungs burning in need for a nicotine, she headed outside, needing a cigarette.
As she walked outside, she noticed him standing there. Smoking, zoning out. Feeling the influence of the alcohol, she couldn't help but act on the attraction towards him, coming a little closer. Tommy only realized she was there when he heard her voice, as she asked him for a cigarette. He gave it to her, lighting it. His gaze not leaving her face as she puffed on the cigarette. Ignoring her unbearable for him, when she stood that close.
The time passed and they were stuck in their comfortable bubble, not saying a word and just taking each other's presence. A few long minutes passed and Mae turned towards him, watching his face intently. She couldn't stop herself, slowly reaching to his face with her hand. He didn't budge either, feeling her cold fingers on his cheek and jaw, as she traced the lines on his face.
They just stood there, so close to each other, surrounded by the unspoken truths as Tommy felt a couple bricks slipping from the giant walls he put up around himself.
~~
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ummmmm i think yes to the angst ?
𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚
Chapter one
Pairing: Tommy Shelby X OC!character
Warnings: Tommy being a dick, heartbreak, swearing, misogyny
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Cigarette hanging from his lips as he kept up the eye contact. He couldn't believe that it was her who found him this time. After that many years, when he managed to become his own person. Learned how to break the habit of going to sleep while thinking about how could he impress her. Make her see him. After years he managed to forget how she scrunched her nose when she was trying to hold in her laugh.
As his thoughts started racing again, reminiscent of the most impressive horses that Tommy ever saw at races, his anger grew once again. He rose from the slightly bent position he was in, and looked down on Mae.
"Women can not come here on their own. Leave." his voice dry and flat as he took the cigarette from his mouth, and held it between his fingers instead.
She didn't seem fazed by his cold tone and critical gaze as she spoke.
"I know you. I've seen you in Seattle on the last banquet." she brought up, taking a few steps forward, carrying her heavy bag. "I grew up here. You lived on the same street as me." She finished, proud of how she managed to keep the eye contact without breaking.
She watched as he came out from behind the desk, puffing on his cigarette without saying a word for couple minutes. Mae shifted her weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortably.
"I'm Mae. Mae Southwark." she eventually said, wanting to break the silence.
"What do you want?" he said huskily, ignoring her introduction, just eyeing her up and down, secretly trying to find all the differences that had occured since he saw her for the last time, over ten years ago.
"Um. I uh. I saw the sign about a job offer. I want to apply." she said quietly, intimidated by the man.
"To be an accountant you need to be able to read. And count. Close the door on your way out." he pointed at the door with his head, going back behind his desk.
"Hey, you're being incredibly rude. I can count and read. I finished University of Washington." She answered louder, with confidence. Her voice filled with annoyance as he treated her like someone of a worse category.
"I have the right to apply for the job, so I'd appreciate you keeping your misogynistic views to yourself for the time being." She scolded, giving him a stern look.
"Thomas behave. It's a no way to talk to lady." Polly said, coming into the room. Clear for everyone that she heard that whole conversation. "Do you have any experience, love?" she asked the young woman.
"Yes. I worked in New York and Seattle. As a secretary and accountant." she answered honestly with a gratitude in her voice. Polly opened her mouth, ready to talk as they heard Thomas's fist meeting the material of the desk with a bang.
"Tomorrow. Point 8 AM. Get a proper clothing." Tommy threw a few coins on the counter in front of her, passing her at the entrance. "No pink additions. It's not a candy shop." He mocked her, leaving as he put on his peaky cap.
~~
Tommy sighed sitting on his bed, thinking about how unbelievable the whole situation is. How cruel the universe is for putting her on his path again. He wasn't the same boy that he was before, chasing the chance to be remarkable. To be noticed by her. Always too shy to make a move openly.
He wiped his face, realizing that he's letting his mind run freely again. Unbuckling his suspenders, he rose up towards the small desk. With one swift move he sat on the wooden chair, that creaked under his weight. It didn't take long for him to start writing.
~~
He felt so proud of himself. It took him three weeks in stables to earn just enough money, but he did it.
His blue eyes shining as the short boy ran towards the florist shop, grasping coins in his fist, and brushing the black hair away from his face with his other hand.
His cheeks turning red as he asked the salesman for a bouquet of roses, putting his money on the counter. He was excited at what was to come.
"She will know" he thought, carrying the pretty flowers with a little note that his mother wrote for him.
"Pretty flowers for a pretty girl. Tommy Shelby." It said.
He left the flowers on her porch, as he knocked on the door. Seeing a silhouette approaching the door, he hid behind a nearby tree, watching the girl as she opened the door, looking around. Noticing the beautiful bouquet laying on the porch, she smiled. Noticing the note, she grimaced seeing the crooked handwriting. Not seeing anyone around, she crumpled the note carelessly, leaving it at the door.
"Mum! Mum look! Harry brought me flowers! I can't believe it!" She yelled happily, closing the door quickly.
It took him a few minutes to realise what happened. Twelve year old Tommy took the long way home that day, letting the tears fall from his eyes. He didn't answer his mum as he got inside the house, when she asked how did it go. He bolted to his room, hiding behind his bed and sobbing quietly.
"I will never win her over" The young boy thought.
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮.
~~
Next day started out ordinary for him at 6:30, he was already in his office, completely gone in his paperwork. The bell above the doors rang, as Mae got inside and headed to his office, quietly knocking.
"Come in" he answered, not taking his eyes off the piece of paper in front of him.
"Good morning, Mr Shelby." She said, smiling brightly. Her facial expression quickly changed as his eyes fell on her.
"What's that? I told you to get proper clothes. Don't ya understand clear instructions?" He leaned back in his chair, puffing on his cigarette, eyeing her up.
"I-i thought it was fitting. Polly said I looked okay." Mae told him quietly, looking at the floor as her cheeks turned crimson red from the embarrassment.
"It's ridiculous. Tomorrow I expect you to dress appropriately. If you wanted to work in a brothel, it's a wrong address." He humiliated her purposely, feeling good about how he was in charge now.
He rose from his chair slowly, pointing at the desk standing a few feet away from his own, in the transition room to his office.
"That's your desk now. I'll get you some papers to sort out. If someone comes in wanting to see me, I expect you to turn in to my office first, asking me if I can see the guest." He instructed sternly, getting a handful of documents from his desk and dumping it with a loud tud on her own. She just nodded quietly, still not recovered fully from the embarrassment that she experienced a mere minutes ago. Without another word, he closed the door to his office, leaving her in silence.
Four hours. That's how long they've done without a word, until Tommy stormed into the room, grasping a document in his hand. Threw it on her desk, leaning down, getting in her face.
"What the fuck is this? You said that you can count. Three positions are wrong in here. Do you think I'm stupid? You're not here to sit and look pretty. You will not be treated differently than the rest of the staff. Get your shit together or you'll be your way back to looking for a job. Y'hear me?" He said annoyed, with his lips pressed together.
"I-i'm sorry, Mr Shelby. I'll get it right" Mae stuttered out, letting her hair fall to the sides of her face, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
"It'll be a long day" she thought.
"I wonder how long she'll stand it before resigning" Tommy wondered, sipping on his whiskey.
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𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚
Prologue
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC!character
Warnings: swearing, violence, heartbreak, smut, guns, name-calling, Tommy being a dick eventually, comfort
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He grew to love it. To love the feeling of hopelessness that surrounded every living in Birmingham. He could never escape it, carrying a mark left on him by the daily struggle for survival in this city. Ever since he learned how to walk.
Being on a road from Birmingham to any place always felt nice. Escape from muddy streets, air and clouds full of smoke through which even the sun could not penetrate. Always loud, workers yelling and the threat of not coming back home hanging in the air, audible, ringing in ears of each person living in this forsaken by God city.
Thomas sighed, trying to change the train of thoughts and looking around. Travelling from England to the United States has always been taking very long. So how big of a relief it was, as he was able to see the familiar buildings standing on the ground of Washington, Seattle.
He never actually got to see much of the city, even being there so often for business. His schedule was always full, and he never tried to break it, doing everything to put his family at a proper level in the society. Getting out of the car, he grabbed his suitcase and his notebook, heading to the entrance of the expensive hotel.
Thirty minutes later, he stood in the banquet hall, chatting to boring and terrible people for the sake of business. The approval of local leaders to distribute opium and alcohol by Shelby Company, would be a game changer generating more than anything before. So he was devoted to this plan, doing everything to get on the better side of the dark side's leader of Washington. Everything was going according to plan, until.
Until he saw the familiar green gaze in the crowd. The one he hasn't seen in many. Many, years. His heart was pounding in his chest as the alarms in his head started going off, one by one.
"it couldn't be, right?" He thought, his mind trying to comfort itself in an attempt to avoid potential disaster.
The hope that his brain was playing tricks on him disappeared as soon as it appeared, as his cold blue stare slumped heavily on her silhouette.
Her big, green eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes focused on the rim of the glass that she held in her hand.
It didn't take longer than the seconds for Mae to feel his heavy gaze on her face. The handsome Englishman was the first thing she saw after turning her head towards the burning stare. He looked familiar, but she couldn't tell where she saw him before. Her brain was working hard, trying to figure out where she saw these blue eyes before. It took about two, very long, minutes to remember.
Small Heath. She thought suddenly. She grew up living a few houses away from the boy. Well, the man, more accurately.
She smiled at him, thinking that he recognised her too. Mae wasn't wrong, but fully unaware of the battle taking place in Thomas's head as he took in every detail of her appearance.
"Oh, she sees me." He thought. "Looks like I'm not invisible anymore." He kept mocking his younger self, remembering the sadness surrounding his life a few decades ago.
He didn't let her know what was going on in his head, only lifting his chin higher and looking down on her with... with contempt.
His stare meant a completely different thing in their minds. In his, he was proud of himself. For becoming something more than nothing. For finally being visible, seeing his own reflection in her eyes.
It all took maybe five minutes, in their minds way longer than that, as he eventually got approached by another important guest.
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Unknowingly to everyone, that event was on replay in his head for weeks after it happened. Polly could tell that he was bothered by something, she was waiting for him to maybe come to her eventually. Tommy couldn't stop thinking about the emotions he felt as he saw her. Surprisingly, mostly negative ones. Ones that made him feel even more hungry for power. Maybe he wanted to prove you something. Maybe. But he didn't plan on admitting it anytime soon.
For her it was different. Seeing him brought memories. The guilt she was successfully suppressing for years, now floating to the surface. Her head flooded with every single memory from Birmingham. From England. Tears streaming down her face as she packed her clothes in a rush, stuffing the money she managed to save in cash, to her pocket.
A week later, she was standing in the mud of Birmingham, which looked so unfitting on her expensive boots. As the smell of burned wood and horse shit came to her nostrils, she felt at home.
They were similar, unknowingly to either of them. They both could never fully escape this cursed city.
Walking around Birmingham was natural for her. She needed a place to stay in, which wasn't easy. Her eyes landed on a betting shop, then on the little sign with "Needed: accountant" written on it, in a nice handwriting, that was hanging on the doors. After a few minutes of thinking, her feet involuntarily moved towards the building.
They both couldn't believe when their eyes met again. Heavy sigh left Tommy's lips as he saw her, standing in his betting shop.
"If any God exists, he must have a cruel sense of humour" sentence burning in his mind.
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𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 ✧ cillian murphy x f!reader
summary: the marriage between you and cillian is destroyed when you discover the secret he has been keeping for almost two weeks
word count: 16,211
warnings: marital infidelity, angst, inappropriate vocabulary
chapter warnings: a lot of sadness, divorce, mega angst, cillian being an expert in lies, the reader is 35 and cillian is 39 years old. cheating.
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It all started with little things, he wanted to go run at night more often, then he started spending more time on the phone, something totally strange for him as he hates technology, and then you started to catch his lies, once he told you he was going to a pub with his best friend but a few days later you found out that they had never met. According to his best friend he hadn't seen him for over a month, at the time you didn't give much importance to that lie, he was the person you trusted the most and if he didn't want to tell you where he was going that night it was for some noble reason and you weren't one of those wives who want to know everything about their husband, you gave him his space and you respect him.
All that trust you had for him started to disappear three days ago when one morning he went for a run, and he forgot his phone at home, that morning he received a call from an unknown number, you answered thinking it might be a job offer or something important. But it was a person from a hotel asking him if he would rent the room he was using for another week. At that moment you were speechless, why was he renting a room in a hotel that is far away from your house that you share with your daughter?.
From that day on you have doubts about his loyalty.
"Mummy? Mummy!" Your 7 year old daughter pulled you out of the cloud of thoughts you were in.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Where's Daddy?" she asks and turns her attention back to the children's movie.
Sleeping with a woman probably — you thought "He went for a run" you say and stroke her hair, dark brown like his father's.
"He's always running."
How do you explain to your 7-year-old daughter that her father is cheating on her mother while you wait for him every night? You just can't, so you pretend everything is fine and go on with your life. But something inside you is slowly breaking down, you're tired of going to sleep alone, you're tired of him ignoring you most of the day as if you don't exist, and he won't even touch you sexually, you haven't had sex for two weeks. Every time you try to have sex he rejects you saying he is too tired.
Your daughter falls asleep in your arms after waiting an hour for her father, you put her to bed and sit on the sofa to wait for your husband, this time you won't go to bed like a fool, no, this time you will face him. Another hour passes and finally the door to your house opens, Cillian enters carefully, trying not to make a sound. You come out of hiding ready for him to tell you the truth to your face.
"Where have you been?"
Cillian looks at you surprised to find you awake "What are you doing up at this hour?"
"Answer my fucking question, Cillian, where the fuck have you been?" you cross your arms, staring at him, your throat tight from holding back tears.
He opens his mouth but closes it again, holding a hand to his lips before replying, "Running, where the fuck have I been?"
"Running? 3 hours running? What are you running all over fucking Dublin?." You raise your voice but try to calm down, you didn't want your daughter to hear this.
He blinked several times, noticing the tears starting to fall from your eyes, he felt his world collapsing "Ok, I'll be honest. I went for a run and then I went to a pub where a really good band was playing, I stayed longer than I thought I would. I'm sorry" He lied to your face again, he felt like the most selfish person in the world at that moment.
You shake your head slowly nodding, believing his words, maybe you were hallucinating, maybe he wasn't cheating on you and you had only imagined the worst. You pick up the tears and laugh at how ridiculous you've been: "God, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry I confronted you like that, it's just that you're not at home much lately and you're always out at night. For a moment I thought...I thought you were cheating on me with someone else."
Your husband walks over to you and grabs your shoulders and caresses them. "I would never do something like that to you, I love you, (Y/N)". He lies to you once again "Now let's go to bed, it's very late"
As you enter your room you see him start to undress "Are you going to take a shower?" you ask and he nods "Good, let me take your clothes to the laundry room, I have some of my things too."
He grabs his clothes quickly, pulling them to his chest "No, you don't have to do that, I can do that."
You roll your eyes and rip the clothes from his hands "Stop wasting time and go take a shower. I'll take care of this."
You take the rest of the clothes you had to wash and go to the basement where the laundry room is. You turn on the lights to start preparing the washing machine, once it is ready you pick up your husband's sports clothes and shake them out in case they are dusty but in that movement you notice a strange smell on his clothes, you bring the clothes to your nostrils and smell them. It is a woman's perfume, a complementary one unknown to you. The clothes fall from your hands and you feel your heart stop beating for a few seconds, you blink trying to assimilate reality. All your suspicions were right, your husband was cheating on you with another woman. After so many years together, he didn't care about anything, he didn't care about your marriage, he didn't care about your love and he didn't care about your feelings.
Before you know it you find yourself crying your eyes out. You couldn't believe that 5 years of relationship and 5 years of marriage were over, how could he have been so sinister when you told him you thought he was cheating on you and denied it right under your nose. Now you didn't feel sadness, you felt anger, you hated lies, you hated it when the people you trusted the most betrayed you, and Cillian had done both, now you felt nothing but anger towards him.
Cillian felt the shower water turn cold, but his mind was elsewhere. What the hell was he doing? He loves you, if he loves you why was he doing this to you almost a fortnight ago? There wasn't even any reason to justify his actions. When he saw you standing there, emotionally shattered he realised his big mistake, you didn't deserve what he was doing. Regret ate him alive but tonight would be his last, he would never go back to that hotel with her again.
When he came out of the bathroom he found his wife lying on the bed, he quickly got dressed and lay down next to her, he put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest and kissed her bare shoulder "I love you" he said but she didn't answer him, maybe she's asleep — he thought.
Cillian turned out the lights and fell asleep in his wife's arms.
"Have you got everything ready, sweetheart?" you ask your daughter and she nods happily.
"Yes, I've got the present for my big brother. I hope he likes it."
"He'll love it" Cillian says next to you, he wraps an arm around your waist but you turn away, avoiding him and walking towards the kitchen. Cillian sighs in surrender, you've been ignoring him for over 5 days now and he suspected why but adamantly refused to accept it, he couldn't lose you.
When you get to the kitchen you grab a glass and fill it with water, drinking to chase away your angry thoughts. Today was the birthday of one of your stepchildren, Cillian had two more children with his previous partner, two children you were very fond of and they were very fond of you. Your daughter loved her two brothers and you were saddened that this frequency between families would soon be broken. You hear Cillian's heavy footsteps behind you, lately he had been doing his best to be close to you, but you almost always turned your back on him, you couldn't even look at him otherwise you would explode and you didn't want to put on that show in front of your 7 year old daughter. You didn't feel love anymore, your heart was full of resentment but also sadness, you really believed that you were the love of his life for him, but now you doubted if all this time he loved you or if he was with you just to be with you.
"Is everything all right?" Cillian asks in your ear, you hear his breath hitching behind it. He was afraid of your answer, he moved closer to you and touched your hair, that was enough to make you burst.
"I know you're cheating on me, Cillian. You've been cheating on me for almost two weeks, I know you're renting a hotel room to sleep with her." You turn around to look at him, he's got his eyes on the floor, being as cowardly as ever. "You can't even deny it because you know I'm right."
Cillian swallows hard and looks into your eyes, there is no more love in them, you no longer look at him with affection, instead he now finds anger and pain in them. "It's over. It was over five days ago." He tries to explain but you interrupt him before he can continue.
"I don't give a shit when it's over. I want a divorce, Cillian. It's over, I'm tired of being the one who always fixes our problems. I know my love deserves to be celebrated instead you tolerated it after all these years. So if you want your freedom you'll get it, you can sleep with all the women you want but it's over between us."
"Mum? Dad? Is everything all right?"
You turn your head at the sound of your daughter's voice. "Yes, everything is fine. We're just checking that everything is ready to go. Let's get your jacket, it's going to be cold today."
Cillian wipes his eyes, wiping away the tears he was holding back, and leaves your house to wait for the two of you in the car. It was happening, the most beautiful thing he had in this life he was going to lose, no more shared breakfasts with you and his daughter, no more hearing your laughter in the afternoons playing with your daughter, no more Saturday night movie marathons with you, your daughter and his other two children. Your relationship of almost 10 years would be over and all because of his immaturity. He had everything with you by his side, the perfect life but still his selfishness came first and now it was costing him what he loved most in life. He watched as your daughter ran out of your house with a smile on her face and the gift for her brother in her arms, and you walked after her. His chest ached, he wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness on his knees but he knew his wife well enough to know that when she made a decision nothing could change her mind.
They both got into the car and he started to drive to his ex-partner's house. Once there, he got out after his daughter and wife. (Y/N) knocked on the door and they were greeted by Susanne, mother of her stepchildren.
"Hello! It's good to see you," She says, greeting (Y/N) and Aoife, your daughter.
"Nice to see you too. It's been a long time since we've seen each other" You respond politely and go over to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, a habit you've had since you were a child. As you get closer you inevitably catch her scent, you had smelled that perfume before, it was impossible for you to forget it after your heart broke into pieces in the basement of your house. It was the same perfume that was on your husband's sportswear. You turn away from her and stare at her, you couldn't believe it was her that your husband was cheating on you with, you can't imagine anyone else but her. Firstly because the two of them breakup almost 12 years ago and secondly because she is in a relationship of more than 4 years with Daniel.
Susanne ignores your gaze and warns your daughter that her brother is in the courtyard, Aoife runs away from you in that direction. Suddenly Cillian is at your back looking confused at the two women in front of him. "Cill. Hi" Susanne breaks the silence. He, on the other hand, merely smiles uncomfortably in her direction with a shake of his head.
You shake your head to react and look at your husband with a fake smile. "I was just telling Susanne that it's been a long time since we've seen each other, well, a long time since I've seen her. You too, right, Cillian?"
He doesn't say anything, just looks at you nervously. "Well, actually me and Cillian haven't seen each other for a long time either." Susanne answers for him. "Why don't you come in? everyone's in the courtyard, I was just going to get some drinks so come on in."
You stop looking at your husband and walk towards the courtyard, once there you greet all the other guests and the birthday boy and grab a beer from the table. You drink half of it, you needed to cool your throat otherwise you would cry in front of Cillian and Susanne's family. You feel hands on your waist and look sideways to find your husband. "Is something wrong, (Y/N)? You're acting weird."
"That's who you've been cheating on me with for the last two weeks?" You leave your beer on the table to confront him face to face. "Be honest, please." You speak again, your voice cracking.
He pulls you close to his body in a small hug, as if that will take away the pain you felt at his betrayal. "Yes, but that was before. It's over now, love. I just got sidetracked from my path, from you and I was a complete idiot. I'm sorry but please don't divorce me without first trying to fix this mistake, without letting me try to fix my mistake, please."
You accept his hug, wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face in it. You lie there, feeling his heart beating next to you, his breath on your cheek. You think about his words again, maybe it's not too late to rebuild your marriage, if he's really willing to fix everything, new things might come up at this point, but deep down you know that nothing will work, you would never forget his infidelity, you would never forget all the nights you waited for him, worried that something had happened to him when he went out for a run and was late. You would never forget how he rejected your kisses and walked away coldly, no, you would never forget it. So you turned away from him and looked into his eyes, the same eyes that at the altar swore loyalty to you until death, that swore to protect you from anything that could hurt you, only now they were the ones swearing those oaths. You no longer trusted him and I don't think you ever will again.
"There's nothing to fix, Cillian. Because our relationship is already broken." You turn around and walk over to where your daughter is playing with her two brothers, feeling a deep sadness for your daughter. When she grows up she won't have that close-knit family anymore, and she will be so confused when you tell her that her parents are no longer together. But you will do anything to protect her and be honest with her, now all you cared about in the world was her.
Cillian watched you walk away from his arms, he took a breath hoping it would take the sadness away from his chest but no, nothing was working so he started walking quickly to the bathroom, he locked himself in and let out the pent up crying. He tried, he tried to fix everything but it didn't work. He had only one decision to make, to let you go. If he really loved her he had to let her go, he had already played all his cards and if he didn't win the game he could only give up. He took another few minutes to calm down and when he managed to stabilise his breathing and his tears he washed his face and left the bathroom. He walked towards the courtyard but before he got there a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the corridor.
"Why aren't you answering my calls? We're supposed to meet this weekend at the hotel," says Susanne.
He looks at her with furrowed brows, is she serious? "What's wrong with you, Susanne? It's one of our children's birthdays and my wife is here."
"You didn't care about your wife when you were gleefully coming to the hotel to sleep with me."
She was right, who was he to talk about maturity and sanity, "That was before, I think I made it clear it was over when I didn't answer your calls." She was going to protest but he didn't leave her time. "If you excuse me, I'll go back to my wife."
Cillian watched you smile as you spoke to his mother. He loved her, as he had never loved anyone before, but he also knew that she was the strongest and most determined person in the world and if she had made the decision to cut him out of her life he understood that, he had no choice but to love her from a distance. He felt arms around his legs and looked down to meet his daughter. "Hey," he greeted her, taking her in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek: "I love you, daddy."
He smiled at her words, "I love you too, sweetheart"
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the sparkling capone x tommy shelby series.
part 1/ ?
beatrice 'bea' or 'bee' angelina capone, was born on november 30th, 1900 to gabriel and teresina copone, only one year after her older brother al capone was born. she grew up in new york majority of her life before al took his kid sister (and Irish twin) and himself to the second city, chicago where he begun his journey of dealings and life of crime.
my own storyline/timeline for actual capone history and peaky blinders. takes place between 1923 and 1924.
age gap series.
warnings: swearing.
word count: 4.2K
italicized is Italian.
a fact-paced story that takes place over a year, with time jumps.
faceclaims: young lily james as beatrice, dylan obrien as gio, zoey deutch as marissa and jacob eldori as marco.
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december, 1923.
beatrice looked at the port in this shit hole of place, birmingham her brother had asked her to go visit. apparently, he wanted to work with some folks over here and because he couldn't leave chicago at that very moment, he sent her. she was the second in command, and had more brains than he did; though he would never admit. joined by her cousin, gio and longtime friend of her and her brother, marco. she sighed looking down at the ground, heel propped and silently cursing her brother for this job. she'd somehow be undermining the current operations here in birmingham that were run by a group called, the peaky blinders. supposedly she'd get the guys they were working with to work with her brother instead, somehow someway he said. whatever it takes, and that even meant killing a person if it meant that he'd get the connections.
it was just a week ago when he sat beatrice down in his chicago office, letting her know the assignment her had for her. she quickly turned it down, but he held up one finger to let him finish. she sighed, rolling down further in the plush chair and continued to listen to what he had to say. she agreed, reluctantly. "who will be accompanying me?" she questioned, knowing he'd never want danger to come to her. how ironic that statement is. gio agreed the moment al had come to him, and then marco his longtime friend and confidant agreed quickly as well. marco had always looked out for the girl, maybe a little too much sometimes. they had shared some nights together when al was away tending to business, but it never led to anything else. she would not allow it, and she knew he'd be killed by the hands of her brother if he'd found out. either frank or al, it did not matter. the three of them boarded a boat in new york and sailed 9 days before arriving to london, and then drove to this dump beatrice called it. "remind me to kill al when i get back." she huffed, as the three walked back towards their rented car. marco chuckled while gio agreed, he couldn't believe al had tricked him this badly. the three drove into town just a bit, looking for their hotel. "lets stop there." she said pointing at a bar or pub. she was not sure what they called it here. gio nodded, pulling up across the street to a place called, 'the garrison.' marco got out first, placing a hand out for beatrice who took it. she stood up, and began to look around. brick lined streets, dirty walls of homes flooded her vision. she looked towards her right to see a man watching the three while smoking a cigarette. gio eyed the man as he got out, and marco led the girl over. she took in the smell of this city and could not wait to be back in chicago.
hopefully, sooner rather than later.
marco walked in first, looking around before signaling to beatrice that she could walk in. as if she was royalty or had notoriety. she swallowed hard before stepping into the place with confidence and swagger, as if she already owned the place. marco led her to table to the side, while gio walked behind them. as soon as she sat she for a moment before letting them know what she wanted, "just the usual." she said not thinking anything of it. however, the usual wasn't a drink here. she giggled, and asked for vodka instead. she watched as gio went to go fetch the three's drinks, and marco sat down still checking everybody out; nonchalantley. "marco...you can relax for a minute." she said touching his arm softly. "not when you have a group of people staring at you." he said and she shyly looked towards the bar and saw a group of people staring.
those must be them, she thought.
gio was walking towards the two when she looked away. she took the vodka and sipped it sparingly. gio lit a cigar, and she pushed his shoulder to give her a puff. he rolled his eyes as she took off her coat, and took it from him. thomas shelby had never seen anything more attractive, in his 33 years on this earth. the utmost power she held over those 2 was incredible. she took one last puff before giving it back to gio, and she sat back in her chair and closed her eyes for a few seconds. "ill be back, I'm going to make a phone call." marco said and she nodded. she knew he was going to make a phone call to london where the capones had a trusted business partner, who then would send word that the three had made it. beatrice clicked her tongue, taking another sip of her drink. her face scrunched with disgust, "they really need some better vodka here." she said and gio laughed heartedly. a blonde woman walked by asking if they wanted more and beatrice thought for a minute before gio began to hit on the woman. beatrice hit the back of his head, cleanly and sharply. causing arthur and michael to snicker. she took the cigar back and apologized to the barmaid, "i do apologize for my cousin. he clearly doesn't get any attention from the ladies." she said and the barmaid softly smiled at the girl. "but may i have something better than whatever this is." she said shoving the cup to the woman.
the woman took back what she had just thought, and sighed. another entitled girl she thought, but grace smiled and turned back to get the drinks. gio mumbled, and beatrice hit him once again in the head. "ow!" he whimpered, looking back at her. "don't make me shove you out of that chair giovanni!" she warned and he sighed turning around. she had had all the capone boys near and far wrapped around her finger for the last 2 decades. marco walked back into view, and Beatrice watched from the moment he did so. he walked across the bar, and he caught her eye. the two softly smiled at one another, blushing like fools. she breathed in the cigar once more before handing it back to gio. the barmaid came back with the drinks, and she stood there making sure they were fine. or rather, the snooty tastebuds the girl possessed. irish whiskey, she tasted. her blood boiled. marco and gio saw the look on her face, and chuckled. "irish. whiskey." the capone darkly seethed, before standing up. she took ahold of her jacket, threw it on and began her saunter out. the peaky blinders behind the bar were silently outraged at how disrespectful the three were being. well the one in particular.. the young capone. though, thomas found it somewhat amusing
"we'll be outside." gio said to marco who nodded, and she was outside taking in the cold air that hit her quickly. "irish fucking whiskey." she chastised causing gio to just laugh. "lets just get back, and get a long night rest." she said and he nodded, helping her into the bentley. marco walked out, and jogged over to the car after paying the bill. "all good?" she questioned as he sat next to her. he nodded, and gio started the ride to the other end of the city. back at the garrison, they shut it down and had a family meeting. they had no idea who these three were but from the looks of it (and sound) they were american, entitled and, had money. loads of it. marco threw down a 100 dollar bill and walked out. they were all curious on where they got that money from. - - "when she had the whiskey...it was like something snapped in her. like she was appalled and disgusted by it being Irish." grace said to the group who just nodded. "let me call my contact in london and see if he knows anything." tommy said thinking. "i don't know if that's a good thing or not since lover boy here has been transfixed since she took the cigar from the dude." john joked causing michael to his cousin. the two pushed each other a few times, "oi! we are not doing anything stupid lads. hear me?" tommy said with the utmost authority. everybody nodded and they dispanded for the evening.
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bea woke up the next morning, groggy and itching to get out of the uncomfortable bed. she sighed, throwing on her silk robe and walked out into the tea room she stopped when she saw marco already sitting there with a newspaper and coffee. "coffee?" she questioned and he nodded, smirking as he knew her love and adoration for the dark drink. "i thought they only had tea here." she said remembering how worried she was of not getting caffeine overseas. "do you think your brother would send you some place without coffee? god bless that place if he did." he teased and she rolled her eyes, pulling up her feet to sit pretzel-styled. she sipped her coffee in peace, as she felt marco staring. "listen bud, you cant keep looking at me and not expect me to hit you." she teased, opening one eye and catching his. "does...does gio suspect anything?" macro asked after a minute had passed. she shrugged, "if he did, as ironic as it is he is too much of a gentleman to say a word. especially to al or frank." she said and he nodded. "he just wants me to be happy, that's all. i mean we've always seen each other as siblings so i trust him in that regards to not fuck up my life." she breathed. marco leaned across and took hold of one of her hands and brought it in his, and she smiled down at it. during her 23 years on this earth, al and frank had had a way with whom she liked. through small acts of behavior (not always violence), words that haunted the men she went out on dates with, and the promise that they'd ruin their lives if they hurt bea. she wanted this thing to be strong with marco before she went and told her brothers because she knew if she did not do it at the right moment; their relationship would be history and she'd be back in her ivory tower. never able to leave.
they unclasped their hands as they heard gio's door open, and bea eyed her cousin as he poured a cup of coffee for himself. "yknow if you all want privacy just tell me, i will sleep outside." he said and she nearly spit her coffee out. "excuse me?" she said eyeing her cousin, wide-eyed now. "if you want some time together, let me know so i don't have to blow my brains out." he said non chalantly. marco just laughed and bea rolled her eyes; cringing. "come on, i'm not an idiot." he paused as bea laughed loudly. "ok maybe i am just a bit but I've been with you two for what, 2 weeks now? i know y'all have a thing, just don't hurt her or i swear to god." he said turning to macro seriously. bea tried to hide her blushing and face behind her hands before macro pulled them away and kissed her proudly. "oh god." she said pushing him away, teasingly. "leave me alone!" she said hopping up and jogging away from marco. she left the two there and decided she might as well dress before going to the seamstress she'd planned to get information from. she put on her light purple dress, with her iconic black wool coat tied together with a gold bag. "boys, are you ready yet?" she asked as she walked into the tea room. the two nodded walking out, with marco smiling widely as he looked at her. "no no, we have to go." she said walking out of the large hotel suite with gio.
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bea stood in the middle of the room with the seamstress, polly she had been told was her name. "so where does one yank like you, come from?" polly asked and bea smiled, "a far, far place from here." bea said not wanting to reveal too much. "you have a accent i cant quite decipher." polly said wanting to know more. bea knew what she was getting at, "i am originally from new york so you could say i picked up the accent there." she said acting as if she was dumb. cheeky girl, polly thought. "are you the only child?" polly asked looking up at bea. she sensed a change in the young blonde. "sometimes i feel as though i am, and other times i wish i were." bea said somewhat sadly before perking up again. she loved her brothers, but what they were doing was not for the faint of heart. her family had been torn apart when al took her and frank to chicago, and never allowed her to look back. he wanted to give her everything their parents could never give. he wanted to keep her safe from the hands of those that just wanted to take advantage of her and get even with her brothers. it had its obvious drawbacks, isolation, anxiety, and brothers who were gone more often than not. "so how did a flower like you end up here?" she questioned bea. bea cleared her throat, "a new beginning, a place to make a name for myself." and my family she did not say. after this 'operation' she'd have a bigger role back in chicago and that meant she could possibly start her new life and role in los angeles, like she'd always yearned for. bea eyed herself in the mirror, throwing the infamous capone glare through the mirror at herself.
awhile later, she was walking out of pollys shop. she thanked polly and told her that one of her two men would be around to get her outfits the following week. "have a wonderful afternoon." bea said respectfully before turning around to marco and gio. she heard some laughing coming from her right, and saw two guys she had seen last night. the one's that had laughed after she hit gio in the back of the head. "lets get going." marco said taking her hand and helping her in the car. michael and arthur eyed the three as they got in and drove off. they quickly walked into pol's to get information. "she didn't say much, i know there's more there." she said taking a long breathe of the cigarette. "you tellin tommy?" arthur asked and polly looked at him like he was dumb. "shes a peculiar yank sounds Italian- immigrated Italian." polly said and the two boys nodded. "and we all know where the italians went." she said referencing ellis island in new york. "well if she's Italian we ought to get rid of her right?"arthur said and polly shrugged. "she may not be a threat but tommy will make that decision." polly said walking towards the back.
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marco walked in with bea as gio pushed them out the door, saying they needed a proper date. so the two walked into an upscale restaurant, and as soon as they did people look towards them speaking in hushed tones. the host walked them to their table which was conveniently located to the right of the shelbys table. with michael and tommy having a clear view of them. the waiter walked up with water and asked them for drinks, "may we have a bottle of your finest champagne?" marco asked. "any special occasion?" the waiter asked and the two looked at one another unsure of what to say, "first date." marco sheepishly said causing bea to blush. "congratulations, i will be right back!" the waiter said and bea tapped her hand against his, and he just laughed in response. she shrugged off her coat and the waiter came back in time to take it from her. "thankyou." she said and she took the champagne fluke in exchange, hitting hers with his. "here's to freedom!" he said softly, "here's to taking chances." she smiled and they sipped their bubbly drink. "what did the guy say in london?" she questioned and marco set his fluke down. "just said that he'd relay the message as soon as he could. apparently, your brother left the city." he said and her eyes widened. "seriously?" she questioned and he nodded. "didn't he i don't know just get it?" she whispered, referencing the position he just made on a situation on the northside of chicago. the irish land. she sighed, rolling her eyes. "he's gonna get himself killed, marco. fucking Irish are going to kill him." she said worrying. the tensions between the southside and northside at the moment were tense. everyday there was a threat that the Irish gang was going to storm their humble abode and shoot him in the night. al even feared it at times, though would then drown himself with alcohol and cigars. marco took hold of her hand and rubbed her thumb, "if anybody can escape death its your brother." he said knowingly, but it still didn't make her feel better. she turned to look to the right of her and saw the group from last night. as well as the woman from that afternoon.
she looked back towards marco and pulled her hand away from his, feeling nervous. "marco- I'm about to start speaking in Italian." she said and he was confused. "there's people listening to us." she said, and he knew who it was. "that woman i was with today is at their table." bea added and marco nodded. "is it true, he's sending more men this way from london?" she questioned marco and marco nodded. her brothers were sending trucks of men to help out this operation and keep her safe. she sat back in her seat, trying to figure out what to say next. she had a lot on her mind, like they had been since al pushed her into this operation. "he's going to be the death of me, marco. the death of me." she said in english, sighing as she did so. the two spent the rest of the evening talking about anything but al and the family business. marco also told her that he'd be visiting poland in the upcoming weeks after new years to talk to some vodka people out there. she did not like hearing that but she knew he had no choice, what al says; goes.
later on in the evening, as the two were just finishing their meals the waiter came over with two glasses of pure irish whiskey. their eyebrows knit in confusion until he pointed over towards the group of shelbys. tommy raised his glass of whiskey ever so slightly, staring at the young capone. she gave him her fake and famous beatrice capone smile. the one that dazzled everyone she came in contact with. tommy's heart raced. she chugged it down in one go, setting it back down and then looking towards the shelbys once more. she smiled, before standing back up and taking her coat from the waiter. "thankyou." she said before marco followed her out with a hand on her back.
"fucking italian scum." tommy thought, downing the rest of his whiskey.
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it was two days later when anybody saw the young capone on the streets, after the trucks of men came through she would be able to start the operation. she had eyes and ears in factories, distillaries and pretty much all business across the city. beatrice and gio were walking down the street, minding their business as they were not too far from the cafe they had heard served coffee. just her luck, her hat flew off behind her as a huge gush of cold air hit the two midwesterners. she cursed loudly before turning around to come eye to eye with a blue eyed man. her blue eyes pierced into his soul, like he was made of glass. gio didn't like them staring at one another, so he snatched her hat from the hands of a peaky blinder. bea raised her hand and gio flinched. she snatched her hat back, and gio sighed walking a few feet away. she watched him until he was at a certain length and she turned back to the nicely dressed blue eyed man. "thankyou, for getting my hat. i apologize about my cousin. he's a menace to society." she said tucking some hair behind her ear. he waved him off, "the names michael gray." he said holding out his hand. she eyed him curiously before shaking his, "bee monroe." she said giving him a childhood nickname and her alias. "bee." he said almost mesmerized. she took her hand away and slipped her hat back on, "stay warm out here. you'll catch a cold." she said a matter of factly before smiling and walking towards her cousin. tommy stood there watching them walk into the cafe before heading off to pol's house.
"i got her name!" michael said walking into the house, not realizing tommy was there with arthur. tommy quirked an eyebrow, "her name is bee." michael said and arthur sighed. "first name, last name michael. we've been over this how many times?" arthur said as john laughed from the kitchen. tommy sat their drinking his earl grey tea. "no no arthur, bee is good. beatrice is her name." he said. "beatrice is her first name, shes called bea or bee though." tommy said confirming what he overheard at dinner the two nights before and at the bar. whoever she was with called her those three names. "she was with her cousin but she didn't say his name." michael added and tommy nodded. "are we gonna talk about this or the number of guys that just so happened to show up when she did?" arthur questioned and tommy sighed. "i was just getting to that." he said tensely. "apparently the woman you fancy, has an ulterior motive to being here and of course we are going to get to the bottom of it." arthur explained and tommy tensed softly. he had a sneaky suspicion on why she was here but there was seriously no way she'd be involved in something sketchy. "i know what your thinking michael, its true. my contact in london already confirming." tommy said setting his now empty tea cup down, trying to convince himself. "oi sit down and no more business talk!" polly said coming in and shoving her son towards the empty seat.
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bea and gio sat across from each other in the cafe, laughing and chatting about life and childhood memories. the two hadn't had some time with each other in months, with all the running around gio was doing for her brothers. "please tell me that one day you'll get out." she said seriously swirling her coffee. he sighed, "gio please." she said leaning forward and grabbing his hand. "you know your mother would have wanted that for you. to make a life of your own, away from the capones." she said softly and he nodded. "i know i know, once this job is over I'm gone. i'm heading someplace warm." he smiled and that made bea happy. she took her hand away and looked down and that's when she heard shouting. but not directed towards her but a group of men were going in on one of her men that her brother hired. her head shot up, looking at gio. "lets go!"" gio" he said not wanting to be caught in the middle of this. gio took ahold of bea's hand and they ran off the way the way they had come from. shots rang out and that made bea stop in her tracks. "bea we have to go, they cant know." gio said grabbing and then pulling her further and further towards the hotel. the guys that shot her men walked out and shot twice into the air, causing bea and others to scream. the two continued to run, their hearts beating fast. the shelbys heard the gunshot down the road and they stood up. they came outside after the next two rang out. bea and gio continued to walk back towards the hotel along with other patrons, with bea panicking at the situation. gio had an arm around her middle back, pushing her to keep walking. tommy walked out in front of pol's residence and just as luck would have it, bea and gio walking past. bea held onto gio, shaken.
out of all the years she worked with her brothers, she'd never been remotely close to the scene of the crime after she witnessed one back on new york. they made very sure to keep her away. tommy caught eye of the girl and watched as she walked with her cousin. polly eyed him from behind, smirking just a little bit. tommy of course then going into cleanup mode. as soon as gio and bea made it back to the hotel, she clung to marco with gio explaining what had happened. marco and her laid in her bed, as he rubbed her back trying to soothe her thoughts as she stared at the dresser. gio sent word back through a trusted wales associate. bea could not fathom how her brothers could live this life and continue to go on like nothing happened. bea turned towards marco and cuddled into him, unsure if she could leave his side again in brimingham.
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i know i know, there was not a lot but this is just setting up the tension and high stakes !!!
#michael gray#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#polly gray#arthur gray#al capone#michael gray x oc#john shelby#Tommy Shelby x oc#Tommy Shelby fic#Thomas Shelby#Thomas Shelby x oc#Thomas Shelby fic
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- warnings: death, swearing, violence.
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- my own timeline since I haven’t watched past season 2 lol
- Tommy x oc sister !
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rebecca was born on a cloudy day some December 1902, twelve years after the head of the family; thomas shelby was born. ever since that day (and finn's birth) he promised not only himself but his family that he'd take care of them. they were the most important thing in his life, and after the war that never changed. though, it grew harder with the night terrors and feeling as if the two had a bounty on their heads every time they stepped out into good ole birmingham. though, the family never once made it seem that way. the two younglings thought nothing much of it really, thinking that that was how everybody else lived. always having people following them around for protection especially if arthur, john or tommy could not be there. so when rebecca turned 20 in 1922, she did not understand why she couldn't come 'out' to society, like everybody else her age. she did not realize how dangerous it was. because again, her and finn had lived in a bubble; something that polly made sure of.
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the very night she returned home from school that spring, rebecca was fuming, teeth seething and hair falling out of her braided bun, "why on earth can i not take part in the event tom! how else am i supposed to be seen as an adult and not a child?" she demanded, hands on her hips. tommy had watched his youngest sister scream and shout, pull at her hair for the better part of the hour. once she had realized her name wasn't on the list of the debutant ball, she quickly came home to give a piece of her mind to the head of the family. he said nothing, just watching. she stopped her frantic movements, turned back towards tom and shrugged. she was simply giving up, something that she never did. because she was a shelby, fighting till the very last second. tom saw the defeatedness wash over her like a waterfall, and then saw the tears forming in her eyes. oh how he hated to see her or finn cry, especially at the expense of him. she shook her head, knowing he was about to stand up or say something, and she put her hand up. "you don't want me out there, fine. but just know that i will resent you for the rest of my life as i go leave for university this upcoming fall." she paused beginning to walk out. she took one last look at him, "and just know that i wont come back to this shitty hell hole." and with that she left. tom sat there for a few minutes finishing his whisky and freshly lit cigarette. he sighed, looking up at the ceiling knowing that polly was going to be giving him an earful right about - now.
"thomas michael shelby, what the hell is wrong with you?" she quipped, slamming his office door and shaking his now iced glass. "pol-" she cut him off, "don't poll me, boy." she stated promptly and he knew to shut up. "your sister is this close, this close!" she said emphasizing with her fingers. "to slipping away, and do you really want that? really want that boy?" she seethed, "i don't care what you have to say thomas but she is going to that ball whether you like it or not." she said standing her ground, and he knew it was golden. one to be left untouched. he sighed, "but its dangerous." he stated and she shook her head. "if its so dangerous, find a way to make it not dangerous! you have this whole empire, use it for something good." she stated before walking out. tommy rubbed his eyes, before standing up to go speak to arthur and john, who no doubt would be at the garrison. he knew deep down, he had to let rebecca do this and if he didn't he no longer would have a sister.
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rebecca brushed her hair as finn her little brother by 7 years, went on and on about his day at school. she giggled at naiveness and plain stupidness him and his little friends possessed. yet she adored it, and how they still saw life in the most purest form. rebecca on the other hand, her world slowly began cracking a year ago. she accidently walked into the garrison during a 'family meeting' that was in the back and therefore they hadn't heard her. then as they believed her to be sleeping, she heard more speaking and whispers late one night. the world she once saw was not what she saw now. she realized how dark, cruel and unforgiving it could be. so it came to no surprise when her name was not on the damn list but a huge part of her wish it had been. she wanted to be like every other university girl in this town, but she was afraid she'd never be. "alright fi, time to get to bed." she smiled turning around in her vanity chair. fi was a little nickname she gave to him one cold night during the war and it had stuck between the two since. "i don't want to." he huffed, crossing his arms. "you have to, it is quite late. don't let our big scary brother find out i let you stay up past your bedtime." she grinned, running over and tickling him. finn's laugh filled up the room, alerting the whole house he was still awake. francis smiled as she tidied up the kitchen. tommy stirred in his cat nap, feeling a ginormous headache coming on. but as he listened to the laughter and shrieks coming from upstairs his heart softened. his cold and locked heart, always swelled just a bit more when he heard finn's laugh. a contagious one at that.
rebecca shooed the boy after a minute, and wrapped her arms around the almost 13 year old boy. "i cant believe you're going to be 13 in a few days." she hummed, and he started to squirm in her arms. "oi don't become a teenager just yet." she giggled, and he stopped fidgeting. the two sat on her bed for a few minutes more before deciding it was time to get him to bed, "come on love, time to go to sleep." she said letting him get off of her lap. he yawned, and she grinned knowing full well he'd been trying to hide his exhaustion so the two could stay up just a bit more to talk. rebecca was truly all finn knew, he was only 8 when the boys went off to war and when they came back it was a shell of what they had been. rebecca cared for him like he was her own for as long as she could remember. just as tommy thought of her and finn as his own, sometimes. "come on." she whispered, taking ahold of his hand and walking towards the conjoined rooms that were separated by a thin wall and door.
tommy heard from his office the fight that finn was putting up and then it stopped, and he smiled softly knowing his exhaustion finally won. he'd always have trouble getting finn to sleep especially when everybody was over but rebecca - becs - always had a way with him. she was soft, kind, heart warming and gave the best hugs in the world. oh, and a cookie here and there. he looked at the grandfather clock in his office and decided it was late enough, and that he'd finish everything in the morning. he slowly walked upstairs, saying goodnight to francis and he stopped without knowing in front of rebecca's door. he heard her mingling about, getting ready for the next morning and trying to find her one book she'd hid without realizing. he knocked softly on her door, and she knew who it was. she walked over to her door, and opened it to reveal and tired and somewhat bothered tom shelby. she rolled her eyes, and walked towards her bed. he took that as a cue to walk in, and she faced him once she sat on her bed. she sat pretzel style, waiting for him to speak.
"becs, there are things-" she cut him off, "cut the bullshit tom. i don't want excuses." she said coldly and his eyebrows knit together in confusion and then in understanding. "you know?" he asked almost in disbelief and she rolled her eyes again, nodding. "when?" he asked, trying to figure out when she'd heard things. "the garrison last September, right before university started. then again over winter break, here at the house. and then last week when i woke up from a nap." she explained and he stood there processing it. "i know you've tried to keep me and finn safe but tommy." she paused, and he looked up at the nickname. "you cant keep my cooped up here forever. i cant live like this nor will you be able to when I've turned this house upside down." she said a bit lightheartedly. he grinned, "its not like you haven't don't that already." and she smirked. "i am the only female in this bloodline, it was to be expected." she smiled, a genuine smile. "and the only blonde and blue eyed one." he said and she pointed at him, in agreement. he looked down, and thoughts plagued his mind. "tommy...i need to do this. you need to let me do this, i cant stay in birmingham forever. i want a life outside of this place, i dream of faraway places. i dream of chicago or los angeles, i dream of a air so clean it hurts. i dream of a place where i don't fear to step out of my house, where i can be who i want to be, wild and free." she paused as tommy looked up. "i want the fairytales mum used to say and the one's aunt pol spoke about...i want my prince charming far, far away from here. you-you need to let me go tommy. or ill never escape this thing- this place." she said saying the words he'd longed to hear. just not the america part.
"okay." he simply stated, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "ok-ay?" she questioned, and he nodded. "okay." he repeated. she felt her heart flutter and butterflies grow with excitement. she jumped off the bed, and threw her arms around the usually stone cold brother. he froze for a second before chuckling, and wrapped his arms around his baby sister. "thankyou thankyou." she said genuinely, feeling as if she was on top of the world. until she wouldn't be.
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rebecca walked down the stairs to find michael and aunt polly waiting for her, at the bottom. because her brothers were out of the age frame, it was determined that michael would 'send her off' and accompany her that evening. she smiled at michael who truly was her brother, as the two had stuck with one another during the war. and being so close with aunt polly, cemented it further. finn shouted from the top steps as michael was about to walk out with her. "becca wait!" he screamed, and she turned around to see her kid brother rushing to hand her a single rose. she knew exactly where he got it from, mrs.hanovers front garden two blocks over. "oh bubba, thankyou." she smiled hugging him. "i hope you have a good time tonight, and break a lot of hearts." he joked and she giggled nodding. "i love you, don't forget that." finn said pulling her in one last time. she smiled, "i love you too fi." she said before kissing his cheek and michael retook her arm. he hooked his other arm on pollys and the three left finn with franics.
the shelby boys and their partners were already at the grand hall, polly walking in shortly before rebecca and michael would walk in after being announced. he looked down at his cousin who practically was his sister at this point, and he saw the nerves beginning to seep over. she could not shake the feeling of dread, and one of fear. she had woken up during the night in a terror, finn quickly running over to check on her. he'd found her in a cold sweat, heart and mind racing. he held her as she shook, not understanding what her mind was fighting. thoughts so unfathomable for her, and one's that would not be dared to be spoken. michael rubbed her arm, and that comforted the blonde. "thankyou michael again, for doing this." she smiled up at her younger cousin - by only a year he liked to joke. he nodded kissing her temple, and she held on tightly to the rose finn had given her.
polly on the other side of the curtain found the boys and their partners, nodding to tommy who stood just a little taller. grace at his side, smiled softly knowing polly had settled his nerves just a bit. the crowd turned their attention toward the debutants and their partners. the crowd gushed, oohed and ahhed over the affair. it was now rebecca's turn, and she felt butterflies flooding her body. michael winked at her and then they walked out. rebecca's champagne-colored dress dazzled the crowd, her blue stone necklace glinting just a tiny bit in the light. rebecca amelia shelby, the girl who shall not be named was finally being seen by many. the shelby girl kept in the shadows for most of her life, raised by her kid brother and so called addicted aunt, had barely seen the light of day for school. let alone, the slum of birmingham. she smiled widely as the crowd clapped for her like they did for every other young lady tonight. michael walked her over towards the family as he had spotted them rather quickly, while rebecca was lost in her own world. they turned towards the family, as the crowd murmured about the young girl. she would not be forgotten, not now and not ever.
they walked up to the group and john quickly hugged rebecca, then arthur and then tommy who only nodded at her. oh for the love of appearances, rebecca silently cursed. aunt polly gushed about her dress and entrance, to which grace and esme agreed. rebecca thanked the women and turned around to look at the two debutants who had just been introduced. she politely clapped, and quickly found her best friend, olivia who Michael had become quite fond of. "please excuse me." rebecca said to the group before walking over to her and brother. "if it isn't miss beauty-" olivia started, "miss grace-" rebecca giggled. the two had recently become quite fond over america and the idea of the west, and what it could possess. their interest peaked when they saw there was a miss america pagenet and olivia was smitten. "miss united states." olivia whispered the last part causing rebecca to laugh loudly. "so did you tell him?" olivia questioned, eyeing tommy who was also eyeing the two. rebecca shrugged, "you didn't tell him?" olivia eyes went wide. rebecca shook her head, "its not like you haven't talked about since the very day you turned 18 and we were roommates." olivia said as a matter of factly. rebecca sighed, "its not that easy you know him, you know them. they'll never let me go. besides i told him about it awhile ago but i know he hates the idea of me in chicago or los angeles without them." rebecca stated and olivia rolled her eyes. "if i didn't love you as much as a sister, i'd march right up to him and go ballistic. y'know that?" olivia smirked and rebecca nodded. she'd been keeping her best friend at bay for months now.
"besides i just got archie to come with us when we do hit the west." olivia said cheekily and rebecca's eyes went wide. it was true, rebecca was smitten the older boy of two years. she had been for years, and olivia loved to tease her about it. "he's going?" rebecca in a whisper and olivia nodded, "he said he couldn't let his little sister fend for herself without him." and rebecca laughed loudly and boldly at this. arthur and john looked over along with tommy who'd been eyeing her the whole conversation. "see shes having a great time, tommy boy." arthur said clapping a hand on his shoulder. to which, tommy shoved off.
"maybe ill have to get michael to come with or at least visit us until you see how madly in love he is with you." rebecca giggled like a little girl. "rebecca amelia." olivia prompted, and rebecca clicked her tongue. "you twisted girl." olivia said sipping her champagne fluke, and archie gave one to rebecca. she smiled at him and thanked the hazel eyed boy who smiled back at her. "whos the rose from?" olivia asked and rebecca smiled, "finn." she said and olivia gushed. "that's so cute where'd he steal it from?" she teased and rebecca laughed. "mrs hanouver two blocks east." and olivia gasped, "that little grifter." olivia said about finn, and rebecca rolled her eyes. she looked back to see her family dispersing just a bit, while tommy and grace stood in the same place talking to another older couple. "i should head back, but i will see you later...at the after party?" she whispered the last part, and olivia smirked. "don't you know it." she smirked, and then rebecca turned towards archie. "as always it is a pleasure." he smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing it. her cheeks turned crimson and she let it fall to her side before turning around and walking towards tommy and grace. he turned towards her, as she walked up to them. he stopped the conversation short, and grace went to go find polly. tommy gave his sister his full attention, and she smiled. "see? that wasn't so bad." she teased, taking his outstretched arm. he chuckled, knowing that the threat of life was not over and done for the evening.
"so what do you think of the idea of a trip out west this winter?" she said gaging his response. "i heard al capone is a great guy." she teased and he chuckled briefly. he'd been in contact with guys in new york and new jersey and knew just how great of a guy he was. somebody just like tommy but even worse. "tell me why you know who capone is?" he questioned softly and she shrugged, and tommy rolled his eyes now. "oi! don't be rolling your eyes at me." she playfully joked and tommy could not help but crack a little bit more. he just laughed, as the crowd began to disperse into the bigger ballroom to have dinner and have some dancing. tommy and rebecca stood their for a brief moment, looking at one another. he pulled a piece of stray blonde hair behind her ear and questioned softly, "when did you grow up?" and she blushed. "i did a long time ago tommy..you just didn't want to notice." she smiled softly. despite all of the rules and regulations he imposed on her once he came back from the war, she wouldn't have had it any other way. the amount of nights in she received with finn from tommy, and her brothers were ones she was going to cherish. "tommy." she said just as he was about to take another step towards the grander ballroom. he looked back and saw nerves and anxiety plagueing her features. he tried searching her eyes but came up short, "i wanted to let you know that i wasn't joking when i was talking about going west." she began and he felt her slipping, slipping from his fingers. "i am going west once i graduate this spring, olivia and i will be going together." she said not sure of his response. but she never got it. as soon as tommy opened his mouth, he looked forward and saw the commotion that he had worried about. an italian mobster outstretched his hand with a silver weapon, pointing it at tommy. for it to only hit rebecca instead as arthur pushed him over.
chaos rose throughout the hall, as tommy screamed. rebecca fell in his arms as he had tried to push her back behind him. her champagne dress now crimson red. she looked up at tommy, as he cradled her in his arms. she could not hear a thing, as she looked up at him. as he yelled for an ambulance, for somebody to help. she pulled his face to look towards her's, eyes swelling with tears in her blue eyes. she knew these were her last moments, and she did not want them to be filled with the ceiling but on somebody she loved. could of been arthur, michael, finn- anybody. her hand finally unclutched the single rose as polly kneeled down. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry!" tommy cried looking down at rebecca. he cried, as she was losing her grasp on this world. arthur was the first one to look back at his sister, then john and then michael. it was as if time was frozen, as the four men in her life watched her breathing her last few breathes. "im sorry." tommy whispered again, words spitting with salty tears. rebecca shook her head, "you did-did everything you thought was right. i-i-i could never fault you for that tommy." she said slowly and brokenly. "i love you so much, tommy." she cried out, and that made tommy cry even harder. "i love you too, blondie." he sobbed. arthur fell to his knees, as rebecca slowly took one last breathe; fighting gravity as her chest weighed down. once tommy realized she'd stop breathing, he lost it. his sister was not supposed to leave this world at the hands of his doings. she was supposed to live a long beautiful life somewhere far away from here, with her two kids, dog and husband she'd long to have. she was supposed to get out of this place and never look back. she was never meant to have her demise be here in birmingham.
tommy cluthed his sister's lifeless body as his world was breaking. polly clung to michael who'd now kneeled beside her. arthur sobbed face down and john grabbed ahold of olivia as she tried to see where her best friend was.
rebecca amelia shelby, the long lost daughter of the shelby clan, the one who shall not be named would be named forever in this town of birmingham.
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oh my goodness!!!!! i hope you all enjoyed, and if you did so please like, comment and repost-- i will love u forever xx
also not me playing the titanic suite medley and crying at the end lol
#tommy shelby x sister!reader#tommy shelby#arthur shelby#peaky blinders#John shelby#Tommy Shelby x oc#peaky blinders x oc#peaky blinders x sister!reader#Michael gray#polly gray#aunt polly#cillian muprhy#finn cole#I have no idea what to tag now lol
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hi lovies !!! so for awhile now i have been debating if i was going to continue writing on @equallyshaw when that is dedicated to hockey players and hockey players only..lol -- but for so long I've wanted to write about other people, and with my resurgence in celebrities and movies, i thought why not!!
currently to be posted:
a short story or one shot : thomas shelby / shelby sister !
cillian muprhy x oc hardy ! (tom hardys sis)
one shot : cillian murphy x oc !
one shot (or series ;)) Dylan obrien x oc murphy (cillians little sis x)
finn cole x oc character !
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basically just in my cillian murphy era ? lol
#cillian murphy#peaky blinders#dylan obrien#welcome to my page lovies!#i have no idea what to put now lol#also yes i am writing about you#if you didnt know#hehe
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