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marksbear · 11 months

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MULTI FANDOM MALE READER SCENARIOS

It’s been a while since I done one of these, but I think it’ll be good for me to practice more at writing different characters and such so enjoy!

The fact is I had more tags to share 😭

-Miguel O’Hara biting your neck harshly to get your attention when he feeling jealous. Or marking you as his.

-Izzy Hands always lightly taking your hand and helping you either up the steps or down the steps. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most time. Everyone in the ship always notices it but doesn’t say anything.

^^Ofmd

-Bob taking off his glasses and putting them on you then starts to compliment you how good and cute you look.

^^Top gun!

-Matt Murdock tracing your face in morning when he thinks your still sleep. He also traces your face anytime your two are arguing because he wants to see your emotions.

^^Marvel

-You and The Corinthian driving around during late nights with his hand on your thigh as he drives you around.

^^DC

-Tony stark buying you whatever you want or even dream of. It can be jewelry all the way to new houses and cars.

^^Marvel

-Bruce Wayne and you being a power couple throughout Gotham. Lots of magazines and headline about you two.

^^DC

-Teaching Adam Warlock about feelings about like having a crush or being in love.

^^Marvel

-You and Doom head being an unstoppable duo anytime you two are paired up in a game.

^^Rob Zombie movie 31

-You and Richard Madden making fun of each other accents in interviews for the newest movie you two are in.

^^Actor

-You and Hobie Brown making out in a middle of Miguel’s rant.

^^Marvel

-Homelander wrapping his arms around you as you two makeout and he slowly rises from the ground bringing you in the air with him.

^^The Boys

-You we’re very close with Love to the point all lot of people thought you two were dating. Joe was furious so he started to stalk you planing to murder, but all that stalking for weeks slowly became to months and he slowly started to catch feelings.

^^YOU

-Benedict Bridgeton being so in love with you, but he so scared that his family would disown him as well as everyone around town.

^^Bridgeton

-You and Benedict sneaking off during ball’s and random events to be with each other alone.

^^Bridgeton

-Imagine sitting down in the bleachers waiting for Mark to be done with his track meet.

^^Author/ Me

-Playing with Dutch Van der linde hair during a camp meeting and he tries to stay focus but he can’t.

^^RD2

-You and Larry smoking as you two listen to Sal play the guitar.

^^Sally Face

-Ted feeling ashamed after he realized that he caugt feelings for you even though your a player.

^^Ted Lasso

-When Dean first met you y’all both were very young. You were reckless and carefree while Dean was taking care of Sam and brought him along while you two hanged out. And he caught feelings, but he was confused about why he had feelings for a man so he kept it to himself.

^^SPN

-Helping Mark walk without his leg brace or crutches.

^^Author/Me

-Stu Marcher giving you neck kisses in the middle of class. And most of the time teachers sees him and gives you both detention.

^^Slashers

-Hannibal Lecter leaving bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

^^Slashers

-Roy Kent being soft spoken and quiet anytime he’s with you.

^^Ted Lasso

-Larry Trainor slowly warmed up to you being his boyfriend so he lets you touch his skin underneath the bandages.

^^DC

-Anytime before a fight Arthur asks you to hold his hands. He says it’s for a good luck, but he’s just really stressed and tense.

^^Peaky blinders

-Steven Grant still being so shy and quiet with you even though you two has been dating for years.

^^Marvel

-Bringing Namor gifts like flowers, jewelry and even little things like a picture of yourself or a padlock necklace. He cherishes all of them and keeps them safe.

^^Marvel

-Meeting Namor on the beach at night almost every night.

^^Marvel

-Bobby and Athena inviting you into their relationship. They both didn’t cheat on each other to find about their feelings for you they just kinda knew one day and talked it out and for a while and a lot of thought they asked would you be willing to date them.

^^9-1-1

-Being a rich man while Steven is your trophy husband.

^^Marvel

-Dying your hair with mark.

^^Author/Me

-Watching Mark stay up all night writing just for him to randomly stop to watch a movie.

^^Author/Me

-Lee and Maren catching you eating a person right in the middle of a dark and empty road.

^^Bones and All

-Being a different love interest for Elio and being heartbroken once he chose Oliver over you.

^^Call me by your name

-Imagine rejecting Derek Shepheard after finding out he has a wife.

^^Greys anatomy

-Rue hugging and crying on you tight after she relapsed.And you being her favorite person ever since what happened with Jules and Elliot.

^^Euphoria

-Being a father figure to Rue.

^^Euphoria

-Imagine being Maddy Perez brother and finding out Nate pulled a gun on her so you pulled up to his house barged in and looked for him and beat the shit out of him.

^^Euphoria

-Billy Hargrove acting like he hates the nickname “Curls.” Or “Curly.” But when you say it he loves it.

^^Stranger things

THE END

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lavender-romancer · 11 months

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Fools

Part Two Tommy Shelby x Male Reader CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

You always felt that you were hiding or running from deep inside of you, this feeling that you weren't like other men around you. When you met Tommy it made sense but how could you explore these feelings?

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

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As your car approached the Shelby Company Limited offices you debated whether this was a grave mistake. Could you honestly go into business with a man you dreamt about? A man that made you feel confused and excited all at once. How could such a man exist and entice you so furiously that you would travel all this way for the ability to see him?

You were shown into Thomas' office by his secretary, Lizzie. As you walked in Tommy was already on a phone call and didn't pay you any attention. Your pathetically hopeful heart sunk when he didn't even look your way as you sat down in an armchair in front of Tommy's desk.

"Can I get you a drink?" Lizzie asked and you turned to her with a smile.

"A whisky, please." You said and she soon came back with a glass that she placed on the table near you before exiting and closing the door.

Tommy was still on the phone so you lit up a cigarette. You looked around, taking in his office. It was much more professional looking than yours, which often had all your paperwork and books strewn around the room. You stood up and began walking round the room, looking at the photographs and grand furniture you wouldn't have expected in this part of England. One photo was him on his wedding day, next to a beautiful blonde woman and you sighed. Picking up the photo it was unmistakably him, the man you had been dreaming of. At this point it felt like sanity had been returned to the situation, there was no secret affection, no intimacy between you. It was a night of mistakes for Thomas, a night where he could try to forget he had a wife but she was still there.

"What are you looking at?" Tommy suddenly said and you placed down the photo.

"Your charming wedding photo, Mr Shelby." You went back into salesman mode plastering a fake smile on your face before returning to your seat. "I wasn't sure if you'd decided on consultancy or stock so I brought documents for both and information on them both and our rates. My assistant can always go over the intricacies of returns but that is primarily up to you. Have you decided what you'll be enquiring about today?" You asked and Tommy said nothing for a few moments, staring down at the table.

"You know why I asked you here?" Thomas asked.

"The meeting, we said we might arrange when we were in that bar?" You furrowed your brows. "We have some wonderful annual deals for our stakeholders wanting to expand into the business itself if youll-"

"Fuck. Not the fucking meeting," Thomas said at a low volume.

"Then what, sir?" You asked and Tommy looked at you.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

"Let's not pretend we're under any kind of facade that what happened between us means anything to you." You took a drag of your cigarette and stared at Tommy as he sighed.

"And that's a fact?" He asked.

"You're like every other man who's momentarily interested in me. Keep me a secret, not tell your wife about how you fuck men." You shook your head, "So yes. It is a fact." Thomas was silent and took a few moments before replying.

"I have no wife." Was all he said and you could have laughed.

"Thomas, this is ridiculous. Whether you have one or not I doubt you're the type of man who would risk anything relating to your social standing by having anything to do with me." You sighed and Tommy looked perplexed.

"You mean the social pariah nature of it all? A man of your age with no wife? You believe that troubles me?" He asked in disbelief.

"I believe what I know, all that is said about me is in whispers. But within our class standing non-conformity isn't taken too kindly and most of the time I have more business partners and shareholders than any real companionship." Without meaning to you sounded incredibly bitter and spoiled.

"We're both social pariahs. I'm the dick-sucking g**sy and you're the dick-sucking son of a business giant. I don't think we're all that different if you're going to reduce it to those details." Tommy pondered and regretfully you had to agree.

"Why have you asked me here?" You asked after a few moments.

"I can't be entirely sure, was it for business, to see your pretty face or just to imagine a possibility where I could speak freely of what I want. Either way I wanted to see you, we can have an arrangement beneficial to all that are involved. I do want to be involved in the arms business but, I also want to fuck the living daylights out of you." Tommy downed the rest of his whisky as your eyes grew wide, you never thought he'd be that upfront. You didn't know how to react, you didn't even know whether to say anything at this point.

Tommy walked around his desk, standing closer to you with a cautious look on his face. You stood up, nearly nose to nose with him. He ran his finger over your hand, up and down, over and over until his hand moved up your arm and to your chest. Then he leant forward and began kissing your chest, your heartbeat quickened and you clenched your fists- unable to resist how your body reacted to him.

"Oh, fuck it," you muttered before crashing your lips into his.

Pushing him against the desk you gripped onto his hair and lightly pulled it, eliciting a pleased moan from Tommy. You ran your other hand down to his bulge, giving him just enough attention to keep him excited.

"My Shelby?" You both heard from through the door. Tommy pushed you away from him and walked around his desk to sit in his chair, you stood stunned. Even now, in his own business with his own employees he was terrified. You supposed it should be expected and that you couldn't hold it against Thomas.

"Yes?" Tommy called loudly, Lizzie entered and gave him a note before leaving.

"So I assume we're going into business together?" You looked at him in a meaningful way and he scoffed.

"I'd be surprised if we didn't." Tommy said quietly.

"I can be in town for as long as you want me to be," you said slowly approaching the desk, laying your hands on it and leaning towards Tommy.

"Hmm, all the control in my hands?" He asked, standing up and leaning towards you.

"I'd be surprised if that wasn't how you like it." Your voice was low and sultry, this attempt at flirting seemed to be working… at least for the moment.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't take it right back," Tommy leant forward to kiss you and you stepped back. "Bastard." Tommy said with a grin.

"I'll see you soon, Thomas. Ring me at my hotel if you want a meeting." You picked up your coat and headed for the door but as you walked closer you could hear Tommy rise from his chair and walk towards you.

You stopped, gripping onto your coat with your breath quickening and lips drying out. His presence was so imposing behind you, as if he could do anything he wanted to play with you and it would all be acceptable. You were no match for the atmosphere Tommy created. Tommy's lips began tenderly pressing against your neck as his hand gently caressed your growing bulge. It felt ecstatic to be at his mercy, you lent your neck backwards and closed your eyes, feeling that you would collapse into his arms if he teased you anymore. After relentless over-the-clothes teasing, Tommy finally unbuttoned your trousers and you dropped your coat. But to your surprise, Tommy took hold of your neck and guided you to walk over to the side of the room in front of a mirror. He continued to kiss your neck and touch you but you could see the animalistic look in his eyes, the never-satisfied hunger of a queer man you felt deep within yourself. Tommy gently choked you with one hand whilst kissing your neck and touching your dick, everytime your eyes closed he would choke tighter and make you look at yourself and him in the mirror.

The whole experience felt foreign and not necessarily comfortable but exciting all the same. What kind of sexual entanglement had you roped yourself into? Tommy's need for you to look into his eyes as he touched you bordered on the narcissistic, but it was just so sexy how he looked. So domineering, so in control of your every move even when your knees nearly gave out he held you up. When you moaned too loudly he choked you even tighter until you came onto his hand and began breathing heavily.

Your knees well and truly gave out, Tommy held your weight against him and nearly carried you over to a leather sofa near the two of you. He lay down first and you lay on top of him, gently twitching every now and then whilst gripping onto his waistcoat. No words were spoken between the two of you but it wasn't without meaning, Tommy stroked and kissed your hair, he caressed your back and held you until you stopped twitching. The tenderness and care from him was not just a formality of sex or arousal, Thomas didn't know what it was but it was… confusing.

Tommy knew that an emotional entanglement would not be good, how could any of it end beneficially for the both of you? But his body would betray his mind, he was so intrinsically drawn to you from the moment he saw you staring at him in London. It didn't hurt that you were extremely pretty but it wasn't just that. The confusion of his emotion and sexual motivation were slowly intertwining and it was dangerous for him.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked in a whisper and you nodded, gripping his bicep and holding him closely.

"When would you like me to go?" You asked, looking up at him and he smiled.

"Only for a few hours whilst I have meetings, you can come up to the house and stay." Tommy offered and you looked surprised, no sexual partner had ever offered for you to stay at their home- let alone a possible business partner.

"Maybe I'll make an appearance," you joked as you slowly sat up, Tommy propped himself up on his elbows.

"Come here," he gestured for you to come closer to him until you were nose to nose, both of your lips aching to kiss one another again. "You look so beautiful when you cum," he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"And you're a tease." You told him with a smirk as you kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

After you'd got dressed again and made your hair look more presentable, Tommy stood up and helped you put your coat on. When you turned around to face him he pulled you into a deep kiss, running his hands over your chest and up to your neck. The need for closeness was unimaginably important to Tommy. After this encounter, Tommy could only feel that you were a necessity for him.

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d3lta-2005 · 7 months

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Please do one with the shelby brothers [plus other characters if you want] with a underground boxer bf? Like the bf is a bixer who participates illegal street fights, earns hella cash? Thank u :3

Shelby brothers with a s/o That's a underground boxer

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

Male reader Specified

☆Thomas Shelby☆

-he probably met you when he went to tell Arthur off for fighting again

- noticed you as you were fighting, you probably had a bit of blood on you and most likely no shirt

- as he was sorting Arthur out he was giving you side looks and gave you one last good look as h left

- a cupple of days later you were in the garrison having a drink when someone came up behind you, "your the lad I saw fighting a cupple days back" Thomas said as he took a seat next to you

- he handed you a drink and drank his own drink

- you 2 started talking and the night got a little carried away

- you and Thomas met more and more, as you met up you 2 got closer and closer, you then started dating

- although he gets worried about you getting hurt he doesn't mind that you fight

- he would help you patch up after fights

- I feel like he would kiss your wounds better like the gentleman he is

- he does like the fact he doesn't have to look after you money wise although he is a little worried about you being found out

☆Arthur Shelby☆

- he met you becuse you where the one he was gonna fight (I think it was boxing he did, it was that time he beat the kid to up)

- you did fight it was a close call but he won

- you both end it with a handshake of appreciation

- he offered you a drink afterwards

- he would offer you a drink after every time you finished fighting

- you bond over the time you get drunk

- sometimes you would end up in a random place in the morning like a bath tub

- after you start dating you 2 end up sparing more and if you got hurt he would help you patch up.

- he isn't really shocked at how much money you make but his is still proud of you non the less

☆John Shelby☆

- he met you becuse he was drunk and walked over to you and tried to start a fight with you

- you won being the 1 that wasn't drunk

- he tried to find you the next day as Tommy told him to apologise to you for causing the fight

- he got curious after he apologised and started asking a bunch of questions

- he invited you to hang out with him and after a while the invites were more and more regular

- once you started dating you told him that you did underground boxing

- he was fully supportive of you

- unlike Tommy and Arthur he wasn't too worried about you getting hurt

- he was extremely shocked at how much money you make though

#mlm #gender neutral s/o #nblm #arthur shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #gay #gay headcanon

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dear-my-honey · 1 year

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Tea Love

Thomas Shelby x Male Reader

warnings: smoking, a bit of cursing, this is just fluff, this is short

description: Thomas and you like to show affection towards each other in an unspoken and subtle way. However, it seems his brothers have noticed...

⇨ Thomas and you had an attraction for each other that was deeper than anyone could understand.

It started when you first met him, you lit his cigarette for him. You meant nothing by it at first but soon anytime you were around him, regardless of who was around you, you would light his cigarette for him.

It even became a habit for him to do so for you, and from there it grew. You found out exactly how he likes his tea, so you started to pour his tea for him and instead of shrugging it off he would return your simple act with a lit cigarette. This continued and his brothers eventually caught on.

"Tommy, why the fuck do you act all in love with each other?" Arthur said, as he watched Thomas light a cigarette for you. "Because." Thomas said giving you a look you knew a little too well. "Because?" Michael said dragging the word out as everyone in the room waited for his answer. "Because we fuckin' can. You got a problem with that?" Though his voice betrayed the so-called anger in his words, it shut his brothers up. The sight almost made you smile.

Unbeknownst to you and Thomas, his brothers including his aunt Polly and Michael had made bets on your true relationship, and as soon as you both kissed just outside the garrison so late into the night you thought that no one would see, you both heard a "Fuck!" in the distance. And it sounded awfully a lot like Arthur.

if you like this story you should read:

Cup Of Quiet

#thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #mlm #trans mlm #though its not mentioned #shelby brothers #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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crowleying · 1 year

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My policeman | m!reader

Date: 06.12.2022

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 4.840

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby, Harry Fenton, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Tommy Shelby is suddenly very interested in you and you have no idea why.

A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

IF YOU LIKE MY WORKS, PLEASE REBLOG THEM

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You were on patrol around the city with one of your colleagues. You knew he was on the Peaky Blinders' payroll but, after all, only a handful of policemen weren't. You were one of them. It was confusing to most people in Small Heath, mainly because they knew you were John Shelby's best friend. He had offered you money to give them information and turn a blind eye to their affairs as they did with everyone, but you had made it clear that you couldn't be bought. He had respected that. The balance was fragile. The whole deal was based on your friendship. You had been able to refuse the money without losing your job because you were friends and people respected you because of your bond to the most powerful family in Birmingham, and a little because you did your job and wouldn't hesitate to throw people in jail if needed. You didn't pretend not to see what happened around you. Not even if the Peaky Blinders were involved. However, being friends with John also prevented you from trying to tear the whole business down. Everyone had learnt it pretty soon, so they had just started doing their things when you weren't on patrol, which meant your rounds were always quiet. You didn't complain. You didn't like arresting people, especially if they were Blinders.

That day seemed to be especially quiet. Well, as quiet as Small Heath could be. Your eyes observed the people going on about their lives around you while you chatted with your colleague. Many people greeted you, and you smiled back.

You turned to your partner, your eyes wide and a big smile on your face. "What?! No way. What is this, your... seventh?"

"Yeah," he replied smiling proudly under his thick moustache. "Four girls and two boys. I'm rooting for another boy."

"Congrats!" You patted his back, but you saw his face change, suddenly becoming serious.

He looked up and touched his cap, tilting his head down. "Morning, Mr Shelby."

You turned and saw Thomas Shelby on one of his horses, riding down the road. You nodded towards him as a form of greeting but didn't touch your cap or wish him a good day.

He nodded back at you, and you felt his icy blue eyes pierce through you. It wasn't anything new. You felt that way every time he looked at you and you wondered if everyone could feel it when they were under his gaze as if he could see everything that was inside. It felt as if God was scrutinizing you. You did understand why John called him Tommy the Almighty.

Even as he passed by you, you could still feel his eyes burn holes in you. You kept walking but turned to look at him and saw he was already looking. You turned back to the front.

"I don't know how you can refuse their offer. By the way he was looking at you, he really wants you on his payroll."

When you walked into the Garrison that night and asked Harry for a glass of whiskey, he refused your money and said it had already been paid for, then nodded towards the private room next to the counter.

"Yeah, well, John knows it won't happen." You shrugged, but the feeling of his eyes on you lingered and stayed with you for the rest of the day.

"Mr Shelby wishes to speak with you."

You rolled your eyes at the formality John liked to mess with when you were involved and grabbed your glass heading to the room.

"Come on, John, how many tim-" you started as you opened the door only to stop mid-sentence when you met Tommy's icy gaze instead of John's warm and playful one. "Thomas."

He was smoking alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

He beckoned you with a motion of his fingers. "Close the door and take a sit."

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by how he was treating you like one of his men. Maybe he had forgotten you didn't work for him.

"If you want to buy me, Thomas, you can save it. I'm not on sale," you said without doing any of the things he had asked of you.

He observed you for a few long seconds as if trying to read you. Then he sighed, tearing his gaze away from you and knocking the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."

When you still didn't move, he turned towards you again. "I promise. Please, come sit with me."

You hid your surprise at hearing him saying the word "please." You didn't think he even knew how to pronounce it for lack of use. You closed the door behind you and took a sit on the other side of the table from him.

You rolled the whiskey in your glass waiting for him to speak. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked when he didn't.

He offered you a cigarette but you refused. You didn't trust him outside family gatherings and that wasn't a social call.

"I would like to invite you to dinner."

You frowned. You had already been to dinner at the Shelbys plenty of times and not once had Thomas himself been the one to invite you. "Uhm... sure, tell Polly to count me in."

"I mean with me."

His reply startled a laugh out of you. "I never thought you were one for pranks. Thought you left that to Johnny."

He stared at you, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "I'm serious."

You looked back at him with a newfound seriousness and slammed your glass on the table, spilling some of its content. "I really hope not."

It was your turn to observe him, trying to understand what his real intentions were. "What do you really want from me, Thomas?"

"I want to take you out for dinner."

You snorted. "You think I'm a fool?"

"No," he let out much lower than his usual tone.

"You can't buy me so you're trying to get me arrested. That's too low even for you."

He shook his head. "That's not-"

"Save your bullshit," you interrupted getting up. You leaned forward pointing a finger at him. "You try this shit again and I'll get you arrested."

You were smoking with John by the cut like you did when you were fifteen. You loved the fact that your friendship hadn't changed all that much, not after you had been to war together, nor when you had decided to join the police. With John, it had always been easy. No judgement, just two boys having fun and doing what they had to live in such a hard world.

Then you walked out.

"So, new girls?" he joked.

You looked at him unimpressed, before looking back in front of you.

John was the only person who knew you didn't like girls. You had found out thanks to him. When you were young, you had experimented with each other. There had been some kisses and a couple of hand jobs. He had soon understood he wasn't into men, but he had never judged you. To these days he still joked about it and you had never really minded until Thomas had asked you out.

"Did you tell him?"

He abruptly turned to look at you. "You know I would never."

"Then how the fuck did he know, John?" you asked, throwing your unfinished cigarette into the cut, clearly upset.

"Tommy, he always seems to know shit," he said slowly, playing with his cap and looking down at it in his lap. He looked at you. "But he means good. He isn't trying to fuck you up."

You snorted. You trusted John and you were sure he believed what he was saying, but Thomas was cunning and he could have people believe anything he wanted. Maybe he had tricked his own brother into believing he really was interested in you, knowing he would have put a good word in for him.

"Are you still coming to dinner tomorrow though?"

You had been a guest of the Shelbys every Saturday for dinner for as long as you could remember.

"Will he be there?"

"Probably."

You groaned.

"Come on. You won't even have to talk to him. How many times have you two talked at dinner?"

You frowned. "Probably more than you would expect."

Now that you thought of it, Tommy had always found a way to exchange a few words with you after dinner about the most random topics. You had always enjoyed those moments. Talking with him was nice. He didn't smile a lot, not like before the war, but he had always been kind to you. You had always thought he did that just for John's sake, so you had never considered him a friend or anything. In addition to that, the huge crush you had had on him had made it hard to be as comfortable with him as you were with the rest of the family. You had completely overcome that now, though. Still, the awkwardness was hard to shake off.

John bumped his shoulders into yours, bringing you back to the present. "The kids will be a pain if you don't come."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

When you stepped into the Shelbys' household the following evening, you got surrounded by John's kids. They either hugged you, pulled you somewhere, or screamed at you about their day. You loved them, but they could be a lot. Finally, Ada came to save you, and you smiled gratefully at her. She hugged you and invited you to follow her to the kitchen where all the others were. Tommy was missing, and you felt relief flooding you. You hadn't even finished greeting everyone when the front door opened. Little Finn ran to welcome the newcomer. You held your breath and your eyes found John's on the other side of the room. He looked guilty. You frowned, but before you could take him aside to ask what he had done, Tommy walked into the kitchen with Finn in his arms. When you turned towards him, he was already looking at you and you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word in greeting. Your lips stayed still.

John grinned triumphantly.

"Let's sit and eat," Polly said, setting the pot in the centre of the table.

While she served, everyone took a seat, and somehow you found yourself next to Tommy. John had taken the seat that was usually reserved for you and you had to take his. Now you understood the look you had seen in his eyes earlier. You would punch him later.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but it's something." Tommy's murmur was drowned by the others chatting and you would have missed it too if you hadn't been so close to him.

You pretended you hadn't heard and instead thanked Polly for filling your plate.

For the whole dinner, you did everything you could to forget Thomas was there. You chatted with everyone, complimented Polly for her cooking, asked Esme how she could be so patient with all those troublemakers around, glared at John multiple times, joked with the kids, even taking one of them on your lap when he wanted to show you the small gap in his smile left by the tooth he had lost a couple of days earlier.

Tommy stayed silent for the most part, as usual. He commented on a thing here or there and messed with the kids for a little fun. You could always feel his gaze on you. His eyes might have been the colour of ice, but sure as hell, you could feel them burn on your skin. He saw to it so that your glass was never empty, and even if you remembered distinctly rejecting him that day at the Garrison, it seemed like he hadn't gotten the memo, although he had probably just decided to ignore it because Tommy Shelby only ever played by his rules.

After dinner, the children went off somewhere to play while Polly and Esme washed the dishes. Ada had excused herself saying she was tired and she would go to bed early, but you were pretty sure she would climb out of the window to go see Freddy. Arthur took out a bottle of rum and filled four glasses.

"I should go, actually," you announced, getting up.

"No way!"

"Oh come on, you can stay for a nightcap."

John, who was now sitting next to you, pulled on your arm and you sat back down with a sigh. Arthur grinned and a small, pleased smile appeared on Tommy's face. You wanted to slap it away. Instead, you glared at him and grabbed his cigarette case to take one in retaliation. It only caused his smile to grow.

You put the cigarette between your lips and scowled at him when he leaned in touching the end of your cigarette with his to light it up. You hated how your heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to your cheeks. You inhaled and pulled back quickly, missing the looks Arthur and John had exchanged seconds earlier.

You exhaled the smoke and quickly downed your glass, making John snort. You pushed the glass towards Arthur, silently asking for a refill. He chuckled and shook his head but poured you another glass. Tommy was looking at the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes. Once again you did your best to ignore him.

"Seeing a girl tonight? Is that why you're in a hurry?" Arthur teased.

You felt Tommy tense next to you, but you couldn't be sure and you didn't dare turn to look at him, not wanting to give yourself away.

You waved a hand. "I'm leaving them all to you, Arthur."

That made him laugh. "That's wise."

"You should have it easy now that Johnny is taken," you commented. Then you turned towards Tommy. "What about you, Thomas? I bet you have all the girls falling for you. What is it? Nobody is good enough for the great Thomas Shelby?" you teased.

"You're the only person who calls him that," John commented amusedly.

"And aunt Pol when she's angry," Arthur added.

Tommy stared at you seriously.

When you had given up on waiting for a reply and went to take a sip of your rum, Tommy finally spoke. "I already have my eyes on someone," he said quietly.

You choked on the rum and coughed. John patted your back. "You alright?"

You nodded and pulled at the collar of your shirt, although it didn't really do anything to help your situation. You did your best to compose yourself while Tommy tried to hide a small amused smile behind his cigarette.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" you asked when you finally managed to breathe again.

Arthur's boisterous laugh filled the room. "That would be some change."

Tommy paid him no mind and kept his glacial eyes on you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Both his reply and Arthur's comment confused you. Before you could inquire further, you heard John's glass clink on the table, soon followed by Arthur's. Your eyes snapped to them as they got up.

"We're headin' to the Garrison. Are you coming?" Arthur asked.

"Uh... no. I should really go. I have work tomorrow."

John patted your back. "See you tomorrow?"

You nodded and they left. The last conversation had made you forget about John's guilty look at the beginning of the night.

You suddenly realized they had left you alone with Tommy. You cleared your throat and put out your cigarette into the ashtray, then downed the rest of your rum.

"I should really go."

You got up, but so did Tommy. He killed his cigarette. "I'll show you to the door."

You nodded stiffly and walked to the door. When you stopped at the hanger to get your coat, you found him closer than expected and your heart picked up.

"You like horses, don't you?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. You hated how cool he was about everything.

You nodded.

"You should come to the races once."

"Have you forgotten I go there for work sometimes?"

"Not for work."

Not again.

"It's not something I enjoy watching," you said shortly, then opened the door, anxious to leave that hallway that had never looked so small in your whole life.

"You might change your mind."

"I don't think I will," you insisted dryly, looking at him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message that you were talking about the whole situation.

You were doing everything you could to avoid Tommy, and it was not working. On the contrary, he was everywhere. He would pass by your house every time you were leaving for work and he would offer to walk or drive you there. You refused every time. You would meet him as you were walking by the cut. You would see him at a pub he had never frequented before. You even saw him at the market a couple of times. When you saw him in church you thought you were hallucinating. It seemed like the universe was working against you, but it was only Tommy Shelby, and maybe his family.

You opened the door and he held it open for you. "It's not a no."

You were surprised to find a little box on your desk at work on Monday. You looked around to see if any of your colleagues had noticed anything. They seemed to be minding their business as usual. You returned your attention to the box and opened it. A precious pocket watch was laid there, with a piece of paper. You picked up the note. You didn't recognize the handwriting. It read "counting the seconds to the moment you'll accept my offer."

John always found a way to mention him. He had never talked about Tommy as much as he had in the last few weeks. You pretended not to notice. You hoped Tommy would just give up at some point. How wrong you were.

You crushed the note in your fist and rolled your eyes, closing the box vehemently and shoving it in the only drawer in your desk that had a key. You locked it up. You thought you would deal with that later, but it was a busy day and you forgot until the next morning when something else was waiting for you on your desk.

It was your favourite book from when you were a kid. It was about horses. They were your favourite animals and obviously, Tommy somehow knew. You opened it and on the first page, with the same handwriting from yesterday's note, there was written "I think you'd really like to meet my horses. Think about it."

That evening you went to the Shelbys, hoping to find Tommy and give him back his presents. When Ada opened the door, you walked past her hastily.

You heard one of your colleagues calling you, so you quickly closed the book and threw it into the drawer where you had left the watch.

"Where is Thomas?" you asked looking for him around the house, startling the others, confused by your manners so out of character.

"He isn't back yet," Ada said, closing the door to follow you into the kitchen.

You let yourself fall down into a chair with a groan and discarded your hat on the table.

"Hello to you too," Polly piped up.

"Hi Pol, I'm sorry, but your nephew is trying to ruin me."

"Tommy?" Esme asked frowning. She wasn't a fan of him, but she was quite sure he would never do anything to ruin you.

"What are you talking about?" Polly asked taking a seat next to you.

"He is just being over dramatic." John waved a hand. You glared at him.

"Let him talk." Ada slapped his arm, making him roll his eyes. "What did Tommy do?"

You suddenly sobered up. You couldn't tell them. They wouldn't approve. You shook your head and got up. "It's nothing. I should just talk to him. I'm sure we can fix this."

"Where are you going? Stay for dinner." Polly stopped you gently.

Before you could refuse and leave, someone knocked.

Ada went to open the door.

"Hello, Ada." Thomas.

Ada was already telling him you were there looking for him when you walked up to him, hat in hand. He smiled smugly at you.

"Thought you would last longer," he commented.

You just looked at him as if you wanted to kill him.

Ada's eyes moved between the two of you.

"Would you mind leaving us, Ada?" Tommy asked, without taking his eyes away from you.

She rolled her eyes but did as she had been asked.

Once she was gone, you pulled the gifts out of your coat and shoved them into Tommy's chest. "You can take these back and leave me alone."

His hand raised slowly to take a hold of the items and he glanced down at them. "You didn't like them?"

"That's not the point. Stop fucking trying to ruin me. If I'm such a huge problem for you, why don't you pay my superior to transfer me somewhere else? Do you really hate me so much just because I'm not on your fucking payroll?"

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to ruin you."

"Really? Because sending me gifts at work tells me otherwise."

"I really am into you."

You scoffed. "Sure."

"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" his voice, quiet as usual, seemed to fill the entire house. Only then you realized the chatter that previously came from the kitchen had stopped. You glanced that way, then looked back at Tommy.

You lowered your voice. "If you care for me, stop this."

For the first time since you knew him, Tommy looked like he didn't know what to say.

You didn't wait for a reply. You just headed to the door, stopping in your tracks when Polly's voice came from the kitchen. "You're not staying for dinner?"

It was clear the others had listened in on your conversation.

You sighed. "Maybe next time."

You opened the door and stepped outside, putting your hat on.

Polly's interjection had given Tommy enough time to come up with something to say.

"Just give me one chance," he said quickly before you could leave. "We can go out of the city with the horses tomorrow afternoon. Nobody will see us. If after that you still want me to leave you alone, I will."

You turned to look at him and you hated yourself for being so weak.

The following day was nerve-wracking. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the date. The anxiety was eating at you. Part of you didn't want that afternoon to arrive, and another part was looking forward to it.

"One chance. Then you will leave me alone."

Time would not stop flowing for your sake, and soon you were making your way to meet with him out of the city. You asked the driver to drop you off way before the meeting point and walked the rest of the way.

Tommy was waiting for you with two horses. He smiled when he saw you, and you didn't know if it was knowing that this was the last chance you had given him or if that was actually the most genuine and happiest smile you had ever seen on his lips.

You smiled back. It was a very different smile from his. It was small and it had a hint of sadness to it. You wished this was real, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

Without a word you got on the horses and guided them through the countryside. Sometimes Tommy would stop to show you something. He told you about his love for the countryside and that he would love to live there one day. He liked the idea of being surrounded by green fields and animals, especially horses, a passion the two of you shared. When you asked why he was so in love with the countryside, he explained that it made him feel closer to his mother. That was where her people lived and where she had grown up.

You hadn't realized, but at some point, you had relaxed. You and Tommy talked, joked, laughed and raced each other. Before you noticed the sun was setting. Tommy suggested you stopped to enjoy the view before heading back.

You got off the horses and sat down on the grass. You stayed silent for a while, simply admiring the colours of the sky. When you turned to look at Tommy, he was already watching you. You stared at each other for a few long moments before he cleared his voice and looked away.

"What's the verdict, then?" he finally asked, not looking at you.

"I had a good time with you," you admitted easily.

"But?"

"Is this really what you want? This life is... not great. So if you ever liked a girl in your life I suggest you go back to her and give it one more try."

"It's always been you and I know you are scared, but I sincerely don't give a fuck if you are a policeman or if you aren't on my payroll. We made arrangements to do our things when you're not on patrol just so you wouldn't have to arrest any of us. It wasn't much trouble. You are important to me, to all of us. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Your brain had gotten stuck on the first few words. "Always?"

"What?"

"You said it's always been me."

"Yes."

"Then why now?"

"Because I found out only recently that you like boys."

You frowned. "How did you find out?"

"I saw you with a man one night, in the alley behind the Garrison," he admitted.

"Oh... Right. So John didn't tell you."

"No, not a word. He would rather cut his own arm off than betray you."

"I know," you replied relaxing.

"But you thought he had told me."

"Maybe he had mentioned when he was drunk." You shrugged.

"I promise he didn't."

You nodded.

"I've had a crush on you for a while too," you said, still looking at him. You had long forgotten about the sunset. How could you look at something as trivial as the sun when you had Tommy Shelby right beside you?

"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.

You smiled and nodded. "It's impossible not falling for you."

He leaned closer but stopped a few inches away from your face. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Fucking finally Tommy, dinner was getting cold," Polly's voice came from the kitchen as you followed him inside the house that night.

"What are you waiting for, then?" was all that came out of your lips before they met his.

"Sorry Pol," he replied taking little Finn in his arms and putting his cap on his youngest brother.

He reached for your hand with his free one after you had hung your coat. You took it, although nervously. He had assured you that his whole family knew about him and that they would accept you but after a lifetime of being careful about everything you did and said, you couldn't just stop.

Tommy kissed your temple, hoping that would help your nerves.

You smiled at him, then winked at Finn who grinned back.

Tommy led you to the kitchen. "We have a guest," he announced. Everyone turned to look at you, and your grip tightened on Tommy's hand. They all seemed surprised.

"But it's not S-" Arthur was cut off by John shoving his elbow into his brother's ribs.

That seemed enough to shake Polly out of her surprise. "Of course!" She hugged you smiling. "You're always welcome."

You felt your nervousness melt away and hugged her back. "Thanks, Pol."

She pulled back and turned to her nephew, pointing a finger at him. "If you hurt him, Thomas Shelby, I'll make you pay for it."

"What?! Why are you telling me?" he asked putting Finn down.

"Well, because he would never do anything bad," she replied without even thinking about it.

"Wait, aunt Pol. He is my best friend, I should be the one to give Tommy the talk."

Tommy shook his head. "This is absurd."

"Come on, I'm sure he is more than capable to look after himself."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with Ada.

"And I'm sure Tommy won't do anything he might regret unless he wants to have the whole family against him," she added crossing her arms and glaring at him.

You sighed and turned to look at Tommy. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them."

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"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

- Thomas Shelby

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

pronoun: gender neutral, they/them

You only had to take a glance at the face by the bar before you collected a glass and poured some whiskey in. Scud flashed a charming smile and curled his fingers around the glass, lifting it and tilting it in your direction.

"You know me well, don't you?" His smile, although teasing, still had genuineness to it. You chuckled and shrugged lightly, tossing the white rag over your shoulder. You tried to ignore the fact Tommy's head turned in your direction upon hearing your laugh.

"You come in nearly everyday, Scud. Harry would fire me if I didn't know your usual by now."

"Nah," Scud smacked his lips after taking a sip of his whiskey. "Tommy wouldn't allow that."

Your lips pressed together tightly, eyes flickering over to the Shelby as he stood up from the booth and strode across the pub to stand beside his cousin. He clapped Scud over the shoulder and Scud dipped his head, sending a wink in your direction before he stepped away from the bar.

"Caught his attention, have you? Tell me all about it." Tommy's lip curled up, bright blue eyes trained on his retreating cousin. You snorted quietly and poured him some whiskey as well, setting the bottle aside and leaning forward on the bar.

"Since when does Tommy Shelby care for gossip?"

"I oughta know when it concerns my family." Tommy looked back at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words. He pinched his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his cup, maintaining eye contact as he drank.

"Uh huh."

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he quietly chuckled into his cup, setting it back down and bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tommy had always been a hard to read individual. Always keeping a steely exterior with everyone, even those closest to him. But you'd seen it begin to crack over time throughout your interactions.

Poking his head into the pub, Arthur swept his gaze over everyone present before he finally spotted his brother. "Tommy!" He called and Tommy's amusement disappeared, glancing in the direction of his brother and humming. Drinking the rest of his whiskey and bumming out his cigarette, he slapped a coin on the bar and gave you a small grin.

"Keep it."

"What will I ever do without you, Tommy?" Your sarcastic words got another chuckle out of him and he adjusted his hat, attention lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned back to his brother. You watched him leave through the doors and picked up the coin from the table, digging your teeth into your bottom lip in hopes of biting back the pleased smile threatening to appear on your face.

"I've seen that look before. What's cookin' between you two?" Harry appeared at your side from seemingly thin air, amusement written all over his face. You clicked your tongue and stuffed the coin in your pocket.

"Nothin', Harry. Get back to work."

"I should be tellin' you that."

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Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male Reader

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Authors note: It’s finally here, the last part of the Doctor Hemlock series 🥲. The inspiration was gained by watching; Oppenheimer ( because cillian ) S6 of peaky blinders and Story of Dracula. I mashed up all of these together and wanted to come up with something slight angsty and fluff towards the end? I’m thinking about making this short series into an actual multi chapter series with better explanation and view of their relationship, but I’d get into too much detail and lore of Hemlock. Anyways, please enjoy this last shot, I apologize for any history stuff I’m a huge history nerd which is why I enjoyed watching Oppenheimer.

Summary: The final part of the Doctor Vampire series.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of death, turning, history buff, language, mentions of WW2, marriage, past trauma, Oppenheimer reference, Thomas says his last farewell, character death, mentions of the future and past, kissing, slight mentions of blood, mentions of sexual assault.

Word count: 3.3k

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December 1933

It’s been a a year since he escaped Oswalds grasp, doing things that he was not proud of while under the mans watch. He can still smell the rotten blood along with the sweat of other men who used him for their desires. After Oswald’s huge win on the nazi party he was finally let go under terrible conditions. He’s been locked away for months without the knowledge of knowing what happened to the Shelby family—what happened to Thomas.

After Oswald had won his way into the Nazi Campaign he was finally let go, tossed out from the basement that he was locked in after a year of torture and pain, unable to fight his way through without people taking notice of his existence as a vampire. The world wasn’t ready for it and he couldn’t risk it, not when he agreed to work under Oswald in order to keep the Shelby family safe and alive or so he thought.

Y/n went missing on the day that Polly was killed, for 4 years he was never to be seen again and leaving a bad impression on Thomas making him believe that he had left the family or had betrayed him, having no idea that he was trying to find his own ways to keep the Shelby family from losing anymore people. During his time locked up he heard very little of the family whenever Oswald paid him a visit, feeding him like usual and talking so highly about his latest wins and victories in politics and it letting it be known that he was reaching the high chair and reaching the top.

For a four years he remembered the smell of blood and vomit; Oswald was feeding him, but not correctly. The cruel man would bring innocent people to him in order to feed, knowing damn well that the vampire didn’t drink fresh human blood. He found ways to balance his diet without drinking from another human being after the first time he did. Feeling disgusted with himself he had no choice but to feed if he wanted to make it out of this place alive.

He remembers the cries of the people he drank from, lips covered in their blood as the life in their eyes die out. Once Oswald was satisfied with the results he left him alone with the corpse in his cell, letting him rot in guilt while vomiting up the blood he drank knowing that it wouldn’t do him any better. For four years he faced the torture of Oswalds men for those four years he was forced to lie about Thomas medical condition, making up fake reports of a disease in order to trick Thomas into thinking that he was dying.

For Oswald to get rid of his number one enemy and competitor.

After being released he spent his time looking for the Shelby family only to find nothing. Thomas was gone and so was the rest of his family. No trace of the family was left behind it was as if they all disappeared into thin air, leaving him on his own again. For the first few months he remained hidden from the public’s eye, not wanting to be recognized as the missing doctor of Birmingham. It felt like old times again, having to hide from the people as the years went on. As time moved forward he remained the same, having to adapt into the new century to come.

He watched as the world went on, watched as the fascists won and continued to rage on war onto their own people. It felt like history was repeating itself and he was there to witness it like always. It wasn’t until he noticed the news of Oswalds wedding, marrying the horrendous women that showed in the picture of the newspaper that his hand gripped. His blood boiled in anger at the thought of Oswald getting everything he wanted while he remained on his own, losing the only family he had left.

With rage blinding him he made his way towards the nearest place that could help him get to Oswald faster. Finding his way to Holford’s home, knowing that the man replaced him into becoming Thomas’ doctor for the past 3 years in order to get closer to the Shelby man.

Y/n had entered the property, ignoring the workers protest of him not being allowed inside as he walks further into the place, looking for the doctor until he hears a gun shot go off, getting his attention. He’s quick to rush towards the noise, standing at the entrance of a tunnel only to see the one person he never thought he would ever see again. He’s frozen in place, eyes wide while he stares into Thomas blue eyes.

Thomas stood at the other end of the tunnel, frozen in disbelief as he shakes his head slowly and murmurs to himself. “I’m seeing things.” He had seen his dead daughter and now he’s seeing a dead man that he once trusted with his whole life, telling himself that it wasn’t real.

“You’re in my head.” He says again only this time Y/n finally speaks up.

“Thomas?”

His voice was the same since Thomas last heard it, soft and warm. He wants to tell himself that it wasn’t real and that he died many years ago only for him to feel a warm pair of arms thrown around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Thomas stumbled back in his step, clearly in shock. His hands shook and his breath grew ragged.

“Hemlock?”

The doctor nods into Thomas shoulder, holding tight as Thomas gently placed a hand onto his back, feeling his heart beat. The feeling brings Thomas to tears, breaking down in front of them as his arm fully pulls him close.

Y/n knew that Thomas never cried unless needed too and he never judged the man for it as the two stand in the middle of the tunnel, holding each other close.

One relieved to have found someone they cared for and the other relieved to know that they haven’t lost everything.

—

Thomas and Y/n had gotten far away from Holfords place, out on the hilltop where Thomas’ carriage burned in flames. Instead of Thomas running instead to save what he had of his family he instead mounted his horse with Y/n climbing behind him as they road off towards the hills, far away from the place. The ride between the two was in silence, Y/n had his forehead pressed against Tommy’s back, one arm around his torso while Thomas held the reigns with one hand and the other holding onto Y/n’s arm, wanting reassurance that he wasn’t seeing things again.

The warmth of his hand was enough for Thomas to know that he wasn’t dreaming.

It doesn’t take long for them to arrive near a lake, dismounting the horse in silence as Tommy ties the reigns and Y/n sits near the river, watching the fish swim and the water run downhill. He feels Thomas sit next to him as the two remain close to each other.

The silence is later broken by Thomas. “You disappeared, thought you died.” He began, he played with the pocket watch he held between his fingers. “I went looking for you after Polly died—I knew how much she meant to you and had to tell you, but you weren’t are the hospital nor at your house.”

Y/n’s focus is still on the fish remembering that it was the same day that he was taken by Oswald’s men, captured and locked away.

“I asked Alfie if he knew where you were and he didn’t.” Thomas licks his dry lips. “I thought Oswald got to you and killed you, but your a vampire you can’t kill one easily—“

“Oswald took me that night.” Y/n cuts in, interrupting Thomas and getting his attention. He doesn’t look away from the river. “Oswald knew I was a vampire…his ancestors hunted us for years and he followed into their footsteps. When he found out that I was associated with you and your family he took advantage and threatened me, used me, and I—“ He looks down, holding back the guilty tears as he speaks. “He told me that he wouldn’t hurt any of you if I left with him and I agreed.”

The silence that Thomas was giving him was enough for him to keep his eye focused elsewhere, not daring to look at the man that possibly hated him only to gasp when Thomas reached out to touch his hand, getting him to look up at the other man who only stared at him with eyes full of tears. “I thought you died.”

Y/n shakes his head. “I could have…”

Thomas held his hand tight the two siting close to each other as they listen to the river run.

“We’re both dead to the world and we both lost.” Said Thomas.

After finding out that his disease wasn’t true he had the ability to turn back to his family, but after a month of being gone is possible that everyone thought that he had killed himself. Everyone knew that Thomas Shelby wasn’t going to allow a disease to slowly kill him and would much rather put a bullet in his own head. His family and friends probably think he’s dead already and knows that he couldn’t return to them, not after everything he put them through.

Y/n knew that he wouldn’t have much time with Thomas, having to live on without him. Thomas will pass on and he will move forward, watching as the world grows. “What now?” He blurts out. Y/n usually had things planned and out and knew what to do for the next hundred years, but after what happened in the past five he felt lost.

Thomas was the same.

He was always two steps ahead of everyone, now he felt like he was two steps behind. “I don’t know…” His response was honest he really didn’t know.

The vampire sighs while the two stared ahead, lost in thought and unknown to them on whats to come next. The cold weather was approaching and soon the hills will be covered in snow and new life will start again once spring hits. Y/n had spent years watching the world move on while he stayed the same, having to change every new century, befriend new people, watch them die, and repeat the cycle again. Only this time, he couldn’t do it again, not alone.

—

“What’s it like?”

“It’s like falling asleep and then you wake up.”

Thomas chuckled, head on the doctors lap as he stares at the night sky, stars shining down on them.

“There’s no turning back, Tommy.”

He rolls up his sleeve.

“I know.”

He bites into his own flesh, blood coating his lip.

“Then you know what you’ll face? It’s harder than it sounds.”

“Am I going to be alone?”

The doctor faintly smiles. “No.”

“Good.”

Their lips finally seal together.

—

December 1954

Y/n was sitting in the living room a copy of Times in his hand as he reads through the article, pen in hand and biting down on it in concentration. “Who would have thought that in 20 years a bomb big enough to wipe out an entire city could be seen as the worlds biggest threat.” He speaks out loud, flipping the magazine page as he reads through the article of the “Grandfather of the atomic bomb” news had spread around the world that America had used an atomic bomb to target Japan.

Killing thousands of innocent people.

War was nothing new to Y/n and has seen it for many years and it always end the same with millions of lives being lost due to politics that he never liked or partook into. Whenever he was invited to parties or event during his time as a doctor he was always dragged into political conversations, always finding a way out of it and leaving the crowd before it got too serious for him to handle.

The doctor sighs and closed the Time’s magazine before tossing it onto the empty space on the couch. Until a pair of pale hands picks up the copy. “If you hate it so much why read it?” asked Thomas as he sits next to the other man, reading the magazine in his hand while the other held a cup of tea, taking a small sip as he reads the cover.

It’s been twenty years since Y/n had turned Thomas.

Twenty years since they’ve moved to the states and started new lives.

Thomas looked healthier than he used too and was still adjusting to life as a vampire, learning Y/n’s diet and consuming human foods whenever he pleases. Due to him looking healthier he also looked young for a sixty year old man, the thought merely makes the doctor chuckle since he, himself, was far older than Thomas.

“Perhaps I should stop reading the papers.” He comments, siting back in his spot while lying his head against the cushions while watching Thomas flip through the magazine.

Y/n remembers the first few years of Thomas adjustments, watching as life went on while he stayed frozen in time and struggling with his thirst. Y/n had promised him that he would be with him along the way and wasn’t going to break it, teaching Thomas how to feed and starting his own diet. Before the two left for the states, Thomas had watched over his family and watched as they moved on with their lives, making changes to his company and using the funds that he gave to them for their own children. He watched Arthurs struggle of losing another brother only to heal with the support of his wife, Lizzie and Charlie both move to the country side were she was able to relax from the chaos and death she faced, while Ada remained a widow with her two sons, still lost in the dark from Thomas not telling her the truth as to why he left.

Thomas always felt guilty for not telling her, but she had been through so much that he couldn’t bring himself to tell her and thought that leaving without saying anything would make things easier for him only it didn’t. He bid his silent farewells to his brother and sister before traveling across the ocean and to the states where both Y/n and Thomas were able to start over.

Y/n had caught Thomas outside siting on the porch every night since arriving to America, unable to sleep as he thought about his family. Y/n’s couldn’t blame him and knew what it felt like to leave everything behind, knowing that he couldn’t be present without letting it be known that they were vampires, but with time Thomas grew adjusted to the changes.

“Science takes you everywhere.” Thomas sighs out deeply while setting the magazine down and turning to face Y/n who was already looking at him with a faint smile on his lips, causing the other to furrow his brows.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Y/n shakes his head softly. “It’s nothing.” He repeats himself, clearly proud and admiring Thomas.

“Very well…” Thomas slowly raised the cup of tea to his lips as the sun hits the silver ring he wore on his left hand, getting the vampires attention as his eyes followed the gleaming ring. Not only had Y/n turned Thomas, but the two had secretly gotten married a few years back, knowing that it was illegal for same sex marriage to occur and resulted in terrible consequences that both Y/n and Thomas did their own ceremony in private.

The two wore their own silver rings and would often be asked who their ‘wives’ were when they attend neighborhood parties or work parties and the two always found ways to change the conversation, throwing them off from knowing their marriage.

Perhaps in the future they’ll be able to get officially married?

“Any new patients?”

Y/n hums in questioning, getting pulled out of his thoughts when hearing Thomas ask about his work. “There all the same, mostly soldiers that have gotten back from the war.” He explains. “A few are still struggling with the shit they’ve been through.”

“I know what that’s like.”

Thomas knew of the second war that was raging on with Germany and the amount of lives lost.

The two had lost Alfie in that war and knew how close Y/n was with the man that the news devastated him. The doctor kept his distance for a few days, letting the news sink in before he could accept the fact that Alfie was gone.

“Now Russia is targeting America, think will live through this one too?” Thomas chuckled at his words, lips forming into a small smile. “I think will be fine.”

Who would have thought that they would make it through a Cold War.

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January 2023

“—successful companies don’t just happen. Success requires nurturing, year after year, to assure that customers expectation not only are met, but also are exceeded. For this weeks assignment I want you all to research about any company or business that has succeed and to reasoning as to why.”

Thomas hears the rustling of bags being packed and the sound of laptops and notebooks being closed making him check the watch he wore and noticing that he went over ten minute of his class time. “I seem to have gone over my limit.” He chuckled, before dismissing his class. For years, Thomas had done different jobs; working in bars, politics, gambling, assassination, stay at home husband, and various others throughout the last sixty years.

He never thought that he’d enjoy being a professor and teaching business, having started when Y/n convinced him to give it a try due to his knowledge in business and knowing how to handle one since he used to own the Shelby Company.

It didn’t take Thomas long to get the job as a business professor.

His first semester only had twenty students, due to him being new not many students joined his class until the second semester hit. His list of students tripled surprising him by how much changed in such a short time.

When he told Y/n about it the doctor only grinned whiling telling him that his students tripled because of his good looks and not because of his lesson, but Thomas refused to believe his words and continued his teachings, oblivious to the fact that his husband was in fact correct and that majority of his students were only there for him.

“Is the professor available for a date?”

Thomas is startled by the sudden question, looking up from his paperwork to see Y/n standing on the other side of the desk, hands inside the pockets of the jacket he wore while a smirk spreads across his face.

“I have some papers to grade, but I can leave that on hold.” Thomas smiles in return while putting his stuff in his brief case while the doctor waits for him. In the last sixty years, Thomas never would have thought that he would see the world advance in such a way, watching the newer generation make changes to their own future, seeing things that he never thought he would see.

Even though Thomas was still stuck with his old ways he tried his best to fit in with the new world, having aged just a bit but not a lot to show how old he was really getting. He was in his hundreds alongside with Y/n, sticking together.

Once Thomas is done putting the papers inside his brief case along with the laptop he bought awhile back due to his old one no longer working properly. “Shall we go?” He raises a brow to Y/n who chuckled. “I’m always ready.”

He locks their arms together as the two walk out of the empty room.

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Arthur Shelby

Peaky blinders (2013)

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issdisgrace · 9 months

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Shit I'm sorry I didn't notice the request info-

Okay, can I please request Thomas Shelby x Tall and buff male reader who's the sweetest thing on earth but has one "flaw".

He's too damn handsy. Place, time, people, pffff, suit, shirt, naked, he doesn't care.

He just really loves Thomas man tits and his ass.

Not in a teasing way, it just makes him relax.

Just Thomas's reaction and how he's dealing with it. Whatever.

Thank you~ 💕

4 TIMES MR. HANDSY STRUCK

WARNINGS: Accidental groping, purposeful groping, swearing, yeah thats about it.

A/N: I hope you like this. I had a fun time writing this, so please feel free to request again.

Y/n was a tall and buff man. He looked like he could kill anyone without a second thought. But in reality, he was the kindest and sweetest thing to ever walk the earth. He was a gentle giant in all senses of the word. But there was one thing about the man that many would consider a flaw. It was the fact that he was handsy, very handsy when it came to his partner, Thomas Shelby. The man couldn’t keep his hands off Tommy. So here are 4 scenes in which Y/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Walking down the streets of Birmingham on the way to The Garrison. It was quiet and peaceful; the sun had actually been out. Unlike most other days in Birmingham. Y/n had his arm wrapped around Tommy’s waist as they walked, casually talking. Tommy hadn’t realized Y/n’s hand slipping closer and closer to his ass until the man squeezed it, causing Tommy to yelp in surprise.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, that all.”

Tommy says brushed it off, and the two continued their walk.

The Garrison was loud with hustle and bustle of the man drinking inside. In a corner booth sat the Shelby family and, of course, Y/n. The family talked and drank, Y/n adding in every once in a while not want to interrupt those who were speaking. Y/n threw his arm overs Tommy’s shoulder and continued onto listening to the conversation at hand. Without even realized himself, his hand moved down and now was on Tommy’s chest. It wasn’t until John made a joke about it out that he and Tommy realized.

“Y/n, you done feeling up my brother for the night? It’s a bit distracting.”

Y/n’s face flushed, and he quickly unwrapped his arm around Tommy, covering his face in pure embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He mumbled in his hands as the family had a laugh.

It was sometime after 10pm when Y/n managed to covince Tommy to call it quits for the night and join him in bed. Y/n sat in bed paeintly waiting for Tommy to be done with his night routine and join him. Eventually Tommy join him and they curled up togeather. They talked for a little bit until Tommy relized Y/ns hands found there way to his chest.

"My prince, can you explain to me how your hands always seem to find my chest."

"I'm sorry. I didnt mean to."

"Shh. It is ok my prince. Im just curious."

"I dont know. I guess touching them grounds me. It makes sure i know that everyting going on is real. But i guess it also calms me. I'm sorry if i make you uncomfortable. I can stop."

"Its fine my prince. I dont mind."

Tommy was hosting a party for the Peaky Blinders in order to celebrate some of their new achievements. The rowdy men happily drank the beer that was in the house and chatted. Tommy leaned against the bar, talking to Polly when Y/n came up behind him, grabbing his ass gently with both hands. Then resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy turned his head slightly to look at you.

“Do you need anything, my prince?”

“No, just a little bored.”

“Ok.” Tommy said, then returning to talk to Polly.

The Shelbys, minus Tommy, who was nowhere to be seen, were sitting around having a drink at The Garrison

“Is it me or is Y/n really handsy with Tommy? I feel like half the time I see him with him, he’s either grabbing Tommy’s butt or his chest. It’s fucking weird.” Arthur slurs slightly, the alcohol getting to him a bit.

“Oh no, he is. You're definitely not imaging it, Arthur.” Ada says.

“Sometimes I think the poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s doing.” Polly adds in.

“Its fucking funny as hell. Have you seen the way some newcomers react when they see it happening? It’s fucking priceless. Their eyes get all wide and shit and they look like they’ve seen the most traumatic thing in the world.” John said.

“I’ve heard some newcomers people ask around, asking if it was a normal thing.” Finn adds.

“I know it’s also grate to see their reactions when they're told it’s a normal occurrence.” John says. After he says that, out of nowhere Tommy appearing

“What are we discussing this fine evening?”

“Nothing.” The other Shelby boys say at the same time like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

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this is the part where you hear me out...

so we all know and love the whole trope of tommy dating just the kindest, most ditzy girl. i love that. any fics, i love them, but hear me out, hear me out on this, tommy dating just the sweetest, most adorably dumb boy.

like tommy's lover would ask tommy questions that are very easy to answer but tommy takes a second only because sometime his love doesn't understand tommy's answer. tommy is a sucker for a pretty face with empty space behind it. bonus points if that pretty face is loyal. tommy's darling would be permanently in tommy's lap while tommy does work, absolutely content to just sit there and let tommy do his thing. he would know that tommy does want him around and tommy never means to be mean when tommy calls his darling prince dumb, he knows that tommy means it endearingly.

tommy would absolutely love if his ditzy boy is also very needy. perfect combination for him. tommy could just lay back and watch his normally confused boyfriend fuck himself on tommy's cock with such skill. if tommy wasn't so possessive of his property (read his boyfriend) he would ask Alfie to let him study the way his love moves. almost like he was strategic about how he went around pleasing the man he loved. tommy would remind him a lot "how can a pretty boy so dumb look so smart while bouncing on my cock, eh?" and that would just get his prince to stick his face into tommy's neck to hide his embarrassment. these little teasing sessions would just end with tommy cooing that 'just because you're a little ditzy handsome, doesn't mean I don't love you. you think i don't love you, eh?' and with tommy's sunshine finally uncurling himself and gently kissing tommy's temple reminding him that 'if you ever stop loving me, i'm so ditzy, i probably won't notice.' tommy would chuckle and remind him that will never happen and that it's hard to get rid of a shelby once they've gotten their hands on a pretty face like his.

i think im a little too gay for the shelby boys. @birminghamshelbyboys do you think so? need a second opinon to be honest @atsv-enthusiast or you, but you kinda already know i am

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marksbear · 1 year

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Hello!! I hope you’re doing well <3 I was wondering if I could request a Thomas Shelby x Male reader. Reader is the head of a gang from another town and known for being a sarcastic a-hole. His power is similar to Thomas‘ + he kinda has a thing for him and flirts nonstop whenever he gets the chance to interact with Tommy. The Reader never engaged in activities that would cause serious harm to the blinders but he provokes them from time to time just to get Tommys attention. He opens a Pub in the blinders territory and uses it for his own gang and then Shelby finally confronts him, is about to start a literal gang war after the big amount of provocation over the months but the reader just thinks him being mad is hot asf. They kinda start to argue and maybe you can add that the reader saved Tommys life in the war (but they were enemies on front lines) Tommy can only remember the tattoo his saviour has on the back of his hand. And then he sees the tattoo and instantly remembers.

I’d be so happy if you’d write it because I really love all your stories and I haven’t been reading anything else the last three days 🥲🥲

Hi! Thank you for loving my stories and thank you for even requesting my friend! I hope you like this one! And have a nice day!

THOMAS SHELBY X GANG LEADER MALE READER

Quick little background.

"L/N..." The last name that his been running around through everyone in Birmingham.

A new gang in a different town somehow caught almost everybody's attention in Birmingham. The town wasn't too far from Birmingham, but it was a good distance between both towns.

The gang has been doing many things. Like robbing banks from different towns, getting families out the streets, and what really caught everyone by surprise was a special types of business they ran.

They ran business/ motels full of prostitutes all of the workers different sizes and colors hell they even had men working for them. Some of the gang's bars weren't just regular bars they were gay.

And that's only the business side of them. The more known part of them was their leader. Y/n L/n. He was a sarcastic asshole who knew what he wanted and would do anything to get there. The gang have done cruel things to their enemies and sometimes allies.

The gang had gotten almost too powerful and reckless for only a short amount of time.

And sadly the Leader of the Peaky Blinders have gotten an earful about them everyday. Everyday there was a complaint about them from his men and other people. So to keep the peace Tommy had arranged a meeting with both leaders privately.

Background over!

Tommy walked inside the unfamiliar building with his hands deep inside his coat. Tommy's cold blue eyes looked around keeping note of how many men are patrolling.

Many people of different genders and colors of all sizes were moving around the building freely as they worked without a single sign of hate or discomfort. The workers played around, but got the job done.

"Mr Shelby?"

Tommy turns his head to the side looking at the woman. The woman had a bright smile and a hand out.

Hello, my name is Mrs Ramos it's a pleasure to finally meet." She says with a trusting smile as Tommy takes her hand shaking it. "Where's L/n?" Tommy says wasting no time.

"He's in his office sir. Please let me guide you." Mrs Ramos says already turning around walking leaving Tommy no room to talk.

"What's your relationship with Mr L/n?" Tommy says striking up a conversation.

"I'm his right hand's man wife on a more personal level. But here I'm the secretary around this place." She answers as she guides Tommy through many hallways and different rooms. Tommy hums as he digs inside his pocket for a cigarette.

"Here we are." Mrs Ramos says looking at Tommy to see his reaction to the name plate above the door.

"Y/N WHORE L/N" With bold bright letters above the door.

"Whore?" Tommy questions with a raised brow and a puzzled expression. Mrs Ramos tries to contain her giggles.

"One of his older nieces made it for him as a birthday gift." She says trying to help with the confusion as she pulls the door open for him.

Tommy looks at the long hallway as there are many people in seats waiting.

"Are these men waiting?" Tommy questions as he lights the cigarette taking a deep inhale.

"Yes sir. The boss put all his meetings on hold for yours. So whatever you two are talking about must be important. So just walk down that hallway you'll see the door and just step inside." The woman says before adding.

"Good luck Mr Shelby~" She says as if shes teasing him before turning around on her heels walking away.

The shelby inhales the smoke for one last time as as he walks inside the long hallway.

Tommy could feel all the men's eyes burn into them. Some with confusion and most with anger and hate. Tommy only ignores them and keeps walking straight ahead.

Soon enough Tommy reaches the door and opens inside his eyes meeting the back of who he's guessing Mr L/n's.

"How many times I've got to tell you fuckers to stop bothering me!" Mr L/n's shouts without even turning to see who it is.

"Mr L/n." Tommy says as he walks to the seat across from his desk.

Spinning his chair around looking at the man who just sat in his chair.

"Mr Shelby? I've thought you were one of those idiotic men outside my door. I should have known only people with cold stone hearts could open my door." Y/n jokes as he leans back into his chair.

"But I have to say... You're much prettier than the way that my man stalked you have described. But they did have one thing right. Your eyes are beautiful." Y/n says with a smile as he reaches inside his drawer getting to glasses.

"You sent people to stalk me?" Tommy says ignoring the way Y/n flirted so boldly.

"Naturally. I wanted to know who i'm going against. And especially now since they might just be my future partner.~" L/n flirts again as he pours whiskey into the glasses.

Y/n reaches the glass out putting the full glass of whiskey in front of Tommy.

As Y/n was doing it Tommy stared at the hand tattoo almost getting memorized by it. Y/n looked at Tommy's once cold eyes, but this time they were softened and warm less tense.

“You like my tattoo huh? Maybe you’ll like me more if I get one that has your name.” Y/n teases with a wink before taking his hand way putting it back to his side.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to flirt with me Mr L/n. Flirting isn't going to help any of our problems. Your charms won't foll me." Tommy says bluntly as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

Y/n bites the inside of his cheek thinking of a response before the smirk on his lips grows brighter.

"So, you think i'm charming?" Y/n responds back earning an annoyed groan from the Shelby. "Please. Lets get serious shall we?" "Okay fine. I won't make any promises about how long that'll last." Y/n jokes as he crosses his arms.

TIMESKIP

Months with past since the first meeting that the two head leaders of the separate gangs met. The meeting was long and deeply meaningful, it could have more meanings than just if Y/n would stop flirting and teasing.

Since the meeting Y/n started to become reckless and daring to get Thomas Shelby's attention.

Ever since then it has been The gang messing and provoking the Peaky Blinders. Like finding ways to ruin horse races, sending their men into the garrison, ruining the peace around Birmingham. The gang were being little shits and assholes to the blinders much to their leader request.

The leader Y/n had even walked Ada to her home acting like he was new to town.

Y/n started to buy some of the businesses around Birmingham. Like auto shops, Saloons, bars and such. Slowly invading the Peaky blinder area.

Others gangs noticed the tension between the two and started to pick sides.

What really pissed off the Blinders was when they built a new bar directly in the Peaky Blinder territory. They stole Garrison's customers and money that messed up everything.

It became clear to Thomas that Y/n clearly wanted his attention. But sadly Y/n had the wrong type of attention that anyone with some sense would not want from the shelby.

The Peaky Blinders were the first to start the war. Going to the bar that almost took them out of business and trashing it. Breaking and stealing whatever they found. But they didn't stop there. They burned the nearby business the gang owned. They even went as far to get the coopers on them.

People who had a nick of common sense sided with the Shelby's in fear that they'll be next, but somehow Y/n had loyal allies.

The allies Y/n had helped him rebuild the businesses and got the coopers off of his back.

Most thought Y/n and his gang learned their lesson, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

If only it seemed that it excited Y/n and the gang to create more problems.

During the course of months the gang war became more and more heated. Y/n's gang doing no serious harm to the other unlike the Peaky Blinders. Somehow even from the spilled blood the Blinders made Y/n remained calm and mischievous.

With all of that it leads to now.

Tommy was tied up to a chair. Blood stained his suit with bruises all over his body. For once. The shelby thought he was gonna die there. Help was nowhere to be seen.

A drip of blood falls from the head of Tommy landing onto his tied up hand.

Thomas was too weak to raise up his head. Pain overwhelmed his body.

He has been getting tortured for the past three days. He didn't want to give up completely, but damn he was close.

With footsteps coming from behind him Tommy knew who was inside the empty warehouse with him. It was his capture. Tommy could recognize that foot pattern from anywhere.

"Tsk tsk... No one is still here to save you huh Tom. Not even that dumb god you worship." The capture teases as he walks in front of the Shelby. The capture takes a hand full of Thomas hair yanking it forcing Thomas head up.

"You think the man you're at war with will be jealous that i'm the pain who gets to kill you?" He jokes as he uses his free hand to dig his thumb into a open cut on Tommy's cheek.

"You're so pathetic! Not even having enough to open your eyes fully." He degrades as he drops Tommy's hair.

"Its bout time I kill you tom." The capture says as he digs inside his coat pocket.

Finally finding what he needs the man is about to take his hand out of his pockets but before he can.

A gun shot rings to Tommy's ears. Tommy opens his eyes looking at his capture dead body in front of him. The hole in his head is proof that he's been shot from behind.

A different pair of footsteps walk towards Tommy and the dead man on the floor. The shooter kicks the man's dead body away giving him room to stand in front of Tommy.

The shooter begins to untie Tommy's legs and hands. At the last hand Tommy stares at the tattoo on his hand before closing his eyes passing out.

TIMESKIP

"What the hell happened to ya Tom?" The eldest Shelby questions as he and John expect the injuries.

"Gotten snatched in an alley. Been tortured at a warehouse for about three days before someone saved me." Tommy answers as he takes a swing off the whisky that Arthur gave him.

"What type of madman would save you?" John questions with a slight laugh.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you who I think saved me." Tommy responds back before standing up from the chair his brothers forced him to sit on.

"I'll be back alright." Tommy says before getting his coat and leaving.

"How much you wanna bet its a whore that Tommy slept with who took their husbands gun." Arthur teases watching Tommy leave as John his Arthur in his side laughing.

With Tommy.

Tommy stood in front of the same building he swore to himself that he'll never stand in front of again. Stepping inside of the building Tommy went straight towards the leader of the whole thing office.

Many workers and assistants tried to stop the Shelby, but he just marched right past them.

Finally reaching the door to the hallway he swings open the door walking straight inside ignoring the people shouting at him to wait his turn.

Reaching the door to Y/n's door he swings it open walking straight inside.

There were a couple of men inside the room talking with Y/n. The men who was halfway naked only inside their briefs whip their heads around staring at the man who just stormed in.

"Maybe I should just install a lock on my door. For the cunts who doesn't know how to wait their turn." Y/n groans out as he moves his eyes from the resume he was just reading.

Looking up to see who it is Y/n smiles at the Shelby.

"Gentleman you all are hired! Now please put your clothes on and make hast." Y/n says signing their resumes and putting the papers on his desk.

The men quickly puts their clothes back on and hurries out of the room.

Tommy sits down in the chair with a raised eyebrow.

"They wanted a job at one of my motels. I needed to see what i'm working with." Y/n answers the question that was written all over the Shelby face. "Don't be jealous now.~ They're not as pretty as you or as hot you can be when angry." Y/n flirts before giving Tommy his full attention.

Y/n lays his hands on the desk waiting for Tommy to shoot his flirting down.

The room became silent as Tommy stared at the back of Y/n's hand intensely. Tommy slowly looks at Y/n staring into his eyes.

"You saved my life..." Tommy breathes out breaking the silence

"Why?" Tommy questions.

"What makes you think I saved you?" Y/n questions with a raised brow. "One because my savior had the same tattoo you have. And two you're the only man I know who has that tattoo design." Tommy answers watching Y/n bite back a smile.

"You always show off that tattoo as if you were a peacock with its feathers." Tommy says watching Y/n turn his head away.

"Why'd you do it? We are at war right now. Me and my men killed dozens of your men and ruined your business so why? You saved me so you can take my life instead huh?" Tommy adds.

"Not at all Tom. You and I both know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Y/n dismisses fast shaking his head at the thought.

"Then why save me!?" Tommy cuts him off raising his voice lightly.

"Because I like you Thomas! Are you that blind to see that I am in love with you! I caused all the problems for your attention just for you to think of me!" Y/n answers standing up from his chair and walking around it.

Tommy stands up from his chair watching Y/n move to him.

"You're in love with me?..." Tommy breathes out.

"Yes! I did all of this for you Tommy! And i'll be damned if some guy tries to take you away from me before I could confess." Y/n answers again not a single lie in his tone.

"..." Tommy is silent staring at Y/n with wide eyes.

"If you do not love me or like me it is okay. Sure it will hurt, but I can get over it." Y/n says watching Tommy take a few steps back away from him.

"Tom--" Y/n says before trailing off. "You don't trust me. I can tell that you don't trust me even though I saved your life. But that's okay. I will work for your trust as well as your love." Y/n adds before taking Tommy's hands.

"Watch me as I earn your trust. Then wait as I earn your love." Y/n says.

"Will you Tommy. Watch and wait for me?" Y/n says.

The shelby is in deep thought as he stares at Y/n looking for any sign that he's lying or just playing him.

This wasn't Y/n's usual tease or flirting. That means Tommy couldn't deny that Y/n was telling the truth.

"I will...."

THE END

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Fools

Part Four

Tommy Shelby x male reader

CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

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previous part

You woke up to Tommy sitting at the desk in your hotel room shirtless with his trousers laying unbuttoned on his hips. After stretching you pulled on your briefs and draped on your unbuttoned shirt from the night before before walking over to Tommy. You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. He leant the side of his head on your hand and sighed.

"I missed you." Tommy whispered and you smiled.

"You should have woken me up." You lent your chin on the top of his head and stroked up and down his bare bicep.

"And miss out on your weird sleep talking? No chance." Tommy smirked and you hit his arm playfully.

"I'll make sure my next lot of sleep talking discusses how I want to kill you." You stood up and sat down on the bed before taking off your shirt. "Come here." You said softly, Tommy turned around and pushed a hand through his hair before walking over to the bed. You lit a cigarette and rose up onto your knees so you were nearly face to face with Tommy. You took a drag of your cigarette and then leant forward and kissed Tommy, blowing the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled and exhaled out of his mouth, continuing to kiss you deeply as he cradled your face. When you drew apart you couldn't help but smirk at the surprised look on Tommy's face.

"I demand you live with me as long as you're in Birmingham so you can do that again." Tommy took hold of your throat and squeezed it slightly causing you to close your eyes. But as soon as he had held it he let go and you looked at him with an offended expression. "Got to leave you wanting more." Tommy smiled and you rolled your eyes.

The two of you left the hotel room a few hours later and headed for Tommy's office to try to complete some actual work. This whole situation seemed genuinely fucking insane. You couldn't touch him but just looking across the back car seat and seeing his angelic face was enough to convince you it had all been a dream. Maybe you didn't need heaven if you could have Tommy. Things began to change around a week later.

Tommy invited you to his office for a business meeting about investment margins and whilst you were excited to see him you both needed to set up a legitimate face between the two businesses. You sat in the chair outside Tommy's office as his secretary called the number to his office but his phone was engaged.

"Shouldn't be too much longer." She smiled at you.

Whilst you tried to rationalize that it would just be a random business phone call you couldn't help your brain running with the idea he had some else. She got up and knocked on Tommy's office door, letting herself in and closing the door behind. They spoke for a few moments before she exited and opened the door for you.

"Who was on the phone cutting into my meeting time?" You asked in a joking tone and Tommy wouldn't meet your eyeline.

"Oh, no one." He replied before changing the subject completely and discussing profit margins and projected earnings.

But you couldn't let it go. Or at least your involuntary thoughts wouldn't let it go. You'd much rather side with your rational thoughts but they rarely won internal arguments.

As you returned home that day, you looked over the investment plans you and Tommy had agreed on but it felt false. Not too long ago you held him in your arms as he cried, now you were back to being partners in business. Every minute all you could think about was the softness of his skin and how his lips felt, you were getting hard just thinking about him. This was… maybe not bad, but it definitely wasn't good. What would you do without someone like him? You needed some time away from the city, away from the noise so you could just think.

The following day you were traveling to the Peak District just outside of Sheffield to stay with your friend May Carleton. You had known one another for a great deal of time and her country manor felt like the perfect escape that you needed to talk about Tommy. Over the whole journey you tried to keep yourself busy, reading the paper, doing the crossword in the Times. Anything to keep your mind straying to the man you were ever so slightly falling for. You forgot if you'd ever wanted anyone else by this point, they were distant memories of a life you no longer wanted. Tommy sometimes felt like an entity that would pass through your life, his beautiful eyes tearing away from you as he decided he wanted someone else.

"It's so wonderful to see you!" May exclaimed as you walked up to the grand doors of the mansion.

"I've missed you dearly." You hugged her closely and she took your hand.

"Leave that all here, it can be taken to your room, I have something to show you." She smiled broadly and pulled you after her.

The two of you walked into the gardens to a little stone alcove that had been built into the side of the building, with ivy and roses growing all the way up. It was surrounded by flowers you'd never seen before.

"Isn't it beautiful, my gardener is positively the best in England, he had sees brought over from the Caribbean, it's some seasonal plant there but he's somehow kept them alive." She crouched down and delicately held her hand underneath the vibrant flower.

"May, your wealth is unmatched." You laughed and she stood up, brushing off her skirt.

"Oh I know. But what am I supposed to do, I have all this land and no one to share it with. Unless you're planning on staying a while?" She prompted.

"If you'll have me I will stay as long as the sun lasts here. I need fresh air so desperately by this point." You sighed and May reached for your hand.

"What beastly man has hurt you this time, my love?" She asked.

"I'll tell you later, now, walk me round these gardens before I do it myself." You linked her arm and she started walking you through the flower garden.

Thomas was sexually frustrated to a point that felt ridiculous. But his shame was beginning to overpower his mind, when you were due to be in a meeting with him, he had called a former female lover and arranged to meet. He usually did this every couple months, with someone he knew or a whore. Tommy had to prove to himself what he was because he never believed it. All he did was follow pleasure, try to center that and forget about the gender of the other person. But it was impossible to not hyperfocus on the fact that he loved having sex with men, with you. But that was unacceptable to him. Regardless of his careless attitude, he couldn't even accept the fact he might be a homosexual let alone live with that fact. Trying to prove his own brain was wrong was generally at the forefront of his mind.

Most of the time he was disgusted by himself, by his urges and his fantasies. The more he thought about it, the more distressed he was. Sitting in his office at home he lay back in his chair, hands clasped on his chest as he looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. Why was love so hard for him to have? What was so unrelentlessly cruel was that Tommy constantly fought his urges and tried to be the man his father told him to be, but then people like you showed up in his life. Men that he couldn't stop thinking about, men that made him question his moral fiber, his existence on this planet. If anything about his secret life was revealed, everything would be over. His life, his business, his family name. Everything Thomas had worked for decades to achieve would disappear as he started a prison sentence, leaving his family to pick up the pieces left behind him. He couldn't do that to them, he couldn't allow all of this to be corrupted and twisted because of his idiotic choices. Once he settled down with a new wife and more children this could all be put to bed.

As he looked at the ceiling, the wallpaper didn't swirl into images of you anymore. They swirled into an image of darkness and despair which felt like it was surrounding Tommy. This thick, dark mass engulfed his body and he choked on it. Not realising he was sobbing. He put a hand up to his throat and it shook, he felt like he couldn't breath. That the thought of losing you and what this meant to him would make him collapse. His heartbeat was getting quicker and quicker and he couldn't stop it. All he could see in his mind was you not being there, the very absence of you made him panic. His eyes darted around the room for something, anything that could stop the darkness around him.

You were his fucking person. But you just couldn't be, he wouldn't allow it. All he could see now through his tears was how you looked when you spoke to him, your smiles and the way your eyebrows moved when you were confused. The ways that you talked to him, the familiarity that couldn't be bought because the connection was real. Tommy had never cried in front of someone for as long as he could remember but that vulnerability felt so second nature when he was with you.

But both of you knew this couldn't last forever, there was always a glint of sadness in your eyes. Both of you knew this feeling of disappointment, how you were both tired of feeling this way. No matter how much you cared for one another or felt yourself loving one another you would never be able to sleep next to one another, at least not when being walked in on was a possibility. You would always belong to one another in some ways. But as Tommy ran his hands down his face and finally snapped out of the black mist, he realised that it didn't matter.

"So who's this mystery man?" May asked with a smile as you sat down in the drawing room with some tea.

"I can't say. This is my only veto so far, so you can respect it." You smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"Fine. But what is he like?" She probed.

"If you'd ever met him you would never know he was like me, or that he's incredibly vulnerable. It's strange, he trusts me inexplicably." You stared are the table not noticing your smile.

"Someone's smitten." She laughed and you couldn't help but laugh too because she was right.

“You must have a man in your life,” you smiled at her.

“Of sorts. I wouldn't say I quite have him yet but I intend to.” May took a bite of one of the biscuits laid out neatly on the floral china.

“Well you have to tell me more now.” Leaning in, you were prepared to hear about some awful bachelor but, the more she spoke the more the feeling of dread rose in your throat.

She had spoken about this man before. Not by name but you figured it out all the same, he was sleeping with her? Or at the very least showing her affection you wished was only for you. Of course it was only a matter of time, May was wonderful and had the plus of being absolutely stinking rich. How could Tommy resist? When she was seemingly so enthralled with him and he was so enthralled with power. But still, you felt foolish. A slither of your hopeful mind held out that he might only want you, that losing his wife was a good reason to be a bachelor. Why oh why did you do this to yourself?

“Darling?” May put a hand on your knee with concern in her eyes. “I hope I haven't upset you.” She knew your struggles with love and the lack thereof.

“I- I think I've just realised that we're uhm… talking about the same man.” Your eyes clearly displayed your terror as you sat awkwardly with your leg bouncing anxiously.

“Really, are you sure? But he didn't seem… well to put it delicately my dear. He didn't seem like you.” May looked genuinely disheartened with a hint of pity in her eyes. You hated it. Pity was a cancer, once it festered it was almighty difficult to remove it.

“I don't know what to say.” You were shifting uncomfortably, urging yourself to stand and leave but you couldn't quite do it. Realising that it had probably been May who Tommy spoke to on that phone call a few days ago.

“Are you sure?” She asked again and your malicious side considered telling her all the sexual exploits of you and Tommy.

“I am.” You replied sadly.

“I don't believe it. I can't,” she stood up and walked over to the window, her back to you. “We've been together as well.” That gave you a stabbing feeling in your stomach.

“Ah, that complicates things.” It was hard to not sound destroyed by this admission from May.

“Yes, I should say so. God, this is ridiculous.” She rubbed her forehead and sighed.

“Do you love him?” The question scared you more than it should. You didn't love Tommy, you thought you could love him but would you really stand in the way of May's happiness?

“Do you?” She turned, her mouth set in a displeased frown.

“Not yet.” It was a stupid answer but you felt like you were losing any possible advantage you could have had in this conversation.

“But you intend to? A man who will never be honest with himself about his emotions, let alone you?” May took a step in your direction, you hung your head.

“May, I'm used to it. You can call me idiotic but it's not something that concerns me.” The fidgeting got worse and you felt like your whole body was trembling.

“And he knows this, does he? Is he aware of the anguish that you are willing to put yourself through?” She sounded more concerned than angry now and it only made you feel worse. That stabbing feeling felt like it was twisting into your abdomen with irreversible damage.

“We care about one another and that is enough for me.” Eyes growing wet and foggy, you wanted to leave. Hoping to never have this conversation you chose to ignore it was happening.

“I cant- I… this is too much.” She walked past you, heading for the door.

“Do you love him?” You asked in a burst of confidence neither of you expected-you were usually the meek one of the two of you.

“And what difference would that make to this conversation, Darling?” May looked back at you with equally glassy eyes. She was too protective of you to be angry about the right things.

After leaving the room she didn't return, you waited for what felt like a long while before returning to your adopted bedroom in the house and flopping forward onto the bed. What in God's name was going on? It felt like a poorly written snuff piece in a broadsheet you'd tut at for being so idiotic. You had to get back to Birmingham, doubting that May would want to see you again at least for now. Did he know that you both knew each other? He must have known, Tommy not knowing something would be more surprising to you than otherwise.

You left not too long after your conversation with May, it felt a tad juvenile but you were jealous. Not so much that he had been sleeping with someone else at the same time as you, it was the fact that he didn't tell you. You assumed he trusted you after revealing what must be his best kept secret. It wasn't unrealistic for your lover to have a wife or a female companion. Usually for show. But this… was it more than for show? Did he truly care for May? It left you feeling unsettled more than anything. This feeling of attachment was so unfamiliar considering interactions with past lovers had lasted maybe a month or so. It was odd to crave someone's undivided attention.

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