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Peaky blinders headcannon ->

“the boys finding out the reader is a virgin”

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Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had been courting you for a good few months now; much longer than he would any other woman. But he quite liked you so he was more than willing to make an exception for the lovely young lady that had just moved to the area.

🪖You’d moved for a fresh start, away from your past and to Birmingham. You’d packed your bags and left home and got on the train - taking it as far as it would go and got out when the conductor pleaded with you to disembark as they’d start the journey back to your beginnings.

🪖You’d accepted the job at The Garrison, noting the sign in the window as you aimlessly wandered the streets, mindlessly questioning your intentions. The sign in the window was almost a call from God and you hurried inside, being greeted by the bar man and a few raised eyebrows at the young girl with her life in a suitcase and hair all tangled. “Y’alright love? Look like you need a drink.” You shook your head. “A job is what I need. Still hiring?” You asked and he looked you over once. “When can you start?”

🪖So eleven months deep with a flat and a job you were quite happy in Birmingham. Your specialty straying away from being a barmaid and more towards being a hostess and front of house staff. You’d seat people and prepare the hotel lodgings upstairs, and arrange rooms and port for pesky business when it came down to it. And in the process you’d captured the attention of a certain blinder who believed he had no business interfering with the life of a young maiden just getting back on her feet, but you entertained him so who was he to be so austere and deny himself such pleasures?

🪖You were shutting shop on a Saturday night, footfall substantial and you’d finally managed to kick all drunkards out of the pub after much struggle and a bit of help from John Shelby, who’d tipped his hat and went on his merry way. You’d grabbed your coat of the hanger, hearing the door bell chime behind you “we’re closed” you announced, pivoting on your heel “I know.” That all familiar voice sounded and you peeked your head. “Alright, Tommy?” You ask, getting your bag and fastening your coat; preparing for a cold winter night in Birmingham.

🪖He stepped closer and you, in turn, stepped backwards until you were trapped against the bar. “This has gone on for long enough,” he says gruffly, staring deep into your eyes and studying your face. You’d raised your brows “what has, Tom?” He shook his head and chuckled slightly. “You and I; ‘m so sick of seeing you and not being able to have you for myself.” He tells you, right arm wrapping around your waist and head dipping slightly.

🪖Your hand came up to hold him where he was and he stopped, in question. “Not like this Tommy.” You say, looking away but he grasps your chin gently to pull you back to face him. “Not like this?” He hums “Thomas, I’ve never..” you lead off hoping he’d understand what you were implying. He thought for a moment before it clicked. “Never?” You shook your head “never.” His Adams Apple bobbed as he swallowed a lump in his throat “never.” He mumbled. “And how should I go about this the right way?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips and smiling slightly.

🪖“Dinner and a nice walk.” You say and he nods with a hum. “How’s tomorrow?” You shake your head “not leaving Harry to deal with your lot on a Sunday.” “When you next off?” He asks “Friday.” “Then we’ll go out on Friday.” You nod and smile, but point a judging finger at him. “No guns” he smiles “yes sweetheart, no guns.” “And no peaky business” he shakes his head “no business.” “No fighting either, at all” you warn and he chuckles “I promise” you lean your hand up to caress his face and he leans into your touch. “Take that bloody razor blade out of your cap too.” He raises a brow “how do you know about that?” “You underestimate the amount of times I’ve carried Arthur out of this bar and nearly sliced my hand on that thing.”

🪖“I want to see Thomas. No Shelby.” You say and he blinks. “Then Thomas you shall have.” “May I walk you home?” He asks and you smile up at him “you may” and he offers an arm to walk you to your house, looking forward to taking the last of your innocence the following Friday.

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie recently started attending his local synagogue, at first yes: to reconnect with his faith, but now it was to see the young woman who attended every day, volunteering as your father was the rabbi. Albeit that sounding wrong, Alfie thought the rabbi was bordering on ancient and you were younger than him, but you were nearly twenty six so that wasn’t too bad.. right?

🧸“Ah Mr Solomons, back again I see” the rabbi commented, noted the recent inclination of Alfie’s presence at the house of God. “Well, been trying to reconnect.” He told his superior. “With God or with my daughter?” The rabbi asked and Alfie’s brows rose. “E-excuse me?” He choked on his words. The rabbi smirked with a slight twinkle in his eye “I’m not stupid” “no, of course you’re not-” “I’ve seen how you’ve been eyeing her.” Alfie quietened for a moment. “Well, y’see she’s a lovely young lady” “I agree, that’s how I raised her.” “And I’d like to ask her for dinner, with your blessing, f’course.” Alfie began to ramble but his elder cut him off.

🧸“Not with the business you’re in, Alfred.” And his mouth ran dry. “For her I’d get out of it, move to Morecambe, open a bakery, marry, have kids, y’know I’d raise them proper.” Rabbi Kaplan again hummed “but that sort of business isn’t the kind you can get out of, is it?” “You did, Abe.” Alfie corrects him and there’s a moment of contemplative silence. “You’re right I did. But no one hurts a rabbi.” “Then I’ll get ordained.” Alfie shrugged. Abraham looked at the man before him. “Gods punished me enough. He knows how much physical pain I’m in. And ‘m not gettin’ any younger. Neither’s she. ‘nd I never wanna be in this business anymore. Wanna settle down, dogs, kids, grandkids, the works.” Alfie says and Abe’s tongue protrudes from his lips to lick his dry lips as he thinks.

🧸“If I allow this, he’s watching.” The man looks up “I know.” “And if I allow this, she calls all the shots.” Alfie nods “wouldn’t have it any other way” “as in she says no, means no. She wants to go for a walk at two in the morning, you take her. She wants to come here, you bring her. She wants to get married, you wed her.” The man took two steps closer so him and Alfie were closer than any Rabbit should be with his child “she tells you to jump of the docks, you jump.” Alfie’s eyes don’t falter. “Done.” Abraham closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face “alright, you have my blessing.” Alfie nods, trying to suppress his glee, shaking the rabbi’s hand and walking towards the front of the synagogue where you were sat counting donations.

🧸“Excuse me missus” Alfie clears his throat and you look up at him, swallowing with a lump in his throat “yes?” “I was wondering if you’d like to go for an eat to bite, I mean a bite to eat, I mean-” you giggle at him “yes Alfie I’d love to go out with you.” Alfie sighed in relief and smiled down at you noting how the rabbi had wandered off elsewhere. You sealed and locked the cash box, storing it where I belonged and Alfie held his arm out for you to take “shall we?” You grin back at him “we shall”

🧸You’d been seeing Alfie for going on several months, and today he’d arranged for a restaurant to be shut down in order for the two of you to enjoy some peace and quiet together. You’d enjoyed a lovely romantic meal, accompanied by a bouquet of white tulips and a sneaky kiss to Alfie’s cheek, which he was grateful that they were covered by a large beard - disguising his beat-red features.

🧸Alfie was walking you back to his house, as you’d both previously agreed that you’d stay for the night and head towards Morecambe Bay the following day: to pick out a cottage on the seafront.

🧸You had some clothes at Alfie’s house, for events such as this where you’d decided to stay or go elsewhere the following day without needing to drop back home for anything. You were uncoiling your hair, and your gentle giant came around to hug you from behind, kissing up your neck until you giggled from being tickled, turning to kiss his lips.

🧸Your eyes surveyed one another’s for a moment, him leaning back down to kiss you in a more seriously insinuating manner - sciatica obviously not bothering him today as he managed to pick you up and lead you to his bed. “Alfie wait,” you say quickly and the man immediately stopped “what’s wrong treacle? If y’don’t want to we’ll stop here ‘nd-” “no it’s not that” your left hand fiddled with the rings on your right “what’s wrong flower?” He caressed your cheek gently. “Alfie I’ve never done anything before.” You say and his brows form a line in confusion. “Y’what?” “Alfie I’m a virgin.” You say and time almost stands still, Alfie nearly felt sick as he’d been handling you like a woman of the night and not a dignified young lady of whom was vastly inexperienced. “‘M sorry alf.” You say, looking down. Alfie grasps your chin and forces your eyes to connect with his “it’s me who should be apologising, sweetness. Your old man didn’t know. ‘V been handling y’ like ‘y know what you’re doin’.” He says gently. “And if y’ don’t want to, we don’t have to.” “No Alfie I want to.” And you could swear you could see the hearts forming in his irises, lenses constricting into something unnatural but simultaneously not animalistic. “I’ll take good care ‘f y’ love, just lay down for Alfie and let ‘im work his magic, yeah?” He says, laying you back gently on the bed, vowing to handle you like a porcelain doll in a box of feathers.

Arthur🍺

🍺You were several years younger than Arthur, he never felt like you were - he was as immature as any lad two decades his senior, but with you he never felt his age.

🍺The peaky blinders had been invited to a lavish banquet, black tie, chandeliers, live orchestra, the works. And Arthur never shied away from an opportunity to show his lover off, especially when that dress hugged you perfectly and your matching black gloves made you look so dainty and proper. He was proud to waltz into that event, feeling almost smug with ‘such a babe’ on his arm.

🍺The evening began wonderfully, three courses, all of which Arthur found laughable as he questioned the waiter why his entree was only a piece of rocket and slice of undercooked stake. Drinks were flowing and he was happy to get tipsy while to congregated with Polly and Ada, smitten to see you engaging so well with his family and them requiting his adoration for her.

🍺You’d stood at the bar, trying to gain the attention of the bartender to order yourself another rum and coke and your date an umpteenth pint. “Hiya can I just have a rum and coke and an apple juice?” You ask the man and he raises an eyebrow. “He’s so drunk I don’t think he’ll tell the difference.” He laughs and nods, heading off to get the top of shelf rum Arthur had requested he’d serve you earlier.

🍺“Gorgeous night, isn’t it?” A voice asked from beside you and you peer left, a young gentlemen with slicked back black hair asked as he knocked back the rest of the whiskey he’d been nursing for a while, requesting another as well as your drinks being on him. “Yes lovely.” You say shortly. “Well I was just thinking-” he begins smugly, before hissing and you look back at him quickly to see whatever is the matter. His finger was drawing blood as the new glass he’d been given was chipped on the end, in turn slicing the edge of his finger. “Oh dear, here let me help” you grabbed one of the inscribed handkerchiefs from the pile and applied pressure on his finger, only noticing your proximity when he chuckled. “What a first acquaintance” you laugh and agree. “You’re good at this” he hums “nurse in the war.” You say, not really wanting to reflect on the past.

🍺“May I buy you another drink for your troubles? Or possibly dinner?” He inquires with an up quirked lip. “No thank-” “I think she’s quite happy with the fella she’s got, son.” An angered voice quipped from behind you through gritted teeth, an arm snaking around your waist as the boy’s face ran pale. “Mr Shelby, sorry she didn’t say-” “she shouldn’t have too. Now fuck off before I kick the living daylights out of ya.” Arthur threatens and the previously smug man makes himself scarce.

🍺“Arthur,” “c’mon. We’re leaving.” He says, dragging you through the crowds of people and hailing a taxi, still gentlemanly opening the door for you but clambering in beside you, the smoke billowing from his ears fogging the windows. “Fucking little boy thinking he can talk to my fuckin’ woman, fuckin’ bastard” he reiteratively mumbled under his breath until he reached his house, roughly taking you from the car and throwing a wad of cash at the driver.

🍺As soon as you entered the house you were trapped against the closed door, his lips attacking yours unexpectedly as you struggled to keep up with his might. “I’ll show him who you fuckin’ belong to” “Arthur” “little boy makes up nothin’” “Arthur” “scream my name so the little bastard will fuckin’ hear me” “Arthur I’m a virgin” the man stopped immediately, expression stopping form angered to a more gentle one. “Y’what love?” He asks quietly, tight grip on your trapped wrists loosening “I’ve never had sex before Arth, sorry for not telling you.” You could see him visibly sobering up. “Oh my darlin’ m’sorry I didn’t know.”

🍺This was the only time you’d made Arthur feel his age, his lover a virgin. “I’ll take good care of you sweetheart, if y’let me.” “Show y’ what you’ve missed out on” he chuckles and you laugh, allowing him to pick you up to carry you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

John🥃

🥃Waking up this morning and getting married to a stranger wasn’t on your bingo card. But here you are. Kneeled at the alter beside a smirking young lad who was in a similar situation. “By the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The stranger smiled and you and kissed your lips sweetly.

🥃The reception was just as hazy. Drinks were flowing and laughter was heard. Your father and Thomas Shelby seemed at peace for once and all was right with the world. When slow dancing, John had held you close and embraced you like you were young lovers wed, not total strangers at the chapel. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and smiled as you giggled back at his remarks, fighting with icing on the cake and having an overly fun time with one another’s families after the initial shock from the morning. After all, he was incredibly charming and you couldn’t get out of a gypsy marriage that easily. Not in post-war Britain.

🥃You headed back to the Shelby Manor in a car strung with cans, attached by young children earlier in the day. You looked out the window to the vast house, feeling a hand tugging gently on your hair, the owner tucking it behind your ear as you looked at home. “Glad we’re married cause I could never pull you if I tried, gorgeous.” He comments and you laugh. “You’re joking. One drink and I’d be a gonner.” “At least we got to skip the funny business” he took your chin between your forefinger and chin “cause your all mine now, darling”

🥃He’d hurried you to your room quicker than anticipated, giggling like school children up to no good. He’d kissed you tenderly once inside, behind closed doors and away from the interference of all other prying eyes.

🥃He spun you gently, hands dropping to focus on the details of the backing of your dress; unthreading and untying the intricate lacings applied to keep the gown tight to your person. The dress fell and pooled at your ankles, him attacking the now bare skin with open-mouthed kisses and gentle pecks to the untouched skin.

🥃Coming to your front, he cornered you backwards in small steps until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it - him on top of you, kissing down your bodice animalisticly. “John?” He stopped and looked up with a hypnotic gaze in his eye “yes love?” “I’ve never had sex before.” You say shakily and he stops all movement. He falters for a moment, before climbing slightly higher in order to be face to face with you “never? You’re a virgin?” You nod back and he swallows the heavy lump in his throat as his briefs tighten.

🥃“Well then what an opportunity to consummate the marriage, aye darling?” He smirks “if you’ll let me that is” you smile and offer a kiss to his lips, him getting the green flag and go ahead to give you the absolute night of your life.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie was an old fashioned lad. From a young age he drempt of the stereotypical traveller lifestyle - never a singular home, him the homemaker, wife on his arm and umpteen kids running wild. It sounded like heaven. And from the moment he’d set eyes on you Bonnie had decided that that was your role - destined to be by his side. You weren’t a gypsy yourself, but he was certain he could sway you but either way he was happy to compromise as long as he had you.

🥊Tonight was one of, if not the, biggest night of his life thus far. The largest and most important fight he’d ever partake in, not only against the reigning champion which would secure his fate of being the new ruler, but also performing in front of the Peaky Blinders - prove himself to the trust Tommy Shelby had bestowed upon him. And most significantly, you were watching.

🥊He was stood in his changing room, allowing you to gently wrap his hands while his father gave him a pep talk. “Five minutes son.” His dad said, patting his back and nodding at you as he left to give you a minute alone before his spotlight moment. You finished wrapping the cloth around his palms and took his face into your hands, forcing him to look at you. “How we feeling champ?” You ask, trying to wake him up from his dystopian trance. “‘m scared m’love.” He mumbled as you frowned slightly. “Why’re you scared? Talk to me Bon, get it all out. You scared about the Shelby family? I’ll kick ‘em out-" “scared ‘m gonna disappoint you.” He says and you falter.

🥊“Bon you could never disappoint me, why would you think that?” He sighed, looking away before beginning to admit his desires. “Just wanna make you proud. I want to marry you and give you my children and travel as a family. But if I lose you won’t want to do that.” He grumbles. You chuckle slightly. “You’re such a dafty, Bon.” You say and his eyebrows crease. You lean into kiss him as he happily requites the gesture. “Bonnie of course I want to be with you either way. I don’t care if you loose, hell I don’t care if you don’t want to fight and walk out, I’ll walk right out with you.” You say.

🥊“I never knew you felt like that but I’d love to marry you Bon and have your children and I’d be willing to travel with you. I just need you to stop fretting and go win this. I love ya Bonnie.” You say, leaning your forehead against his. “You mean it?” He asks, giddily. You nod “I do”

🥊“God if I win this we’re gonna get started on those kids.” He says, getting riled up as the minutes tick down. You laugh at him “anything you want, Bonnie. Always wanted my first time to be with you.” You say and time stops. His father knocks on the door to hail his son out to the ring.

🥊“BONNIE!” “You’re a virgin?” “Yes” “BONNIE COME ON!” “And you want me to take your virginity?” “Yes Bonnie I trust you. Now go.” He hurries out of the door reluctantly, all riled up and heading for the ring.

🥊The knockout was inevitable, his opponent out cold in a matter of rounds, blood flowing freely from Bonnie’s nose as he celebrated by raising his hands victoriously above his head, father and Blinders crowding him to pat him on the back and exchange congratulations. But none of that mattered. It was just faint ringing in the background. All he could see was you stood a fair way back from the celebrating men climbing over the limb body on the ground no one had seemed to care too. He looked upon your innocent doe eyes and soft smile staring back at him as he blew you a kiss; and never has he been so desperate to get away from his own party.

🥊And after a good few hours and countless attempts to get you all to himself, you were back in Bonnie’s humble beginning: laid on your back as your boy thrust into you gently, trying not to hurt you while simultaneously trying to adhere to his desperation for you. “Faster Bon, please.” “Wanna give me a child? Is that it?” He asks and you nod meekly, as he quickens his pace desperate to bed his maiden in his own place called home.

Isaiah♟️

♟️Isaiah had been trying to get to you for many many years. Countless attempts proving fruitless from not only your rejections, but also your elder brother’s: Finn’s. Any time Isaiah had any suggestion on courting you he was shot down by his friend, who’d smack the back of his head and scold him for thinking such things. “I’ll cut your dick off and shove it in your ear if you keep thinking about my sister with it” he’d tell him.

♟️But tonight, oh tonight. Darling you looked ravishing. The Blinders were celebrating a grand festivity at Shelby Manor, someone was getting married.. or someone was dead, Isiah needn’t have cared less. Because when you cascaded the stairs, Mary Jane’s on foot and tight black dress clung to your bodice, Isaiah had to physically refrain himself from grabbing you from the get go.

♟️Sure, he’d mingled with others and drank freely with the brothers; but not once did he stray his eyes away from your figure, never letting you out of his sight. Not when you looked so delicious and drinkable, mouth running so dry he’d have to reiteratively lubricate it with whiskey. A bit of the good ole’ ‘Dutch-Courage’, aye?

♟️Finally noticing an opportunity when you brother wasn’t lingering over your shoulder, scolding you for wearing such a gown, Isaiah made his move. He slivered to the bar beside you, where Harry was offered a well-paying job serving for the evening and told him to get you another of whatever it is that you were drinking. “Your brother lets you wear a dress like this?” He questions, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and hailing for another.

♟️“No. But I am not Finn and he is nor I” you tell him, nursing the edge of your glass with your finger absentmindedly trailing it. He leant closer. “Tell you, if you were my woman that dress would be on the floor of my room right about now.” He promised and you shivered at the thought. “But I’m not your woman, am I Isaiah?” You rhetorically ask, sipping and please to feel the alcohol running down your throat.

♟️“Oh god if you were.” He said, trailing off. “I’d have you married, knocked up, never not pregnant. Have your last name Jesus. My dad would do the ceremony, y’know. Get you a nice little bouquet and pretty white dress I get to ravish you in afterwards.” He said “well you’ve got it all planned out, huh Mr Jesus?” You snort but you are backed against the bar, two hands either side of your waist as your belittled by the taller between you.

♟️“Believe me I’ve dreamt of the day since I first saw you, just your fucking brother wouldn’t let me.” You eye his lustful expression. “As I said, Isaiah. I am not my brother, nor is he I.” You repeat slowly, relaying that your older sibling(s) had no say in what was going on at that moment. “You’re playing with fire, little girl” he warned “then let me get burned” you say, batting your eyelashes doe-like and innocently, as you dared him to make the move your core had been dying for for decades.

♟️His nostrils flare as you wrap his tie around your hand and yank at it harshly, bringing an ear close to your lips to offer a promise never before foretold. “Isaiah I’m a virgin” you whisper, before releasing his tie and straightening his suit. He follows the lump in his throat before surveying the room once and looking down at you, grabbing your hand to drag you through the crowds of people and into the safe proximities of his bedroom for newly discovered events.

♟️The evening died down and the chatter faltered, as Thomas Shelby announced a new betrothal in the family. However he was unable to promise the two, because the bride and groom were missing.

Michael🎱

🎱Oh god I’ve been waiting for this one. Michael absolutely eats that shit up.

🎱You and Michael were first acquainted when himself, Thomas and John travelled to the Cotswolds in order to engage in some legal business with the Wentworth family - Tommy spoke business with the ceo of the family, while John entertained the mother and Michael; the daughter.

🎱Michael was an old fashioned man with old fashioned views. He liked his women obedient and untouched and willing to listen to his every word - just like they were supposed too.

🎱They were welcomed into the home by several butlers, two to open the grand doors - three to take their caps and the others to lead the family to their guests. “Thomas Shelby.” They heard, and a dignified gentleman descended the stairs, an unnecessary cain in one hand, the other wrapped around his wife as they descended the central staircase to the visitors, a young lady trailing behind.

🎱“Archibald Wentworth.” Thomas smiled at the man and nodded out of respect. The man walked up to him and shook each of their hands firmly. “How longs it been old chap?” He asked Thomas. “Too long, old friend.” Thomas replied, and they engaged in friendly conversation as neither had seen each other since their fathers dealt with similar business in their own youth. The elder woman approached John who kissed the back of her hand and she curtsied, him remaining respectful as their shared introductions. You however, approached Michael who looked back at you fondly. You curtsied to him and he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure Mr Gray.” You say, voice soft and unbroken. He took your hand and kissed the back of it gently. “All mine, Miss Wentworth.”

🎱“And please, do call me Michael.” He told you, smiling gently. “Well in that case you’re compelled to call me Yn.” Michael studied your face; never in his twenty one years of existence had he seen such beauty before. Your skin was fair and undamaged - soft to the touch. Your nails were clean and manicured with a neutral colour. Your hair was cascading down by your ears, as if instructed to sit perfectly, framing your face. You eyes were innocent yet appeared all-knowing - your mouth formed into a graceful smile. And you carried yourself with such proper dignity; it was admirable.

🎱“Yn my darling?” Your father spoke from beside him and you turned to face him on command - trained to do this. “Yes father?” “Please will you accompany Mister Gray into the living area? I’m sure you’ll both be quite comfortable in there.” You nodded once at the man. “Certainly, father.” “It was a pleasure to meet you gentleman, and see you again Mister Shelby.” You say to the other two, before leading Michael into the living area - which was nothing short of double the size of his childhood home.

🎱“May i offer you some tea?” You ask, as you settle in the room. “That’d be lovely, thank you.” You nod as the maid by the for stepped out to grab tea. “Normally I’d make it myself, however it is improper to leave your company unaccompanied.” You joke and he laughs in response. Soon, the tea arrived and you served it for Michael, who took the cup and saucer thoughtfully and nodded in thanks.

🎱“It’s a lovely home you have.” You smile up at him. “Thank you, I’m sure my father works tirelessly to afford it.” “You’ve no job?” He asked, awaiting the words that he was utterly and totally in love with you. “No, I’m trained in etiquette - to be polite, to cook and to clean.” Michael listened to you thoughtfully. “So you’re kept awfully busy then?” You nod. “Busy however I don’t mind it, I get to live in this glorious building with a loving family and life skills. What more could a girl want?” You confirm and he was sure his eyes were forming hearts.

🎱“And I’m sure you have quite the line of suitors with your beauty.” You giggled but tried to compose yourself. “No sir.” His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Surely you’re already married, how has a man not captivated a lady such as yourself. I’d do it myself if it wasn’t for the line of men ahead of me.” You looked down, blushing, before looking back up at Michael. “There is no line and there are no suitors. It is simply me, myself and I.” You tell him.

🎱“And you Michael? Have you a wife?” You asked, batting your eyelids. “No, in your words it is simply… ‘me, myself and I’.” “And what business do you do yourself, Mr Gray?” You ask. “That is not the sort of information for a lady’s ears. It is not good business.” He almost scolds and you nod. “Oh I understand, my father is not too dissimilar. Staying safe in your business, I hope?” He basked in the way you simply understood, didn’t pry. “Not quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He rolled up his left sleeve slightly and you gasped. “Oh you poor man,” you say. “You must treat these with oil, that way they shall heal better.” You scold, touching his skin gently. “Well if you were my wife you could sort it out for me.” “Oh certainly Michael, I wouldn’t allow you to come home damaged as such without properly patching you up.” You say, seriousness written all over your facial features.

🎱“And what do you do with the rest of your time, this afternoon per se?” He ponders, sipping his tea. “Well as you said yourself I’m quite a busy person regardless of what I occupy my time with.” You peer down at the dainty wristwatch wrapped around your wrist, Michael estimated the small device at a hefty sum. “At two o’clock I have etiquette lessons.” You say “and at three?” “At three I read in my library” “how about four?” “At four I have a date.” His face dropped. “A date? With who?” “William Wordsworth.” You giggled at his expression which sighed a breath of relief. “Oh I see, she lives the poems she could not write.” He says, quoting the famed poet. “More like she writes the poems she could not live.” You reply, and Michael notices a longing stare as you probably imagine the life you would have, if not the heir to an infamous delegate.

🎱“And no man has yet compared me to a summers day.” You admit. “You have not yet met your Shakespeare.” You smile, enjoying how he understood your references. “Nor my Victor Hugo” “ah but you have not yet died so nobody may quote ‘Demain, dès l’aube’.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “For I am always the poet, never the poem.” You speak; in words of your own. And Michael cannot stop himself from reaching up with his free hand to caress the soft skin of your cheek gently. “It is impossible. How can a man write anything short of a novel about a maiden so fair?” He question, and you find yourself absentmindedly leaning into his light touch.

🎱“You’re a charmer, Mr Gray” you speak, voice barely above whisper “I’m no charmer, just a man who knows what he wants” he leans to whisper in your ear “is it working?” He meets your eyes with a cheeky grin on his face. “Certainly.” You both finished your tea and the trolley was taken away, miscellaneous chatter arising from each of your lips.

🎱“Madam?” A voice squeaked from the door behind you both. You spun on a pivot to look at the young maid by the entrance. “Yes Beth?” “Mister Wentworth has requested you and Mister Gray return to the foyer” she said, avoiding your stare. “Thank you Beth, we shall be there shortly.” The woman nodded before clicking the door shut behind you to allow you to make your own way there along with the company. Michael’s face contorted: annoyed, but relaxed it when you faced back to him.

🎱“I believe it is time for us to depart.” You tell him. “When may I see you again?” He asks, holding your hands in his own. “Whenever you wish, Mister Gray; should my father allow.” You tell him, before slowly leading him back to where you originally met. There, the rest of the men along with your parents stood as you’d left them - engaged in unwavering chatter. “Ah, Mister Gray - treated well I hope?” Your father asks and Michael nods at the man. “Certainly.”

🎱After some goodbyes and a hug for your father’s old friend Thomas, Michael smirked at you and kissed the back of your hand and whispered promises that you shall meet again.

🎱The men walked back to the car in silence, Thomas lighting a cigarette once inside. “How’d you like her?” He asked, eyeing Michael before nicotine smoke billowed from his lips. “She’s a lovely young lady.” Michael tore his eyes away from his cousin and back to the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as you drove away; but to no avail.

🎱“She’s a gentle lass. Innocent and proper.” Thomas continued and Michael squinted at him, wondering what the man was getting at. “Doesn’t need corrupting.” “I know that Tommy, what you on about?” “We’ve come to a business agreement with Archibald Wentworth. They in exchange for protection and a good deal of Shelby business, his daughter would marry a gentleman.” Thomas stubbed the last bud out on the leather of the car. “I trust you can fit that role?”

🎱Before either of you really knew it the two were being wed on the great estate of the Wentworth Mansion, both smiling at each other at the end of the aisle like giddy school children with a secret. Within the hour you were husband and wife and Michael had the life and wife he had so hoped and dreamed for.

🎱The reception was a glamorous event; dancing and drinking and the celebration of you being safe, and the Shelby name moving up in the social hierarchy of local reputation. Yourself and Michael had snuck off for a moment alone with one another, to discuss the whirlwind of a day and plans moving forwards together. “May I say my darling you look absolutely divine.” He comments, taking your hand to make you do a full 360 turn to display your attire to him. He swore the dress was adorned entirely in Tiffany crystals. “Thank you, you are too kind.” He tuts “I can never be too kind to my wife.” He smiles.

🎱“And may I be so reckless to say I cannot wait to get this dress of you either” he smirked and you raised your brows as your cheeks reddened. “If that is no problem of course, my lady?” He confirms and you nod. “I apologise for my experience, for I have never before been with a man.” You admit, bashfully and his mouth ran dry. “Never?” You shook your head in confirmation. “Never, Michael.” You say and he gleefully picks you up to spin you around as you laugh at his response. “Well my darling, I hope you know I am prepared to take more than good care of you this evening. And of course continue the family name.”

Finn🎞️

🎞️You were the first girl Finn really cared about. Sure, he’d been on dates and hired whores to satisfy his desires. But he’d never really given much thought into actually taking his time with a girl. Until he saw you working at the bookshop two streets in the wrong direction from the Garrison.

🎞️Him, Isaiah and Bonnie were basically being little shits on the streets of Birmingham when he’d saw you organising shelves through the window, brow furrowed and tongue slightly protruding from your lips as you struggled to place an old hardback on the top shelf. The other two lads had carried on walking whereas Finn had stopped, the other two halting a few ways down to road to figure out where their third had gone, turning to see him awestruck at the bookshop window.

🎞️They hurried back, laughing at the boy who was notably illiterate. Finn could not read, nor write but was staring into the bookshop. “What y’ doing Finn? No picture books in there!” Isaiah joked, straining to see what Finn was so intently staring at. “Ah the girl” Bonnie elbowed him. “She won’t want you mate.” Isaiah informed him “she’s got Shakespeare and Wordsworth. You don’t even know who I’m on about.” And Isaiah was right. You did look dignified and well read because you were. And he was just Finn.

🎞️But he found himself two street in the wrong direction every day nearly, at least when he could find time to slip away. And Isaiah and Bonnie were sick of their lovesick friend ditching them to stare at a stranger awkwardly through a window. Then one day, when the three were repeating their galavant from the first time they saw you, Isaiah shoved him in the door.

🎞️The bell chimed and you turned from your stepladder “just a minute!” You climbed down and approached the disheveled boy at the door. “Can I help you?” You ask “book” he says and you crease your brows “…book?” Isaiah chimed in behind him “he wants to buy a book” he confirms as he smacks Finn around the back of the head. “Any book in particular?” “My first alphabet!” Bonnie exclaims, and the two boys begin cackling loudly and Finn grits his teeth and pushes the two out of the door.

🎞️“Eh what do you recommend?” He asked, scratching the back of his head and his eyes wander on all the paved backs of untouched literature. “What do you like? Fiction? Non-fiction?” Finn looks at you gone out. You look around for a simple poetry book you know is easy to understand “here, try this it’s one of my favourites” Finn nods and turns the book over in his hands and has a quick flick through. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, pushing his hand into his pocket. You shake your head “just come back and exchange it once you’re done.” Finn nods. He could do that. He thanks you and begrudgingly heads out the door to his friends who were still hounding him for the situation and he just smiles at you through the window.

🎞️Finn was getting ribbed week in and week out by both his friends and older brothers, Arthur drunkenly questioning in front of everyone why he hadn’t hired any whores recently and why books were appearing by his bed when he couldn’t read. The family laughed as his face reddened, Isaiah explaining that the lovely young lady down the bookshop had his interest peaked.

🎞️“Y’got her in bed yet?” John asked with a smirk and the younger boy elbowed him sharply. “No.” He mumbled. “No? Ol’ ‘just want a shag’ here hasn’t gotten a lady in bed?” His brother joked. “No she’s not the kind of lass I want to put off.” “Ah” Tommy ruffled his hair. “She’s the real deal then?” He smiled while lighting up another cigarette. Finn thought for a moment before nodding. Yeah, you were the real deal.

🎞️“Date” Finn said as he crashed through the door of your bookshop. You raised a brow at him. “Date with me, please.” He says, panting. “Finn are you alright?” You ask, placing a hand on his back. Me nods, heaving and placing his hands on his knees. He’d just ran here from being with his family. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” He asked when he’d finally gotten his wind back. You smiled and nodded. “Yes I would Finn, when?” “Now.” You raise your brows. “Right now?” “Yeah. If you’d like.” You look down at the dainty wristwatch you were wearing and decided it was wishful thinking if you thought that you were going to get any more footfall in the next hour before you closed. You hummed and nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”

🎞️Finn took you to one of the nicest restaurants in Birmingham in walking distance, waiter seating you quickly after he noticed who Finn was, handing the two of you two open menus. You looked over the options, but was soon distracted by Finn’s conflicted face. “You alright, Finn?” He nods. “What’s up?” He ponders for a minute before mumbling something. “Sorry?” “I can’t read and this has no pictures.” He admits sheepishly, averting his eyes from yours.

🎞️“You can’t read?” You ask, mulling over the past several weeks where you’d be too-ing and fro-ing with Finn with your book recommendations. “But you’ve been borrowing books for months-” “just to see you.” He says, looking down as a smile began to grew on your lips. “I understand if you want to leave. You’re smart and pretty and I’m just an illiterate gangsta.” He says, mentally readying himself for your leave. You placed your hand on top of his where it was laid on the table. “Finn that’s so sweet.” His brows shot up. “You did that for me?” You ask, biting your lips as he affirms your question. You place a chaste kiss to his cheek as you realise just how much the blinder truly cared about you.

🎞️“Let’s get out of here.” You say, breaking the silence. “Seriously?” He asks, moving closer for a more private conversation. “I’m serious. Let’s go.” You say, “really? We don’t have too if you don’t want too-” “Finn Shelby. Let’s go.” And you didn’t have to tell him again, running back home like two giddy school children, hiding away in his room for the rest of the evening, ended by you laying on his bare chest while he drew shapes into your relaxed shoulder.

🎞️“That was better than I expected for my first time.” You admit, staring at the ceiling. It takes a few minutes for Finn to clock onto what you’d just said. He looks down at you, movement of his thumb faltering. “You were a virgin?” He asks, lump in his throat growing as he forced himself to swallow it. “Yeah.” He smirks.

🎞️“Nice.”

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Idk what this could be used for but characters trying to play poker and someone doesn’t understand it so they stop and try to teach said character the rules and they pretend to understand because it makes everyone else happy to play.

absolutely luv <3

Poker Face

paring -> thomas shelby x reader

warnings -> nothing much, just some shelby fluff

word count -> 250

The private room at the Garrison was currently occupied by the Shelby’s doing an array of different activities. Ada and Esme were talking politics, Finn was darning the edge of his cap, Polly was drinking and smoking while presiding over everything. The three brothers had started to play poker and Tommy had asked his wife if she had ever played poker, she had said yes so they had dealt her in.

“Alright love, you’re gonna-“ He could see that her eyes were slightly glazed over. His cornflower eyes met hers and she shook her head.

“Sorry darling, no one’s really really taught me how to play and I’m rather tired.” She leaned into his form that was behind her, letting her head loll against his chest. His expression softened and wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t braced against the table, around her cards, playing the hand for her. A small kiss was planted on his jaw and the mood was normal again.

Slowly, as he kept showing her how to play, she was learning. The whole family were throwing out tips on how to play to get the best possible outcome, how to keep a poker face, when to fake a poker face, what to play at what time. Tommy’s smile was broad and genuine. Everyone being accepting of his darling’s inexperience. He started to kiss her hair as they played. She let out a small hum of happiness, no, not happiness, complete serenity. She was happy. Completely and utterly.

(pls do tell me if i made any grammar mistakes, thanks yall)

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‘Nightmares’

A little h/c Tommy x reader imagine

‘No… no! No, please…’ he muttered in his sleep. The nightmares. The endless fucking nightmares… they always came back. He turned and tossed lightly , but he movements were full of panic and fright.

His muffled cries made their way into your dream, yours was about Tommy and so sweet. You woke up immediately as you heard him and opened your eyes. You sat upright and looked next to you: he was dreaming, and his wasn’t lovely… His jaw was clenched tightly, his hair tousled and damp, his eyes squeezed shut.

The sight was heart-wrenching… ‘Tommy.’ you said gently, he had to wake up but you didn’t want to scare him. ‘So cold… dark.’ He gritted through his teeth. He was talking about the war, about the tunnels. ‘Tommy.’ you said again, ‘Darling, wake up.’

He opened his eyes with a loud cry and looks around, eyes burning with sheer dread and terror. ‘Tommy, hey.’ You said but he wasn’t looking at you, his bright eyes were fixed on the wall. ‘I don’t want to go back!’ he whimpered. ‘Tommy. Hey, look at me.’ you cupped his cheek carefully. Your touch made him realise he was at home, safely in bed with the woman he loved. ‘You’re safe, it was a nightmare. None of it was real.’

His gaze traveled to the wall again, you instinctively took his hand in yours. ‘Look at me, eh? I’m right here.’ you said calmingly. You were surprised at how well you hid the tremble in your voice. He swallowed and lay down, facing you. ‘It’s alright.’ You whispered and swiped a strand of sweat soaked hair from his forehead. His eyes were watery, tears pooling at his long lashes. Your fingers stroked his cheekbone and caressed his face. ‘I’m sorry…’ he said, his voice was broken. He felt ashamed because he wanted to be brave and put his mind to rest, put an end to the night terrors.

‘Hey, don’t. You’re strong and brave. And I’ll always be here, I promise.’

A sigh escaped his lips as you pressed a gently kiss onto his temple. He felt so safe and loved when he was with you. He smiled weakly and brushed your cheek with his fingers. ‘I love you.’ he said softly.

‘I love you too, Tommy Shelby.’ you spoke sweetly. You crawled closer to him and pulled him against you. He rested his head in the crook of your shoulder and fell into a blissful sleep.

#ada shelby #arthur shelby #by order of the peaky blinders #cillian murphy #finn shelby #john shelby #michael gray #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #polly gray #grace shelby #lizzie shelby #cill #cillian fic #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fluff #tommy shelby headcanon

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majesty31 · 2 years

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𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢 | 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾! 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟓𝒌

You had been dating Finn Shelby for a year now, and not once had you and him had sex. Finn was more of a quiet kind of boy, along with sweet and shy. You loved that about him but you also had needs.

Even though you were working your mind couldn't keep Finn out of your mind, the sinful thoughts made a blush rise every time. The two of you hadn't gone far at all, you haven't even felt his hands anywhere near the places you needed.

Finn would always stop when it would get a little heated, making up some excuse every time. You loved Finn and would never push him to do anything he didn't want to but today might be hard. You have been sexually frustrated the whole day and you needed a release, something you wouldn't be able to do on your own.

You were on your way to Finn's house, knowing that he was home alone because his sibling were all out having some type of reunion at his brother John's.

As you neared you started feeling a little bit nervous, you hadn't gone far at all with him, and now all of a sudden you wanted to go all the way.

You evened your breath once you approached his door. You brought your hand up and knocked on the door, feeling a little bit shaky. The door opened, and to your surprise, it was Isaiah who stood in front of you instead of Finn.

"Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here at," He looked down at the watch that was on his wrist. "12:36" He looked up at you again. You blew out a nervous breath and smiled.

"I thought you were going to be at John's," You said, the feeling of turning around and heading home too deep, but you planted your feet to the ground and forced yourself to stay put.

"Yeah I was going to but my da thought it would be better if I stayed back," He replied. "Did ya want to come in?"

"Yeah, thank you," You said once he opened the door wider, letting you slip in past him. Your eyes wandered about the house, trying to see if you could spot Finn.

"Oi Finn your women's here!" Isaiah shouted, brushing past you and made his way into the sitting room. He took a seat on the sofa, but not before he took the whiskey from the small table in front of him and put it to his lips.

Finn walked into the room making you turn your head to look at him. The nerves in your stomach clenched and you couldn't help the way your eyes trailed down his body, taking in everything that made him Finn. When you moved your gaze back up just as slowly the reason why you had come found its way back in your head and the nerves slowed.

"Y/N?" Finn questioned, your eyes flew towards his. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you saw that his gaze was on you, confusion along with lust mixed within his face telling you that he saw how you were looking at him. You held his gaze as you took off your coat, slowly placing it on the sofa the was sat in front of you.

A chuckle filled the room making both you and Finn break eye contact and look towards Isaiah who was still sat on the sofa. He shook his head before he stood up, taking his coat from beside him and sliding it on.

"Show him a good time Y/N, then maybe his bloody brothers will stop teasing him about being a virgin," He remarked, a small smirk on his face. Isaiah looked at Finn who was glaring at him, this only made an amused look form in his eyes as he left the room. The only sound after that was the sound the door made when it closed, leaving you alone with Finn.

And just with those words that Isaiah had said, the nerves made their way back into your stomach. Your gaze slowly wandered back towards your handsome boyfriend who stood in the same spot, glaring at the door where Isaiah had stood just moments ago.

"Finn?" You questioned, slowly making your way towards him. You took his hand in your own making his gaze drop down towards you. You were average height but even then Finn towered over you, with him being a head or more taller.

You brought his hand down on your chest, right over your heart which was beating at a really fast pace. His gaze fell to where his hand was placed but soon moved it up to meet your eyes, a hungry look in his eyes.

"You feel that?" You purred. "That is for you Finn. If you were to move your hand further down you would feel what you really do to me," His breathing started getting more heavy, his gaze falling down to your lips that were slightly parted.

You moved onto your toes and brought your lips up to connect with his. You melted into him, moving your lips with his trying to taste every part of him you could. You brushed your tongue over his lip making him pull back.

"Y/N," He breathed, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed pulling out of his grasp. Your eyes fell to the floor.

"Do you not want to do it with me?" You asked hurt laced in your voice. He took your face into his hands, bringing it up to look at him.

"I do, so much," He paused, more like hesitated. "You're not a virgin, I feel that I wouldn't be able to give ya the pleasure that you want," His eyes fall towards the floor, making your heart swell. The reason why he doesn't want to have sex with you makes you want to do it even more, not for your sake but for his.

"Let me show you just how wrong you are," You whispered, taking his hands and leading him towards his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and made your way toward Finn. His nervous eyes met yours but he didn't back away, instead he placed his arms around you once you reached him.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled him down to your lips in a slow kiss. You wanted to show him how much you loved him, you wanted him to feel it the day after so he would never forget his first time.

You took your time kissing his bottom lip, sucking and biting it softly which led him to let out a soft moan making your legs grow weak. You didn't pull away as you pushed him onto his bed, climbing on top of his tall body.

Your hands trailed under his shirt, feeling the way he tensed every time your hands made contact with his soft, warm skin. You pulled away for a couple of seconds to take his shirt off before finding your lips back on his, sliding your hands over his arms only to grip at his biceps that flexed under your soft touch.

Your hips started moving in slow circles against his, trying to relieve some pressure. You heard a low groan from beneath you, his fingers gripped your hips tighter. You felt something push up against your sex earning a moan to leave your swollen lips.

You pulled away from Finn only to leave open-mouth kisses along his jaw. and down to his neck. You sucked at the soft skin, possibly leaving a mark that would be seen in the morning. A groan left his lips when you started moving your hips faster.

You looked at him once you started unzipping his pants. His breath was heavy and his eyes never left yours but you could see that he was nervous.

Once you got his pants unzipped you slowly pulled them off and threw them on the floor, leaving Finn in just his underwear while you were fully clothed. The bulge that was in his boxers was really noticeable and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips.

You lifted his leg and started kissing and sucking his inner thighs. A groan left his lips, his breathing getting more and more ragged and you had beardy even touched him.

Your hand made its way towards his crotch and slowly started rubbing him. He closed his eyes and moaned. You slipped his boxers off of him, making his cock spring out. You were surprised at the size of him, you knew he would be big but not this big.

You softly took his cock in your hands, taking the pre cum that was on his tip, and slowly started pumping him. He gripped the bedsheets as a moan left his lips. This only encouraged you, making you lower your head and place your lips on the tip of his cock, softly sucking it. His head shot back, earning a low whimper to leave his parted lips.

"God Y/N," He breathed, making your eyes lift up to meet his beautiful ones. The look on his face made you almost lose it right then and there. His lips were parted, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes hooded, looking right at you making you feel like he was able to read all your dirty thoughts.

You relaxed your throat, taking half of him and using your hands to stroke the rest of him. The sounds he was making only encouraged you, leading you to move faster. His hand found its way onto the back of your head, holding you in place, as if scared you would pull away at any moment.

You pulled back, only the tip left in your mouth, knowing this was the most sensitive spot and taking extra care of it. You sucked slowly, your tongue rolling over it leading Finn to let out a breathy yet low groan, his head shot back, eyes closing and realing in the feeling.

You pulled up and off of him when you felt him twitch, as much as you'd love to suck him dry you wanted his first orgasm to be in you. His breathing shook, his eyes opening and gazing down at your form that lay below him, confusion in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He panted. You moved up, taking his lips into your mouth.

"I want you inside me," You whispered against him. You slipped off your dress in one swift move and threw it onto the floor. His eyes went down to your breasts that were now exposed and he slowly moved his hands up, cupping them in his much laugher ones. You threw your head back when he started rubbing them, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moved his lips, taking one into his mouth and softly sucking, earning a moan to leave your lips. Your hand found his hair, fingers softly pulling and playing with his soft locks.

He gave the same attention to the other, his eyes meeting yours as you gazed at him. He pulled away, still rubbing them with his fingers as he spoke.

"You like that?" He questions, lust along with pure love shown in his eyes. You nod, your core dripping at this point and you couldn't wait any longer. Your panties were gone before he even noticed.

"But I'll like this better," You whisper, taking his cock into your hands before moving it towards your pussy. His eyes wouldn't leave you as you hover over him his tip rubbing your soaking entrance, giving both of you a moment before sinking down all the way.

Your world stumbles as you slide down on him, your hips readjusting as your cunt swallows him whole. His head shoots back, a moan living both of you at the feeling. You take a little to adjust to the size of him, not moving only taking a breath in and out.

His hand's grip at your hips, hard as you start moving, hips rolling causing the both of you to moan, and soon your bouncing on top of him.

A groan is ripped from him while your head falls back, barely having the strength to move up and down but wanting to chase the slowly coming up high. Finn sensing this flips you over onto your back with him hovering on top of you.

You clench at the new feeling and position, gripping his biceps for support as he pounds into you. It's fucking beautiful- the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.

His head finds its way into your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. A moan falls from your lips, one of his hands gripping your leg, lifting it slightly.

"You feel amazing," He breathes, taking your lips into his. His hands grip your legs harder and lifting them up higher, making him go in deeper.

"Finn," You moan, throwing your head back as he hits that spot inside of you. One hand gripped his bicep while the other scratches at his back leading Finn to hiss at the pain.

His hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud.

"Don't stop. Oh, fuck don't stop," Your close, so close. "I'm coming!" You moan, clenching around him, his head falls back as he groans, seeming to be at his peak too.

A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his cock, closing your eyes and gripping onto him as if your life deepens on it, screaming out his name as your high washes over you.

Finn grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.

Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last seed inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with his cum along with your name falling from his lips.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leak out of you and onto his tip. He collapses beside you, still breathing heavily.

You smile before turning to face him, his eyes were shut but opened when you moved his hair out of his face. He smiles at you, giving you a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the both of you.

"I love you," He whispers as he pulls you close to his body. You snuggle into him, feeling right at home like this, in his arms.

"I love you too," You let your eyes fall closed, tiredness coming over you so quickly that you don't even try to fight it.

"My brothers were right. Sex is better than whisky," Was the last thing you heard from him before you fell to sleep, feeling a soft kiss on your head that followed right after.

He was worth the wait.

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theshelbyclan · 1 year

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Getting away with murder

Summary: Teddy knows she can get away with murder when it comes to her brothers, but maybe she really did go too far this time

A/N: I have no idea how this one started, where the idea came from, but I had a vision and couldn’t let the idea go... enjoy!

Words: 3324

*****

“Oh,” John took a deep breath and turned to his sister. Then he whispered again, “Oh, Teddy... oh, you didn’t...”

“I didn’t mean to!” she hissed back, “Obviously, this is not what I had in mind either!”

John looked at Arthur again, who had just walked into the shop. It was still early, so only the Shelby’s were present. Thank God. Suddenly, John burst out laughing, but luckily he was too far away for Arthur to hear. To Teddy he said, “Well, it was nice knowing you.”

Teddy fidgeted nervously, “What do I do? Do you think I can fix it?”

“That?” Giggles erupted from John now, “Absolutely not.”

“Fuck...” Teddy sighed deeply, “Tommy’s going to kill me too.”

“Look at your oldest brother, fucking look at him! Look at what you’ve done to the poor man!” John pointed, his voice nearing hysterics now, “And you’re afraid of Tommy?”

The truth was, Teddy wasn’t quite sure who to be more afraid of. On the one hand there was Arthur, who would indeed explode, but his temper was like dynamite and therefore short-lived. Then there was Aunt Polly, who raised her with an iron fist and seemed to have a wide variety of punishments at her disposal when needed, all of them horrible. And lastly, Tommy, feared by all and with good reason. Just the thought of his piercing eyes made Teddy knees wobble.

“Stop laughing!” she hissed, “I’m going to get killed no matter what, so what the fuck do I do now? Maybe I can, you know, make it a little less bloody?”

He looked down at his youngest sister and John could feel a little pang of sympathy for her. In many ways, the two of them were alike: they often didn’t think their actions through. And here she was again, finding herself in serious trouble, as she so often did. He did want to help, mainly because he liked her too much to be killed this young, “Maybe if you tell Tommy what happened. He always likes that, when you’re honest, you know? Just tell him you made a small mistake.”

“Mistake?” Teddy spun around to face him, “a fucking small mistake? How in the hell am I going to pass that off as a small mistake?!”

“Tell him you had a seizure?” John giggled.

Teddy rolled her eyes, “Perhaps they won’t think it’s me.”

“Oh, they will. This has ‘Theodora Shelby’ written all over it.”

“Fuck.”

John looked at his sister again, who was biting at her nails nervously. People often thought she sought out trouble, and they were right, but not as often as everyone thought. Sometimes, bad things just seemed to happen to her as a result of some very bad judgement. But she didn’t mean for it to happen, not really... “Come on,” he grabbed Teddy and dragged her towards Tommy’s office, “It’s like a bandaid, alright? Just rip it off and do it quick!”

“No! John, no seriously I can’t...” Teddy protested, but he had his hand firmly on the cuff of her shirt and there was no escaping him. And before she could protest again, he’d pushed her into Tommy’s office.

Stumbling in, Teddy almost tripped over her own two feet. As soon as she met Tommy’s eyes, she turned around again, but there was John blocking her exit and he pushed her closer to him at once. Trapped between two brothers, Teddy couldn’t see a way out.

A massive toothy grin was plastered all over John’s face as he said, “Tom? Teddy here has something to tell you.”

“You fucking prick,” Teddy hissed at him, but that only caused him to laugh more.

But Tommy was busy, he was always busy, and whatever it was, he wasn’t in the mood for it. Still, he was the first one responsible for Teddy and he never tried to evade that responsibility. So, he demanded in a very strict and brotherly fashion, “And what exactly is John talking about, Teddy?”

“I don’t have a clue...”

Icy-blue eyes glared at her and Teddy gulped. Then he demanded, “Did John, by any chance, tell you I’d go easier on you if you told me yourself?”

Teddy’s jaw dropped. How the fuck did he work all of that out in just under a minute? How in the hell was Thomas Shelby, her brother, practically clairvoyant when it came to her mischief? And again, he could read her mind, “Gypsy witchcraft.”

So Teddy conceded, “Yes, he did.” She looked over at John, who was standing in the corner now, chewing his toothpick. It was like he was watching a film and enjoying every second of it. Silently, Teddy cursed him, even though she knew she’d gotten herself into this mess in the first place.

“Sit.” Tommy demanded, “Explain.”

Teddy sat down carefully and tried to find the best words she could, just to make this a little bit easier on herself. But there were no right words. “I wanted to help Arthur.”

As soon as she mentioned the word ‘help’, John burst out laughing again. Tommy held up a hand to silence him and narrowed his eyes at Teddy, “Help him with what exactly.”

“I thought... maybe he wanted to look a bit more like us?”

“In what way,” Tommy sighed and lit a cigarette. He’d spend twelve long years with his sister already, and still she managed to surprise him every day. So, he was mentally preparing himself for the worst, just in case.

“You know,” Teddy still tried to evade the question, “we’re dark and he’s... ginger?”

“Not anymore, he’s not...” John sniggered in the corner.

Tommy raised his eyebrows in question and waited for his sister to continue. As he waited, he tried to think like Teddy and imagine what she’d gone and done now, but for all his gypsy witchcraft, he still couldn’t worm his way into his sister’s crazy mind.

“I might have made a small mistake, Tommy,” Teddy finally confessed, echoing John, “when trying to fix Arthur’s hair.”

Tommy turned to John abruptly and he spoke to him like Teddy wasn’t even there anymore, “What the fuck has happened to Arthur’s hair?”

“Tommy, listen...” John held up his hands like he wanted to make clear he had nothing to do with this whatsoever, “I don’t know what she did to him, but the poor bastard looks fucking terrible.”

The older brother frowned again and leaned over his desk to study the guilty party’s face up close. She, in turn, tried to curl up in her chair, praying to God she could just disappear. But just as Tommy was about to open his mouth, a knock on the door sounded.

“What!” he barked.

“It’s me, Tom. I’ve got these papers for you to sign. Can’t work them out. Some boy dropped them off for you...” a familiar voice stumbled on the other side.

Tommy shot John a strict look and Teddy an absolutely lethal one. Then he called out, “Come in, Arthur.” And he quickly poured himself a drink, preparing himself for whatever the fuck was to come.

But he wasn’t prepared. As soon as Arthur stepped into the office and Tommy took one look at him, he spit out part of his whiskey across the table. Teddy wiped it gingerly off her face and tried to make herself even smaller. John, meanwhile, was dying.

Arthur, however, didn’t seem to have the vaguest idea what was going on. “You alright, brother?” he asked Tommy, as he handed over the papers.

Tommy managed to stumble, “Yeah, bad quality, that’s all... I’ll, Uhm, I’ll take a look at these, eh?”

“Right, well...” Arthur pointed at John suddenly, “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“You dropped him as a baby, remember?” Tommy waved a dismissive hand, “He’s mad, ignore him. I’ll get these papers back to you as soon as I can, alright?” Teddy had to admire his ability to adapt.

“Yeah...” Arthur shot another look at John, who had his mouth covered with a hand now and appeared to be either laughing or choking, it was hard to tell. But he decided to just leave it be and left the office soon after.

Apart from the occasion snort from the corner, the office was dead silent once again. Finally Tommy spoke, “You fucked up his hair and he has no idea.”

Teddy quickly started, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear, Tommy! I just made a small mistake!”

“A small mistake is when you accidentally drop a plate or lose a fucking button, Teddy, but that,” he pointed, “is something else entirely.”

“It’s not that bad, though, is it?” Teddy whimpered.

Tommy raised his eyebrows and sighed. Then he decided, “You’re on your own. You’ve officially gone too fucking far now and I’m not helping you.”

“But Tommy...”

“Nope! You’ve made your bed. I’ve told you again and again, Teddy, one of these days you’re going to get yourself killed and you’ve done it now. Congratulations.”

“Please, Tommy!” she pleaded, “It was an accident! I’ll do anything, I swear!”

“It was an accident, eh?”

“Yes! Well... sort of.”

“Oh, sort of...” he coughed a laugh, “So not really.”

Teddy sighed theatrically and was completely desperate now, “Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, alright?”

Tommy tried to do everything in his power to keep himself from smiling and he had managed so far. He slowly lifted his cigarette up to his lips and mused, “You’ll do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Without protesting or scheming? And without one fucking question in the fucking process?”

“Yes, fine.” Teddy sulked a little.

“Good!” Tommy stubbed out his cigarette and allowed some mirth to find its way onto his features, “Well in that case, you can start by telling me how exactly you managed to dye your eldest brother’s hair green!”

*****

Arthur Shelby sat in his office, surrounded by books and papers. He’d recently gotten into business with a local breeder and it had proven profitable, but there was a lot of paperwork involved.

“I need a drink,” he mumbled to himself.

As he crossed the betting shop, he saw no one because it was still early, only his youngest brother Finn. “Morning,” he greeted him, “Did you get the papers?”

Finn nodded wordlessly, with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“What?” Arthur demanded.

His brother pointed slowly at his head.

“Oh, right,” he nodded in reply while opening the door to go outside, “Almost forgot my cap. Thanks, Finn.”

After a few moments, Finn moved and muttered to himself, “Fuck. Teddy’s really done it now...” And he quickly went on his way to try and find her.

“So that’s why!” Finn burst into Tommy’s office as soon as he had spotted his youngest sister sitting there. “I knew you weren’t buying it for yourself! You hardly even bother to wash, let alone be pretty...”

“Thanks for that, Finn,” Teddy grumbled.

“I don’t mean that,” he protested, “I mean, you’re not like the other girls, who brush their hair and...”

Tommy held up a hand to silence him, “Bought what?”

“I think you’re very pretty, Teddy,” John smiled at his sister.

“I do too!” Finn sighed, “I just meant...”

“For fuck’s sake!” Tommy called out, “Teddy, you are beautiful and anyone who tells you different can fuck off. Now, back to the fucking business at hand: buy what?”

“Hair dye.”

A long sigh followed.

Teddy tried her best not to meet his eye, “I bought some black hair dye for Arthur. How was I supposed to know it would turn his hair green?”

“Because his hair is ginger, that’s why,” he replied darkly, “You really should have more girls as friends, Teddy, they probably could’ve told you this.”

“Oh...”

John swallowed some more laughs and asked, “What do we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do. We just have to make sure he doesn’t go out like this or we’ll lose all the respect we’ve earned around here.”

Finn dragged his feet across the floor a little, “Tommy, he just went out.”

“Fucking hell.”

“I made sure he wore a hat, so that’s something?”

“Right,” Tommy slammed a hand down on the table and decided he’d spend enough time on this nonsense, “Teddy, you are going to find your brother and you’re going to tell him what you did to the poor bastard.”

Teddy protested, “Tommy, I...”

“Nope!” he interrupted, “No more fucking excuses from you. Now, either you find a way to fix his hair or you convince him to cut it all off. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you are going to repair whatever damage has been done to the good Shelby name, alright?”

“Yes, Tommy,” Teddy gave in, and with a heavy heart she stood up and left the room, with Finn in tow.

Only after she’d closed the door behind her, Tommy allowed himself to smile.

“Arthur is going to go mental,” John commented dryly.

“Just go and make sure that he hits a hole in some wall and not our beloved sister, eh?”

John turned around and just as he opened the door, said, “You know, if this was anyone else, you would’ve cut her.”

“Yes,” Tommy sighed, “but it’s Teddy and she can get away with murder with me and she fucking knows it.”

John turned smirked and turned to leave. But Tommy added, “So do you.”

“You’re going soft, big brother!” John called down the hall as he walked away.

“Am I?” Tommy muttered to himself, “Maybe I just have too many fucking younger siblings... Fuck, I am going soft.”

But the truth was, he’d always been soft for them. And he knew it.

*****

Flitting from corner to corner on the streets of Small Heath, Teddy shadowed her big brother Arthur. He’d gone down to the Garrison to pick up another bottle of rum, but luckily he hadn’t taken off his cap inside. Now, he was making his way back to Watery Lane.

“What are you going to tell him?” Finn whispered.

“Anything but the truth,” Teddy mused, but she hadn’t decided on a strategy just yet.

Carefully, the two siblings followed their brother inside. But their stomachs dropped when they realised Arthur was talking to Aunt Polly and as he did, he reached upwards to take off his cap.

“No, no, no, no!” Teddy called out, but it was too late.

Polly’s mouth fell open at the sight of his green hair, but quickly narrowed her eyes at her niece, sensing the culprit at once.

“What?” Arthur asked, completely oblivious.

“You may want to sit down for this one...” Polly told him in a low voice.

“Someone tell me what the fuck has been going on!”

Suddenly, Teddy had a thought and exclaimed, “Can I cut your hair, Arthur?”

He took a swig from the bottle of rum, “Why the fuck do you want to cut my hair?”

“I want to be a hairdresser someday!” Teddy tried her most angelic smile.

“Theodora...” her aunt warned darkly, but Teddy ignored her, praying to God she’d survive both Arthur and Polly’s potential wrath.

“Please, Arthur? It’s been getting way too long and Tommy tells me we have to protect the good Shelby name.”

He reached up and felt at his hair. Nobody dared breathe. “Alright,” Arthur finally agreed, “but don’t fuck it up! I don’t want to walk around Birmingham looking like some bloody circus act.”

Finn almost choked.

“Great!” the twelve-year-old devil beamed, “I’ll get the scissors.”

But in the kitchen, Aunt Polly hissed at her, “You are going to explain this to me and it better be good, or I’ll make you regret even getting up this morning.”

She gulped, grabbed the scissors and took a deep breath. Then she draped a cloth around Arthur’s neck and started snipping. “Not too short!” he warned, but it had to be. Luckily, the roots were still ginger, so she didn’t have to go completely bald to save him, but long tufts started falling down all around him.

Pretty soon, all the green was gone and somehow, Arthur looked more like John than he’d ever had done.

But he wasn’t satisfied and as he felt at his head, he bellowed, “What the fuck did I tell you! Fucking hell, Teddy, you’ve probably made me look like some fucking choir boy!

“Just wear your cap,” Finn offered. “You look a lot better, Arthur.”

“Do I?”

Teddy grabbed the mirror off the wall and showed him. Arthur sighed deeply: he hated it. Still, he didn’t want his little sister to be hurt, so he said, “Maybe hairdressing’s not for you, Teddy. Or maybe you just need to practice some more, but not on me! But I can live with this...”

“Thanks, Arthur,” Teddy smiled and he had to smile back at her.

“Right!” Finn concluded, “Guess that’s that! Remember Teddy, Tommy wanted you to do that thing?”

“What thing?”

Finn eyed the green hair scattered around on the kitchen floor. It was only a matter of time before Arthur would notice. “You know,” he stumbled, “that thing... at the Garrison?”

Teddy suddenly understood her brother was trying to save her, once again, and nodded slowly. But one strict matriarch demanded, “What thing?”

She turned on her heels and lied, “Oh, nothing really. But Tommy wanted me to gather some of the betting slips and make sure the Garrison books are all in order, because I’m good with numbers, you know?”

“And what are the odds?” her aunt narrowed her eyes again.

“They’re not good.”

Polly nodded, “I’d say they’re looking very bad.”

Teddy sighed, “I agree.”

Arthur frowned, “Are we still talking about horses?”

“Yes,” both women replied in unison, even though they weren’t.

“Right,” Arthur shrugged, “Then fuck off, Teddy, and go and do as Tommy told you. Finn, clear up this mess.”

Quick as a flash, Teddy was out the door and Finn immediately gathered as much of the hair as he could, suddenly hopeful that Teddy was actually going to get away with it. Then he left as well.

Polly was left in the small kitchen with Arthur. As he felt at his hair again carefully, he muttered something about getting back to work. Polly meanwhile noticed just one tuft of hair still lying on the floor and she picked it up and stuffed it down the pocket of her skirt. She had no idea why she was even protecting her niece, but she was.

“Give me that.”

Polly looked up questioningly at Arthur, who had turned around again.

He held out a hand, “I’ll keep that.”

“So you did see.”

“As soon as she made the first cut.”

His aunt handed him the bit of hair and carefully Arthur tied a piece of string around it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

He shrugged, “The damage was already done.”

Polly smiled. In many ways, Arthur was the one that did surprise her the most.

“Are you going to tell her?”

“No,” he decided. “Let her think she got away with it.”

“She already thinks she’s brilliant,” Polly huffed, “That one always seems to think she can plan and talk her way out of anything.”

“And she’s bloody right, isn’t she?” he affirmed affectionately, before walking away.

“She has to learn some time!” Polly called after him, even though she knew it was no use. They worshipped the ground she walked on and nothing was going to change that, not even one harsh and determined aunt who sometimes feared the moment Teddy would have to venture out into the real world, where things weren’t so easily fixed. But let her keep her innocence just a little while longer, that’s what Arthur had meant and she knew it. She understood it even.

She would have to learn eventually, but evidently, not today.

*****

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cilliansdove · 11 months

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TOUCH ME || tommy shelby oneshot

pairings : tommy shelby x fem!reader

warnings : smut

rating : 18+

summary : Y/n can’t sleep. Only the touch of her beloved will set her to sleep.

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Twisting and turning in her sleep, Y/n woke in a hot sweat. Her forehead felt like it was on fire and she pulled the duvet straight off of her.

Her naked body spread out on the mattress trying to get some cool air too it.

She huffed out in annoyance. There was a clear throbbing coming from her heat, “Explains why I’m so hot,” Y/n said to herself.

Beside her, Tommy was flat out. He didn’t get much sleep these days, which was why she wouldn’t wake him just to fulfil her needs. It would be selfish of her.

Y/n began to trace her sore breasts, swirling her fingers around the hard nubs. Whilst one hand stayed there, the other trailed down her body until it reached the bottom of her abdomen.

Trying to be quiet, she sucked on two of her fingers and then brought them back down to where she needed them.

She felt around her clit, in a way to dampen herself up, but it wasn’t working.

“Fuck sakes,” she groaned out.

Thinking of what to do, she just continued to rub her clit and squeeze her breast whilst thinking of the most dirty things Tommy would do to her.

“Ohhh…Tommyy-” she whined, but silenced it by covering her mouth. Internally, Y/n was panicking as it was quite loud.

Feeling herself get wet, Y/n brought her fingers closer to her hole, clenching around nothing.

To release her built up tension, she plunged her fingers knuckle deep into her gaping hole, moaning out quietly.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t answer, “Please, please, please touch me. Please touch me, oh my god!”

She was completely shocked that she hadn’t woken her husband up yet.

Tommy groaned as he began to wake up. The fuck is all the noise?

Turning his head around to look at Y/n, he saw her covered in a layer of sweat, attempting to pleasure herself whilst calling out for him.

The head of his cock throbbed for her at the sight. Fuck.

“Tommy-”

“Yes, Y/n?” He smirked.

Y/n pulled her fingers out quickly and sat up straighter. She had never been so embarrassed even though she was in the presence of her husband.

Tommy brushed her thigh in comfort, “Why didn’t you wake me up, Love? You know I would’ve helped you out.”

“I-I dunno, Tom,” she started, “You haven’t slept properly in ages and I thought It’d be selfish of me to wake you for my own desires.”

“I’ve done that to you, have I not?”

Y/n nodded her head, “But that was different,” she couldn’t help but argue back.

“How?”

“I get good sleep all the time. I wouldn’t bat an eye on missing one night of sleep to help you out, Tom.”

Tommy motioned for Y/n to cuddle into him. She did so, and rested her head on his shoulder as her fingers drew lines on his chest.

“I understand, Love. But I rarely get sleep these days. Helping you feel better would probably help me sleep…as long as I know you’re okay and well,” he kissed the top of Y/n’s head.

“You’re all that matters to me, Y/n. I’ve never loved someone as much as I do, you. You’re kind, compassionate. You care for others even if they don’t care as much for you. You’re selfless and I’ll forever love you for it. But I’m asking you. Put yourself first. Just for once.”

His words warmed her heart and she could’ve sworn his heart beat a tad faster than normal.

“Alright, Tom.” She agreed.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

She looked up at him, lust clouding her vision, “You.”

That was all she needed to say for Tommy to flip them both. His lips clashed with Y/n’s in a hungry kiss.

She ignored him of passage to her tongue and he grunted. Y/n couldn’t help but give in, and his tongue invaded into her mouth so perfectly.

He was perfect.

Tommy’s hands were trailing further and further down her naked body but one came back up to rest on her breast.

“Touch me, Tom,” Y/n begged, “please. I’ve gone an hour without release, I am begging you plea-” Tommy’s fingers curled into her swiftly, causing Y/n to moan out, “Ohh, fuck that feels so good.”

He smiled as he watched his wife whimper and moan at his actions. It made him feel smug. He had her all to himself. How lucky.

The rise of his hard-on, became prominent and there was no hiding it.

His wife was clenching every few seconds, “You’re close.”

She hummed in response and her hips thrusted upwards in attempt to release her tension but just as she was on the edge…he pulled away.

Y/n gasped at him in fury, “Thomas! You can’t do that!”

“Can. And just did.”

She stared at him whilst trying to catch her breath. The duvet had completely fallen off of the bed, leaving Tommy’s hard-on clear to see.

“Want a hand?” Y/n offered.

“Rather your mouth,” Tommy smirked.

Complying with his request, Y/n got Tommy to lay against the pillows so she could rest her hands on his thighs.

She swivelled the hair from her face and knelt so she was face to face with his cock.

Her finger traced the drooling head, slowly. Tommy practically whimpered at her. For her.

Ducking her head down, Y/n brought her lips to his head, and started working her hands to pump him.

In response, Tommy had thrown his head back, panting, “Oh, that’s it, Love,” he praised, “Just like that, fuck!”

Y/n smiled and sucked on his head. Removing her hand she gagged around his length as her mouth moved further and further down his long and throbbing length.

She felt hands on the top of her head, pushing her down even further.

As the air began to leave her, Y/n tapped Tommy’s thighs and he let go immediately.

“Holy fuck, Y/n. You got a good mouth on you, baby. But I really need you to sit on me.”

Y/n whined and crawled up to hover above his cock.

Grabbing it gently, she rubbed it through her soaking folds, before sinking down on his length slowly, “Tom, ohh, Tom- it- feels…ohh!” Y/n moaned.

As she bounced on his cock, Tommy stroked the fair falling into her face.

The both of them had a beautiful glow on them. Both from the light, and the sweat they were making.

For Tommy, the pace was too slow. Deciding to take control, he flipped them both again to thrust in and out of her in missionary.

Tommy picked up Y/n’s legs to rest on her shoulders and bent them so he could fold down into her.

His lips met hers in a sloppy kiss, so hard to make one full kiss as Y/n was drowning in his hold.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I’m so close, Love,” Tommy said out of breath.

Bringing a hand down to her clit, Tommy rubbed fast circles around it in hopes they would cum together.

“C’mon, Love. Come with me, please,” he begged.

Y/n never heard Tommy speak in ways like this. Although, in bed, he was a completely different person. But she loved it. And she loved him.

As her walls started to clench, Y/n’s head tipped into the side of the pillow and her hands scrunched at the ends of Tommy’s hair.

Her legs were falling and shaking, with one last thrust, she came.

“Fuckkk!”

Tommy continued to thrust into his beloved, chasing his own orgasm, “Jesus Christ, Y/n, I’m gonna come…fuck!”

Within a few quick thrusts, he came inside Y/n. His hot spurts flowing through her.

Restless, he let go of her legs and they shook against the mattress. Tommy leant all of his weight on Y/n, and tucked his face into her neck.

“Thank you, Tom,” Y/n whispered, “I love you.”

She tangled her hands into his hair, stroking it soothingly.

“I love you too, doll, “Tommy lifted his head from her neck, “But I think I should clean you up now, Love, hmm?”

She smiled at him and gazed lovingly at Tommy, “Please,” she replied.

Tommy lifted himself up off of her, and from the bathroom, brought back a wet cloth.

Sitting his beautiful wife up, he spread her legs to wipe her clean, “You okay, ay?” Tommy checked.

“Mhm, I’m just tired.”

“Tired you out, did I,” Tommy laughed slightly.

Y/n picked up one of Tommy’s hands and fitted her fingers between his, “Maybe,” she shrugged.

Tommy had finished cleaning her up, but took a minute just to look at her. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to marry someone like her. Couldn’t believe it at all.

“I’ll turn the lights out in a minute. Try get some rest, Y/n/n,” Tommy tilted his head to try convince her. However, by now, she didn’t need much convincing.

“Okay, thank you, baby,” Y/n accepted.

“Always,” he bent over to kiss her still damp forehead, “Get some rest and I’ll be up in a bit, yeah?”

Y/n just nodded her head, too tired to reply in words.

Tommy stayed true to his words. After going downstairs for a glass of water and a few cigarettes, he came back up.

What he found was his wife spread out over the entire bed, with her messy hair, snoring softly.

Gently tucking her into her side of the bed, Tommy joined her, and held her into him. Just how he liked it. Just how she liked it.

Within minutes, both now, were sleeping. In the dead of night. When all was quiet. And their hands held.

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b-a-n-a-n-a-ss · 1 year

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Finn Shelby x reader - pregnancy cravings

Summary: finn and the reader are engaged and are also expecting. One morning when they wake up the baby is hungry.

(They are both at least 19 in this)

Warnings: stomach noises, pregnancy, belly rubs, fluff.

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I yawned as I opened my eyes. They morning sun was shining through the window and I turned my head to see my fiancé shifting.

He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back and he sat up on his elbow and we shared a passionate kiss. I giggled into the kiss and when we pulled apart he placed a soft hand on my belly.

He moved closer to me so my head was squished against his chest and he rubbed my belly. His eyes were full of love.

“I love you two so much.” Finn said and left another kiss to my head.

My belly moved a little and Finn smiled widely. He pressed on my belly gently and the baby kicked his hand. He giggled and kissed my lips.

We were enjoying our time together when my belly growled. Finn chuckled and stood up, helping me out of bed.

“Let’s go get that baby some food ‘eh” he said. I nodded and he held my hand and helped me walked down the stairs. I was only seven months pregnant and I could still do things on my own. But Finn wouldn’t know how to handle things if something happened to me or the baby.

We entered the kitchen and he sat me in a dining room chair. He looked through the cabinets and started naming off things for me to eat.

“We have cereal, crackers, a bunch of fruit, bread” when he named everything off my belly growled loudly when he said bread. He got some out and came over to me. He kneeled beside my belly and kissed it. He laid his head on it and closed his eyes with a smile of his face.

While he adored my belly it growled again. Finn chuckled and gave my tummy a kiss. He then cut some slices of bread for both of us and we ate together. While we ate he let his hand rest of my belly.

When we finished I was full and the baby was happy. Finn helped me to the couch and we sat together. He rested his head on my belly and I ran my fingers through his hair. He rubbed my under belly and smiled to himself.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” He said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Him?” I asked. He nodded.

“I think it’s going to be a boy. But I’ll be fine with a girl too.” He said. I nodded and kissed his head. Then we both fell asleep with full bellys.

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Wish I could - Michael Gray

asked! "Hey hope your day’s going well :) “I wish I could marry you…” & Michael Gray? Thanks so much love 💕" SPOILER FREE! pure fluff, too!

500 words!

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“I wish I could marry you…” he whispered in her ear, while holding her from behind.

The fire was burning softly, and the dog that they found one night a few years ago in the darkness of the alley was now the most loyal guard dog for baby Eliza. Everywhere she went, so did Porridge. And her curious nose was always trying to tuck her safely under the blue blanket. Polly had been wrong, for once in her life. It wasn’t a boy, like everyone predicted, it was a girl. A giggly and calm girl, one that didn’t give them too much trouble.

“You wish you could marry me?” she muttered back, her fingers going up and down his forearm.

“Yes, I wish I could marry you. Again, you know?”

When Y/N met Michael, she thought he was a tough one, a man like Tommy. One that would only keep her warm in the lonely hours of the night, and that she wouldn’t feel seen, admired, obscenely loved. But Michael had that in himself, he was open, yet so private. All, all of his love was just for the two women in his life: Eliza and Y/N. His daughter and his wife.

His family.

His dreams had come true, his truest, deepest and realest dream was now his reality. A family to come home to, a wife that had his back and would stick through thick and thin and a daughter that he would do anything for. He didn’t like to navigate too much into that thought, because the mere idea of having to go to the inhuman levels of brutality to just be sure that her future would be promised, gave him goosebumps and a sense of anxiety. Not because he didn’t want to do those things, but because he wanted Eliza to grow up away from that life. Away from what he once was. What he told himself he wasn’t anymore.

But, was he ever something before her? He could barely remember who he was before her. A man whose heart only had a beat to keep him alive, and now that same heart was full with love, pride and so many other emotions that made Michael realize he wasn’t alive before.

Whoever the person before him was, he was long gone. The feeling of the sticky and warm blood dripping from his hands was now even barely there, since it was replaced by that first feeling of hugging his daughter. So small, so soft, so light and ever so fragile. If there’s anything more precious than his memory of holding her for the first time… he didn’t want to know.

“Tomorrow is our anniversary, you can write some vows if you want. You know I love it when you just tell me over and over again how amazing I am.” Michael laughed a bit louder than he would have wanted, and Liz mumbled something from her crib. They both froze in their place. “If you wake her up, Michael Gray, you’re taking over. I’m too tired.”

He was tired, too. He was a working man and one of the few men in the city that actually did something in the house. But he would put through the baby fuzz if that meant spending one or two more hours with her.

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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On My Mind (Part 7)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Just a short chapter. Getting back into writing for Peaky Blinders.

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Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

YN's POV:

"Well, well, well, will you look at that." Finn and I stepped back from one another, and there at the entrance to the bedroom, stood Tommy and Arthur.

They both had a blank expression on their faces and I could feel my palms getting sweaty with how intense their gazes were.

I was hoping that I wouldn't be seeing them for atleast a few more days, but here they are, and they both look as intimidating as ever.

"Hello Tommy. Hello Arthur." I said, hoping I sound confident.

"Hello YN, long time no see." Tommy said to me. I gave him a thin smile, not wanting to say or do anything that can set these two men off.

The air was tense and Arthur was just looking at me, hardly blinking. When I heard the news about John, I knew Arthur would of taken it the hardest.

Underneath that tough exterior is a man who does have a good heart and cares very much for his family.

"We should get downstairs, dinner will be ready soon and we know how Pol is about us being late." Finn said, trying to break the tension.

Arthur just mumbled something but shut up once Tommy turned his gaze to him. Arthur turned and stomped his way down the stairs to the direction of what I assume is the dining room.

Now it was Tommy, Finn and I. Tommy took one step into the room and his hands were in his pant pockets.

"Finn, I would like a word with YN."

"But Tom,"

"I will not hurt her. Now leave Finn."

I wanted to grip Finn's hand to keep him from walking, but he just squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I will be just outside this door Tommy." He said to his older brother.

"I know Finn."

With one last look at me, the door was closed and it is now just Tommy and I, just staring at one another.

"You can relax YN. I am not going to hurt you." I couldn't relax though. Not when I am alone in the room with Tommy Shelby.

A man who I have known most of my life and who I once considered a brother to me, but that was before the war between our families.

"When Finn told me he bought a ticket for you to come back here, I will confess that I was angry. He went behind the family's back to bring a Changretta back here."

I didn't say a word. I have no idea where he is going with this.

"We didn't talk for days, so much so that Pol got involved. He threatened to leave us behind to spend his life with you." I didn't know that part.

"Ada and Pol sat Arthur and I down to talk to us about you."

"And?" I asked quietly.

"They had to remind us that you are not your family. That you had nothing to do with any of this. I do not blame you for Grace or John's deaths YN."

A huge wave or relief came over my body.

"Tommy, may I say one thing?" I asked him as he turned towards the door. He turned to look back at me.

"Of course YN, this is your house after all."

I took a deep breath. "I am sorry for what my family did to yours. Grace, was a wonderful woman who welcomed me in with open arms and John...when I heard about John, I cried myself to sleep. I begged my Uncle not do this."

"I can imagine you did, but he did what he thought was right to avenge his Father and Brother. If I could take back one thing about about that night when we took your Grandfather, was that I shouldn't have had my men hunt you and your Grandmother down."

"Tommy, you were angry and upset and what's done is done. We can not change the past."

A rare smile came over his hard features. "You have gotten smarter since I last saw you YN Changretta." He opened the door and clapped Finn on the shoulder as he walked past.

Finn had a worried expression on his face and I smiled at him, to let him know that things were okay.

I could hear Pol calling for us to come down to dinner, just like old times.

Ada and Pol hugged me once they saw me. I was introduced to Linda. She seemed okay. Very religious it seems, and not at all who I thought Arthur Shelby would of married.

There was one person I was not expecting to see and that was Lizzie Stark. She has married Tommy and he seems to be happy with her.

Now Arthur through out the meal refused to make eye contact with me. I tried to speak to him, but he just wasn't having it.

Even Pol and Tommy were trying, but no one was getting through to him. He just stayed quiet and ate his meal.

Finn had a massive smile on his face the whole time. His arm was over the back of my chair and he would lean down to whisper in my ear throughout the evening.

Finn stood up at the end of the meal. The whole room went quiet and I was more shocked that the Shelby family actually knew how to be quiet.

"Thank you for all coming tonight to be here for me and YN." The family raised their glasses to me expect for Arthur of course.

"But I am not up here just saying thank you. I want to ask YN something very important and I hope she will say yes."

Finn placed his glass on the table, with out ever taking his eyes off of me.

"I know this is all very sudden, but YN with you being out of my life for so long, I knew I couldn't spend another moment without you by my side."

Finn is now on one knee and he has reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a very familiar ring.

"Will you marry me YN?" I answered with no hesitation.

"Yes Finn." He slipped on the ring and family clapped and cheered for us, except for one.

Arthur slammed his hand on the table and slowly stood up. He was looking right at the ring that is now on my finger.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low tone.

"Yes Arthur." Finn said.

"You gave her our Mother's ring." The air was thick with tension once more.

"Enough Arthur." Tommy said as he lit a cigarette.

"Arthur sweetheart, have a seat." His wife said, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, I will not. I have no idea how any of you are okay with our traitor of a brother bringing the likes of her into this family."

"Calm down at once Arthur." Pol said.

"I will not. He stole that ring from us. It was in the safe at the Shop."

"Finn did not steal it. I gave it to him." Ada said. Arthur's glared turned his sister, who didn't even looked fazed.

"You what?"

"I gave it to him. It was left to me and I wanted to keep it in the family. So when he was talking about going shopping for one, I talked to Tommy about it and he also agreed."

"The lot of you have lost your whole damn mind! She probably has people on the way here as we speak."

"I don't Arthur. I came alone."

"Shut up." He snarled.

"Do not tell her to shut up Arthur." Finn said as he stood to his full height.

"I think we should go." Linda said as she stood next to her husband.

"I believe that would be best." Finn said. I stood next to him as we watched them leave.

Well, this went better than what I imagined actually. No one hurt or dead.

Part 6 ♤ Part 8 coming soon

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ideas-and-shit · 2 years

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ok wait here's another idea lol: so how about being the peaky blinders character's fave author?

imagine being ada, finn, and tommy's fave author

you being one of the first authors finn has ever read from, he heavily related to a lot of your main characters, he's shipped a lot of characters too (whatever shipping was called back then) and also tried to make fan work/writing (aka fanfiction) but stopped cus he thought his writing was crap.

he started reading your stories when he was like 13 and coincidentally, those were the first few works you published, and you only started writing short stories that centered around your fictional universe. he was obsessed, he just couldn't get enough of your characters😭 everytime you would have something published he would go to the store and ask for money to buy them immediately. he really admired you; and you were basically polly's hero (in terms of gratefulness). she noticed how finn suddenly took an interest in books, language, grammar, all that (lol he was trying to get good at writing so he could make fan work and finally do your stories some justice, im talking about his teenage years btw, like 13-16) and she was curious in what sparked this sudden interest, maybe he was trying to impress a girl or something? she talked to him, and Finn talked about these stories he was reading and how he had been wanting to create stories of his own recently. polly was in a good mood for the rest of the week. she thanked whoever was up there for leading finn to this author he was talking about. when people would notice, she would just shrug and give a smile. finally, finn had someone else to admire other than his big brothers. finally, finn had somehing else he wanted to do with his life other than join the peaky blinders.

currently he's not as into the idea as he was when he was younger but he was still into your works.

idk about this au, cus it isnt exactly a romantic finn x reader? but it is a finn x reader in terms of like, pairing yk? mentor x student found family type stories. i also dont know how finn would turn out in this au, whether he'd turn out to be an author just like y/n or lose interest in writing or something cus i just thought of a plotline for this au

--- what if finn loses interest in writing over the years and also stops keeping up with y/n's stories. the same thing happens to y/n, and although at one point, their stories were popular, only a few ppl only read their stories. y/n uses writing as their fulltime job and so writing wasnt enough to support them anymore. they had to get another job and stop publishing.

one day, finn sees a book by his once favorite author being read by a kid (13 years old, like the age he was when he started reading) and he asks the kid where they bought the book. he thought it would be good to check out the author again, just for nostalgia's sake yk? but the kid says it was the last one sold in bookstores, cus the author retired --- thats all i have for it😭

anyway this is kinda getting long ill just link ada and tommy's ver. here

edit: ALSO ALSO LOOK WHAT I FOUND ON TWT LMAOO

imagine finn stealing money, only to use it to buy y/n's new published books💀💀

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Brotherly

Pairings: Shelby Brothers x reader

Warnings: based on season 5, no canon events, there's no violence in this only bc idk how to write that properly

Request: I would love something with Finn and his brothers like Finn gets hurt and they all get protective ( John still alive ) thank you xx

A/N: ahhh first time writing Peaky Blinders!! this is around 1.4k words

We weren’t doing anything, just leaned up against a brick wall talking it up. Just Finn, Isaiah, and I. Normal things that we do when we’re not doing shit for Tommy.

That’s when it hit. Brick flying everywhere, dust sticking to our hair and skin. Ours ears ringing. The bright cloudy sky immediately turning dark as my body collapsed.

I look up from the ground where I laid, the building we were leaning against was blown up. My lungs burned as I got up to my hands and knees, my body tingling. I blinked my eyes up at the bright sky.

“Get up! Get up!” I heard muffled.

“Get up!” Isaiah yelled as he pulled me up by my arms, dragging me to the other side of the road.

He sat me down on the floor, holding my shoulders trying to see if I was injured.

"Does anything hurt?" he asked, but my ears were still ringing.

Isaiah did a quick scan of my body, checking my back, my arms, my legs, and more. My mind was running 1000 miles per second, until it wasn't. I had quickly snapped out of it as I was replaying the scene in my mind.

“Where’s Finn?” I was able to say with a coarse throat.

“I-I don’t know.” he looked back at the scene trying to scan the area.

“Did you look for him, Isaiah?” I look up at his face, seeing that he was also covered in stone. He has a gash on his forehead and chin, bleeding down his neck.

“Shit, you’re hurt.” I stood up from the ground, starting to assess his injuries.

“It’s just cuts.” He lowered my hands away from his face. “I don’t know where Finn is.”

Concern was flowing out of him through his tense shoulders and watery eyes.

“Fuck. Okay, go to Tommy. Come back.” I moved past him to look through the rubble as he ran to get Tommy.

“Finn!” I yelled out, standing at the edge of the broken bricks.

I scan the area to see if I can see him. Nothing. Nothing but bricks and wood.

I began to think that he’s dead, wondering what the fuck i’m going to tell the Shelby’s. Started to think about the hell that will be raised if Finn is not found alive.

“There’s a body here!” a elder lady yelled frantically, her weak hands trembled as she began to pull away bricks.

I quickly ran towards her and began pulling the bricks off, revealing a unconscious Finn. His body limp as I couldn’t tell if his chest rose and fell.

“Water! I need water and a towel!”

The lady immediately ran into her home to grab the things I need: water, towels, and vodka. I didn’t even have to ask.

The other civilians watching from afar, gossiping and pointing.

"What the fuck are you all looking at? None of you fucking helped!" I screamed out as I was revealing more and more of his body with each brick taken away.

She handed me the water and towel. I poured the water over him to clean his face, not wanting him to inhale more dust.

I noticed a deep cut on the side of his head, which can even mean brain damage. At this point, I won’t know until he wakes up.

“Where the fuck is he?” I heard a familiar voice yell out into the streets.

“Tommy!” I yelled over my shoulder as I continued to clean up his younger brother.

Tommy, Arthur, and John jogged up towards me with Isaiah following behind.

“Everyone back to your homes!” Arthur advised, everyone obeying quickly.

The streets were quiet with the civilians watching through their windows.

“Fuck, Finn.” Tommy crouched down near me as he rubbed his own face.

"What happened?" Tommy's nose flared.

“I- I don’t know what happened. We didn't do anything." My hands were shaking as I was tending to his younger brother.

Tommy's face was emotionless, it sent more chills around my body. I didn't know what he was thinking about, what he was going to do.

"W- We were just talking a-and then I woke up on the street. Right Isaiah?” I looked up at him as he shared the same hectic look as me.

“You two are fine. Make sure Finn is too.” John spoke up as the two older brothers began to assess the scene.

“Okay, I have to pour Vodka to prevent the wounds from contracting infection.” my face winced at the thought of the feeling.

Isaiah held Finn’s shoulders as I began to pour the alcohol onto the large gash on his head.

A loud and excruciating scream ripped out of Finn’s throat. His body jumping off the ground, legs flying up in the air but thankfully Isaiah held him down.

The brothers quickly ran over from the sound of the scream. Tommy’s face showed how he wanted to calculate and execute this as safely as possible.

“Take him to your house.” Tommy ordered.

“My house?” I yelled out in confusion.

“Your house. Let’s go!” The two other brothers carried Finn to the back of their car with me tending to him while Tommy ordered Isaiah and the others.

The drive was fast, soon enough we were rushing into my family’s kitchen and swiping cups off of our dining table.

“What in God’s name?” my mother yelled as she ran down the stairs from all the ruckus.

“Finn is hurt.” I reassured her.

She immediately grabbed her medical bag from the counter, opening it up to reveal all her tools.

Finn was groaning on the table as she examined his cuts, the adrenaline getting to him.

His eyes blown wide and shaky, his hands trembling.

“You’re in good hands.” I cooed as I cleaned his wounds better for my mother.

“Who did this?” Tommy asked as he leaned against the counter, smoking.

“I don’t know, but I think you guys do.” I looked at him as I crossed my arms.

He silently nodded his head, knowing who he’s pissed off recently.

"The fucking Billy Boys." Arthur mumbled.

"We'll get them for you Finn!" John yelled with a cheer and a smile. "We'll fucking get them!"

Arthur and John is already following behind Tommy as he stormed back into their car, handgun and steering wheel both gripped in his hand.

I didn't know where they were going, but I knew that at least one man was going to die. God knows that it wasn't any of the Shelby boys. Polly made sure God was on her side.

Finn seemed like he was going into shock with the way his jaw clenched and his eyes shaky. I'm holding him down as my mother picks away debris from the open flesh on his head.

"Are you hurt?" My mother whispered as she kept a steady hand.

"I don't think so." I said but got a stern look from her. "No. No, I'm not hurt."

She quickly nodded and went back to tending to Finn.

"You shouldn't h- you shouldn't have been there." Finn was able to speak out through his clenched teeth.

"I'm a Peaky Blinder." I shook my head side to side as I threaded the needle for my mother.

She scoffed from the side. We all knew that's how my father died, being a Blinder. She didn't want me to follow behind him.

"This is going to hurt." she told Finn as she waved the needle in front of his eyes.

I grabbed a kitchen rag and stuffed it between his jaws, hooping that it will muffle his screams.

My mom and I nodded to each other as I held Finns arms down.

The sharp metal pierced his skin over and over, his groans and screams barely muffled by the piece of cloth I lended.

It was quickly over. We splashed some vodka on it and even gave the bottle to Finn so he can nurse it. We bandaged him up and check for any other injuries on him.

Finn rested on the couch, his body tired from the amount of adrenaline that rushed through him.

While my mother and I was cleaning up, the Shelby brothers strutted through our front door.

There the three were, covered in blood but none of them hurt. It truly was a miracle every time.

"He's all patched up." My mother spoke up, eyeing the floor and her furniture to see if they've made any stains.

"Thank you." Tommy reached into his pocket, taking out a large wad of cash and handing it to me.

"Oh no, I cannot accept." I pushed his hand away.

"You put Finn first even when you were in the accident too." he held out the money again.

"For God's sake." My mother walked her way over in front of me. "I accept."

She took the money with a smile and went back to cleaning.

"What'd you all do?" Finn groaned out as he slowly walked from the living room to the kitchen where we all stood.

"Left a little message for Jimmy McCavern." Arthur chuckled out as he held out a bullet to Finn.

Finn was too weak to grab it, so he nodded for me to get it for him. I spun the bullet in my palm, examining each and every crevice.

"McCavern." I whispered out as my thumb slid over the engraving.

"Do I get the shot?" Finns eyes shot up to Tommy.

Tommy silently nodded with the side of his mouth slightly curled up.

"You get to shoot him in between his fucking eyes." John said nonchalantly.

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