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Great!

Can I please request a male reader x tommy Shelby where the male reader is a private teacher for Tommy’s children and tommy falls in love with him

It’s ok if you dont feel like it, no pressure 🌸✨

A/N: I hope you enjoy! This was very sweet to write and I even snuck a little Esme in there.

Charlie asked him what love was, and it took everything in Tommy's power to not splutter out, "I don't fucking know." But he didn't. He told his son to ask Polly.

For some time, Tommy thought it was finding someone to laugh with and cry with and talk to until dawn. But when he thought of that these days he grimaced. The truth was that he was tired. There were days when he crawled back to Arrow House with heavy eyes, teeth aching and bone marrow crying out for rest. The last thing he wanted was more. More talking, more needing him, more desiring his existence. He wanted stillness and he found it in the solarium. He'd fall back on the settee, fully clothed, and doze off.

He knew what an iota of peace was, but nothing of love anymore.

It was the fall when Tommy's routine encountered a strange addition. He'd collapse in the solarium then awake to his head resting on a pillow, his shoes off and legs up, and his coat on him like a blanket. In front of him was a single tray of tea. He'd wake up, take a sip, grimace at the over-steeped, lukewarm drink, and gather himself.

In early October, Tommy woke to the sound of tea pooling in a porcelain cup. His eyes creaked open to see a man in wireframe glasses moving smoothly through the motions as if he'd been doing this exact thing for weeks. His brown eyes met Tommy's, and he gave a soft smile before walking across the room and sitting in a nook by the window without a word. It only took a moment to see him sink into the space like he belonged there with a book in hand.

If Tommy hadn't hand-selected Daniel Peterson to be Charlie's live-in teacher, he would have had a dead man in his home. But instead, he had a raging curiosity.

"Thanks for letting me sleep," Tommy spoke as he reached for the cigarettes in his pocket.

"Well I'm always here first, so I really just go on my way," Daniel clarified. Tommy tried to think if he ever recalled another person in the space, but he always had one mission in mind.

"The tea is nice."

"Not when you get to it, it isn't."

"But you pour it anyway?" Tommy asked. There was a pause and the sound of the striking of a match was all there was.

"I do... pour it anyway. You're welcome."

Come November, Tommy understood the appeal of sitting in silence. He came to the solarium and checked for Daniel who was almost always reading. For a few hours, they existed in each other's presence with few words, just the pouring of tea. Tommy slept, but eventually, he began just sitting with his eyes closed and head tilted to the ceiling- the company being refreshing when the nap wasn't enough.

The day Daniel quietly came over and lit Tommy's cigarette when the man lost his own matches, was the day Tommy looked at him. He'd reread the studious teacher's file for reference, and then again recently like a good book. Daniel was a few months older than Tommy, but their lives were much different. He'd fought in the war but he was stable and bookish.

The day he was hired, it was how he spoke simply and straightforwardly, saying exactly what he could and could not do that made Francis and Tommy choose him. Now Tommy realized the teacher had a real steady charm about him. He was solid and responsible, or at least he didn't seem to need anything from him. And he had a nice smile, Tommy thought.

It was nearing December and the end of the school season, so Tommy checking in on more of Charlie's studies. He'd done it here and there before, but it was becoming a habit.

Daniel watched Charlie run off to play before approaching Tommy, cross-armed and leaning against the door.

"Light schedule today?" Daniel teased with a tilted head.

"I was just curious as always and when I'm working from home, why not stop by?" Tommy shrugged. "Since I'm here, do you want to have dinner with Charlie and I?"

"Are you sure? My silence is golden."

"Hardy har har, though I appreciate that too."

Tommy watches the man clean up and begins etching every bit of him in his mind. Shapely jaw, nimble fingers, a warm kindness and elegance. The lithe of his voice, his quietness and care. Tommy collected things one by one until his mind was filled with Daniel Peterson.

Dinners and silent solarium encounters were comfortable, pleasant even. Tommy was starting to think he didn't deserve it. This was peace, he thought, he just happened to be getting greedy about having so much more of it.

"What is love?" Charlie asked, this time to Daniel while he was supposed to be answering questions. Tommy stood at the door, watching, surprised Charlie was still on this. Daniel hummed and clasped his hands.

"Love is a shapeshifter and a mirror and disgustingly honest. You'll understand that when you're older. But for now, it's doing what you can to make sure someone is delighted, healthy, and well from the tiniest detail to the biggest things. But the most important thing is listening and respect. Unwanted consideration is not considerate. Good?" Daniel grinned at Charlie whose head was tilted.

"Ummm, alright, good." Charlie's nose scrunched when his teacher ruffled his hair, but he got back to work.

He could read a thousand books about love and each one would tell him something different, Tommy knew that much. And yet that brief explanation from Daniel stayed in his mind and seeped out of him. He started pouring tea and offering access to the Arrow House library. They shared lunches, breakfasts, and five-minute moments in each other's presence when Tommy wound up walking to Daniel's office in the middle of the day without even meaning to.

"Are you on drugs again?" Esme asked as she sat reports on Tommy's desk.

"Fuck off."

"Seriously, Thomas. They aren't good for you, and we can all tell," she scolded him. Tommy realized she was serious and he sighed.

"I'm not. So I guess you're all wrong."

"If it's not opium then you must be in love because you walk like a man hungry for something that's not at Watery Lane." Esme gave him a pointed look, and Tommy couldn't help but compare her to Polly as she left the office. She did seem to catch on quicker than he did. Tommy leaned back in his chair.

The harsh winter made Tommy decide it wasn't love, it was gratitude. For all the nights Daniel helped Charlie feel less like he was babysat and more like he was living. And when Daniel took care of the Shelbys in the house when they got sick at the same time.

It was more like, being impressed with him. He knew everything, it seemed. Not a genius per se, but an encyclopedia of a man no less. Even when it came to business, Daniel could point Tommy in the right direction.

Or even a natural closeness was a better description. Daniel wrapped his arms around Tommy on the anniversary of Grace's death and days that got rough. His touch became a welcome comfort that Tommy sought out again and again. It wasn't love, it was just greed. It was just wanting more of the kind of peace that only he could provide.

"Are you two in love?" Charlie asked. Daniel and Tommy turned their heartfelt eyes from each other to Charlie.

"What makes you ask that?" Daniel asked calmly, beating Tommy to speaking first.

"Dad said love was hard to explain and he told me to ask Polly. Polly said it was when you just want to stay by someone's side. And I asked Mr. Peterson and he said it was wanting to do what you can to make sure someone is delighted, healthy, and well from the tiniest detail to the biggest things," Charlie recited their answers precisely between bites of oatmeal. "Isn't that what you two do? You're always together when you're home, and even pour each other's tea. And you always look delighted when we all play together. You're in love, aren't you?"

Daniel tapped the table and leaned back in thought. His eyes turned to Tommy, deferring to him for once.

"Must be," Tommy said with a nod, then went back to his breakfast. Daniel's eyebrows raised at the confession, but both Shelbys had already moved on. When Charlie left for his piano lesson, Daniel turned to Tommy.

"What was that?"

"Charlie made excellent points. And it's been true for a while hasn't it?" Tommy flipped through his paper absentmindedly but with trembling hands.

"Well what are you going to do about it?"

"What do you mean? I'll just keep loving you."

"How romantic," Daniel mumbled then reached for toast. Tommy's hand reached out and caught his.

"You didn't say your piece yet."

"I think I've loved you since I poured tea for you just in case you woke up in time to drink it hot. I just didn't think I'd be found out by a six-year-old."

"My sister-in-law found me out, so we're even."

Tommy wasn't convinced he knew what love was anymore, or if he ever did. But he did know the morning breeze quieted them, and the sunlight drenched the acres of Arrow House in a way that made his breath catch a bit.

Tommy knew peace, and he knew what he wanted more of, which was having more moments hand in hand with Daniel. And at the end of the day, he was beginning to think that was enough.

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evita-shelby · 9 months

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Reader insert Masterlist

Part 2

(Masterlist 1)

Ran out of space lol

Tommy Shelby

Only Joys will come (part iii of nights on the January)

Happy wife Happy life (drunk!Tommy x wife)

Promise (tommy x sick!reader)

Chance (tommy x ex!reader)

Ths Red Room (tommy x reader x eva) vampire!au

Torture (tommy x wife!reader)

Fatal Attraction (tommy x assassin!reader)

Cuddling(part 2 for happy wife happy life)

Death shall set you free (tommy x wife!reader)

The Devil of Small Heath (kelpie!Tommy x witch!reader)

A Dull Party (Tommy x Eva/Reader x Tatiana)🔞

Moon (tommy x witch!reader)

Lamb(sequel to moon)

Dad!Tommy fics

Ghosts of New Year's Past (Tommy & Diane(oc daughter) & Polly’s Ghost)

Luca Changretta

Persistence (luca x shelby sister)

The fabulous miss shelby (part 3)

Two for One (Luca x reader x Eva)

Jack Nelson

The professor

Hunt(vampire hunter au)

Michael Gray

Finn Shelby

Preacher's Daughter (kid!finn x Jeremiah's duaghter!reader)

Isiah Jesus

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sadattemptofawriter · 1 year

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Dual nature (Thomas Shelby x female! OC)

Dual nature 4 – A bed and a hard spot

Summery: Life in Birmingham is hard for every unfortunate soul that lives in it, but it is especially difficult for women. And if that woman has noan of her own and no family to call her own than life is difficult in even more convoluted ways. If that woman is fair of face than she has little choice to become a whore. Minerva knows this and tired of constant unwanted attentions she, hatches a plan. A plan that if done right will ensure her an honorable job with decent wages and if undone will most likely get her killed. But she is willing to try anything to avoid prostitution.

One day, Minerva Griffin made a point to show herself leaving her home, moving out and leaving it for someone else. So that her brother, Byron Griffin can come and stay. Byron Griffin who is a scrawny lad, but eager to work with a funny girlish way about him.

Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. mild descriptions of exual encounted. Your media consumption is your own responsibility

“I beg your pardon?” I gasp and throw the wet rag on my shoulder.

“You are pardoned, no need to beg.” Smirks John as he yet again, puts a tooth pick in his mouth to chew.

“I said we are getting you laid.” Arthur announced proudly. His scruffy face lit up with such a childish joy that rivaled a child on Christmas Eve. He really was a master of ridiculous pranks and jokes. God save the subject of his torments whenever he got bored enough to come up with elaborate games to entertain himself.

God save me. I am now his favorite subject to tease.

“No, thank you. I have work to do.” I tried my best to courtly refuse. There was no way of tiptoeing around this one.

“No, you don’t.” john snickered. The devil, he was. “You always act busy and refuse to drink with us. I know Tommy said it. But come on…you’re a man now. You need to get laid.”

“John Shelby, don’t you have anything better to do than think about all the holes I put my cock into?” thanks to all the time I spend with these men and all the other men, I have officially grown a mouth that would give any woman a heart attack. Good. One more step away from being recognized.

Becoming foul-mouthed wasn’t as bad as I thought. Or rather, it wasn’t bad because I was now a man. When I was a young girl, I once yelled ‘shit’ after I fell off a 3-year-old filly. My mother proceeded to give me a beating with her fan. That night, I was sent to my room without dinner and was told to think about my actions. Now, dressed as Byron, not only no one bat an eye at my foul mouth, they all laughed and encouraged it. As if it all was a game.

“Do you stick your cock in anything?” he laughed.

“It better not be the horses.” John quipped, his grin hidden behind a flask.

“It is, isn’t it?” John howled with laughter this time, his followed by the laughter of all others. “You fuck the mares?”

“What’s going on in here?” came the icy cold voice of my icy cold savior. My employer. Thomas Shelby stood a few yards away from us next to Charlie Strong with eyes that could kill the devil, fuck holy Marie and challenge God. It was his neutral look, I’ve learned. That man lives in the extremities.

“Hello mister Shelby.” I bow my head.

“Tommy!” Arthur yells in delight, bringing his younger brother in on the circle and patting him on the shoulder.

He still stood cold and collected, waiting for an answer. I wanted to tell him that his dumb brothers had the idiotic idea to get me laid. They wanted to convince me to sleep with a prostitute because they believed I have been working so much that it bored them. I couldn’t do that since I don’t have the right equipment. Why, you ask mister Shelby? Because I was a woman. That would be a deadly conversation. I would take a cap to the throat. Damn it.

I remained silent.

“Well?” he prompted.

“Tommy, give Byron tomorrow afternoon off. No, this afternoon. Give him a day off.” John said, his toothpick bouncing between his lips with each word.

Tommy’s eyes turned to me, like icicles in my soul. “Why?”

“I don’t need or want a day off, sir. I will be working.” I assured him, which resulted in a perfectly arched brow.

“Is that so? Then what is John saying?” I don’t know if he knew what the boys had suggested and was merely trying to embarrass me, or he was genuinely curious.

“We want to get him laid.” Arthur said happily. This made Tommy to turn to me with an inquisitive brow raised and a humorous half smirk.

“Get him laid. Eh?”

“No need, mister Shelby, I have work.” I try even harder to get out of this situation without raising too many suspicions. The problem was I couldn’t refuse too much. Not just because they were the peaky devils and no one got to refuse the devils and live a scar free life – if they get to live at all – but also what man would go so long without a good lay? That was the problem, and I didn’t know the answer. How far do I go with my refusal? Has it already been weird? I am not actually a man; I have no desire of sex, the way men usually have. And even if I have no way out of it, and have no choice but to… do as they want me. What am I even supposed to do? I lack the right thing… I don’t thing even I can fake that. And I can’t tell them I am not interested in women… men with such perverse fancies don’t usually last long. And what would I do with the…woman? Do I tell her? No. I can’t risk it at all. Do I do things? What things? How? And can I bring myself to do so?

The sounds of cheering snap me from my thoughts and I look at John confused.

“Congratulations Byron. You're going to get laid tonight.” He whistled happily, and I turned to look at Tommy Shelby, who was already walking away with Arthur as if he had not just given my life away to be toyed with.

I consider my life as Byron, under the employment of Thomas Shelby, possibly the only good thing that has happened to me since before the war. But right now, at this moment? I wanted to pull out a gun and shoot Thomas Shelby right in the head.

The rest of the day I did my best to look for things to do, things that would take long very long to accomplish. No such luck. I had kept the stables in tip-top shape. By the time the sun began to set and the long pale shadows of the Shelby men were cast on the entryway, I had pathetically surrendered myself to a fate possibly worse than death.

They came to me, jolly and drunk. Grabbed me by the scruff of my neck like I was some young pup with pig paws they wanted to show off and dragged me all the way across small heath. They continued to tease me with their crude jokes and promises of a ‘skilled woman’. I couldn’t care less.

My mind was frozen in fear. I couldn’t keep up with the banter, I could barely focus on their jokes to begin with. I suppose I understood then why they called them the peaky devils. It didn’t have anything to do with violence. It was just that they tormented people for their own amusement.

Cruel monsters.

“Here we are, Lad. This is Sophia’s place. She’s good. She’s been waiting for ye.” John laughed. I sighed and Arthur pushed me towards the door.

I had to think quick. I had to make a decision. Was I ready to commit to whatever fate befell me beyond that door? Was I ready to do whatever it takes to survive as Byron? Or was my resolve going to break here and now.

Minerva is dead.

I am Byron.

And by God I will live as Byron.

The door opens and I am pushed inside. “Have fun mate.” I hear them laugh.

And I stand inside the small, dimly lit apartment in front of another woman who was already halfway out of her clothes. “You are Sophia.” I try my best to keep a blank face.

She nodded and a curtain of soft reddish-brown hair fell over her shoulders, I gave her a once over, this was the woman they expected me to lay with under whatever misguided kindness those two devils had. She was pretty, I’ll give her that. Her hair was down to her voluptuous hips and her hazel eyes sparkled as if she was still some innocent girl. Her lips red with a curve so teasing I could not help but think that she was some minx. Furthermore, her skin unmarred with a pink flush of spring petals.

I was no man, but in that short moment, I could admit I knew why men marveled at the soft pale flesh of women. In that small moment I knew what Adam saw in Eve to eat that apple, what Hades saw in Persephone and what Romeo saw in Juliet. I was no man, but I didn’t need to be. to marvel at beauty, one doesn’t need to have a cock to pulse.

I would not mind laying my lips on her skin, I thought to myself. I didn’t know what to make of my thoughts. I never considered myself a woman of perverse needs, but then again, I never knew I was a woman who could so easily live as a man shoveling shit for a job.

“The Shelby’s said I am yours for the afternoon.” She sounded nervous. “They paid me good to make sure you had your fill.”

“Of course, they did.” I couldn’t help the sarcasm lacing my tongue. “Their idea of a dumb gift.” I take a hand and run it across my face.

She frowned, then her face crumbled in worry. “You don’t like me? They said you would. If I am not... if you want someone else…” she looked a lot more worried than she should have about a man not wanting to sleep with her. “I don’t want the misters, Shelby cross, with me.”

Ah. There it was. The misters Shelby. I suppose I am not the only one they torment with their mere existence. She is a whore, and they bring a customer, and yet they bring about such worry that they make sex for a seasoned whore difficult. I pity her. I sympathized with her. Most importantly, I felt the need to do something.

Something that will forever close the gates of heaven for me.

“You are lovely.” I reassured and looked at her figure. Yes, truly, she was very beautiful, even a woman would admit that unless she was blind. A thought dared to bloom in my head, like a snake rearing its head from between rocks, or the shining eyes of a black cat in a dark alley. Sin bloomed in my mind.

Jesus, marry and Joseph, I entertained the thought. God save my soul, I did not shy away from it. Save my soul, I liked the idea. I was a woman. It was a fact I could hide under Byron, but I can never erase. I, more than any man she has ever had in her bed, knew about women and their pleasures.

I will confess at the church later but for now, I will indulge myself. I am in a trap, between a rock and a hard place. Between the wrath of the peaky devils and the wrath of God, I knew I should fear the later more, but I was not foolish enough to think I could withstand the former. If I was going to die and burn in hell, I might as well spare myself the pain brought about by the Peaky Blinders.

I stake a step forward and bring my hand to her hair, caressing her locks and down to her neck and shoulders. Her lips parted, so did mine.

I brought my lips to hers and enjoyed the taste of Irish whiskey. she closed her eyes and melted into me with practiced motions. her hands going towards my body, trying to strip me and please me as she has done to so many men. I hold her wrists in my hand and pull them away. “shouldn’t we be doing what I want?” I ask.

she blinks a few times in confusion as if to say what man doesn’t want this but finally settles into my whim. and by God how much it truly was a whim. I take a lungful of her scent and willingly let the reins of my intrusive thoughts go, allowing my whims to set me ablaze by the fires of hell. I make quick work of her dress, as thin as it was, it didn’t take much to tear it away then I pushed her back onto the bed and stood over her to watch the scene before me. her hair tussled and a mess around her like flames a striking contrast to her pale flesh; her body was soft and full, the kind you would want to lay your head on for days. Her breasts large and soft, they had become flushed against the open air and to my perverse eyes they begged to be held, to be kissed and bitten. The thought had come to me like a warhorse stallion, the devils’ chants in my ear. Bite her. Bite her and mark her pale moonlight skin with red bites. Bite all of her. From those pouted lips, shapely neck, her shoulders, her breasts then all the way down to her soft belly and even lower.

Curles of ginger. Same shade of red but thicker curls. That’s what covered her sweet cunt. I was surprised by my own thoughts and by the way my brain filled and described the scene before me. never in my life had I thought about other women in this way and never had I thought what I would feel about it. hers was the only other woman’s bare body I had seen and it had me salivating like a starved man at a king’s feast. It was good that I had lost the rains of my actions, because my brain could not make sense of myself. Luckily, my body had a mind of its own and pure instincts drove me to things I didn’t even knew was possible.

She moaned and sighed at every bite and my blood boiled with the realization that her moans are music to my ears and I would never want them to stop. At times he tried to stop me, take my attention to other things, try to please me in ways other men would prefer but my mind was set on its ways.

The chant in my mind getting louder and louder. Bite her. Bite her. Kiss her. Taste her skin. Taste her scent. Lap at the sweetness she hides under those ginger curls. And by god’s grace how sweet she was. I understood then, why men where the way they were. I was no longer repulsed by their needy lust; not now that I had tasted the fountain source of all their desire. Why had it not occurred to me before? Why had I not seen it before? That once you taste of this sweetness, engulfed in lovely soft thighs and mesmerized by moans then you will never want for anything else. It seemed in her taste I could find the reason for all creation and in her sound, I could find the secrets of nature.

It became abundantly clear to me why men go to war over women, why they sing songs of sweet flesh or go mad over the love of a woman or why they spend their entire lives looking for a cunt to fuck. The only thing that confused me was why men of God vow chastity and call believers towards it since it is in her sweet cunt that I found the grace of God. Knuckles deep in her, I could feel life. All of it. perhaps because it would be impossible to sway anyone with heaven if they knew it is so easily attainable. Or maybe that was just me and my perverted mind. I was already dressed as a man living in some form of sin. Might as well go all the way.

Hours had passed by the time we finished or rather by the time he was too tiered to go on and I had taken my fill of pleasure. She had remained on the bed panting and whimpering in the sweetest voice.

“you’re going to tempt me again with all those pretty noises.” I teased. Somehow my exhausted brain could form sentences still.

“Please, anymore and I might die.” She hid herself under the covers. She was really cute. Especially now with all the pretty delicious markings I left on her skin.

I laughed as I straightened my clothes in front of her mirror and fixed my hair to appear somewhat respectable and decent. Since God knows nothing else of mine was decent at all. Definitely not my mouth. “I am leaving now. You tell misters Shelby while I didn’t ask for this, I am….” How was I going to finish this sentence? I am what? I am glad? Happy? Pleased? Hoping to do it again? I am surprised by the fact that I did all that I did in the past couple of hours? “Tell them I admit I needed the break. But please don’t do it again.”

“So, you are pleased?” she asks poking her head from under her covers.

“Yes. Very much.” I say in all the honesty I could muster after that deeply illuminating experience,

“Are you sure? You didn’t fuck me.”

“Girly, you were a mess with just a few fingers and my tongue. I don’t think you can handle an actual fucking.” I bragged in the way sexually confident men do. I hopped she believed my brag and took my teasing as it was and didn’t push the matter.

She grumbled under her breath something about men and their cocks and I was grateful I was in that category now. “You better be pleased because in not than the Shelby’s are going to have my head.”

“Relax. They don’t care. They just set me up to tease me anyways.” I laughed. This time genuinely. Now that I had tasted heaven, I wasn’t so mad about the teasing anymore. Maybe a bit stressed but right then and there I was buzzed to much on sin and heresy to care. “But if it really matters to you then, yes. I did enjoy myself. Very much so.”

I left her house and began my long walk in the dark and dim streets of small heath. Hoping to get a glass of Irish whiskey before the garrison closes, I made a turn to an alleyway I knew as a shortcut.

“Fuck.” I freely said into the cold air. “Fuck.” I said it again and felt for the first time a sense of freedom I had never even thought possible.

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jm-2406 · 2 months

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Just a ring.

Pairing - Tommy Shelby X reader; Male OC x reader.

Summary - “he has asked me to marry him but I had to come here first. I need to know if you feel anything… anything at all for me.”

Word count - 2.1k (longest I ever wrote)

Note - flashback in italics.

Warnings - infidelity.

Cursive words made their way across the document as he led the pen from left to right, every movement a study in perfection. A famous business man like Thomas Shelby who hid his real business behind that of gin production and bookmaking, couldn't afford anything less than perfection. He pursed his lips as he focused on getting his signature just right, reading the already typed composition. Mergers, especially one as important as this one needed to be dealt with utmost care, and a very carefully crafted ‘brown nosing’ letter never hurt anyone.

He was feeling very pleased with his efforts when a loud noise from outside his office startled him. Throwing an angry glare towards the closed door, he cursed the person who disturbed him.

“You can't go in there Miss. He's very busy.” His secretary's voice reached his ears. “To hell with his schedule. I don't care.” The other voice responded sharply and he knew who that other person was. He mentally prepared himself for the upcoming drama, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

“I'm sorry Mr. Shelby, this—this Woman refused to make an appointment. Should I escort her out?”

Tommy eyed the girl in front of him; she stared back defiantly, challenging him. He wouldn't throw her out but that didn't mean that he couldn't make her sweat. The young woman in front of him started to fidget nervously the longer Tommy kept staring at her without a word. “It's okay George. You're excused.” The woman heaved a sigh of relief at his words.

Tommy turned to her and said coldly. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure? What is it, [Y/L/N]? Say your piece and spare me. I am too busy right now.”

[Y/N] scoffed, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was trying to protect herself from his coldness. “Wow. So you can speak more than three words at a time and just my luck that you use them to dismiss me. ‘[Y/L/N]’, ‘my piece’... You are so intolerable Tommy.”

“Then why are you here, love?” He retorted flippantly but her next words made him stop his work.

“He knows…”

“Who knows what, [Y/N]?”

“Robert… he found your waistcoat under the bed… the one you forgot to put on because of some ‘important’ business.” She confessed, her voice shaky. She paused and then opened her mouth to continue, her voice cracking. “He didn't even ask who it belonged to. He said that it didn't matter. He blamed himself, you know…For being gone so often.”

Tommy kept staring at the papers on his desk, completely still. He didn't know what kind of response she was expecting but his mind went blank. He was about to say something when she dropped the final bomb. “He's asked me to marry him.”

Her eyes finally rose up from the floor. He could feel her willing him to look back at her; willing him to show any emotion. But the man kept staring at his desk, forcing himself to pick up the document and continue his letter.

“I haven't answered him yet.” She admitted, “I had to come here first. I had to see you, but you've been avoiding me and… I just need to know if you feel anything, anything at all for me.” She waited for him to respond, waited for any sign from him but he was as cold as ice and just as frozen as he signed his name at the end of his letter.

He continued his work robotically and took a breath only after hearing her footsteps shuffling closer to the door. “I meant what I said that night… I still do.” She whispered and then she was gone, missing the look that crossed his face.

After crying her heart out, [Y/N] kept staring at the end of the room blankly, her mind still stuck on everything that has happened in her life recently. “I am stronger than this.” She whispered to herself. Her head fell against the back of the couch, and she curled a leg up beside her, wrapping her arms around it as she glanced out the window.

It never should have happened, she knew that now, but she still couldn't bring herself to regret that it had. It had all started about six months ago, she and Robert had been having a lot of arguments around that time.

“You promised!” She raised her voice, fed up with his attitude.

“I know babe but this is urgent.” Robert said softly, trying to pacify her but it made her angrier instead.

“Fine. Go wherever you want to. Do whatever you want. But I am not going to keep changing my plans according to you every time. I am going to attend the Christmas Eve party… with or without you.”

“No. You can't do that [Y/N]. What will they say? My reputation will be thrashed.”

“Oh I can and I will. If you care about your ‘reputation’ then come to the event with me.” She asked one last time but only got a shake of head in return as Robert took his briefcase and left.

There at the party, [Y/N] found herself in the company of none other than Thomas Shelby, the Birmingham gangster turned businessman turned politician. Though she didn't trust him, she couldn't disagree that the man was charming. A few drinks later, she found herself up against a wall in one of the vast deserted hallways, moaning and thoroughly enjoying herself with a man that most definitely was not her boyfriend. That was how it all started.

Secret correspondence and casual meetings followed. Every time she would receive one of his notes or calls, she would hesitate and every time she gave in. She couldn't stop herself; he made her feel passionate, naughty, and desirable. It was everything she never felt with Robert thus she became addicted.

Over time, their Pattern seemed to change. It started with simple words after they were intimate and soon she found herself spending nights in his house. It went to a point where she would see Robert maybe once in two or three weeks for a date and spend almost every other day with Tommy.

After sometime she realized that her feelings for the two men had begun to change. Tommy had become her confidant and lover. On the other hand she found herself forgetting about the dates with Robert, arriving late when he called her, zoning out when he talked to her. She was figuring out what to do when the unexpected happened.

They were lying in his bed, quietly content after a night full of activity when her lips, engaged by a sleepy mind, betrayed her. “I think… I am falling for you.” Time froze. In one swift movement, her lover had stood from the bed and had placed his robe around his shoulders. He turned his back to her, making it clear that he didn't want to talk.

She remembered how she had sat there; hurt and humiliated beyond belief. It had taken all the strength and courage that she could muster to get dressed and leave that night. That was two weeks ago.

Truth to be told, when Robert had found Tommy's waistcoat under her bed, she felt relieved. Everything would be out in the open, she could move on but once again reality turned out to be quite different than her thoughts. Robert opened up to her about his behaviour and promised to work less, be with her more and that he wanted to marry her. Before she could blink, he was down on his knee, proposing to her.

“I… I need time, Robert.”

Now here she was, lamenting unrequited love and cursing her fate.

A week later -

[Y/N] pushed open the door of her flat with a tired sigh. She tossed her shoes into their space in her coat closet with one hand as she released the clip that held her hair with the other. Moving towards the kitchen cabinet, she uncorked the wine bottle and took a sip directly from the bottle.

“Long day?” A deep voice asked her.

She turned on her feet and observed the man in front of her. Tommy was sitting on the couch as if he owned the place. “What. Do. You. Want?” She asked slowly, proud of the bitterness in her voice. “Tommy…”

He didn't verbally respond; calling her to him with a gesture of his hands. She wanted to shout at him but she couldn't. He made her weak. He reached up with his fingers for her left hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond that sat there.

“I'm engaged…” She tried to stop the teasing fingertips from continuing their journey of exploring her body.

“Well… you're not married yet. It's just a ring.” He whispered, holding her face to make her look at him. She felt the pads of his fingertips gripping the ring on her third finger and slowly sliding it off. A metallic clink resonated in her ears as the ring fell to the floor.

The fight drained out of her as she sunk into her lover's arms. Her knees folding under her as his lips joined with hers. She knew that this night would be their final goodbye.

“Where is your engagement ring?”

“I… I must have forgotten it.”

“Forgotten it? On the night of our engagement party?” Robert questioned incredulously. They were interrupted by some other guests and they easily fell into the conversation, saving [Y/N] from trying to come up with more lies.

“How are you doing, Walker?” another voice interrupted the couple. Robert cursed seeing the person who disturbed his conversation with his fiancèe.

“How did you even enter Shelby? This is an invitation only party so kindly leave.”

Thomas smirked, raising his closed fist over [Y/N]'s glass of champagne. One by one he uncurled his fingers, dropping something small and shiny. Robert had a look of confusion and shock on his features as he realized that in the glass was [Y/N]'s engagement ring.

“I know I wasn't invited Walker, but I am here to collect what's mine… don't look so shocked. She hasn't been yours for a while.”

Before she could think, Robert punched Thomas, hard… and a fight started between the two. Robert's parents changed the topic and sent the guests on their way to save their image of respectful people. It wasn't until [Y/N] physically pulled Tommy back that he stopped. Even though Robert was a few centimetres taller than Tommy, he was no match for his muscles and strength.

“When did this… this thing start? Tell me everything, [Y/N]… honestly this time.” Robert pleaded.

“Six months ago. I was angry at you and I know it is wrong but… when I did go to the party, alone, no one paid any attention to me. Didn't even greet me with a simple ‘hello’. I felt as though I was only someone if I was with you. I felt so worthless. Tommy was at the party. He annoyed me and I took my anger out on him… I don't know how but the next thing I remember is kissing him; one thing lead to another and here we are… I am sorry Robert. I don't deserve you.”

Robert scoffed. He left immediately after throwing the ring down. His mouth did not say a word but his eyes conveyed the anger and hurt he was feeling.

[Y/N] turned to Tommy. “Well. It was a long day. Thank you for ruining my engagement party. Now I think we should go.” She stood from her chair but Tommy pulled her back by her wrist, making her sit on his lap. “What is it?” She asked him.

“You asked me that day, if I feel anything at all for you. The answer is, I don't. I feel everything for you, Miss [Y/N] [Y/L/N].” He said cupping her face in his hands and pressed his lips on hers.

She smiled in their kiss knowing for sure that the man whom she gave her heart to would do everything in his power to keep her safe and happy now that he finally realised what she meant to him.

THE END.

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Silence - Chapter 49

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Ana and Tommy spend some time together checking on business in London. Tommy drops an unexpected bombshell on Ana.

Warnings = Language...Grammar...mentions of brothels... guns...violence.

Word Count = 3210

Note = Hey, so it's been a hot minute. I don't know if people are even reading this anymore and if not I completely understand it has been neglected. I had covid and to be honest, sitting around feeling sorry for myself had me actually writing to stop being bored so, i guess it was a good thing. Anyway, if your still reading enjoy. 💙

I sat in the passenger seat next to Tommy as we drove to London. I had told the doctors at the hospital I would be gone for a few days. I was nervous to do so considering the stage of healing both my parents were at. My mother was at her most vulnerable, scared of most males that entered her room, only mumbling incoherently under her breath until they left. My father was traumatised, although he tried his hardest to hide it when I was around. He still relied on a pad of paper and a pencil to communicate. His tongue was still too painful to form a word despite the physiotherapy.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty for leaving them when they needed me most. But I also felt I had neglected my relationship with Tommy long enough. I moved between our apartment and the hospital. Tommy moved to gather information needed to hunt down the Italians who did this to my parents and threatened me inadvertently. Both of us passed like ships in the night.

We had arrived in London before 10 am. Our first stop was at the docks in Camden Town to check on his shipment and Arthur. I watched as men unloaded boxes from the Shelby boats, my shawl wrapped tightly around my shoulders to shield me from the cool morning breeze. Tommy stood talking to a smaller man while watching the shipment arrive. I could tell from Tommy’s reaction that this was a man he trusted without question, he even smiled a few times during their conversation.

I walked slowly towards them, mindful of my step as the men set hard at work unloading the never-ending shipment. “This your lovely future wife to be Tommy?” The smaller man asked as I approached, his eyes dropping to my swollen stomach.

“Anastasia Adler” I offered my hand to him to shake but instead he kissed the back of my hand, removing the peaked cap he wore before putting it back on his head with a confident smile.

“Johnny Dogs.” He introduced himself and I nodded. I had heard the boys and Polly mention his name a few times. It was nice to finally put a face to the name. “When are you tying our Tommy down? Been a while since we had a good wedding mind ye”

“Oh, we haven’t really…discussed that yet,” I answered holding my shawl tightly.

“No?” Johnny asked surprised. “Good-looking lass like that? Tommy, you need to tie her down before another man comes.”

“All in good time Johnny, all in good time.” Tommy slapped a hand over his shoulder, whispering something in his ear before reaching for my hand. Once I had accepted he gently pulled me away from the dock and up the metal staircase where a man he referred to as Billy commented on how safe the shipment would be under his watch.

Leaving the docks we drove into town stopping outside a popular club I heard the boys talking about. The Eden Club. I instantly inhaled, this was that man Sabini’s club. Although I knew Tommy and the Peaky Blinders had taken it over, the memories of that man and the beating he ordered on Tommy came flooding back and it made me nauseous. It all started with Tommy, John and Arthur coming to this club a few months back. To me, this place screamed trouble. I didn’t care how fancy or popular it was. It was cursed.

As we walked through the long elegant hallway of the Eden Club I heard what sounded like skin slapping and grunts coming from somewhere. I walked behind Tommy, the noises becoming louder and louder. Looking around I spotted the source and sickness rose in my throat.

“Morning Arthur.” Tommy strode past his older brother fucking a whore without so much as blinking an eyelid. Arthur had his gun drawn thinking it was an intruder. “We are just passing.” Tommy sighed and continued walking. I held a hand up over my eyes as I hurried my step after Tommy.

I shivered at the image I was sure would haunt me for the next few weeks as Tommy entered a curtained drawn room, this place was darker. Moodier. I started to wonder if the Eden Club was also a brothel of sorts. It had what I felt would be the makings of one. A lot of soft furnishings, and almost pornographic paintings on the wall. Curtained off areas. The dark moody, intimate atmosphere. It would be a high-end brothel if it were one.

Tommy looked over the books as I walked around the room making my assumptions about the place. My thoughts were broken by Arthur coming into the room snapping his fingers and demanding a drink. He was partially dressed this time as he approached me kissing my cheek as a hello before sitting in front of Tommy at the table he had chosen to check the books.

“Whiskey Tommy? Arthur asked buttoning up his shirt as a waiter appeared with a large bottle of brown alcohol and a few glasses.

“No. I have a long drive ahead.” He inhaled on his cigarette his eyes not leaving the books. His lips parted to blow out a puff of smoke as he studied the numbers.

“You off home?” Arthur asked trying to make conversation. He looked over at me for a moment for an answer but Tommy was quick to answer.

“Eventually,” Tommy answered. I walked over to him, my hands resting on his shoulders and I started to rub them. I looked over at Arthur who smiled, his cheeks slightly red from what I had witnessed only ten minutes ago.

“To Birmingham then eh.” Arthur cheered the air. “Good ole Birmingham.”

“What’s this?” Tommy asked, tapping his middle finger on the paper. “Olives?” I sighed softly rubbing Tommy’s shoulders as Arthur explained what an olive was and the stick on which they sat making me chuckle.

I understood it was business, but I couldn’t understand the importance of the olives until I realised that olives were code. The conversation takes a more serious, darker turn. I remained quiet, standing behind Tommy I rubbed his shoulders gently.

“The home secretary is cracking down and I don’t need this fucking everything up. Do you understand?” Tommy asked in a harsh tone, a cold look on his face as he looked up at Arthur.

“I understand.” Arthur nodded, pulling his hair towards the back of his head before pouring another whiskey.

“People down here are scared of you Arthur. But if you don’t straighten up it’ll be John’s turn in London.” Tommy warned a serious threat laying in the undertone of his voice.

“No need. I can handle this.” Arthur shook his head. “I got this yeah.”

“Fucking tidy profit though eh?” Tommy smirked, at the money on the table. Arthur smacked it smiling back.

“It’s happening Tom.” Arthur nodded towards both his brother and myself. I didn’t know what exactly was happening but I knew better than to question it when they discussed business.

“Good. Make sure it does.” Tommy instructed as he stood up, nodding his head for me to follow as he walked towards the exit. “Straighten up soldier.” He yelled.

“See you later Arthur.” I smiled gently touching his shoulder before running off after Tommy. He was like a man on a mission trying to get through his business here in London.

******

We drove through a fancy housing estate in London. It was quiet, posh. I immediately felt out of place. Tommy pulled the car over on the side of the road, we had stopped outside what looked like a gated home. Tommy immediately pulled out his pocket watch, holding it in one hand. With his other hand, he pulled out a map from the side pocket of his door, placing it on his lap.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” I asked confused by his actions. If anyone knew where they were going it was Tommy. I always believed he had a built-in compass inside his body.

“Sir I am afraid you will have to move along. There is no stopping in this area.” An armed soldier came over to the driver's side of the car. Tommy looked up in acknowledgement.

“Apologies. I was just checking the map wasn’t I love?” Tommy looked at me and I smiled nodding. I didn’t know why we had to lie but it became second nature to me when it came to defending Tommy.

“Well move along, this is a no-stopping zone.” The soldier spoke nodding his head, his eyes falling on my pregnant stomach before stepping back allowing Tommy space to move the car.

Tommy handed me the map checking his stopwatch one last time before driving off through the wet streets of London. “23 seconds” Tommy commented turning the corner. I looked at him waiting for an explanation but received silence.

“What was that about?” I asked softly holding the map in my lap. “That is something to do with that file you hid in your desk the other day isn’t it?” I felt myself getting a little annoyed. “Is that why you brought me along? Use me to help cover your tracks?”

“The less you know, the better Stace. You know this.” Tommy spoke in a long drawn voice. “You trust me don’t you?”

“Of course I trust you Tommy but I also worry for you. We have a baby on the way I would hate to have to raise them alone.” I huffed looking out the window. Tommy sighed a troubled look in his eye as we pulled up to Ada’s home.

Over the weeks when Freddie died, I felt myself getting closer to Ada. I reached out to her personally via letters, which she happily returned. I had so much admiration for her. For her bravery in Garrison Lane when her husband and brothers went to war against Billy Kimber. To her strong, powerful way of raising her child after the loss of her husband. She was a pillar of everything I wanted to be.

Tommy and I didn’t speak again as we left the car. Knocking on the door, we stood in silence when a younger gentleman opened it catching us both by surprise. Ada hadn’t mentioned him in her letters to me.

“We’re looking for Ada” Tommy spoke hands deep in his pockets, his infamous stoic look on his face as the almost boy-like man took in his appearance.

“And who are you?” He asked keeping a calm exterior which I found rather impressive considering Tommy’s imposing nature and cold stare. But Tommy didn’t provide an answer, instead, he pushed his way past the young man and into the home.

“It’s her brother. I am so sorry for his behaviour.” I sighed following in after Tommy. The young man closed the door behind us as Tommy removed his hat and coat hanging it up and walked into the living room, hands still deep in his pockets as he greeted his sister.

Hanging up my coat, I caressed my bump following in after him with a small smile as I reached out to hug his sister. The young man comes into the living almost like he is ready to protect Ada from her brother.

“Who’s he?” Tommy asked sparing the young man a glance, standing before Ada with an annoyed expression on his face. Tommy didn’t trust anyone he didn’t vet personally and even then the trust was sparse.

“James rents a room” Ada answered in annoyance her brother would be so forward in front of the young man who hadn’t done a thing.

“You need to rent out rooms?” Tommy asked sarcastically.

“Actually she doesn’t charge rent,” James answered, causing me to furrow my eyebrows looking at Ada with confusion while Tommy stared him down.

“He’s a writer. Means he is skint” Ada chuckled sitting down, patting the seat next to her for me to take. I was glad to accept it stroking my baby bump as I did. Tommy had yet to take his eyes off the poor man when he asked Ada about the whereabouts of her son.

“What do you want Tommy?” I could feel the tension in the air shift at the mention of his nephew Karl. “Oh god before you start seizing him up for a wedding suit. He is not interested in me. Or of girls of any kind.” Ada smirked slightly rubbing my bump.

“Ada” James looked at her worriedly, Tommy’s gaze still upon him.

“What? Tommy and Ana won’t judge you. And he sure as hell won't go to the police” She sniggered and for the first time Tommy broke eye contact with him, choosing to look at something on the floor as he reflected on his sister's words.

“Look, I’ll go and get dressed” James didn’t make eye contact. With my emotions all over the place, I felt bad for him. He was outed in front of strangers which would have been hard for him I had no doubt.

“James.” Tommy sighed stepping towards him. “I’m Thomas. Nice to meet ya.” He extended a hand for him to shake which made me smile. James looked down at his hand, over to Ada then back to Tommy’s hand as he accepted the handshake. “And that’s Anastasia.”

“Nice to meet you” James nodded at me as I waved to him.

“Can I have a moment with my sister please?” Tommy asked calmly.

“Yes of course” James smiled taking in Tommy’s appearance. I could sense that he appreciated Tommy for showing him respect. The action alone had me biting my lip as I sized up Tommy from my position on the sofa, my sex drive was crazy, making itself known at the worst times.

Once James left, Tommy sat on a small armchair in front of us, clearing his throat as he looked around the room. He folded his hands on his stomach inhaling deeply as he looked at Ada.

So, does the lodger know your name?” Tommy asked causing me to roll my eyes. Here we go I thought to myself as I stroked my stomach.

“Yeah. Throne. You'd think I’d tell anybody anything else? “Ada answered “You Brummie boys are all over the papers. Just one last push eh? Then you’ll go legit. Just one more obstacle to get around? Then it’ll all be straight?” She asked.

“Actually yes,” Tommy answered in a bored tone making Ada laugh.

“Personally I find it quite amusing. Men like you are becoming very fashionable around here. No society party in London is complete without a gangster the girls go giddy for. No offence Ana.” Ada took a dig at her brother but it felt like my offence. Tommy looked down at his lap, thinking over his words which worried me. Something was bothering him. “Anyway, what is it that you want?”

“I’m about to have a child Ada. So I have set up a trust fund the beneficiaries will be my baby obviously but I want to ensure that Karl and John’s kids are looked after as well. But in order for Karl to benefit I need your signature.” Tommy spoke solemnly pulling paper from the inside of his jacket. I was speechless as I held my stomach looking at my future husband. What was he talking about? He was scaring me.

“I’ve set up an account where the money will be transferred in the event of my death” Tommy finished putting the paper on the table, then sitting back as if he hadn’t just dropped that bombshell. I felt sick.

Ada leaned forward taking the paper as I stared at Tommy who wouldn’t look at me in this moment.

“Are you sick?” Ada asked.

“I’m just doing what any ordinary man would. Putting my affairs in order.” Tommy answered so casually.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I snapped feeling angry that he didn’t talk to me about this before coming to Ada. I leaned forward in my seat glaring at Tommy as he looked over at me. “You're not going anywhere, Tommy.”

Tommy looked down at his lap again, a troubled look on his face even though he tried to hide it.

“Do you hear me? You’re not going anywhere” I growled standing up, feeling the need to pace. My hands were shaking at the thought of losing him, tears settled in my eyes as I walked the floor. “I’m not raising this baby alone. I’m not.” I started to panic.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Ada tried to soothe me walking alongside me as tried to get me to recollect my breathing.

“Why would he say that? Why would you do this?” I asked in a panic, tears falling down my face. Tommy was never like this. What had changed over the last few weeks that had him thinking he was going to die?

“Stace, it’s only a precaution. I wanted to make sure you and the next generation of Shelby’s are looked after…” Tommy started to speak.

“This is all to do with that fucking file, isn’t it? What is going on Tommy?” I snapped. Ada’s eyes widened at the sound of me cursing. It was a rarity for me but I felt like this situation warranted it.

Tommy shook his head standing to his feet once more. He came to stand in front of me cupping my face into his hands as he rubbed the tears from my face. He slowly leaned forward kissing the tip of my nose.

“It’s a precaution. I will come back to you.” He promised looking deep into my eyes. His deep blues swirled with so many emotions it was hard to pinpoint just one. “We will raise this baby together.” He lets go of my face to hold my swollen stomach.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were doing this? We did I have to find out like this?” I asked tears continuing to fall from my eyes.

“I thought having our Ada’s support would help you understand better” He spoke calmly. “I wanted to show you that even without a husband you will be fine, looked after just like Ada.”

“We are going to marry Tommy you can’t…you can’t do things like this and expect me to react normally”

“It's just a precaution, Stace. Just a precaution.” Tommy repeated holding me close to his body.

******

That evening when we returned to Birmingham we stopped at the betting shop. Tommy went straight to Polly’s office to look at the financial gain from the day whereas I went straight to John who was looking at a book in the shared office.

“Alright Ana, how was London?” He asked offering me the cheeky smile he had.

“John I want you to do me a favour and I don’t want you to tell Tommy about it. Not yet.” I asked quietly checking over my shoulder for Tommy. “What is it?” John asked curiously. I exhaled loudly as I stroked my baby bump, thinking of the words I wanted to say. I needed to do this to protect my baby, to protect Tommy.

“I need you to teach me how to shoot properly.”

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moral-terpitude · 2 years

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Truly Updated Master List - as of March 3, 2024

At the moment, I am updating The Dead Rabbit and Fourth Time's The Charm when I get to them. I am posting other pieces in between as I find time. Feel free to peruse all my writings below!

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Misadventures (Masterlist) - Updated March 3, 2024

All We Have Is Now

Catwalk

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed

Quiet Sunday Manic Monday Part Three Part Four

Part Five

Composition - 1058 Words • Repetition - 1626 Words

One Shots

Chiaroscuro - Tommy Shelby x Reader - Smut - 3,346 Words

Hell Above - 1,314 Words

Completed Works

The Woman in the Window - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

Part One - 2.613 Words

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His Favorite - Tommy Shelby x OC - Smut

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Lost Letters

Part I - 1,577 Words

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Hello, Operator

Part 1 - 1,569 Words

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Tommy Shelby x male!reader

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On A Gathering Storm (in progress?) - 2,262 Words

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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - 611 Words - Tommy Shelby is the devil, but has he always been?

Driving Lessons - 1158 Words -Tommy teaches Ruby to drive, with an unexpected conversation.

After All - 335 Words - Polly helps her 18-year-old nephew solve a problem.

January - 310 Words - Tommy and Charlie have a plan.

Pinky Swears - 582 Words - Tommy makes a promise to Ada while home on leave.

Battue - 501 Words - Boxing Day shenanigans.

Royal Ascot - 258 Words -Ruby has no interest in being a debutante.

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200 Follower Celebration Requests

Sleep Talking - 283 Words

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Ony 's Peaky Blinders Master list

Chibi!Shelby Bros 🎨

Grayscale Shelby Bros Portraits 🎨

Cat!Shelby Bros🎨

Halloween Sketch 🎨

When You Gotta Calm Down Your Brother 🎨

[Request] Shelby Pillow Fight 🎨

Arthur Shelby👊

Hatching Arthur Shelby Sketch 🎨

Cloudy (Arthur Shelby x F!Reader) : Arthur married you on the basis of business but he can’t help but feel insecure as his new wife avoids his gaze.

Arthur's Favorite Place (Arthur Shelby x GN!Reader) 🚨🚨 : Self explanatory

Infatuated Series (Linda Shelby x Male!Reader x Arthur Shelby) :

Infatuated : Arthur brings a new friend to his and Linda's house leading to her developing an attractions to him

Sly Fox 🚨 : Arthur came home to a silent wife and a smiling fox

Just a Touch Series (Arthur Shelby x male!oc!Karsa Hendriks)

Moodboard

Just a Touch : A night of Arthur chilling with his 'friend'

Rough Night Solider : Arthur is in a daze after disposing a 'rat' in Tommy's request and ended up in front of his friends apartment.

Too Fucking Close 🚨 : Trying to avoid his new closest friend, Arthur found himself even more closer to him tending to his bullet wounds from protecting him in a gang riot

Tommy Shelby🚬

Writing....

John Shelby 💥

Writing....

Polly Gray🌹

Broken Glass 🚨🚨: Polly hasn't been the same since her return from jail, and you're getting a bit worried

Linda Shelby 💌

Infatuated Series (Linda Shelby x Male!Reader x Arthur Shelby) :

Infatuated : Arthur brings a new friend to his and Linda's house leading to her developing an attractions to him

Sly Fox 🚨 : Arthur came home to a silent wife and a smiling fox

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smcc212 · 3 years

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Fearless

Word count- 1, 077

Pairing- Tommy Shelby x Son!, Finn Shelby x nephew!, Isiah Jesus x Male OC(platonic)

Warnings- None really? Referenced bullying, and my awful writing.

A/N- We’re all just gonna big fat ignore the fact the I haven’t posted in 238 days, okay? Okay. Great.

Thank you to @fandoms410 for requesting this, I’m so, so, so sorry it took this long xxxxx

Tommy always worried about Liam, he couldn’t help it. Having a son that couldn’t feel pain, and was bullied as a result of that, well, who wouldn’t worry? After the incident with John kids, and the kids from Liam’s school, however, that fear only grew worse.

He felt himself just wanted to bundle Liam up in bubble-wrap and bring him everywhere with him. He was even nervous about letting Liam go out to play with Finn. Although, he knew he couldn’t keep Lee locked away forever.

He watched from his office window as Lee waddled after Finn towards Jeremiah Jesus’ house. A very excitable Isiah quickly hugging his dad before joining the Shelby boys. Liam rushes to hug Isiah, and the older boy didn’t hesitate to hug him back before picking him up and heading off towards the cut.

Tommy sighed, sitting down at his desk and attempting to get on with his work. He trusted Finn, and Isiah for that matter, with Liam; It was the other lads he didn’t trust. He just hoped, prayed that they kept a close enough eye on his little boy.

Finn watched as Isiah pretend to be much slower than he really was, letting Liam catch him as they were playing tig. He fought to keep in a laugh as Isiah dramatically acted shocked that Liam caught him.

“How are you so fast, Lee?” He pretended to wonder as Liam broke out in a fit of giggles.

“You’re just really slow, iz,” he laughed. Isiah gasped in mock offence.

“You little monster,” He said before launching into an attack of tickles. “How dare you.” Finn stopped holding in his laugh at that and instead joined Isiah’s attack.

“Stop,” Lee stammered in between laughs.

“Not until you admit that I’m a fast runner.”

“B-but you’re not.” Isiah gasped again, continuing to tickle to boy. After a couple of minutes Lee caved in. “F-fine! You’re a fast runner,” He exclaimed.

“Thank you,” Isiah said stepping away, Finn did the same. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” He beamed at the boy. Liam moved his hand to rub at the tears of laughter that had formed on his face, trying not to press down too hard.

After that the boys went to Charlie Strong’s yard to see the horses. Isiah making sure to hold Lee’s hand as he had a tendency to run in the stables excited and spook the horses. Isiah remembered clear as day the ice-cold fear he felt when he saw the horse buck, he only just managed to grab Liam before the horse cracked his skull open.

“Hello, boys,” Charlie greeted.

“Hi, Charlie. We were wondering if we could see the horses?” Finn asked politely. Upon seeing the hesitation on Charlie’s face Isiah spoke up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got Lee. I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.” Charlie nodded.

“Alright, but only for a little bit, Curly and I have to clean the stables soon.”

“Thank you, uncle Charlie!” Liam exclaimed, pulling on Isiah’s hand.

“Hold on, Lee,” Isiah started, crouching down to the boy’s level to make sure he had his attention. “I need you to promise to be calm around the horses, okay? I know you love them, but you don’t want to scare them, yeah? And I don’t want you to get hurt. So, promise me, yeah?”

“Okay, I promise, iz.”

“Okay. Good.” He stood up again, keeping a hold of Liam’s hand. “Let’s go then.”

Tommy had tried, and failed at getting his work done. His mind to preoccupied by his anxiety over Liam’s safety to be able to focus on the business. Liam was the only thing that could keep Tommy from working.

He decided to go see Charlie and see if he’d seen Liam. He knew his boy loved horses, so that was the most likely bet.

“Morning, Charlie,” He greeted in his usual emotionless voice.

“Morning, Tom. Finn, Isiah, and Liam are in the stables if you’re looking for them.” Tommy nodded, heading to find his boy; he needed to calm his disquiet. He stopped at the door, seeing Isiah holding Liam on his hip.

“Slowly, Lee. You don’t want to scare her, do you?” He heard Isiah say quietly. Liam shook his head softly, and cautiously lifted his hand up towards the mare. It sniffed softly at the boy’s hand. Liam let out a little giggle, making the corner of Tommy’s mouth curl slightly.

“Tickles,” He whispered to Isiah.

“Yeah, they do that,” Isiah chuckled back. Finn was just standing in the corner watching the other two boys, much like Tom was doing. He and Tommy locked eyes, sent each other a small smile and a nod-silently agreeing to not interrupt.

The mare tilted his head down slightly, giving permission for Liam to pet her. Lee turned to Isiah, his blue eyes full of awe and a silent question.

“Yeah, go on, Lee,” Isiah encouraged, cause Liam to smile and gently run his hand along the mare’s head.

“I’m doing it, iz,” He whisper-yelled excitedly.

“I know,” Isiah replied in a breathy laugh. “I’m proud of you.” If it was possibly, Liam’s smile got even wider. Tommy felt like someone was pulling on his heartstrings. His beautiful boy seemed so thrilled to do something as simple as pet a horse, he wondered if Isiah being there with him made the little boy more excitable.

Suddenly, the bubble was burst as Charlie walked in, followed by curly.

“Right boys, sorry but times up.” Isiah pulled Liam away, placing him back on the ground and taking ahold of his hand. When he turned around a saw tommy, a look of pure shock covered the boys face.

“Hello, Mr Shelby,” He said. Tommy smiled at him.

“Hello, Isiah.”

“Lee, wanted to pet the horse,” He explained nervously.

“I know, Isiah, I saw. I was just checking on on him, but I can see he’s in good hands.”

“Iz,” Lee said, pulling on the older boy’s hand.

“Yeah?”

“Can we play hide and seek? Me, you, and Finn?” Lee looked at Isiah with pure awe, as if the boy was a prophet.

“Yeah, of course we can. Coming Finn?”

“Yep. See you later, Tom.” Finn chirped, following his best friend and nephew.

“See you, boys.” Tommy watched them walk away for a moment, before heading back to work. The worry he once held gone after witnessing the love Isiah seemed to have for his boy.

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Love ain’t fair

Pair: Tommy x male Oc

Requested: yes, by unicorn

Request: here

Summary: Tommy is losing his mind because of the vendetta. The Italians are around every corner and he can’t leave Small Heath, but during this time he find a connection to a man he thought he had lost. Nikolas was in his unit during the war. Together they were in the tunnels and it was a tragic experience for both of them. Neither of them came home the same, but Nik had it even worse, because his spine got fractured, when one of the tunnels crashed, leaving him in pain over years. After the war Nik left Birmingham to heal his wounds, but he came back because even after all those years, he couldn’t stop thinking about Tommy. They shared a deeper connection than they would admit.

Warning: hurt/comfort, swear words, canon typical violence, old injuries

Tommy was back in Small Heath and back in Business, so everything should be just as usual, but it wasn’t… for several reasons. First, it wasn’t his own choice to come back here. It was a safety measurement and not a nostalgia trip to his not so happy childhood.

Then and while he was here, he reconnected with an old friend. Well, that was generally speaking, because they have always been more than friends, but Tommy wouldn’t elaborate on the nature of their relationship. Both of them knew, what they shared and it should have been enough. It wasn’t.

All the time, when he was with Nik- his old friend- he was trying to focus just on him, but Tommy couldn’t. Business was on his mind, like always. Every time they were kissing, tommy thought about Luca Changretta. Not in sexual way, of course, but he couldn’t ignore the threats the Italian made towards him and his siblings. One of his brothers was already dead and Tommy started to worry about Arthur and Finn, Charlie and also about Nik. Everybody he loved, was in potential danger and he couldn’t just push it away.

More than once Nik tried to take to him about it, but calming Tommy’s nerves was a tough job and even Nikolas got tired of it after a while. Talking wouldn’t change anything, as Tommy kept arguing. He had to act, he had to fight back and if it meant to kill every Italian assassin roaming around Birmingham, then so be it.

He was so set on his mind and even with Aberama on his pay roll, Tommy had plans of his own, when he saw one of them sneaking around near one of their pubs. Without hesitation, Tommy shot the Italian in the knee and dragged him back to one of his factories. They were empty now and it was far away from the working hours, so Tommy knew, nobody would interrupt him.

What happened next was sweet delightful torture. Not for the poor fellow, who had crossed paths with Tommy Shelby, but for him, it was freeing. Even though, he wouldn’t get any information from that guy, he enjoyed it, because he was doing something. It gave him the illusion of productivity, which seems to be missing in his life for quite a while now. However, he didn’t enjoy violence. That was the messy part of business, he found no pleasure in.

And while the fella was sobbing and crying in Italian, Tommy was convinced, he was doing something meaningful now. Now there was one less of them running around and threatening his family members.

But the game didn’t last long and Tommy told somebody to got rid of the body… and he walked home covered in blood.

The Watery Lane was almost empty and those people who walked by, made an effort to escape as quickly as possible. Tommy’s whole attitude and face send a certain “Don’t fuck with me”- vibe and everybody around here knew him well enough, to don’t even try it.

With the key already in his hand, he went straight back to the front door of his apartment and unlocked it. He could hear somebody was inside already.

“Ada?”, he asked into the room, believing his sister came over, because his son needed more attention. But this wasn’t the case. Charlie was asleep in his room, as Tommy noticed, when he walked by.

Tommy was actually quite surprised to find Nikolas in the kitchen, obviously waiting for him. “You’re here?”, he asked and sat down at the kitchen table, pulling out a cigarette.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I come over to say hello… problem was… you weren’t here”, explain Nik in the same calm tone, he always had, when they were talking in the middle of the night.

“How did you got in here?”

“Your sister was still here and I told her I had some important information for you.”

The Shelby nodded. He had already thought about that possibility. “Do you?”, he kept digging. A part of him already knew the answer, but he had to hear it from Nikolas as well.

Nik just chuckled and walked over to the stove, to get the kettle with boiling water. “No, I wanted to see you… You are always so busy during the day, I thought I check in on you now. I thought you had to be at home at night… but I was wrong. It’s always the same with you…” He wasn’t trying to fight with Thomas, not after the time they had lost, but Nik had a different sense of humor then the Shelby.

Tommy scoffed and watched his boyfriend tying to lift the kettle himself. The arms of the former veteran were shaking, while he poured the hot water into a tea pot. Certainly, the weight of the kettle was not the problem for Nikolas, but he hissed, when he had to held the kettle this high. This movement was natural for most people, but it brought back old pain for Nik.

It was worrying to see a man like him struggling with such a simple task. Tommy would never get used to this.

“Well, now I’m here”, Tommy added and smiled at him: “Should I help you with the tea pot?”

For this well-meant question he got a frustrated side-eye from his friend. “I’m not a child, my dear”, Nik scolded: “I can do things on my own… Probably more than you would think. Anyways, I made tea for us and we could talk or lay in the bed together.”

A sign left Tommy’s lips. He wasn’t sure, if he was in the mood for talking, but he didn’t want to be alone either. “Bed sounds good”, Tommy grunted and closed his eyes for a second.

Nik sat back down again, stared at Tommy and noted: “There is still a lot of blood on your face” It was the first time, since Tommy had entered the kitchen, when both of them would look into each other’s eyes.

Usually, it eased Tommy’s mind, but right now he knew, Nikolas was trying to get into his head.

“It’s from a wop, don’t mind it”

“I sure do! You could have get in trouble!”, Nik insisted: “Isn’t this the reason why you hired Aberama in the first place… So, somebody else had to do the dirty work?”

While grinding his teeth, Tommy thought about possible answers. He was tempted to lie at Nik, just to avoid the confrontation, while Charlie was in the next room. “I saw him near one of our Pubs, while I was there checking on the gin.”

“The goddam Gin!”

“Yes, that gin, anyway, nothing happened and I just want to clean my face up and go to bed”, Tommy explained and stood up. He left in silence.

Tommy was washing his face with a cloth, when he heard Nik from the kitchen: “The tea is ready… Do you want milk in yours?”

Just as quietly he came back and nodded, almost asleep already. “Milk is good”

Then they sat in silence in the kitchen, drinking their tea.

“I thought about something”, whispered Nik and stared at his cup.

The Shelby was all ears, but didn’t say anything and waited for Nikolas to finish his thoughts.

Nik cleared his throat and added: “I wouldn’t be so worried about you all the time, if I could help you. Maybe even join the Gang…. Plus, nobody would suspect something then, if we would spend more time together.”

For a whole minute Tommy had to process, what he had heard. No, he thought, no, he wouldn’t let this happen. He had lost Nik for years now and he just got him back. Tommy remembered fondly, those nights, when they were just young boys experimenting, what felt good. And he had a big lump in his throat, when he remembered the day, the tunnel crashed and Nik’s screams. He had a very clear memory, how Freddie and him had to pull Nik out and bring him to the sick bay.

He wouldn’t let this happen again.

Tommy was in this life forever, but Nik made it out and he could be happy, he was still alive.

“No, you’re not joining the gang”, Tommy objected: “And you’re not helping me” Now that he thought about it once again, he had to laugh. It had to be a joke, right? This idea was far too stupid, to even consider it.

Nik blinked and kept staring at him. “I’m serious”, he insisted: “I can help and I can do things.”

“Oh please, no, Nik, I won’t have this discussion with you… You could barely lift the fucking kettle above your shoulders… how could you fire a gun?”

“I can help with other stuff. I just wanna get involved and spend more time with you. In public, not in dark corners and your apartment. I bet you won’t even let me in your fucking mansion.” Nik’s protest was useless, he just didn’t know it yet.

There was no way, Tommy would change his mind on this. “I want you in my house and in my life, but not at work or involving in my business… It’s just too dangerous. Everybody who’s working for me has a target on their back now. I can’t let anything happen to you”

Already on the verge of tears, Nik yelled: “But why? I can’t see you like this… in constant stress… you are barely yourself anymore.”

“This is me, when I’m stressed and you’re not used to this and it doesn’t look nice, but it happens and I’m already trying to solve the problem.”

“But why can’t I help you with it? You don’t have to carry all the weight alone.”

“Yes, I do, Nikolas”, Tommy screamed: “Yes, I do!”

“Why?”

“Because I fucking love you!”

Everything was silent again. No sweeping love declarations or kisses. It wasn’t a warm and heart-felt scene.

The sun was rising again, but she was hiding behind the factories and buildings, which led to a weird grey color filling up the sky. The night was almost gone and the dark deeds too.

“Then… what should I do… according to your opinion?”, Nik asked and rubbing his eyes.

Both of them were too tired for yet another fight.

Tommy took his hand and stroke it with his thumb. “Just say with me. Stay alive, take your meds and be by my side. I don’t ask for much more than that.”

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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Explain it to me like I'm stupid

Alt title; 17 Months for a Peach

Pairing: John Shelby x male!OC (or characterized reader)

Summary: John’s proposal gets shot down in a meeting, and his book smart crush is there to cheer him up. John uses this moment to make a move. It’s giving himbo x nerd vibes a little bit.

Length: 2986

Warnings: Sex happens, also the use of "idiot" but affectionately

A/N: I know I closed this blog, but I’ve been feeling kinda down lately then found this when I was cleaning out my fanfic database (I should show you all how I organize my fics one day lol) and it made me happy to finish and share. So here we are.

Evan adjusted his glasses and watched John talk in the meeting. The youngest Shelby was hot-headed, and at his worst, he was clueless about how things worked. Life seemed to happen to him in many ways, but he certainly had charisma.

Evan looked at him with a glint in his eyes. What an absolute idiot. Of course, Tommy wasn’t going to go with his idea that was sure to start an unnecessary war amongst the Small Health rabble-rousers. But boy, did this kid have heart. He showed up fully and earnestly for his family, country, and city. He couldn't even last in London; he was so used to the Romani lifestyle.

He was completely different from Evan, who, with his glasses and correct to the decimal ledger, was used to a tidy upbringing with a mother who was more into the motions of catholicism than the God behind it and a father who was, in a word, docile. John and Arthur had teased him for his bowties and suits and how he'd never gotten into a fight. John had protected him in a few bar fights. That was a good word for him—a protector.

The meeting was over, and everyone dispersed. Evan's eyes followed John, who kept a smiling face but let it waver when he snuck off into the halls of Arrow House. It took a moment for Evan to be able to follow. The dinner party continued, and he took a glass and a bottle of champagne to look for John. Surprisingly, he found him in the library looking at all the books Evan knew Tommy had never read.

"Is John Shelby actually reading during a party?" Evan asked out loud, closing the door behind him as John turned with a book in his hand.

"Got lost, didn't I? Told Tommy we need a bloody map in this place." John grumbled before tossing the book on a settee. "What've you got there?"

"I knew you'd probably like this when I found you."

"Savior status."

"Amen. One glass, though,"

"We can share," John said with a shrug, completely unaware. Evan smirked and handed him the tools. He picked up the book John had thrown down and huffed when he saw it.

"Economics? What are you doing reading about economics?"

"Oi, don't tease. Tried to ask Pol why my idea wouldn't work. She got mad at me for asking too many questions again.”

"The key is not to lose sight of the forest for the trees."

John gulped down his first drink and started another. “Whaddya mean?”

“On the surface, taking over the new casino and nightclub in Small Heath makes sense, even if it means expanding our territory by any means necessary. More money, right?”

“Exactly.”

“But, the Riley Gang is in deep debt to us. If we wait and see how well those spots will do, which they are expected to do well, as you mentioned, we can approach them later, and they’ll be persuaded to funnel their money to us with interest. Meanwhile, we don’t have to pay for manpower or maintenance. No damages or insurance either.”

“And we can keep expanding to London,” John concluded.

“Exactly.”

“Why’s it gotta be so complicated? We’re the Peaky fucking Blinders. We should just get what we want when we want it,” he complained, making Evan laugh.

“I can’t say you’re wrong about that. It’s what we’re after. Tommy’s got his vision, but the rest of us lowly dogs will live and die right here in Small Heath. Would be nice to have some perks if that’s the case,” Evan agreed as he filled the glass flute with bubbly. John watched intently as he sipped. “What?”

“Thanks for explaining that without me feeling stupid.”

“You’ve got the spirit,” Evan told him before ruffling his hair. John smirked softly, then began leaning in. Evan tilted his head in confusion, which John took as an invitation to cup his neck and go for it. It being the one thing Evan never thought would happen in all 30 years of his life.

He was pretty sure John Shelby was the only one who could make a risky first kiss feel coy and smug at the same time. The kiss was teasing and slow, and John pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before they parted.

“Fuck,” John groaned, the sound burning straight to Evan’s lower belly. “That was bad, right? Shouldn’t be acting on my wet dreams like that, not with our resident smart ass.”

John chuckled as Evan blinked at him. He could hardly process the groan, the flirting, the admission of the wet dream, and the cheeky insult in one go. Turning, he took a swig from the champagne bottle before pointing at John.

“Explain yourself.”

“Right now? Just when things are getting good?” John looked at him, surprised. “Mate, you’ve got to learn good timing. I might not know numbers and cents, but I know wanting eyes like nothin’ else. On the other hand, you don’t know shit and-” John stood, making his way to him and taking the bottle, having a drink of his own. “Have kept me waiting for 17 fucking months.”

“17?!” Evan choked on the number. “You didn’t run out of patience?”

“Almost did. But you started swimming with us last summer, and it was the death of me.”

“Is that all you think about?”

“Are you asking if you are all I think about? Or if seeing more of what those swimsuits were hiding is all I think about? Real prick to not skinny dip like the rest of us, by the way,” John grumbled. Evan nodded, then took two gulps of the champagne.

“So you’re saying,”

“How can you think when you’re this hard?” John asked curiously. Evan became ruefully aware that he was swelling in his trousers only when John’s hand pressed on the front of him. His eyes looked down at his fondling hand, then to the front of John’s trousers that were nearing a similar state.

“Nothing cohesive is really happening up here,” Evan admitted, pointing to his head.

“Then, can I kiss you while you think of your next interrogation question?” John asked. Evan could only nod.

Thoughts flew in and out of the running for the most cohesive sentence as Evan’s mind swirled. He had several questions, including ‘why now?’ and ‘are you sure?’ but John’s hands had untucked his shirt and roamed his skin, all while the Shelby shamelessly whispered the most salacious things.

“You’re just as soft as I thought, or more probably,” John murmured. Evan groaned, letting his head fall back while John pressed his thigh between Evan’s legs and against his hardening self. He hated that he subtly rutted against it as they kissed but hated even more that John pressed against his thigh without hesitation, making them both even hotter.

“I don’t know a lot about this, but I learned a thing or two in France. I think you should receive,” John muttered, never changing tone. He was so nonchalant Evan nearly missed it.

“What are you saying right now?”

“Huh? That you should take my dick?” John leaned away just a bit to speak clearly. Evan felt the heat rush straight to his face to even come from his ears like steam from the ears of a cartoon character.

“Did you say you learned in France?” He asked though John was moving already.

“Just a couple of things over a few times,” he rushed through the small talk as his own cheeks blushed.

“Teach me then. Explain it without making me feel stupid, please?” Evan asked, and John groaned.

“Stop. You’re making my dick harder when you ask like that.”

“Romance is your strong suit.”

Evan was a liar. Well, not entirely, but a little. He wasn’t asking John to tell him how two men had sex, per se; he just wanted to know what John knew. Because, in truth, Evan’s stint in France wasn’t just helpful; it found him with a few close friends who knew where others like them convened. Some bars, restaurants on certain days, and parks at night were all common meetings for men. And while he did pine for John, Evan had also had his fair share of romps.

“-and spit is the worst. Use oil or the medical lubricant if you can,” John concluded thoughtfully. He wasted no time leaning in and connecting his lips to Evan’s shoulder. The explanation was twice as long, at least for all the times John’s eyes couldn’t leave his lips, and he’d kiss him.

“I can’t believe you held on to that information for such a long time. Can you wait a little longer?” Evan asked.

“Because you need to think?” John asked, suddenly leaning back.

“Because we’re in the middle of a dinner party.”

It was John’s turn to blink before laughing. Evan could only chuckle. The idiot had definitely forgotten.

“Like a peach,”

“Oh god, stop saying that,”* Evan whined.

In the confines of his apartment, far enough away from Watery Lane to be a haven, Evan writhed under John’s touch. An arm slung over his eyes while John kneeled between his legs, making them wrap around his waist. In the meantime, he was being too gentle about pressing into Evan’s freshly cleaned hole.

The oil would have been enough, and Evan expected to deal with the consequences of John’s recklessness later. Actually, he thought this would never happen once the champagne wore off, but John showed up at his door with flowers on a Saturday morning they agreed on two weeks later, and here they were.

John was so tender with him that it almost made Evan mad. He was expecting the lug to toss him around, not make him dizzy, and from kisses and sweet nothings, coaxing him out of his clothes and onto the bed.

Fingers dipped in oil stroked his cock first, and John had no hesitation in rubbing their cocks together while telling him this was just like a dream he had. Before Evan could tell him he was insane, John told him he needed to be inside him while groaning into his neck.

John circled his tight hole, with his thumb, but selected his right pointer finger as the designated one for the job. Evan thought about the skill the man possessed. To put men all over the country in their place, tossing explosives in politicians houses, roughing people up left and right. And now this. Those rough hands flexed and prodded until Evan could no longer stand being seen so openly. John slid his finger into him with some ease.

“Oh? Have you been doing this on your own. You took me so easily,” he said like nothing.

“How can you say that with,” Evan started, ripping his arm away from his face, only to see John red and half covering his own face. John gave him the most boyish smile that nearly sent him into cardiac arrest, but instead made them both chuckle. “It feels good.”

“Yeah? You’re soft here, like a peach.”

And he continued with that reference, more surprised that it held up when he drizzled more oil and put in one extra finger then another. Evan couldn’t catch two full breaths consecutively. His cock twitched and leaked over his lower belly, but John refused to touch him beyond squeezing his thigh and sliding into him to the knuckles, then to the hilt, then pressing in until Evan gasped. It was finding the precious spot within him that fucked it all up.

“Oh, here?” John asked when Evan’s back arched and he called for him and the heavens. “I’ll remember that for later.”

“John, just fuck me,” Evan pleaded. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not be like this.”

“Okay, okay, sorry,” John chuckled.

The bed shifted, sheets wrinkling and pillows adjusting. The morning sun hit perfectly on Johns naked form as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing his cock. Evan watched it glisten with a thick coating of oil before it pushed against him.

For a moment he thought he was in trouble. His eyes rolled back. He couldn’t see straight, and he felt like he was leaving his body. His voice trembled as John’s pelvis pressed against his thighs, filling him to the hilt, “I’m gonna cum.”

True to his word, he spurted across his stomach while John groaned.

“Evan, you’re so lewd right now,” John breathed, his hand running up his side. He leaned down and ran his tongue over a small smattering of the milky substance, ignoring Evan telling him not to. John licked his stomach then up to his nipples before capturing his lips. “Your punishment for cumming at the start is that I get to fuck you as much as I want, alright?”

John was making him hold his knees up before he could agree to the binding vow. But the feeling of John’s cock stretching him and sliding against that spot in him would have made him do it. The strokes were exploratory, accompanied by moans and praises for Evan fitting him like a glove. He sped up, smacking against him after he adjusted. Evan could only take him in.

“Fucking hell, you’re handsome. Shit,” Evan groaned. John grinned then leaned down, the position putting him deeper as he helped press Evan’s legs back as he did it.

“You’re literally the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, you know how that makes me feel?” John asked. He paused while Evan shivered at the new position. “Luckiest fucking man.”

“You’re a square,” Evan moaned back. John’s rolling hips against him was enough payback, and he happily waved a white flag that left their foreheads pressed together and fingers interlaced. Evan couldn’t help joining his lover in being sappy though he’d never admit it. He gasped against the stubble on John’s jaw, “I’m so happy it’s you.”

John ripped himself away with a groan and quickly sat back, hand shooting to hold the base of his cock. “Fuck, I almost came.”

Evan huffed and sat up half way, wiping the sweat from his temple before caressing John’s waist, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. He watched the intense furrowing oh his brow, eyes clenched and teeth biting mercilessly at his bottom lip. Evan chuckled and laid back, rolling onto his stomach, glad that he was sending out laundry soon.

“I’m so empty now,” he sighed.

“Shut it,” John snipped. Evan simply raised a thigh and reached a hand between his legs. His fingers stroked his cock gently, massaged his balls, then found his tender entrance. He was aching, pulsing, and John was holding out? Bastard.

“I don’t think it’ll feel the same,” Evan groaned as he began prodding his ass.

“I just wanted a second, christ,” John laughed. He smacked away Evan’s fingers, and Evan happily shifted onto his knees, happy his fussing worked.

“You said you’d fuck me as much as you wanted, so I just want to take my punishment,” Evan told him over his shoulder. John tsked him while adding more oil to himself.

“You’re impossible.” Whether or not this was true didn’t stop John from sinking in at the new angle, deft fingers sinking into the plush of Evan’s hips to pull him back. The sound of squelching slickness filled the room with their pants and groans. With a squeeze to the ass, John praised him, “You’re sucking me in, love, well done.”

His hand slid to the natural line in his back and pushed Evan’s chest to the sheets to drive into him at a deeper angle. The strangled gasp he let out was one he’d make John take to his grave, but the depth of his cock was worth it.

“Never, stop, ugh god don’t stop,” he begged.

“As if I would, you’re leaking all over yourself and your ass is as soft as I thought,” John explained, squeezing him again. A shameless man. Evan would think of a comeback when he wasn’t burying his face in the sheets, trembling as the head of John’s cock firmly pushed against his prostate with every firm thrust. “I knew I’d find it again. Shit, you’re so **good, I’m gonna,” John rambled for a moment, hips starting to stutter before he pulled out and Evan felt his seed paint itself on his back.

They sat in bliss for a moment before John laughed and hopped up. Evan ignored the teasing he received for not moving from his face down ass up position by the time John came back with a warm cloth. Even when they laid next to each other, cleansed of fluids and oil, Evan still reveled in how his body felt now. John made use of their closeness, kissing him and never letting his hands still against his skin. They settled beside each other as the sun warmed the room and lulled them into a daze. It wasn’t even noon - they had a whole day to enjoy. Evan’s eyes closed first, and he felt bruised lips brush his forehead.

“Next time I won’t be so nice since you made me wait so long.” John’s dozing voice didn’t make the promise any less exciting.

“I look forward to it.”

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flysafepapi · 4 years

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whisper of broken things

I have a series that I write, of Arthur Shelby and a male OC, Vincent.

This is the, as of today, updated masterlist.

Family - The war leaves it’s mark on them all.

Scars - Questions are asked, help is offered, Arthur gets ambushed.

Bleed - Campbell makes his presence known.

Storm - In which sandwiches are eaten, and kisses in the rain happen.

Passover - Alfie makes a mistake.

Tags - Weddings, and insecurities.

Drunk - Arthur’s sure they all need matching scarves, apparently.

Shot - John is saved, but at what cost?

Recovery - Visits in the hospital

Ring - A rare night where there’s no trouble to get into.

Stay - Tommy waits, so Vincent waits with him.

Lunch - Because Lizzie needs more love.

Razor - Alfie gets what Vincent promised him.

Punch - Arthur Sr comes to visit.

Russian - The infamous tattoo checks.

Belong - The farm gets too restrictive, and our boys are shit at communication.

Secrets - Repressed horrors resurface with one meeting with a certain priest.

Down - Vincent meets Bonnie Gold and fun times are had all around.

Noose - Last thoughts before the drop.

Peace - It’s over, they’re safe. For now.

Salt - Gina loses everything.

Trouble - Vincent is the only functional adult.

Christmas

Wings - Vincent is a monster hunter

Tease - He’s probably playing with fire.

Protector - Some days are bad.

Hands - Rosie has a problem.

Father - Teddy and Vincent have a talk.

names (breaking point) - Everyone has a limit on what they’re willing to put up with.

close - Realisations can lead to drastic measures

away - Sometimes a break can help.

enemy - Esme is, once again, the MVP

sick (are we friends now?) - There will be a search party sent for him soon.

eyes - Details matter, even the little ones.

little piece of paper - Tommy sends Vincent on a job.

a thousand apologies - There’s only one number he calls.

home - it’s only ever been one place until now

something like that - everywhere he looks he sees ghosts

one last promise - finally, it happens

final whisper of a broken thing - Finn finds the letters a few days after the funeral.

Secondary series, sequel to the first

Dream - Edward is his father's son. Both of them.

Knife - Is it love? Maybe. Is there danger? Absolutely.

Hands - Rosie is getting married.

Words - Charlie Richardson takes the wrong man.

Sister - Rosie comes to say her piece.

Pills - He’s dying and it’s his fault.

Glass - "You're the glass horse, Teddy."

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hazelnmae · 5 years

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Masterlist

All Peaky Blinders, all the time.

Lies Travel Faster Part One (Completed Fic; Tommy x OC)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Lies Travel Faster Part Two (Multi-chapter WIP; Tommy x OC)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Out to Sea Again (Multi-chapter WIP; Tommy x Reader & Alfie x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Tommy Shelby One Shots/Imagines

His Hands Were Cold (Tommy x Reader)

Why Are You Crying (Tommy x Reader)

You Shouldn’t Have Said That (Tommy x Reader)

Don’t Do This to Me (Tommy x Reader)

Stay Away (Tommy x Reader)

Forget It (Tommy x Alfie)

Road to Recovery (Tommy x Alfie)

Fools Rush In (Tommy x Alfie)

Partnership (Tommy x Male Reader)

My Father’s Son (Tommy & Adult Son)

Margate (Tommy--S5 Spoilers)

Margate: Part Two (Tommy--S5 Spoilers)

Nothing Here is Stolen (Tommy--S5 Spoilers)

Other Characters One Shots/Imagines

Getting Used to the Pain (Arthur x Reader)

You Shouldn’t Have Said That (Arthur x Male Reader)

Smile (Arthur x Male Reader)

I Don’t Want to be Friends (Alfie x Reader)

I Shouldn’t Have Lied (Alfie x Reader)

She’s Delightful (Alfie x Reader)

The Trip (Alfie x Reader)

Delivery (Alfie x Reader)

I’ll Kill Anyone Who Looks at You (Alfie x Male Reader)

I Could Spend Forever with You (Luca x Male Reader)

You’re Trembling (Luca x Male Reader)

Aberama’s Gold (Aberama x Male Reader--S5 Spoilers)

Everyone Forgets about Me (Finn & Reader Friend)

Happy Birthday, Polly Gray (Polly x Aberama--S5 Spoilers)

Wednesday (Barney Thompson--S5 Spoilers)

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creativepawsworld · 1 year

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Silence - Chapter 44

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Tommy is off doing business leaving Ana back home at Small Heath where she has a heart-to-heart with her father?

Warnings = Language, Grammar, Alcohol, mentions of selling a person.

Word Count = 2,223

Note = Time has honestly run away from me, I can't believe how long it has been since I updated this story and for that, I do apologise. Between kids and illness, I have been MIA. Anyway, anyone who is waiting on a response I will get back to you, I am just trying to return and write again. Love you all

I was applying a light blush to my cheeks when a soft knock on the front door broke my concentration. Biting the inner corner of my lip, I placed the brush carefully down on the table, brushing off the creases in my dress as I walked through my flat towards the door.

"Who is it?" I called through the thick wood.

Tommy had warned me to be more careful now that he had gone to London for business. He had employed more men to watch over our home and to follow me to and from my daily business. It wasn't unusual, Tommy was always rather protective over me, but this time it seemed to be - different.

He had been gone for the past four days and over those past few days a dark feeling of dread plagued my gut. I was becoming more anxious as the days went by, a simple knock on the door caused fear to run through my body.

"It's me Anastasia, your father." A weak male voice travelled through the solid wood.

Breathing deeply I placed my hand against the wood, inhaling through my nose as I pushed back the tears. It had been over a month since I last saw him and despite what he had done, I missed him.

Swallowing back my emotions, I unlocked the door revealing a much paler, thinner man than the last time I saw him. Sorrow was evident behind his green eyes, his grey hair overgrown but pushed away from his face.

"May I come in?" He asked, voice hoarse as he shuffled between his feet. Glancing behind him I noticed the shared looks between the two Peaky Blinder men set to watch my home for that morning.

Nodding, I moved aside, a hand cautiously placed over my slowly growing bump. My father's eyes glanced down, a small smile tugging on the sides of his lips as he shuffled into my home.

"Would you like some tea?" I asked my father, nodding to the two men outside before closing the door.

"Don't be going to any trouble." My father shook his head, shrugging the coat from his shoulders, and placing it on the coat rack next to the door. His once-fitting suits hung loose against his body.

"No trouble" I smiled forcibly, walking towards the kitchen to fill the pot with water.

There was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us as we waited for the water to boil. Clasping my hands together in front of me, I stared at the man who appeared to be fighting with himself, his mouth opening ever so often only to shut a few seconds after.

"Tho- Mr Shelby not around?" He finally asked, gesturing to a chair at the kitchen table – silently asking if he could take a sat. Nodding my head, I turned my back adding the tea leaves to the pot.

"He is in London, business," I explained turning around to face him once more. "And you can call him Thomas father, he is going to be your son-in-law after all."

"He finally asked you to marry him?" My father asked, a genuine smile growing on his face as he shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat.

"You knew he was going to ask?" I questioned, placing to porcelain tea cup on the table along with the milk and sugar.

"My girl, he asked for my permission months ago when we discussed the sale of the tailor shop." He chuckled softly, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back on the chair. "I was only more than happy to give it."

Silence fell over us once again as I stared at him. My mouth opened and closed in surprise before an insincere chuckle came out. Shaking my head, I thought carefully over my words as the teapot screeched behind me, begging to be removed from the heat.

"I know what your thinking…" My father started to speak. Unwilling to let him continue I turned around slamming the hot pot onto a different ring on the oven top, sending a deathly glare towards him, instantly shutting him up.

"You gave him your permission?" I spat, fighting the need to roll my eyes as I rested my hands on the back of one of my kitchen chairs. "The same permission you gave to a random man mere months before for money?"

"Ana…"

"No don't. You don't get to speak about the matters of my heart or my life. You gave up that right when you sold me off like cattle."

"It was to save your brother…"

"His life was never in danger." I defended, my voice going an octave higher than usual. "The Shelby's…"

"You didn't know them back then Ana. You can't be so naïve." My father barked, his hand slapping off the table top causing the cups to shake against the small saucers I had placed them on. "They were power hungry and had a name to make for themselves. They couldn't be seen as weak."

"They were and still are human."

"I am glad you can see them that way Ana, others are not as fortunate."

"I am aware of their dark history father. It hasn't changed, they are still making a name for themselves, and they are still proving every day they are not weak but they are not the monsters you and mother make them out to be."

"You haven't a clue…"

"No?" I laughed pitifully, my hands grasped the back of the chair so tightly, my knuckles turned white.

"I had a gun to my head, I witnessed Tommy almost beaten to death while taking a few punches myself and if my maths is correct, I was in the early stages of my pregnancy when it happened."

"Ana, I didn't…" He gasped, his face becoming whiter at my confession.

"Exactly, you don't know. I have nursed Tommy and his brothers after scraps. I have wiped their victim's blood from their face and hands. I have scrubbed the blood from their clothes so don't you dare come into my home and tell me I don't have a clue."

"Your mother and I were wrong about you." He breathed out, his eyes looking around like he had found himself in an unknown situation. "You're not the naïve, weak girl we raised."

"No, I'm not." I agreed, taking a deep breath. Turning back to grab the teapot I poured the cooling brown liquid into the awaiting cups, my father instantly reaching for the milk.

"I am sorry Ana, it appears I was the naïve one trying to keep you from the dark streets of Small Heath, it was evitable that you would get involved." He sighed, stirring in the sugar. "I just wanted to keep you safe."

"By selling me off to an Italian mafia?" I shook my head, taking the seat in front of him and fixing my tea to how I preferred. A little milk with two small spoons of sugar.

"Your mother knew Audrey from school, we knew they had money. They were the only family in Birmingham we could turn to for settling such a debt."

"Jesus father how can you still believe that lie?" I scoffed, bringing the cup to my lips, my head screaming to throw him out of my home -the headache building.

"I couldn't just walk up to the Shelbys and talk to them. I couldn't hope they would offer me a deal. It didn't work like that."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why couldn't you just walk up to the Shelbys? Everyone else did. James did. You did only months ago to talk about selling your business to them."

"That was different?"

"Why because I am sleeping with Tommy?"

"Anastasia I don't want to hear about that." My father grimaced, avoiding all eye contact with me. "And James never approached them."

"You truly are naïve." I laughed circling the rim of the teacup with my finger. "James had an issue with gambling long before that whole thing with Arthur."

"He didn't…"

"Yes, he did." I interrupted already knowing what he was going to say.

James had confided in me when I lived with him for a few weeks that he had gotten loans from the Shelbys before, loans he was able to pay off by taking on extra shifts at the factory as well as the lucky bets he earned a profit on.

"You and I both know father that it is nothing to do with Tommy's lifestyle choices," I tell him, flickering my eyes up to stare directly into his eyes. "As you said Small Heath is a dark, unforgiving place. It attracts badness, evil."

"I admire Thomas, he had built himself up from nothing…"

"But he is a gypsy." I finished for him. My father immediately stiffened at the word, his fingers grasping at the teacup tightly, guzzling down the rest of the warm tea. Allowing him time to think of a response.

"That's the issue isn't it?" I laughed darkly, tilting my head to the side slightly to capture my father's eye contact once more. "I mean what else is the difference between marrying a Changretta or a Shelby? Both kill, both do illegal things only difference is one comes with a disgusting degrading stereotype."

"Ana I do not share those views and I hope Mr Shelby understands that."

"Tommy hasn't brought this to my attention father, I concluded this on my own but I have no doubt he is aware of it."

"This isn't how things were supposed to turn out."

"No, I was to be shipped off to live with the Changretta family. Be the perfect little housewife that wouldn't say boo to a mouse."

"Not exactly Anastasia."

"Then what was it, father?" I asked standing to my feet, taking my empty cup in my hands and placing it in the sink.

"You were always a strong woman Ana, I saw it in you. Your grandmother saw it in you. We just…I just."

"Suppressed me."

"For a lack of a better term, yes."

"Why?"

"Naivety, protection I don't know why. I regret it every single day and will continue to until I die." He sighed now standing to his feet to place his cup in the sink. Turning to face me he takes my hands in his. "I believed you were too innocent for this world, I didn't want anything to happen to you. You were my little girl."

"You sold me off to the mafia father, how is that protecting me?"

"I didn't know they were still involved with all that. Your mother assured me that they were done with that life, finished. Then their son goes and robs a bank, and kills a man. At that moment I knew I fucked up." Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke.

"But why? Even if they were done with the killings why? Why sell me off at all?"

"It wasn't to be that way." I could tell he was growing frustrated by my constant line of questioning, but he came to me and I wanted answers.

"Now's your chance to tell me what way it was supposed to be then."

"We were to gradually introduce you and Luca, have you spend time together, date fall in love and want to marry, start a family on your own accord. It wouldn't be forced, just guided."

"Guided," I repeated with a deep scoff, was he actually that delusional?

"But, he got into unruly ways. You met Thomas Shelby and the plan went to shit." He laughed ironically. "Luca got sent to New York and I relaxed. Nothing was ever mentioned again until word got back to them that you were dating Thomas. They didn't like that."

"But their son was gone, they are the ones who didn't uphold their end of the bargain you did."

"As far as they are concerned you are still their property."

"But not anymore?" I asked noticing the scared look in my father's eyes, the look frightening me. "Not anymore, right father?"

"I've tried to pay them off, made the finest of suits as you can tell. It's not enough."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Your mother and I are leaving. It was detailed in the letter I had asked Thomas to deliver but I assume he didn't…"

"He delivered it. I just didn't want to hear what you had to say."

"I see." He nodded sadly, his hand carefully coming up to my face, cupping it in his hand. "I asked you to come with us but I now realise that the safest place for you to be is with Thomas, your security is quite something."

"Tommy is rather protective."

"As he should be, you are a diamond in amongst all the coal. A light in amongst all the darkness and I am truly sorry for all the hurt I have caused in your life thus far. Your grandmother would be so disappointed in me."

"If nana were still here, she would have never let you go through with such a deal."

"No, she wouldn't have. She would have sold me instead and I would have deserved it." He nodded, a small smile on his face. "We are leaving tomorrow, come round and say goodbye please."

"I'll think about it."

Taglist

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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As Many Types of Love as There are Hearts

Reader Insert Masterlist

Accepting requests for Tommy, Arthur, John, Finn and even Luca Changretta

Title taken from a quote in Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Part 2 of list

Taglist: @joossieisdabomb @johnathancanines @peakyblindas @kissmyquill @zablife @whitejuliana1204 @theshelbyclan @atalkingthinker @thegreatdragonfruta @star017 @darlingangel-17 @kathrinemelissa @i-will-find-an-untaken-url @moondigger @babystargaze @dragons-are-my-favorite @llamamama2k19

Shelby sister!Reader

The dress she never got to wear (Shelby!sister, angst)

The back step (shelby! Sister! Fluff and angst)

Tommy Shelby

Almost a second too late (Thomas Shelby x F! Reader) *deleted by Tumblr I think, if you find it please send me the link*

Second Chances (Thomas Shelby x F!reader)

The Meek Shall Inherit the World (Thomas Shelby x F!Reader)

Stay with Me (Thomas Shelby x F!Nurse! Reader)

Misery and the Greatest Happiness (Thomas Shelby x F!Reader) * Reader is also my OC, Eva Smith from my big ass fic: Between the Shadow and the Soul*

Tea and Biscuits (Thomas Shelby x Fem!wife!reader)

Swooning (Thomas Shelby x Fem!Wife!reader)

The Telephone Operator (Thomas Shelby x Fem! Reader)

More Thorn than Rose (Thomas Shelby x Fem!Wife! Reader)

Earn Me ( Thomas Shelby x reader)

Earn Me (part two)

Tastes like gin (tommy shelby x wife!reader)

The Library (Tommy Shelby x fem!reader)

Hate (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Earn me (part three)

A comedy of errors (part two of the library)

The Cannoli (part three of the library, a prequel actually)

Earn Me (final part (4))

Hope (Tommy Shelby x widow!reader)

Objection (Tommy Shelby x fem!reader)

Spring (part two of hope)

Venus (tommy x mistress!reader)

Objection (part 2)

Objection (part 3)

The Curse (Tommy x Wife!reader/ fem!reader x Ada)

What is a man? (Tommy x gender neutral!reader)

The Taste of Freedom (Tommy x fem!reader)

Undeserving(Tommy x wife!cheating!reader)

Self-employed (Tommy x fem!secret agent!reader)

Doorstep (Tommy x fem!reader)

Secret (Tommy x male!reader)

Asi es la Vida (Tommy x latin american fem!reader)

Blood Red Lips (Tommy x witch!reader)

Man-eater (tommy x eldritch horror!reader, series) (cw: mentions of cannibalism)

Greta's Brother (tommy x Greta's Brother!reader)

Her eyes shone like diamonds (tommy x fem!reader)

Valentine’s Day (Thomas Shelby x wife!reader)

Nights on the January (Tommy x fem!reader)

Through the window (part ii to Nights on the January)

Dad!Tommy fics

Gif by @samcoving

Six Years Old (Thomas Shelby & Florence Shelby)

The Shelby Boys (Thomas Shelby & Charles Shelby & Gabriel Shelby)

Diane Elizabeth (Thomas Shelby & Diane Shelby)

Glasses (Thomas Shelby & Florence Shelby)

College (Thomas Shelby & (reader)Florence Shelby)

In the bleak midwinter (Tommy x wife!reader welcome twins)

Luca Changretta

Gif by @artedimichelangelo

Tesoro (Luca Changretta x fem!wife! Sheltered! Reader)

Great in Red (part two of Tesoro)

The things we do for love (part three of Tesoro)

The Witch (Luca Changretta x witch!fem!reader)

Die of Love (Luca Changretta x Shelby sister!reader)

The Witch (part II)

Anger (Luca x Misstress!reader, age gap)

The Lake (luca x fem!Italian!reader)

Lighting Strike (Dark!Luca x Reader)

The Fabulous Miss Shelby (luca x Shelby sister) part 1

The Fabulous Miss Shelby (part 2)

Leonardo (dad!Luca x wife!reader)

Michael Gray

Gif by @michaelgreys

The Secretary (Michael Gray x fem!spy!reader)

The Bath (Michael Gray x fem!nanny!reader)

The Bath (part II)

Glasses are sexy (Michael Gray x wife!reader)

The bath (part iii)

Finn Shelby

Gif by @bonniebirddoesgifs

Sleeping Beauty (Finn Shelby x Fem!reader)

Drinks (Finn Shelby x Fem!Reader)

Henry's Sister (Finn x Michael’s foster sister! Reader) part 1

Arthur Shelby

Gif by @becomeablade

Domestic (Arthur Shelby x male!reader)

Isiah Jesus

Gif by @twvstedsouls

The Intern (Isiah Jesus x reader)

The Intern (part two)

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onyondump · 8 months

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I have like a lot of brainrot of Arthur Shelby but I have to start thinking about my final project so I'll just write it down before I forget and it gets buried in my research documents :

- Arthur Shelby x male painter reader (reader is very empathic as a portrait artist, they probably met when the reader was apreciating Tommy's portrait and they bond over drawings and feelings and such then... yea you get it very fluffy protective angst thingy thiny) (in progress)

- Arthur Shelby x oc!Vinny (enemies to collegue to respectful friends to touchy lovers. Wanting it to be a slow burn but I dont think I'll have the patience. Vinny is an informant shadow women from another gang that does business with the Shelby's, a tomboy with a cocky smile and teases the family alot. Has emotional bagage and they both help each other try to heal and very protective kinda way. I also want to add some shit from Bacanno! I think that would be fun. idk im getting ahead of myself)

- Arthur Shelby getting foot massage from wife after a long day at work (SMUT, this shit has been in my head for a long time I have written it and I have tried to draw it but I'll have to consult someone before I post any of it cause I will jump of the bridge) (limbo)

- Illuatration : stylize portrait of the Shelby's (in progress), illustration of them as kids with fancy small suits, sticker pack, chibi shelbys(in progress), maybe a portrait of Arthur&H idk

I'm getting ahead of myself dont expect me to finish any of these or make them good I'm just airing out my brainrot

#peaky blinders #arthur shelby #my brain is being eaten by little chibis of Arthur Shelby #please excuse me for being anoyying I m hungry for some arthur content

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 2

[ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ] [ MASTERLIST ]

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Celia goes to her second job at Birmingham’s hospital and decides that she needs to see the person she called the ambulance for. Who it is surprises her.

Warnings: injuries, smoking

Word Count: 1724

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Sorry it’s a bit shorter in length. The rest should be longer. If you requested to be tagged, I tried to link you at the bottom of the chapter. Enjoy and as always, any feedback is appreciated! :)

"Good morning, Celia," Sophia Bedfird, the head nurse standing at the front desk, greeted Celia with a smile as she walked through the hospital's doors.

"Hello, Ms. Bedfird," Celia bowed her head all formal like, causing the woman who was just a few years her senior to giggle.

"You, of all people, know well enough that we're on a first name basis by now, CeCe!" Sophia stated, trying so hard to keep a straight face, but it faded as the two ladies laughed in the reception area.

"What jobs do I have to do today?" Celia asked then, getting back to the task at hand.

"You've got to scrub the used bed pans, sweep the floors, and I think that Dr. Goodman's got tools that need to be disinfected," she read off the list, making Celia scrunch her face. She didn't necessarily enjoy doing the various chores around the hospital, but it paid good money and money was something that Celia's family needed right now.

"Ok. I'll get right to it. Thank you!" she chirped, smiling at the nurse as she spun on her heel to get started.

The events of last night popped in her mind before she was able to take a step, making her spin back around to the desk, "oh hey, Soph, by any chance was a person brought here by ambulance last night?" she inquired, inwardly hoping that the person had pulled through.

"Let me see," Sophia tapped her chin as her eyes scanned through their admittance records. "We had a male with several abrasions, a broken arm, and multiple bruised ribs brought in around 9:30 yesterday evening," she answered, looking up at her with furrowed brows, like she wanted to know more. "Any reason?"

"Yeah, well I...I uh, called the ambulance that brought him here. I think he got jumped or something in the alley. There were gunshots and then whistles, like the cops had shown up, but when I got to the alley, he was laying there; left for dead," she explained the reasoning behind her questions.

Sophia nodded along as Celia spoke, listening intently to what she was saying.

"Can I maybe have the number of the room he's in?" Celia asked then, waiting anxiously as Sophia gave her a look. "Come on, Sophia, please? I can't get last night's events out of my mind. Maybe seeing that he's still alive will bring me peace," she tried to wager with the nurse who was still weighing the options in her head. "Please?" she added for good measure.

"Alright," Sophia gave in with a sigh, "room 111, but please be careful. He might not be happy to see you," she warned Celia, who’s smile now stretched across her face.

"Thanks, Soph!" Celia said, moving around the podium to hug the other woman before she started off down the hall.

Soon enough she was in front of room 111. Her smile was now replaced with pursed lips as she tried to think of how this could possibly go. This person could possibly want nothing to do with her. Hell, he might be angry with her that he'd been saved. But her earlier thoughts came back and reminded her that she wouldn't be able to move past this experience if she didn't at least see that this person was still alive. So throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door three times before standing in wait.

"Come in," the hoarse voice called from behind the plank of wood, and Celia could've swore she heard it before. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stood in its threshold. "You my nurse?" the man laying rigid in the bed asked, no emotion in his voice.

Realization struck Celia as her eyes fell on the man she'd just met yesterday...the man who was quite notorious in this city. He looked worse for wear. His right eye was swollen shut, there was a deep cut on his left cheek, and the left side of his lips were sliced, among the several other bruises that were littered over his face and upper chest. She also noticed that he had a sling positioned around his right arm, reminding her that Sophia had said he'd also broken an arm. Celia noticed she'd been staring when he raised his eyebrows.

"No um uh...I'm not. I, well I do work here, I'm just not a nurse," she stammered out, still in shock that he was still alive and right in front of her.

"You work here as well?" he inquired then, calling back to their interaction at the tailor's just yesterday.

"Yes. I work a few jobs. Need to help my family," she nodded her head. He then raised his hand and motioned her over. She nodded again and shut the door behind her before taking a few steps toward him so that she was close to his bedside now.

"Family?" he was back with the questions.

"Yes," she nodded once more. She was unsure of what else to add, so she stopped there and tried to read his expression. It gave her nothing. "Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him then. Tommy instantly caught onto the genuine nature of her question. It surprised him that a woman, who 24 hours ago he had no idea existed, was here and was concerned about him.

He didn't know what to say, so he did what he knew how to do best...deflect with more questions: "do you know who I am, Celia?" he asked rather bluntly.

"Just barely. Mr. Robinson told me a bit about you and your...occupation," she responded, finding it a bit tough to find the correct wording. She didn’t know if he’d become angry with her if she just straight up called him a gangster.

"So he told you that I'm a bookmaker?" he asked inquisitively, a glint in his eyes.

"No...not really," she answered as her eyes dropped to her feet, feeling shy under his intent gaze.

"Didn't think so," Tommy shook his head, chuckling to himself, "yes, I'm the leader of a gang, but I think you're safe..." he trailed off, making Celia look up with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't expect problems from a woman who works at a tailor and cleans hospitals," he finished before adding: "unless you’d think differently." There was almost a playful glint in his eyes, and it made Celia smile. It surprised her that he was able to make a joke and be playful with her when he was sitting propped up in bed looking like he'd been dragged through hell not long ago.

"I don't know, Mr. Shelby. My third job could be a position as a trusted runner for an undercover moonshine operation," she played along with him, earning an amused chuckle in response.

"You wouldn't be working two other jobs then, would ya, love?" he waited for a response to his lighthearted, but true, statement, continuing when he got none, "and you can call me Tommy."

"So how are you, Tommy?" she reverted back to her original question, the sudden change of topics catching him off guard. She once again sounded genuinely concerned about him, and it made him feel that feeling again. He attempted to divert it by slowly reaching over to grab the pack of cigarettes that sat on the bedside table, wincing slightly when he extended his arm too far. He then stuck one between his lips before striking a match to ignite it.

After sucking in the nicotine and letting it out in a steady stream, he was finally able to speak, "I'm ok...been worse," he responded, a slight pause in his words as he attempted to explain how he was feeling. It had been awhile since someone asked him how he was feeling and meant it.

"You're not supposed to be smoking in here, Mr. Shelby," she pointed out then, watching as he created a makeshift ashtray out of a bowl that was sitting at his bedside.

"You'll have to make an exception. It's been a long 24 hours," he simply stated, letting out another stream of smoke. Celia stood with her mouth slightly agape, unable to think of a response to such a straightforward answer.

"Do you need anything before I leave, Mr. Shelby?" she asked then, just now remembering that she had chores to tend to. She really enjoyed being in this man's company, even if she didn't know him a day ago. Hell, she still really didn't know him too well.

"Yes, if you could please open the curtains to my windows. 'S getting a bit dreary in here, eh?" he asked and she nodded, completing his request with a smile.

Once the curtains were gathered to the sides of the window panes, Celia spun around to face him again, "anything else?" she asked, clasping her hands together against the front of her dress.

"Yes, if you could please call me Tommy instead of Mr. Shelby. We are not conducting a business meeting here, at least not to my knowledge," he stated, making her cheeks heat up as she realized the switch up she had made. "Unless you would like the Shelby Company Limited to form a partnership with that underground moonshine operation you said you're tied into," the teasing glint was back.

"Oh no that wasn't..."

"Real. I know, love. I'm fine with everything though, thanks for asking," he sent a smile in her direction and she simply nodded at him before moving towards the door. "It was nice to see you again, Celia," his voice caught her before she could leave the room.

"You too, Tommy. I wish you a speedy recovery," she sent him one last smile from the opened doorway. The clearing of someone's throat made her glance to her right to see an impatient nurse waiting to get into his room. That was her official cue to leave.

"I'll be back on my feet in no time," he told her goodbye then, and she finally left the room to go carry out her duties.

And although time passed between her and Tommy Shelby's conversation, she couldn't seem to get the blue-eyed, stony-faced man that she'd only met a mere 24 hours ago out of her head.

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