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chaosinkest1996 · 7 months

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First Kiss

Summary: This is one of Lilith Rose Shelby's firsts. One of her childhood/Teenage experiences/adventures. A boy from school wants to take Lilith to the picture house, but she's not sure if she wants to go with him....because she likes someone else.

The character of Scarlet Shelby belongs to @zablife.

TW: Underage. Kissing. Violence.

The year was 1915.

It was quieter these days as Lilith walked home from school. The men had gone to war a year ago and as such the women had taken on their roles as breadwinners. The streets were quieter and that only made the noise, when it did come, seem louder. It was warm. One of the warmest summers she’d ever experienced. Her cotton shirt clung to her skin annoyingly and beads of sweat gathered at her temples. She’d grown a lot this last year. At fourteen her figure was slowly shedding its childishness and becoming more womanly. Her hair, now shoulder length shone black like a raven’s feathers in the golden sunlight. She must have been the only person in small heath who seemed at ease. She was happy…and that made most people uncomfortable. There was a war on. Surely she should be worried. Her sunny disposition, however, had engaged the attention of a boy at school. George Kimber was only a year older than Lilith. He was handsome…or so the other girls at school said as much. Lilith wasn’t bothered. At least, not at first. Up until George, she’d only ever looked at girls. She used to stare at Esme Lee a lot, fascinated by her. One day the gypsy girl caught her looking and Lilith blushed before stalking ahead of her and pretending it hadn’t happened. After that Lilith became more guarded with who she looked at and who she acknowledged. She kept herself to herself. which was why Lilith was taken aback when George Kimber swaggered up to her in the schoolyard that very afternoon and asked her if she would go on a date with him to the picture house. Ever confident, like his father, he’d taken her startled expression and silence as a ‘yes’, smiling and winking at her before returning to his school friends. And now here she was on the way home from school, questioning whether or not she actually wanted to go.

Rounding the corner and onto Watery Lane Lilith smiled when she saw Finn and Ada stood at the door waiting for her. Finn squealed when he saw his sister and ran towards her. Lilith laughed at his fast waddle and wrapped her arms around him when he barrelled into her boyishly. He almost winded her.

“Careful Finn!” Ada called. “You’ll knock her over one of these days.” Finn smiled toothily up at his sister mischievously as she ruffled his hair. She had a sneaky suspicion that that was the game. The two siblings walked the rest of the way hand in hand. Ada smiled and ushered them inside. With Scarlet away at war, she had only her eldest sister for company

“Good day at school?” She asked.

“Not sure, really.”

“What happened? No one’s been bullying you again I hope.” Ada frowned as she led them into the kitchen and closed the doors to what had once been the betting shop.

“A boy asked me to go out with him.”

“Oooh!” Ada gasped, delighted. “What boy? What’s his name?”

“George Kimber.” Lilith dropped her bag on the kitchen table, rifling through it for her homework. Ada’s face fell.

“Billy Kimber’s boy?”

“One in the same.”

“What did you say?” Ada asked nervously.

“That’s the problem.” Lilith sighed as she slumped into the kitchen chair. “I didn’t.”

“You didn’t what?”

“Say anything.”

“Pardon?” Ada tucked her hair behind her ear and crossed her arms.

“It all took me by surprise. I was just reading in the school yard and he ran up to me, asked me to go out with him. I was so stunned and…. confused.” Lilith pored herself a glass of water.

“Confused?”

“Yes. I’ve never really noticed him before. I mean, I have noticed him. I know who he is. I’ve just never looked at him the way most of the other girls have looked at him.” She took a sip. “So I didn’t say anything…or rather I didn’t have much time to think about it before he took my lack of an answer for a ‘yes’ and walked off.”

“Bloody typical. He sounds a little entitled. Well, like father like son, I suppose.” Ada scoffed. “You know; Billy Kimber hasn’t even gone to the front. Fucking coward.” Lilith ignored that line. She knew it must have been bad that Billy Kimber had somehow wormed his way away from being conscripted to the front…but secretly she was jealous of George. She wanted Tommy home.

Why did Billy Kimber get to stay if Tommy had to go? Selfish bastard.

Lilith swallowed her resentment and looked at Ada pleadingly.

“Now I don’t know what to do.” Ada took the seat beside her sister.

“Would you like to go out with him?” Lilith leaned back and thought about it for a few moments. All the other girls at school liked him and said he was handsome…. or as handsome as a boy could be at the age of fifteen. But Lilith herself didn’t exactly think he was an oil painting. He was obnoxious as well, over confident and bullish towards their peers.

“No.” She decided. “But I suppose I’ll have to.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” Lilith considered the prospect of turning him down tomorrow at school and cringed. No, that would be horrific. He’d be humiliated, everyone would talk about it. Lilith did not want to be held responsible for making her family enemies with the Kimber’s.

“I know. But I don’t want to hurt him. I’ll pay him the respect of pretending to consider him as a potential suitor.” Lilith joked. “And I’ll let him down at gently after a nice evening. Besides, who knows. We might even make friends.” Ada didn’t look too convinced.

“Lilith, sometimes you can be too nice. You don’t have to-.”

“I know.” Lilith snapped. “But I’ve made up my mind.” She took out her workbook and began to ignore her sister. “You can go now, Ada.” Lilith didn’t like the description Ada had given her. Nice? When the fuck had she ever been described as nice? Nice was a word used to describe the mousy, shy girl at the end of the street. Nice was a word used to describe a dinner cooked well enough by someone who had cooked it a thousand times over. Nice was a word used to describe a cottage in the boredom of the English countryside. Nice was not a word used to describe Lilith Rose Shelby.

Ada scowled at her sister’s dismissal, grabbed a magazine and stalked out of the room.

*****

Polly was downstairs pacing. She had not been best pleased when the two sisters had informed her of Lilith’s impending date. It certainly didn’t help that the potential target was a Kimber. Tommy would be livid. Lilith could relate to her aunt’s anger. Of course it would be different if the men were not at war. Tommy and Arthur would for sure have put a stop to it and John would have threatened the ginger haired lout to within an inch of his life.

“You’re not going out with that boy!”

“I think you’ll find that I am.”

“You don’t even want to go.”

“That’s beside the point.”

“Seriously?! You’re worried about his feelings?!”

“On the contrary. I’m doing this for-?”

“For what?!”

“Us!” Polly scoffed and Lilith picked up a book and threw it at her. “He’s Billy fucking Kimber’s boy!”

“Language!” snapped Ada.

“Don’t be a hypocrite Ada.” Polly snarked at her.

“If I humiliated him then I’d have made us a target for Kimber in the future. There’s no one here to defend us.” Polly had grumbled but reluctantly agreed and now Lilith stood in front of the looking glass as Ada finished pinning her hair. Polly had altered one of her mother’s red dresses for her to wear. She stared at her reflection curiously. It stared back.

“You look pretty.” Ada whispered when she’d finished.

“Do I?” She asked. Is that why he’d asked her to go out with him? Because she was nice to look at. It must have been. He’d never even had a proper conversation with her. He didn’t know that she was intelligent or cunning and sly enough to kill him without anyone knowing that it was she who had done it. Her reflection smirked coldly back at her through the looking glass, onyx eyes twinkling wickedly. If he just wanted a pretty doll then that’s what he’d get…a beautiful, terrifying little doll who by the end of the evening would have scared him away from her and all women for the rest of his life. Polly caught eyes with her through the looking glass and smiled.

“There’s the Lilith I know.”

*****

He was a floppy haired idiot. It waved around his ears like some kind of spaniel as he walked with her towards the picture house. Her small gloved hand was locked tightly in the crook of his arm and she was starting to get pins and needles in her fingers. She clutched her clutch bag closer to her. She’d done all the right things. Smiled, giggled, taken all of his condescending little compliments on how pretty she looked and how lovely she looked on his arm. Either he wasn’t very bright or he just didn’t care both were bad signs. The only moment he’d conjured up a genuine smile from her was when he had presented her with a ticket for a Charlie Chaplin film. She sat beside him in the theatre, savouring her popcorn and resisting the urge to kick him in the shin as he loudly crunched on his at the speed of sound.

What a pig.

The film started and her shoulders dropped in relief when he ceased inhaling his popcorn. She was enjoying it. Charlie Chaplin was hilarious and very clever. When Thomas had taken the family to see him in London she’d thought he was fabulously entertaining. Not to mention rather handsome beneath all that stage makeup. It had been one of the last times the whole family had laughed properly. His success in the film making business pleased her. A laugh bubbled inside her before she froze. Lilith immediately became very aware of George’s arm around her shoulder. She stiffened directly when his fingertips brushed against her bare arm. An unpleasant shudder shot through her and she closed her eyes for a moment fighting every urge to flinch away. The theatre abruptly appeared to shrink and it felt like they were the only two people in the room. except they weren’t. when she peeked out of the corner of her eye, Lilith was aware that there were people everywhere. When the film finally came to an end Lilith stood quickly, turning to address George.

“If you’ll please excuse me. I need to use the facilities.” She didn’t even look at him. Her eyes darted around him, refusing to make eye contact. Her stomach churned as she turned from him and scampered off without giving him a moment to respond. She disappeared out the back of the theatre and into the ladies’ lavatory. Closing the bathroom stall she opened her eyes and took a moment to gather herself.

What is the matter with you?!

Lilith had no idea. All she could think about was the rats that scuttled across her skin when he touched her. Had it been accidental? She frowned. No. If it had been he would have surely apologised. She tried to think, to distract herself. What had happened in the last six minutes of the film? Surely he would ask her what she’d enjoyed the most about it. Alas, everything about the film had blurred when he’d touched her.

Get a grip, Shelby. The sooner you get on with this, the sooner it’ll be over.

Lilith exited the stall, marching out of the toilets with fresh determination. The floppy haired fool was waiting for her in the picture house restaurant. He smiled at her, but it didn’t look like a smile to Lilith. Instead it looked more like a sneer. He passed her a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle and she sat down in the booth opposite him. She sipped her beverage silently. She watched his lips move, alas he did not ask her what she liked about the short film. In fact, he didn’t ask her anything. Just talked at her. His lips moved, forming words ceaselessly, but she wasn’t listening. It was all just noise to her. The horrible part came when he abruptly got up and slid into the booth beside her. Lilith shifted away slightly, looking to give herself a little bit of space. George shifted with her. He leaned towards her, reaching a hand out to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. Lilith, uncomfortable with how close he was to her, sat stock still, hoping that he’d pull back. He didn’t. It was when his nose brushed against hers that she realised what he wanted. She recoiled.

Absolutely not.

Lilith’s fingers fumbled with the clasp on her clutch bag. Before George could even press his lips against Lilith’s she felt him freeze when he heard the clicking of a gun as she cocked the hammer and pressed it against his groin. He pulled back a little to look at her in disdain, his features twisting hideously in anger.

“Move away from me please.” Lilith smiled as politely as she could. Her pearly teeth on display, glistening like weapons in the lamplight. “I don’t want to kiss you.”

“No one says no to me. I’m Billy Kimber’s son.” She didn’t know why that made her laugh. But it did. It bubbled inside of her like something hot and poisonous. What was he trying to achieve? The audacity she had to both reject him and to laugh at him must have flabbergasted him because the expression of absolute shock on her face in the seconds before it twisted into something more sinister caused the laugh inside of her to bubble to the surface and she let out a vindictive little giggle.

“That attitude won’t get you anywhere, Georgie.” She laughed. “You really are an entitled little brat, aren’t you? You can’t handle it when someone says ‘no’.”

“You little gypsy slut!” He snapped at her, before lunging at her. He wrapped one strong hand around her wrist, squeezing it painfully in an attempt to get her to drop the gun. She held tight, determined not to let go. She knew this was a bad idea. Is this what he did with other girls he took out? Is this what would happen if they also rejected him? She didn’t have time to ask as he wrapped his other hand around her throat and squeezed. She spluttered and coughed, trying to wriggle away from his as fast as she could. But in spite of how lanky he was, he was very strong. It frustrated her as she grew lightheaded. She gripped the hand around her neck and dug her nails into his flesh. The boy gritted his teeth but refused to let go. She was beginning to fear that the last thing she’d ever see was his face when something incredible happened. A band of red bloomed out of nowhere, a beautiful velvet ribbon. She watched, transfixed as delicate fingers wrapped the ribbon around George’s neck and squeezed mercilessly. The boy instantly released his grip on her, his hands flying to the ribbon crushing his Adam's apple. As Lilith’s vision cleared and became less blurry, her eyes locked with Esme Lee’s. The Shelby girl blushed and sat upright, steadying herself against the table.

“Are you ok?” Esme’s sweet voice rang in her ears. Lilith nodded and Esme released George from her grip. Esme scowled down at the ginger-haired boy and snapped at him. “I think this date is over George. Go home to Daddy now and leave her alone if you know what's good for you.” stepped out of his way and Lilith nearly choked on a laugh as he bolted for the exit door. They watched him leave.

“Thank you,” Lilith murmured, looking down as she tremblingly returned her gun to her clutch bag. She looked up and found Esme staring at her. “What?”

“You’re too pretty to go out with him.”

“Oh.” Lilith licked her lips, nervous. She hadn’t been expecting the compliment. She blushed and said the first thing she could think of. “You’re pretty too.” Esme laughed and offered Lilith her hand.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here and have some real fun.” Lilith looked at her proffered hand for a moment and felt her heart flutter. The red ribbon Esme had used to strangle George was now tied around a braid in her hair. Lilith was taken aback at just how beautiful Esme really looked. She took Esme’s warm hand with her own and the Lee girl’s fingers hugged her own. The two of them ran off into the evening without looking back.

*****

Lilith laughed. She couldn’t believe her luck. She was dancing around a large bonfire, under a starry sky. Hand in hand with wilful, wild Esme Lee. Lilith couldn’t bring herself to look away from the girl before her. Esme’s hair fluttered in the breeze, the red ribbon in her hair standing out in the warmth of the firelight. Her eyes sparkled with joy and laughter. Her laugh was girlish and carefree, the tone of it caressing the inside of Lilith’s ears. Everytime Esme had spoken, Lilith had felt herself become warm and breathless. Esme’s skirt dances in the breeze, the embroidered flowers against the black fabric reaching out to Lilith in an open embrace. Their hands were clasped as they danced and sung together beneath the summer sky.

“Enjoying yourself?” Esme asked, her soft lips curling into a gentle smile as she locked eyes with Lilith. The Shelby girl nodded vigorously. This was infinitely preferable to the picture house. This was the best she’d felt in a long time. Interest nudged at her.

“How did you know I was at the picture house?” Lilith asked curiously as their dancing slowed into a sway. Esme stopped dancing and glanced over at the Vardo at the edge of the party. It looked empty. Esme tugged Lilith towards it and she followed without question. The two girls climbed inside and Esme closed the door behind them before they both settled on the rug beneath them. Lilith sat, admiring the room.

“I saw him ask you in the school yard.” Esme answered softly, hypnotically. “You didn’t look comfortable so I thought I’d check in on you.” Lilith’s heart jumped.

“Thank you.” She murmured. “You didn’t have to do that. We don’t know each other well.” She swallowed as Esme’s chocolate eyes speered her own. Her mouth was becoming dry and she really needed to drink…. something. A thought occurred to her. “Wait. You were watching me at school?” Esme chuckled and reached out to clasp Lilith’s hand in her own. Her thumb caressed over Lilith’s soft skin and the Shelby girl’s pulse jumped.

“You didn’t think George Kimber was the only person who fancied you, did you?” Esme shifted a little bit closer. “You’re a very beautiful girl, Lilith.”

“But-.”

“I thought you might have been interested in me that day I caught you staring.” Esme began to pull away, looking uncomfortable and a little bit hurt. “I’m sorry if I was mistaken.”

“No Esme.” Lilith reached for Esme’s hand again. “You weren’t mistaken. I just didn’t think you’d like my attention. You’re so, so-” She struggled to find the word, “...breath-taking.” The two girls were huddled close together now and Esme reached up to tuck a stray hair of Lilith’s behind her ear. They beamed at each other giddily.

“Can I kiss you?” Esme whispered suddenly into the space between them. Lilith shyly nodded before Esme’s soft warm lips brushed against Lilith’s and her breath hitched. Her heart pounded and she blushed, absolutely certain that the Lee girl could hear it. Lilith grew bold and kissed Esme more firmly. Esme leaned in, warm sparks tingling in both the girl’s lips and faces. They pulled back a moment later and smiled.

*****

The Lees lent Lilith a horse and she returned to small heath. She hummed happily as she slid off the white stallion and handed him over to Uncle Charlie with strict instructions to allow the horse to leave the way it had come after it had eaten. She slipped back into the house and skilfully avoided Polly and Ada’s awaiting interrogation.

“He won’t bother me again.” Lilith smiled. “I’ll explain in the morning.” She was firm, even when they pressed her for more details. It wasn’t until she was lying in bed, humming herself to sleep that she felt it. Her fingers reached up to caress Esme’s velvet ribbon tied around her throat…a promise between two young girls. She smiled as sleep carried her away. The world was wonderful again.

#Lilith Rose Shelby #Lilith Shelby #Lilith Shelby x Esme Lee #George Kimber #Esme Lee #Polly Gray #Ada Shelby #Finn Shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #scarlet shelby

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 2 months

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The New Solar Opposites Episode #8: “Inner Beauty” (by @avaveevo)

It starts with Terry, Korvo, and their friends at the bar

Terry: Hey guys! What up?!

Kevin: Shut up! It's starting!

Terry: Oh sweet!

TV Announcer: Narrator (on tv): November, 1948. Americans picked their president. Victory seemed certain for Governor Thomas E. Dewey. Dewey, Dewey, Dewey.

Terry: Dewey! Dewey! Dewey!

Korvo laughs

Darcy: Terry I'm telling you, Truman wins.

Narrator: Headlines proclaim: "Dewey Defeats Truman."

Terry: Woo-hoo! I win the bet. Who's your daddy?

Darcy: Ha. Well, I'll be!

Narrator: But the headlines are dead wrong.

Terry: *gasp* Aaw…

Narrator: Harry Truman triumphs by 2 million votes.

Korvo puts a hand on Terry's shoulder

Korvo: Cheer up honey. You did your best on that bet.

Terry: Not if I can stop that inauguration.

Darcy: I win, Terry. That means I get to choose today's activity.

Terry groans and leaves

Korvo: *sighs as he rolls his eyes but smiles* Oh Terry..

Back at home, the kids, Janiz, and Kimber are watching the football draft

Jesse: Whoa! Look at this football match!

Sonya: Yumyulack, remember when I was crying at recess?

Yumyulack: Yeah?

Sonya: Do you want to hear why or just continue watching football?

Yumyulack: Hey, it's okay. I wanna hear why...

Sonya decided to tell them why.

Sonya: Oh the Stacies insulted me about my looks today:

Janiz: Aw, we’re sorry honey.

Sonya: Aaw that’s okay. I’m just worried they might do the same to you too Jesse.

Jesse: What?! What would make a popular girl lose interest like that?

Sonya: What I do now I do as your dearest little sister. *points at Jesse’s breast* Look at this flab. Look at it.

Jesse: Oh my God. Is that me?!

Sonya: Most assuredly, yes.

Jesse: Faced with a problem like this, I wonder, what would Oprah do?

Yumyulack looks at Jesse in silence

Yumyulack: Uh, what do you meant by that?

Later, at an implant surgery office, Human Jesse checks in with a doctor.

Human Jesse: Uh, I need some liposuction. Just enough to make me attractive.

Human Yumyulack: WHAT?!

Doctor: Hmm? Well how about one 10 minute suck and tuck

Human Jesse: Nah. I something stronger.

Doctor: Okay. Come with me.

Back with Korvo and Terry

Korvo: I wonder where the kids are.

Terry: Huh. I don't know.

Korvo: Uh Janiz, Kimber, where are the kids?

Janiz: They went to get surgery for some reason.

Korvo: Wait. What?

The kids arrive home and Korvo exclaims in horror when he sees Jesse's face

Korvo: Oh my… goodness.

Terry: *gasp* Oh my God! My baby!

Jesse: *offscreen* So, what do you guys think?

Korvo: What. Happened. To. Your. Face?

Jesse: Oh plastic surgery. Why?

Korvo faints. Later at night, Terry puts Lili in her crib

Korvo: It looks more… wow…

Terry: Nighty night Lili.

Lili coos. Korvo is sitting in bed, still shocked

Korvo: Holy cow. I had no idea our daughter would go this far.

Terry: Calm down, babe. I'm sure there's a good reason.

Korvo: Mmm yeah… but still. I don’t think this plastic surgery might be a great idea.

Terry: Yeah, I see what you mean. Hopefully this doesn’t go too far.

The next day

Korvo: Alright, everyone. Who wants- *looks at Jesse's face* OH MY DEAR LORD!

Jesse: What? Is everything okay?

Korvo: Yes! Your-

Terry covers Korvo's mouth

Jesse: Oh right. My face. I know, it looks so gorgeous.

Terry: Face looks amazing.

Jesse: Aw, thank you.

Jesse leaves as Korvo and Terry began to grow nervous about this. At school, the students are shocked at Jesse's new face

Ally: Whoa.

The popular gasp at the lunch table and grows amazed by Human Jesse’s face.

Jackie: What is up with her face?

Stacy K: Ha, ha. We want sit with you at our lunch table. Right this way.

Human Jesse: *gasps* Okay!

Back at home, Korvo and Terry are having sex but Terry notices that Korvo is paying attention

Terry: Still worried about Jesse?

Korvo: Yeah. But I still wanna continue...

Terry: *smiles seductively* Of course my beautiful blue shimmering stud!

The two alien husbands then resume having sex as Korvo dominates Terry. Back at school, Yumyulack and Sonya are spying on Jesse

Sonya: Okay Yummybear. Let’s make sure Jesse doesn’t go too far.

Yumyulack: Got it.

Later at home, Jesse comes home with her face looking more different

Jesse: Hey guys! Get a load of me!

Terry looks up and gasps

Terry: Oh my goodness my poor baby.

Jesse: What?

Terry: Uh I mean…. You look great.

Korvo: Yeah… definitely…. nothing to worry about…

Terry and Korvo starts gooblering.

Jesse: Are you okay?

Terry and Korvo: Yep. Definitely. Nothing to worry about. You look very pretty sweetie. Later at night, Terry tries to seduce Korvo.

Terry: Oh Korvy… you want a slap on that lovely thicc ass of yours?

Korvo: *snapping at Terry* Ugh! Not tonight!

Terry: Sorry.

Korvo sighs

Korvo: I’m sorry. I’m just worried about Jesse. I’m worried she’s taking this whole new look too far.

Terry: I know you are. Look, why don't we just get some rest?

Korvo: Okay.

The two husbands fall asleep as they snuggle with each other. Then, Terry sighs lovingly in his sleep as he feels Korvo’s warmth. So does Korvo. Jesse, who was listening to them, looks down sadly as “Say Something” by A Great Big World plays

Jesse: Oh no… I think I may have taken this whole thing too far…

Jesse goes to see the doctor

Jesse: Doctor, I would like for my face to be back to normal. I’ve took things too far and I ended up hurting the people I love.

Doctor: Okay, if that is your choice, then we shall turn your face back to normal.

The next day, Korvo is asleep but then hears Terry sobbing

Korvo: Terry, are you okay?

Terry turns to Korvo while sniffling.

Terry: *tearfully* Korvy… I’m really worried about my baby… I’m worried that she took things too far. I’m really scared.

Korvo: *gasp* Oh Terry.. come here.

Terry sobs into Korvo's arms

Jesse: *offscreen* Korvo? Terry?

Korvo: *gasp* Jesse?

Jesse's face is back to normal

Jesse: *sing-songy* I’m back!

Terry runs up to Jesse and hugs her

Terry: Oh babygirl! It’s you! There’s my sweet and wonderful daughter!

Korvo: How?

Jesse: I went to the doctors and told him to turn my face back to normal. *looks sad* I’m really sorry I took things too far. I finally feel like me again.

Terry: Oh Jesse-bear!

Terry hugs his daughter as Jesse smiles. Korvo then joins in on the hug along with Yumyulack, Pupa, Sonya, Kimber, Janiz and Lili.

Lili: *babbles as she reaches out to Jesse*

Jesse giggles

Jesse: Hey Lili. I am so happy to be back too.

Later that night, Korvo and Terry were having sex.

Terry: Oh! Fuck yes! *slaps Korvo's ass*

Korvo: Oh yes! Terry! Oh *moans lovingly* You bad dirty alien!

Terry: Oh! Do it as we cut away you beautiful blue shimmering stud!

Korvo: FUCK FUCK FUCK! I'M GONNA-

The two husbands cum in ecstasy as they collapse on their bed lovingly and kiss while moaning lovingly.

The End

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #the new solar opposites #tervo #kimber solar opposites #janiz solar opposites #sonya solar opposites #lili solar opposites #jesse solar opposites #mary mack #dan stevens #thomas middleditch #sean giambrone #sagan mcmahan #peyton list #emma watson #cassandra lee morris

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wweincorrectquotes · 2 years

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Wes: Look, Nash, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

#he was married to kimber lee he’s gonna have a little cry #nash carter #wes lee #msk

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claymorexpunisher · 1 year

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Max standing up for Zachary Wentz. You LOVE to see it. 😌

#fuck kimber lee #zachary wentz #nash carter #maxwell jacob friedman #mjf

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xgoddessoffandomsx · 2 years

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Aww their wedding day 🥰💚💜

#kimber who? ;)#the razcals #msk #zachary wentz #wes lee #trey miguel

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shadowworldwanderers · 2 years

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A Cult Of Love - Rhiannon’s Angels

Rhiannon’s Angels. The name comes easily, Rhiannon is protective, aggressive about it and she smiles at the sight of her lovers. Cara and Kat sleep curled into one another, Marisol tends gently to a nervous but not yet completely hysterical Kimber and she is home. Kimber scurries into her arms when called, Marisol smiling as she curls around the girl, kissing Rhiannon softly. This is home, this is safety, this is love. So much love. Rhiannon had known she was a risk, a risk her girls took for her, but she was also a home for these girls. Her Angels.

#rhiannon's angels #rhiannon ellis #kat trellis #cara sutton #kimber bell #marisol lees #shadow world #original creations

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all-mirth-no-matter · 2 months

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Time After Time | Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader, Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Summary: You and Tommy head to the races.

Warning: language, assault (again, nothing explicit just not fun), death, ethnic slur

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Chapter 15: Left Hand Free

Well, your left hand’s free, and your right’s in grip, with another left hand, watch his right hand slip towards his gun. Oh, no. – Left Hand Free, alt-J

What you knew about horse racing could be counted on exactly one hand. You knew there were horses. That their riders were jockeys. That rich people owned and trained the horses. That the fastest horse won. And that most of the horses had really weird names.

That was it.

You’d never been to a race. Hell, you weren’t even sure you’d even seen a real race on tv outside of movies or shows.

The drive to the racetrack wasn’t long. You knew you were still in Birmingham, but that was the extent of your whereabouts. You pretty much stuck to Tommy’s side as the two of you entered the track, your eyes taking in all of your surroundings.

“So,” you’d started as you made your way inside, “this is a Kimber track, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, looking around slightly at the people around you.

“And you said someone was giving him trouble?” you asked, this time a little softer.

“Aye, the Lees,” he replied, more comfortable with your volume level. “They run Kimbers chalkers.”

Your brow creased, “And that means?”

“The men taking the bets. They gang up on them in the rouse of selling them chalk. Steal their money and leave them with a stick.”

You hummed in understanding. Before you could ask any more, he distracted you by leading you through a side door and approached a man. He shook his hand and gave you both a tight nod as he opened the gate and let you through. Your feet met a floor of gravel and hay, and you realized you must be down in the stables. A row of stalls lined with horses caught your eye.

“What do you think?”

You turned back toward Tommy, brow knitted confused at his question. “Of the horses? They’re beautiful,” you replied.

He looked down with an amused huff, the action reminding you of the black horse in front of you. “Yes, they are. But which do you think will win?”

You nearly scoffed, “Pff, how should I know?”

“Take your time.”

You rose your brow, but he nodded toward the line up, the smirk on his face not yet convincing you that he was serious. But you took his challenge, starting from the end closest to you and moving slowly down the lineup.

At first glance, they all looked the same to you aside from the color of their coats. They were big, intimidating creatures. But as you took a closer look, you began to see some differences. You began to weigh the pros and cons of size and muscle mass, whether that would make them faster or weigh them down. If taller horses could go farther distances than those with shorter legs. Soon you were even wondering if their hair ever got in their faces while they raced, and if that would eventually cause a problem.

And yet still, you had absolutely no idea.

When you reached the black horse again, he pushed his head over the railing and huffed, stomping his foot. You chuckled, reaching out to give him a pet.

“I don’t know, Tommy. Does it even matter?”

Tommy, who’d been watching you quietly at the end of the line, furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, running your hands along the horse’s hair. “Aren’t all the races rigged?”

He breathed out another amused scoff. “Not all of ‘em, love.”

“That’s not fair, is it?” You asked the horse in the same voice you used on dogs. As if understanding you, the horse shook his head. “See, he agrees.”

“These horses are up for sale. One of the dealers owes me, so he’s given me early access to take one off the lot.” He walked a few stalls down until he stood in front of a speckled beast, one on the larger end of the spectrum. “I was considering this one. He comes from good breeding and has a good chance to rank.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, looking up at your horse. He blinked at you and leaned his head against your shoulder, causing you to stumble a little and laugh. “I like this one. He’s got a little attitude.”

Tommy made his way back to you, his hands in his pockets as he reexamined your horse. “Attitude doesn’t make for good competitors. We want a winner.”

“Well, you’ve got attitude,” you teased while keeping your focus on the horse.

“And what does that mean?” He asked, turning all his attention now on you.

As you met his eyes, you could tell his cheeks were fighting off the smile that his eyes conveyed as he peered down at you. The sight of it made you smirk as you turned your body toward him. “Are you planning to lose?”

You watched those pale blues move between each of your eyes before dropping to your lips. “Not today.”

You pulled your lip between your teeth before you replied with, “Neither will he.”

“Hmm,” the battle against his cheek muscles finally lost as he matched your smirk with one of his own, looking back finally toward the horse. “Well, he won’t be racing today, anyhow. None of these horses here will. They’re just prepping for the auction.” Tommy clicked his tongue and the horse turned his attention toward him. He reached out and pet him, “You are a beautiful beast.”

You smiled as you watched him press his forehead against the horse’s, his voice low as he talked kindly to him.

“How about a bet?” He asked, this time to you. “We go upstairs and watch the races. We each place a bet. If your horse wins, I’ll buy this boy here. If yours doesn’t win, I’ll buy my first choice.”

“So it’s me against everyone else? That hardly seems fair,” you said with a chuckle before pausing. “Hold on, you said we both place a bet. What if your horse does win?”

Tommy rose a challenging brow, “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Again, not fair,” you pressed.

“That’s the weight of gambling, love. You want the horse?” He nodded to the black horse who was nudging you for attention again. “That’s the cost of your faith.”

“Should we do it?” You asked the horse, giving it your most serious face. He neighed playfully, causing you to giggle. “I may not know a thing about horses, but I know a keeper when I see one. Deal.”

You shook Tommy’s hand, very reminiscent of that first night in the Garrison when you played your first game. He smiled as he squeezed your hand, telling you to say goodbye to the beast before pulling you back toward the crowds of people.

——

Tommy’s horse won.

“You knew,” you demanded, nudging a laughing Tommy as he led you down the corridor with the rest of the drone of people. “I’m never gambling again.”

“I did say I wasn’t going to lose today, didn’t I?” He countered.

You rolled your eyes and he chuckled again, leading you to the bar and grabbing two champagne flutes.

“Maybe that’s what you should do,�� you quipped, taking a sip of your drink, “fix races.”

“Now, now — that would be illegal.”

You chuckled, the drink calming you slightly as the room began to fill with dancing. Ever since you and Tommy left the stables and joined the rest of the crowd, you’d begun to feel uneasy.

At first you thought it was the crowd itself. Even in your own time, you hadn’t been the biggest fan of high-traffic places. The chaos of it all caused you anxiety, especially when it was a place you weren’t familiar with. And while this place wasn’t anything like some concerts or sporting events you’d attended, it was still a whole group of strangers who knew what they were doing far better than you did.

On top of that, you felt yourself revert slightly back to how you felt when you first arrived at Small Heath. Like everyone could tell you didn’t belong, that you were different. You could feel yourself trying to hide, much like you had in the first few months of being here.

Though this time, you had Tommy.

That reassurance for some reason made you feel a little more comfortable. And yet, here again, as you stood on the outskirts of the dance floor, an anxious chill ran down your spine.

“Remember what I taught you?”

Tommy’s question pulled you back to yourself. You met his eyes, sparkling uncharacteristically as he gestured toward the dance floor, offering his hand to you.

You smiled, forgetting your uneasiness for a moment and letting him pull you. This time, when he wrapped his arm around you, you didn’t take your eyes away from his as he took the lead. And surprisingly, you did remember a good bit of what he (and Johnny Dogs) had taught you that night with the Delphi.

“A bit different than a gypsy camp, eh?” He jested.

You shrugged, “I mean, besides the attempted assault, I kind of preferred it. This all feels a little, I don’t know… staged. There it felt,” you met his eyes, “real.”

His eyes moved down to your lips again as you felt his grip at your back tighten.

You heard someone call for him, demanding his attention behind you.

He huffed slightly before turning back toward you. “Will you be alright without me for a moment? It’s time for me to go collect my horse.”

You nodded as he promised not to be long and found yourself on the outskirts of the room, grabbing another flute.

The band wrapped up their song as the MC took the mic and introduced the players. With all eyes forward, you gasped as you felt a hand wrap around your arm.

“Not a sound,” a gravelly voice whispered against your ear, “or this blade goes in all the way.”

You suppressed a whimper at the sharp tip pressed against your waist, the hand around you tightening. The band roared to life again as the room jumped back into formation, giving the stranger behind you an opportunity to pull you backwards and through the back doorway.

Squinting into the daylight, the man who’d grabbed you pushed you forward, causing you to stumble into the empty alleyway.

“Tsk tsk, Tommy should have known better.”

Your eyes adjusted to see another man walking toward you, gasping slightly when you recognized him. “Benji–”

“Shut up!” He smacked you across the face, sending you backwards. You caught yourself on the ground, chancing to look back up and clutching your bag.

The door flew open with a frantic Tommy. He ran toward you, lifting you up. “Y/N, you alright?”

Benji chuckled darkly, “The great Thomas Shelby,” he taunted. “Did you think I was going to let that bitch get away with stitching me up? After everything I did for you— for your family! I was a Peaky fucking Blinder!”

“You tried to steal from us, and you got caught. You know what we do to those who double cross us, Hancock,” Tommy said calmly, trying to subtly position his body between you and the two other men.

“Well, now you’ll get to see what I do to those who threaten me!”

Tommy pushed you backwards just as he grabbed for his gun. You hit the wall as you heard a shot, then the sound of one of the men running toward Tommy, tackling him to the ground and knocking his gun away. Quickly, you reached within your purse and grabbed Polly’s handgun. In an instance, all the training your father had instilled in you came back as you turned, your gun ready.

The man who had grabbed you was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Benji had Tommy by the hair and a blade to his throat, Tommy’s gun kicked to the side.

“Drop it, Benji!”

He pressed it harder, enough for blood to begin to trickle down his skin. “The only thing this bastard understands is blood and money. You think he cares about you? Nah, love. You’re just another pawn in his payroll, just like the rest of us.”

Tommy snarled, struggling against his hold.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for years,” Benji said, emphasizing the word in Tommy’s ears. “First I’m going to finish you, then I’m going to take my time with her.”

“Let him go!”

Benji laughed, “What do you think, Tommy boy? Think she has the guts?”

You shared a look with Tommy, who barely nodded before pushing away from Benji’s grasp. Not a second to waste, you pulled the trigger.

—-

Your hands were still shaking by the time you and Tommy returned to Small Heath. You attempted to calm them by playing with the tattered hem of your dress, but it was just another reminder of the horrible events that’d just occurred. You looked over toward Tommy, the strip of your dress wrapped around his neck to stop the bleeding from Benji’s blade when he’d pushed him away.

“This is why.”

Aside from some reassurances that each other were okay (physically), the two of you had been relatively silent for most of the evening. So Tommy’s words made your brow furrow as you questioned him.

“You wanted to know why I pushed you away— what was the phrase you used?”

“Ghost. I said you ghosted me,” you replied, slightly amused despite your seriousness to the conversation.

“This is why. I was worried about putting you in this exact situation. When I couldn’t find you in the hall tonight, I–” he shook his head. “Death seems to come for everyone but me, and I can’t bare to think of you dying because of me–”

“What happened back there wasn’t because of you,” you rationalized. “He was coming after me. If it hadn’t been for me, you’d be safe–”

“But you were only in that situation because of us. As long as you work for us, you’ll never be safe.” He took a deep breath and met your eyes. “Though I’m a little less worried about you being able to protect yourself now. Where did you get the gun?”

“Polly.”

He scoffed, “Figures.”

You looked down at the gun, sitting on top of your bag in between you and Tommy on the seat.

You’d killed someone. It’d felt like an almost out of body experience, watching yourself pull the trigger, and the bullet flying through into another man’s chest, ending his life.

Shaking, you took the gun and shoved it back into your bag.

Tommy pulled over and moved your bag, pulling you across the bench and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry you had to do that. It’s never easy, deciding to take a life.”

Despite the tears that’d begun to fall as soon as Tommy pulled you in, you sniffed and shook your head. “I’m not sorry,” you surprised yourself. He let go of you enough to see your face as you continued. “He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to hurt me, he was going to hurt you.” You swallowed hard, nearly afraid to say your next thoughts out loud. “I would do it again to protect you, or your family.”

Tommy watched you as you said your words carefully. Instead of responding, he lifted your chin to meet him and kissed you.

It was dark when you returned to town. Tommy said he had a couple more items to take care of that night and asked if you wanted him to drop you off. You declined, asking if you could accompany him. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be alone after the events of the day. He seemed to understand and agreed, telling you that he needed to drop the car off at the Yard and check on an expected delivery.

“Evening, Miss,” Charlie greeted you, with Curly offering a big smile as you and Tommy drove into the Yard.

“My delivery?” Tommy asked as he helped you down from the car.

“Aye, this way.”

You followed the trio through the yard as the rain began to fall lightly. Luckily, Ada had forced you to purchase a hat to go along with your outfit tonight, keeping the rain away from your face. You were wrapping Tommy’s jacket around you tighter as they approached a huge crate.

“Geeze, what’s in there?”

Tommy didn’t answer you as he examined the crate, his brow creased. “This isn’t right. Crowbar?”

Curly and Charlie opened the crate and pulled out one of the many smaller crates inside. He lifted the item inside and your mouth involuntarily fell.

“Tommy, that’s—”

“A machine gun.”

The three men looked at each other, equally as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Thought you said these were supposed to be motor bikes and petrol?” Charlie asked Tommy.

“They were. Must have picked up the wrong fuckin’ crate.” He looked at the crate for a moment as you watched, curious what was going through his mind.

“Tom,” Charlie said cautiously. “This says it’s destined for Lybia. This is– what are we going to do?”

Tommy took a deep breath and finally turned back toward his men. “Get it out of the rain. Put it in the stables for now.”

“In the stables– you can’t be serious–”

“That’s what we’re going to do for now. You, me, and Y/N are going to inventory the crate. Curly, prepare for a new horse.”

—-

A week went by, and you hadn’t said a peep about the crate sitting in Charlie Strong’s Yard. The crate bound for Lybia that contained 25 Lewis machine guns, 10,000 rounds of ammunition, 50 semiautomatic rifles, and 200 pistols with shells. Tommy had sworn you all to secrecy, even from Polly.

So when Tommy invited you to the Yard after an early shift, you were slightly nervous.

“Thought you’d want to meet the newest Shelby racehorse,” Tommy finally said when you got to the stables.

Honestly, you’d completely forgotten all about the horse Tommy had purchased at the races with all the other stuff going on. Between the sleepless nights dreaming of a gun in your hands, and the looming sword of those rifles hanging over your head, you felt like you’d collapse if one more disaster struck.

But instead, you were pleasantly surprised when you walked through the arch to see the black horse you’d befriended at the track.

“Hey,” you greeted sweetly as you began to pet him. He neighed a greeting to you before pushing his nose against your shoulder. “What is this, Tommy? You won the bet.”

He shrugged. “I changed my mind. He has his first race Monday. I’m going to take him down to Garrison Lane tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Gonna have a Chinese woman do the powder trick. Apparently she’s a fortune teller as well,” he smirked at you, causing you to roll your eyes. “Whether it’s true or not, it’ll convince everyone to place bets on him.”

You still didn’t completely understand, but you went with it. “Will he win?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” you smiled up at the horse. “What did you decide to name him?”

“Monaghan Boy.”

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Deceiver

Part Seven Tommy Shelby x Reader CW: slow burn, arguing

You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

an: set in season one

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previous part

As you stirred awake you looked up, there were a considerable amount of cobwebs on the support beam running through the center of your room. Their delicate intricacies were illuminated by a stream of morning sunlight through your curtains. It was so beautiful but your mood this morning just made you want to dust it all away. Today was Cheltenham.

One comfort of this awful day was that you could take some aggression out on some Lee boys, whilst Tommy would be prancing around with Grace doing fuck knows what. No, you had to try and control your anger on the subject. It wasn't worth all your thoughts and anyways you had to meet Arthur, John and Johnny.

"Eddie," Arthur yelled, getting your attention in the dockyard, "What's our mission?"

"To fucking stick it to the Lee boys!" You announced with a smirk towards John.

"That's right. The Lees are skimming money off legal bookies. Running chalk, selling rafflers, beating up bookies. But today, we're going to stop them." Arthur raised his stick, "Anyone with a gun, we won't be using it unless it's pulled on you. Take what you have, whatever it is. Let's fuck up the Lee boys, lads!"

You all loaded into a van, with you, Arthur and John in the front. It was 60 miles to Cheltenham and no matter how much you talked to the boys, all you could think about was Tommy and Grace in a car together. No matter how much Arthur hammered the point of this being 'Tommys Army' you struggled to get excited when you knew you wanted to be the pretty blonde girl dancing with him in a nice new outfit. Not that you'd want to wear a dress but-fuck- you were so insanely jealous of the barmaid you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Even when Tommy reassured you that there was nothing between him and Grace, all you could see was them kissing in the light of the bar when you opened the room to the booth. How did you get here? Obsessed with a man who couldn't or wouldn't commit to you, you were more likely to grow old with Thomas as his friend or mistress.

Looking out of the window the shouting coming from the boys faded into white noise. Closing your eyes you saw Tommy's smile. You didn't want to be his friend, you didn't want to wait forever but you knew he should be with her because you couldn't compete. It wasn't as if you could blame Grace for it all anymore, she was a convenient scapegoat but not one that made sense. There was something between Tommy and Grace that he wouldn't admit to you, and you couldn't blame him. It wasn't anything new, you often had to separate your life and the possibility of love.

Love doesn't last the way respect and job security do, it can be fickle and easily betrayed which were eventualities you couldn't afford. You were used to being alone, but you weren't used to being as vulnerable as you would be if you ever lived your life as a woman.

Tommy was dancing with Grace, their bodies close and moving in time with one another. He did keep looking over at Kimber's table but couldn't help but feel Grace's body against his. She was an easy choice, a safe one. There were no complications he knew of, she was beautiful and wanted him. But you. He dreamt of you. He had to stop himself from seeing you every single night. There was such an undeniable magnetism between the two of you that Tommy struggled to justify considering choosing Grace over you. There were complications but who gave a fuck about that?

He dipped Grace in the choreography of the lively dance and she smiled, it was so ridiculously beautiful. Tommy couldn't help but smile slightly back, pulling her back up. She laughed softly and Tommy bowed his head so he wouldn't laugh in return. There was a part of him that wanted to kiss her, wanted to fuck her and move on from there. He craved immediate gratification and Tommy couldn't seem to let you give that to him. The lust feeling was intoxicating, being able to look you up and down but knowing he wouldn't take it any further. Even when he was drunk he only kissed your hand, it was pathetic. But Tommy wanted you to understand how deeply he cared for you, that he didn't want to just fuck you and leave it at that. But Tommy failed to explain this to you and it led to a horrific case of crossed wires.

You'd got the stolen money off all Lees boys by this point chased them off the track and down to Devon road, they were long gone, some by persuasion, most by force…. But realistically it came with the territory of a blinder, cut off an ear here, punch someone in the face there. It would be on the job description.

"We need to get this all back to Tommy." Arthur said, holding the 7 napsacks over his shoulder as you, him and John stood under a stairwell and smoked.

"I'll take it." You said all too quickly and the brothers snickered.

"Someone wants to see his man." John smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't get too jealous of Grace." Arthur couldn't stifle his laughter as he handed the napsack to you, the two of them keeling over laughing with jokes about you and Tommy. You just snatched the bags and walked up the stairwell to the agreed meeting point.

Seeing Tommy poke his head around the door and smile at you sent a warm feeling around your whole body. It only seemed to dissipate when you saw Grace, you dropped the bags at his feet and glanced at her before going back to Tommy.

"Any problems?" Tommy asked, looking you up and down without letting Grace see.

"None. We got it all back and ran the Lee boys off the tracks. A few cuts and bruises but nothing major." You smiled at him and the two of you took a moment, just looking at one another lovingly before snapping out of it.

"Get Arthur to buy all the boys a pint, I'll see you later." He gave you a smirk before you shut the door.

Standing on the other side of the door, you almost jumped up and down from the way he looked at you. The man looked like he wanted to rip everything off you and take you right then and there. It was impossible to forget, even when you were sitting back in the Garrison a few hours later. Every so often you'd take a sip of your beer, but mostly you stared into space and thought of his eyes.

"Now, should I guess who you're daydreaming about or just come out and say it?" John laughed and sat next to you at the bar.

"You can keep your mouth shut," you smiled, "What do you think of Grace?" You asked after a pause.

"Great set of legs." John raised an eyebrow.

"No, idiot. I mean, she doesn't seem suspicious to you, comes out of nowhere trying to help with the business and now she's working for us all because she's a liar? Seems odd." You shrugged.

"Think you're just being paranoid and a little bit jealous. Personally I don't think she really does much, has no excitement in her life, this gives her some shit to do." John took a drink of his pint and lit a cigarette.

"When she is finally found out for being a deceiver, we'll only have men and their cocks to thank." You said, exasperated with John. How he could immediately assume you were jealous without a second thought. "If you didn't know I was a woman would you still question me like this or just take it at face value?" You said close to his ear before walking out of the door.

You were sick of the teasing, you had tried to tell yourself that they didn't treat you differently but it wasn't true. They just saw you as some sort of scorned woman, who wasn't capable of thinking straight. You weren't being jealous. Were you? No, she was suspicious and it didn't make sense that she came out of nowhere. Walking in the chill of night your chest heaved, what could she and Tommy possibly be doing? Was it all fooling him as well? Your brain felt so foggy it was impossible to think straight, all you wanted was to get home.

Tommy was sitting on the doorstep in front of your house and in the moment you just wanted to run up and kiss him. His face was so beautifully lit by the moonlight, with a slight smile on his lips he looked so pretty. But, instead you walked past him and unlocked your front door, leaving it ajar for him. You walked straight up to your room to unbind your chest, it had been an extremely long day.

After changing into a looser fitting men shirt you went back downstairs and found Tommy with two glasses of whisky in hand sitting on the settee. You gratefully sat down next to him and took the glass, whilst the whisky you owned was a shocking quality it still took the edge off more than a pint.

"How did today go?" He asked you.

"We got all the money, if that's what you mean." You directed a polite slightly unfeeling smile in his direction, our head felt like it was going to burst open with anger because of how John had spoken to you. "How was Grace?"

"She did her job. Looked pretty and danced with Kimber." Was all that he said, you couldn't help but assume ther was more he could say about her but didn't. You just sat holding the glass in your lap and looking down at the liquid through the crystal shapes in the glass. It was so distorted that staring at it this closely was giving you a headache. You placed the glass back on the table in front of you with a slight clink and returned to your position. Hands in your lap, looking down at them in silence because you didn't know what to say. Didn't know the right thing to say without coming off as jealous. Because regardless of what the Shelby boys said about your apparent jealousy, Tommy's connection with Grace just made you sad. You wanted the day out at the races, the hurried sexual favours in a side room, the openness in society.

At this point whilst you considered growing your hair out and stopping binding your chest, what would be the point if the person you were doing it for couldn't commit? He claimed that he would die for you but he was happy to kiss Grace, happy to fade into a silhouette of nothing as she stifled his light. He wouldn't commit to you whilst he still wanted to get his dick wet and not give you the time to be in society as a woman at your own pace. The silence was pounding in your ears, consuming your body in a cold blanket of insecurity. You could only think about how he could be normal with Grace, live a normal life. It would be boring and he might not be happy but it would be normal.

"Y/n?" Tommy said softly and you nodded in acknowledgement. "What's going on?" He asked in a confused tone.

"I just… I don't know why you're wasting your time with me. Maybe wasting is the wrong word, but you only have so long in this life and I don't know if we can give eachother what the other needs." Your eyes were hurting with the amount you were straining them so you didn't cry.

"Do you want me?” He said, making it sound so simple and you brought your eyes up to his- so much emotion and hurt was shown with this one look that Tommy felt taken aback, had he hurt you? "If you want me, then we give each other what the other needs."

"I don't want to be someone you can't commit to." You said quietly, looking back at your hands in your lap. "You're going to forget about me and marry someone without all the complications. Someone like Grace is perfect for you."

"I've told you before that Grace is not your concern." Was all he said and you couldn't help but scoff.

"Alright Tommy. You can stay to finish the bottle if you really want to, but I don't know if there's anything else for us to talk about now." You stood up and looked at him with tearful eyes. Why couldn't he understand how you felt about him, why couldn't he understand how deeply you cared for him?

"Y/n," he said in a soft tone and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from flowing.

"What else is there to say?" You asked quietly.

"Nothing happened." He paused. "Between me and Grace, since that night when you saw…" you got a horrific flashback of seeing Grace and Tommy kissing.

"But you still don't want to commit to me do you." It wasn't even really a question, more of a statement.

"Why do you assume that?" He placed his glass on the table in front of him next to yours, they were closer than the two of you felt right now.

"Because of how you act, Thomas and because I know you. You don't want a complicated personal life when your business life's complicated enough." You held your forearm with your other hand, feeling insecure in front of a Tommy that seemed more vulnerable.

"You've never asked me to commit to you, not in those words anyways." Tommy stood up and took a step towards you, your eyes were fixed on a point on the floor where the wood was cracked and splintering. "I've wanted you for years now. Ever since I met you it's been the same, there's always been something."

“If I finally live as myself I lose all independence, if you leave me after I live as a woman I won't have any agency! You don't understand how much anxiety that creates for this whole situation, it's not just about fucking feelings.” You paused and ran a hand down your face, tears forming in your eyes, “It's about the rights I have over myself, men won't treat me the same, I'll never be viewed the same by anyone. I'll never be able to walk home alone without being scared, I'll be posing as someone I've never been! I've lived this way for so long it's comfortable, and unless you can prove that you want only me then-”

“Y/n,” Tommy held your shoulders in both of his hands, “you can dress however you want, have the same job, fuck, you can get a better paid one in the company. You'll still be my right hand person regardless of how you live. I've never been able to control you and I don't intend to try and start. There has always been a part of my soul connected to yours, Y/n.” You were still looking at the splintered wood.

“How much room in your soul do you have when you desire two people?” You sounded malicious and honestly it wasn't intentional because most of what Tommy spouted sounded like lip service to get you to be complacent.

“What?” He asked, his hands falling from your shoulders.

“You heard what I said,” you walked past Tommy and sat down on the sofa, pouring yourself another poor quality whiskey. After downing two glasses your throat burned in a satisfying way that distracted you from your head.

“Why do you think I'm here? Practically begging you to give me some time.” He let out a long sigh.

“You feel the same way I feel about you about her. I know that's what is really in your soul. Even though she doesn't love you, she isn't truthful, she's so deceitful but you can't see past your hard cock long enough to realise. You fucking know I'm in love with you, I'm convinced you've known it the whole time. But it's more exciting to string two people along than commit to anyone. You can perpetuate your tortured heart narrative and everyone feels sorry for you, well I don't care anymore. Do whatever you fucking want, fuck her, fuck me. Everything's controlled by you and you love it.” You picked up the bottle of whiskey and started drinking straight from it. Leaving Tommy to stand there not knowing what to do. The two of you existed in a sort of social limbo for a few minutes before Tommy sat down next to you and you offered him the whiskey bottle.

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Between the cross and the sword | T.S

Summary: After Tommy's plan of setting a marriage between John and Esme fails, he needs to find allies to fight the Lee's kin and have his back when he betray Billy Kimber. The solution to his problem might be the pretty lady from the Garrison lane he's been trying to pursue since his teenage years.

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Chapter 1: Love and business

The Shelbys arrived in Small Heath through the canal. The January boat carried two generations, the first were Edmund, his wife Birdie and their children, Arthur and Pollyanna. The second were Arthur's wife, Adeline, and the children, Arthur Jr. and Thomas.

None of them imagined that someday the Shelby name would rule (and terrify) the neighborhood, because when they arrived, another family already ruled the place.

The Clifton's kin had an awful reputation, although those who were close to them claimed they were good people. The rumors quickly interested Edmund, who wanted not only a place to settle for, but also a prolific land to plant the seeds of his ambition.

Getting close to the head of the family, Mr. Ned Clifton, wasn't an easy task, but any recluse or austerity from the man wouldn't survive the characteristic Shelby charm. After all, both men had the same goals, to provide their families the best they could.

At first, business was the only thing to unite the clams, Ned understood money while Edmund knew all about horses. Eventually, a successful betting shop was opened side-by-side with the Shelby's house, the Garrison pub was opened on the same street as the Clifton's house and a strong friendship blossomed from the partnership.

Since the heads of the families got close, the rest did too. Three generations of Clifton's and Shelby's were always seen together on the streets: Edmund with Ned, Arthur with Joseph and Arthur Jr and Thomas with Y/N and her sister Amelia.

Everything went happily until the death of Birdie Shelby. The woman carried the kin's heart in her hands and her demise soon took Adeline with her, she couldn't handle the absence of someone she was so close with and soon after many spiritual sessions, she drowned herself in the canal. Not much after Adeline's death, Arthur ran away from Birmingham without looking back, leaving Arthur Jr., Thomas, John, Ada and Finn for Polly to look after.

Suddenly, life wasn't so good anymore, but the families remained friends. With the passing of time, Edmund also met his end. Immersed in sorrow and grief, Thomas became even more fond of Y/N since she knew everything that happened in his life and always offered support.

Unfortunately, his affections were never reciprocated. Tommy tried to woo her by giving gifts, taking her to dinners, being affectionate and promising to look after her, to be a better husband than his father ever was, but her answer was always the same.

At last, the great war ravaged Europe, killing the country's hope, Tommy's sweetness and Y/N Clifton's father.

—

Tommy bit his finger trying to find a solution to his brand new problem. He wanted to invade John's house and beat the stupidity out of him, Tommy had explained exactly what would happen if he refused to marry Esme, but the youngest didn't care at all, recklessly turning his back on the Lees.

Ashamed and smoldering with rage, Tommy had to explain to Zilpha that the marriage wouldn't happen, therefore neither the alliance between families, the war would not only carry on, but would become bloodier.

A thousand possibilities ran in his head, if Zilpha told his plan of betraying Billy Kimber to other families he'd lose many allies and if that were the case, the Shelbys might as well say goodbye to Small Heath.

Guzzling down his whiskey glass, Tommy tried to remember anyone who could support him, he knew he didn't have the muscle to fight the Lees, Kimber and all their allies. He needed help.

Then, it occurred to him, the light at the end of the tunnel, he had someone willing to support him, perhaps not powerful as he was before, but blindly loyal to their fraternity.

The way to Ned Clifton's house was fast and filled with ideas. Tommy had the agenda in his head while knocking on Ned's door.

"Going!" he heard Amelia's voice, then Ned dismissing her, "It's alright, alright!"

The door revealed an elderly man leaning on a walking stick. He narrowed his eyes before recognising who was in front of him.

"Tommy boy!" Ned greeted, "How are you? Come in!"

"How are you?" he greeted and entered the house.

The place hadn't changed much from the last time Tommy was there. His heart beat stronger at the pictures of Y/N in the walls, but he pushed the feeling away.

"What do I owe the honor? You hadn't visited since the fucking war!"

Sitting in the living room, Tommy pursed his lips looking at Ned, the man was more of a father than Arthur Sr ever was.

"I came to discuss business with you, Mr. Clifton,"

"No, cut the Mr. Clifton bullshit, I know you," Ned argued, "you must have fucked up badly to come at me,"

"Alright," he sighed, "I heard you plan to sell the Garrison to a man called Harry Phantom,"

"And? Don't worry about it, you still can drink there, they got a lovely barmaid now, have you heard? Giselle I think, or was it Hope-"

"Ned," Tommy interrupted, "I want you to sell the Garrison to me,"

"Oh, do you have the money for that?"

"I do,"

"That betting shop must be going well then, I was never sure about it, never deemed it as lucrative, but your grandad insisted on the idea, guess he was right after all," his face closed up, "what do you want my pub for, boy?"

"As you said, the betting shop is going well, I need a place to keep the money clean,"

"Why would you care for that? Your grandad never cared about honest money, in fact he was the one who started with this Peaky blinder shit,"

"I'm not my grandad, Ned, I plan to make a name for myself," Tommy stated, "that's the second reason why I'm here, people trust your judgment,"

"Obviously, I was here before the chinese and the italians, I know Small Heath,"

"Exactly, so if you make an alliance with a family, that means that family is trustworthy,"

"Where are you trying to get, Tommy boy?" Ned asked.

"The Lee family will come at me, I need someone to have my back, I know you still have many men working for you,"

"You're at war with these Lees?"

"They're romani, you don't know them," Tommy explained, "I set a marriage between John and a girl from their kin, but John refused,"

"So now you want me to adhere to your war, you want my men and my pub in exchange for what?"

"Thought you'd do it for our friendship, Ned,"

"No, no, you're like a son to me, Tommy, but that doesn't involve just me, besides you want a share of my reputation, how would we do that?"

Tommy gulped at the question, in the past Ned was approving of his courtship towards Y/N, he wasn't sure of it now.

"Well, to make an alliance with the Lees I set a wedding,"

"I see," Ned nodded, "I thought you were over Y/N, unless you want Amelia this time?"

"No,"

"And the question still remains, what do I win with that?"

"You have no heirs, Joseph died in France and his wife died giving birth,"

"Amelia and Y/N were the world to Joseph," Ned said, "why should I trust his daughter, my granddaughter, in your hands?"

"I thought you knew the answer to that," Tommy hesitated, "it's because I love her,"

"...The Garrison will be her dowry, not a cent more,"

"So we have a deal?"

Ned spat on his hand and offered it to Tommy, who did the same, shaking hands, they sealed the deal.

—

Tommy was focused on the probabilities when three hesitant knocks on his office's door took his attention. After setting the deal, Ned told him he'd deal with his granddaughter's rage himself, all Tommy would have to do was to wait until the wedding's preparations were done. That had tranquilized and allowed him to carry on with his business at the betting shop.

"Come," he answered, curious about who was paying him a visit since his family members never knocked before entering.

Y/N entered the office with a pout in her lips, her white dress swayed with her steps and even if Tommy knew she was probably there to fight him, he thought she was beautiful.

"Evening, Y/N," Tommy greeted.

"Spare me of your fakeness," she hissed, closing the door behind her, "grandad told me of your deal, I thought that despite everything you still cared about me,"

"I do," Tommy softly answered, "more than you can ever imagine,"

"Then why must you insist on trapping me in a marriage?" she teared up and for a second, Tommy considered breaking the deal just for her not to be upset with him.

"It's business, Y/N," he explained, "I need allies,"

"We're not the only families in fucking Birmingham, you could have gone to the italians, the chinese, the fucking irish, but no, the second you had an excuse for it, you went behind my back and asked grandad for my hand!" she thundered, "Without even talking to me! After I refused you so many times, I always tried to be your friend but you always wanted something more!"

"It's not women's business," he argued, "Ned and I set a deal, we didn't need your opinion,"

"Fuck you, Thomas Shelby!" she negatively nodded and rubbed off the tears in her eyes, "honestly, fuck you,"

"I hope you know that when we're married you can't talk to me like that,"

"We'll see about that," she challenged but soon lowered her guard, "listen, I'm sorry, alright? This is not what I came here for,"

Taking the seat across Tommy's desk, she fidgeted with her hands and licked her lips while thinking of her next words, "I wanted to talk to you because I know talking to my grandad would be the same as nothing-"

"As I already said, it's business, if you try to change my mind you'll waste your fucking time," he interrupted.

"I want to make a deal with you," she shyly reached for his hand across the desk, "because I know besides everything you still care about me, as I care about you,"

"Do you?" Tommy hid his surprise behind a blank face.

"Yeah, so grandad explained to me that you're at war with some Lee family, you need to improve your reputation and you need more soldiers, I understand that so I'll carry on with the deal, I'll marry you with no complaint as long as you promise me something,"

"Promise you what?"

"As soon as the war is over and this business is done, you'll give me a divorce," she squeezed his hand, "please, Tommy, that's all I ask from you,"

"You'd rather be a divorced woman in fucking Birmingham than being my wife?"

Y/N knew divorced women had a terrible reputation and the whole neighborhood wouldn't spare her of their judgment, but she didn't care, all she wanted was to marry someone she truly loved, it didn't matter if she would have to leave the county for that.

"Yes," she held Tommy's hand in between her both, "please, Tommy, I beg of you, do not trap me in a loveless marriage, you know I'd never be happy by your side,"

Slowly nodding, he gave in, he wished to see her excited to be his wife, but that wasn't the reality and he would have to accept that.

"Alright, Y/N," he squeezed her hand, "we have a deal."

—

The Shelby family roamed with excitement waiting for the church's door to open, Tommy waited on the altar with Arthur by his side. Not many Shelby weddings were made in churches, but all of the Clifton's did and since Tommy wanted a share of their reputation, he had to give in.

The Clifton's side was quiet, no ounces of happiness were seen on their faces, nor of disappointment or anger. It was hard to tell what they thought about the wedding, but then again, none except for Ned and Amelia were Cliftons per se, so their opinions didn't really matter.

Peaky boys protected the building from any possible attacks from the Lees, giving the ceremony a business-like atmosphere rather than a family day one.

The heavy doors opened, revealing Ned carrying the bride. Tommy's eyes softened at the view of her in a white dress, the lace veil covered her face and she had white and yellow roses in hand.

She slowly walked down the aisle, Ned gave her away with a smirk on his face, winking at Tommy when their eyes met. Lifting the veil, he found a blank faced Y/N, she offered a polite smile and turned to Jeremiah Jesus, the priest Tommy had chosen.

"Dearly beloved," he started, "we're here reunited today to join Thomas and Y/N in holy matrimony,"

Y/N peeked at Ned in the benches and turned back after an assuring nod. Noticing her nervousness, Tommy reached for her hand.

"Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor and keep, from this day forward, as long as you shall live?"

Squeezing her hand, Tommy answered, "I do,"

"Very well, do you, Y/N Clifton, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love, comfort, honor and obey, from this day forward, as long as you shall live?"

A mortal silence started before her lack of answer. She gulped looking at Tommy, his and her family sat behind them, the flower bouquet in her hand and finally, the priest again. With a small nod, she answered, "I do,"

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife," Jeremiah announced, "you may kiss the bride!"

Between roaring and applause from the Shelby kin, Y/N and Tommy faced each other, his eyes switched between her eyes and lips decorated by modest lipstick.

Cupping her face, he felt his heart beating stronger in his chest, he dreamt about kissing her for so long and even if it wasn't in the best circumstances, his dream became true.

Holding his wrists, she was the one to lock their lips together, the kiss was short, chaste, but she noticed his lips were incredibly soft.

They were officially married.

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April 1920, Birmingham

John called us to the Garrison pub, claiming there was a matter to announce. He said he was going to marry Lizzie Stark. I don't want to comment on this. Everyone's a whore; we just sell different parts of ourselves. Those were Tommy's words.

Lizzie Stark is a good person; at least she knows gratitude. She took care of Martha before she died, and even after, she often visited Martha and John's children.

But John is a Shelby. How can Thomas Shelby's younger brother marry a whore? What does that mean for the future of the Peaky Blinders? What has happened to the Shelbys? Love runs deep, and for the sake of love, people throw everything away.

"Tommy, can you understand?" John pleaded with his brother. "You have Diana, and I deserve love too."

...Why should I care? I am Lady Vanessa from Chelsea, and would it be embarrassing for Tommy and me to be together?

At this moment, Finn rushed in, saying we had been robbed. The Lee family made it clear that they are also a bunch of bastards.

As I flipped through the ledgers, reconciling the lost property, Tommy found a pair of pliers on the table in the meeting room.

"Don't move! There's a hand grenade here," he warned.

Listening to their stories about the "jokes" on the battlefield, I was stunned. Still, I quickly responded, "No, there isn't. Otherwise, we would have been blown up when we came in."

"The bullets they sent only have my name on them. They want to kill me."

...Alright, what bullets? Tommy kept this from me again.

I watched him run out of the betting shop, seemingly knowing the location of the bomb.

I looked down at the ledgers. Money can be earned again, but things more precious than money are irreplaceable. If we want to replace Billy Kimber, we cannot afford a setback and let the Lee family take advantage. We must negotiate and become a tight unit.

Tommy returned, having found the bomb in his car.

He listened to my thoughts and nodded. I asked if he wanted me to accompany him.

He remained silent for a moment and shook his head. "The Lee family knows I have a beauty with me, but they don't know you."

"So what?" I frowned at him. I didn't understand. I just wanted to help him bear more, and besides, we were going for negotiation, not war. What's so scary about them knowing who I am?

Tommy shook his head and gave me a teasing kiss. "Can you... uh, smoke less..."

Tommy went to the outskirts market, and I accompanied Polly to find Ada.

Poor Ada, pregnant and living like a rat in the dark basement. Love? If this is love, I'd rather not.

Ada gave us the address of one of Sean's associates, a life for a life.

Since Ada left home, this was the first time I had seen her. She had changed from the lively girl of those years into a thin woman with a bulging belly. Her face was pale, and her eyes rolled around like a frightened quail.

"Don't torture yourself just because you hate Thomas," I squatted down, trying to persuade her gently. "And Thomas has done a lot for you and Sean, even though he sometimes seems annoying, he loves you. Go home."

I tried to persuade Ada to go home for rest, but she firmly refused.

It was raining heavily. I tightened my coat and stood in Tommy's garage.

Finally, Campbell arrived.

I handed him a note with Chapman's address. "This is Stanley Chapman's residence, and he has £200 from the Russians."

Campbell reached out to take the note but I dodged. "Use it to exchange for Sean."

He nodded. "You have my guarantee, Miss Turner."

Guarantee? Who would believe your guarantee? I raised an eyebrow.

His eyes betrayed him; he seemed to see me as a little animal that could be played with. He probably thought I was a gentlewoman protected by Thomas, harmless and innocent.

I didn't bother to correct his mistake. Let him see the consequences of his prejudice.

He asked me to pass a message to Thomas, asking him to hand over the weapons as soon as possible, and made a series of threats.

"Your spy, Grace from Garrison Pub," I spoke as he walked away. "Quite useless."

I watched Campbell stop in his tracks, turn around, and look at me.

We silently confronted each other.

"Miss Vanessa," he called me by my title.

That's right.

Despite scoffing at the news of "grandfather looking for me," I still managed to contact the informant who came from London. My grandfather, David Barton, was in poor health, his only son had already passed away, and he wanted me to return to be his heir, inheriting his factory and vast wealth. He even offered to help me inherit the title of Baroness—even though my younger brother George was still the current heir.

My grandfather went as far as seeking Churchill's help to communicate with me. Although I was indifferent to inheriting the wealth, I felt a bit emotional seeing the news of my grandfather.

In the face of the upcoming war, the support of such a wealthy old man would be a great help to the Shelby family. So, I decided to return to London temporarily.

I briefly talked to my grandfather on the phone, but the most important thing for me was to find information about the Russians.

The Shelleys sent a car to pick me up.

I drove my car and waited at the entrance of the Garrison. I planned to tell Thomas about my temporary departure to London and also to ask him about the Russians.

But Thomas seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Tommy," I called his name, but he only gave me a cold look.

"I'm leaving for London. Grandfather asked me to inherit the family business," I said softly.

This time, he finally looked at me seriously. "When?"

"As soon as possible. I'll be back after handling the family affairs. It's just a temporary return."

He didn't say anything. I could feel the chill in his eyes.

"I need to know more about the Russians. Do you have any information?" I continued.

He finally spoke, his voice indifferent. "We're dealing with them."

That was all he said.

I left Birmingham without saying goodbye to the others. As I boarded the car, I took one last glance at the Garrison, hoping that when I returned, everything would be fine.

However, fate had a different plan for me. I didn't know that my temporary departure marked the beginning of a series of unpredictable events.

As I stepped into the car, I could feel a storm brewing on the horizon. Little did I know, the storm would change everything.

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film

the parent trap – tie dye girl (1998)

love 911 – go misoo (2012)

snowpiercer – yona (2013)

ready or not – grace (2019)

into the woods – cinderella (2014)

the beauty inside – yisoo (2015)

eternals – sersi (2021)

turning red – abby park (2022)

do revenge – erica norman (2022)

barbie – physicist barbie (2023)

television series

the accidental couple – gu minji (2009)

tale of the nine tailed – nam jiah (2020)

the glory – lee sara (2022 - 2023)

only murders in the building – kimber (2023)

theatre

winter sonata – jeong yoojin (2011)

maybe happy ending – claire (2015 - 2017)

mean girls – gretchen wieners (2017 - 2018)

dream high – yoon baekhee (2023)

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Congrats on reaching 1k!!!! I was wondering if you could do a blurb using the “I just need to know that you’ll be by my side when this is all over.” Prompt?

Hope you have a good day 😊

Thanks so much! I hope you’re having a good day as well, anon! I went with Tommy on this one since you didn’t have anyone specific attached to it. ☺️💕

*I’m Celebrating 1K Followers...thanks for the love!

When the Dust Settles

Warnings: langauge, weapons

Tommy and (Y/N) are in the family home on Watery Lane as preparations for Kimber and his men approaching finish up. Emotions are high as everyone’s fate hangs in limbo.

“Thomas fucking Shelby, what exactly is going on here?” (Y/N) asks with raised eyebrows as she watches her boyfriend pull his revolver out of its holster so that he could see if there were bullets in its chamber. He snaps the chamber shut and puts it back in its place before looking over at (Y/N).

“Kimber and his men are closing in on us. We don’t have any help from the Lee’s because they’re on their way to the fucking races. We’re gonna have to take them here in Small Heath,” he gives her the abridged rundown of what’s happening as he starts walking back and forth in the small front room of the family’s Watery Lane home. He then stops in his tracks, his eyes snapping back to her, “and don’t say that this shouldn’t be happening because there’s no fucking way that I can avoid it now,” he tells her, his eyes wide and frantic.

“I won’t,” she whispers, even though that’s not what she wants to say. What girlfriend would ever willingly allow her boyfriend to walk into a situation like the trouble that was making its way to Small Heath now?

“Thank you,” Tommy breathes as he goes back to walking circles around the room. It becomes obvious to (Y/N) then that he’s looking for something.

“What’re you looking for, Tom?” she questions him after letting him pace for a few more moments.

“My fucking cap,” he mutters in frustration, not breaking his stride as he continues his search.

“It’s here,” she tells him, grabbing his peaked cap from where it was sitting on the table and extending her hand out to him when she had a grip on it.

Tommy stops in his tracks, his eyes falling onto the woman standing across from him. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he breathes again, letting out a sigh as he breaks the space between them so that he can take the cap from her.

(Y/N) doesn’t let him take it though. Instead, she reaches up and sets it atop his head, pulling it down so that its brim slightly covered his eyes; just like he normally wore it. She looks up at him then, her hands falling onto his biceps as she tries to hold him in his place for a few moments longer.

“You need to stay in here, where it’s safe,” he tells her then, his hands dropping to hold onto her hips.

“I will,” (Y/N) responds, trying to swallow back the lump that’s formed in her throat, but to no avail. This was the first time in their several month relationship that she’s witnessing the terrible situations Tommy’s work puts him in up close. She knows of what he does, but she’s never had a front seat to it like she does now.

Tommy notices the fear in her eyes, and it makes him bring one of his hands up to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek soothingly. “Hey, I’ll be fine,” he tells her, his way of trying to calm her nerves. (Y/N) only nods slightly as her eyes stay locked onto his.

“I...” she trails off, her emotions getting the best of her and making her choke up, “I just need to know that you’ll be by my side when this is all over,” she’s finally able to get her sentence out, and tears sting the corners of her eyes as she finishes it.

“I will be,” he tells her, his voice low; as if he was sharing a secret with her. “I won’t ever leave you, love.”

“You comin’, Tommy?!” Arthur’s voice comes from outside then, breaking the silence that had fallen between the couple standing in the front room.

“Go, Tommy,” (Y/N) whispers, knowing that she can’t hold him back any longer.

“I love you,” he tells her, his lips dropping onto hers momentarily before they part and break their embrace completely.

(Y/N) sends him one last look as he makes his way to the door, and she hopes that this isn’t the last time that she’ll ever see him. It’s when the door closes that she realizes what he’s just said to her. That was the first time that either of them had said ‘I love you’ to each other, and she wasn’t even able to say it back to him.

Now he had to come back. She couldn’t let him leave this world without knowing that she felt the same way as he did.

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not gonna lie @zablife I was a little inspired by your latest, amazing Tommy blurb for this one haha ... hope you don’t mind that I set it within the same scenario! ☺️

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