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lilahisntsadanymore · 5 months

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Engaged to an Italian man and carrying a secret pregnancy, Y/n must decide when and how to reveal the news to her notorious family.

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairings: the Shelby family x shelby!reader x OC (faceclaim Lorenzo Zurzolo)

Words count: 2.4k

Tw: mentions of death, pregnancy, italian written by me (but there are english translations)

Additional inf.: Y/n's mother, was made up by me as well

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A Shelby Surprise

Now that the vendetta with Changrettas was over, everyone could take a breath. Finally all the stress was gone and for once the Shelby family wasn't in trouble. They hoped it would stay this way.

The stress was gone, but not for Y/n, Arthur's daughter. What nobody expected coming, she fell in love. What was so unfortunate about this? The man was Italian.

If it happened a few years earlier or a few years later maybe that would have been alright. But not right now when the memory of vendetta was still crystal clear.

The man Y/n fell in love with wasn't a Changretta, but she supposed it wouldn't matter to her family. As long as the vendetta was still a fresh topic, he would be a bad man in their eyes.

As if the problem wasn't big enough, Y/n got pregnant. The man knew about it and wanted to be present in the kid's life, he even proposed to Y/n. But the challange was to tell Y/n's family about it.

So there she was - calling each family member, inviting them for a little 'party'. Y/n had no experience in this stuff, so she considered it the best way, telling everyone at the same time when they're gathered together.

"It'll be fine," Y/n's fiance said, squeezing her hand lightly. "What's the worst that could happen? Will they murder me?" He laughed.

"You really didn't know what you're signing up for when you fucked a Shelby, did you?"

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"Non voglio dirgli della gravidanza,"* Y/n paced around the living room, waiting for the guests to arrive. "What if we only tell them about our engagement?"

*I don't want to tell them about the pregnancy

"Non possiamo, cara mia. La noteranno prima o poi."**

**we can't, my dear. They'll notice it sooner or later.

Right after those words, the sound of knocking filled the room.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Hide upstairs, Nicco. I'll call for you when it's the right time."

The man walked in the direction she instructed as she herself went to open the door.

The Shelby clan. In front of Y/n's doors. Waiting to be let inside. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell everyone in the same time.

Despite her running heartbeat, Y/n tried to stay calm as she greeted each person that entered her house.

Something was off when Y/n hugged aunt Polly. The woman eyed her up and down. Did she know? Most likely. She sensed it when Lizzie was pregnant, so why wouldn't she now?

"You probably wonder why we've gathered here today." Y/n spoke, her gesturing more intense than ever. She tried to make her voice sound as light and free of stress as possible, but it was a difficult thing to do due to the anxious feeling in her stomach. Either the stress or the baby inside was making Y/n want to puke right there.

"Yes, we'd love to know." Polly said, a faint smile on her face.

Everyone had their eyes glued to Y/n. Ada watched the girl with worry, as well as Linda who treated Y/n as her own, Polly was fighting the smile from completely ruling on her face, Finn looked extremely confused, Tommy lit up a cigarette.

"Are you in trouble?" Arthur asked eventually.

"Yes and no." That answer didn't clear up anything.

"What do you mean?"

A nervous laugh escaped Y/n's mouth. "Do you remember mum? My mum, your wife, who died many years ago?"

Arthur nodded confusedly. How could he not remember her? He would never forget that amazing woman, who gave him love, hope and a beautiful daughter and then passed away too soon.

"I remember Georgia." Arthur didn't want to talk about her. Years passed and now he had Linda, but the wound caused by his first wife's death was still open.

"Dad, her name was Giorgia. She was Italian, don't try to rewrite that story. The reason why I'm reminding you about it is..." Y/n hesitated fr the last time, "I hope you'll understand my situation."

The times were different back when Arthur and Giorgia were together. Back then, she was just a simple girl who moved to England from Italy and fell in love with a man from Birmingham. There wasn't any vendetta, so their relationship wasn't such a sensitive topic, but nevertheless Y/n hoped her father would understand.

"Can you stop the charade?" Tommy chimed in impatiently.

Y/n nodded. "Niccolò, come here!"

The tall, brownhaired man walked down into the living room. He was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and elegant black shoes.

"Everyone, this is Niccolò. Niccolò, this is my family."

Everyone eyed the man. Tommy and Arthur were especially suspicious about him.

Niccolò shook hands with each Shelby, taking the time to introduce himself better and get to know everyone.

When the man lastly got to Arthur and Tommy, they refused to shake hands with him, their arms remaining crossed on his chest.

Arthur looked at his daughter. "Why are you introducing him to us?"

"Seriously?" Y/n sighed. "Dad, are you this clueless?"

"Yes, Arthur, are you this clueless?" Polly asked with a full smile on her face now.

Arthur wasn't clueless. He suspected, he knew, but he didn't want it to be the truth.

"Niccolò is my fiance."

The room fell almost silent, if it wasn't for Finn's coughing. He choked on the air and smoke, he was lighting up a cigarette when Y/n broke the news. Finn was her uncle, but they were rather like siblings to each other, because Y/n was even a few years older than Finn.

"He's your what?" Arthur asked.

"Fiance. I'm sorry I haven't told you before, but I was afraid of your reaction."

"An Italian, eh?" Tommy interrogated, shifting his gaze to Niccolò. "Who are your parents? What do they do?"

Y/n added, "O digli il tuo cognome e lo scoprirà entro domani."***

***or say your last name and he'll find it all out by tomorrow

Niccolò smirked and the girl's comment, but then turned back to being serious. "They moved to this country before I was born. My father died in the war, but my mother has a flower shop in London."

"A flower shop?" Arthur raised an eyebrow. "That's interesting."

"I see what you're doing," Y/n said, "Nicco has nothing to do with the Changrettas."

"It's just funny how he appears in your life exactly when-"

"Yes, vendetta, I know. Can we talk in private, dad?"

Arthur and his daughter walked out of the room into a small kitchen. Y/n leaned on the kitchen counter.

"Can you stop?"

"Stop what?" Arthur asked. "I'm just trying to get to know my future son-in-law."

"Can you do it without making it seem like you're looking for a correlation between him and the Changrettas?"

"I don't want him to hurt you. Or any of us. Isn't it any suspicious to you?"

"It's a stupid coincidence!"

Arthur sighed, looking at his daughter with a mixture of concern and skepticism. "Y/n, you know how things are around here. We've been through hell with the Changrettas, and now you bring an Italian man into our lives. You can't expect me not to be cautious."

"I understand, but he's not connected to the Changrettas in any way. I wouldn't put our family in danger like that," Y/n pleaded.

Arthur rubbed his forehead, contemplating the situation. "You could have at least given us a heads up. This is a lot to take in all at once."

He was trying his best to remain calm. The old Arthur would've bursted out of the house a long time ago, but now he was in control of his emotions.

A lot to take at once. Prepare for more, then, Y/n thought.

"I know, dad, but I was scared. Exactly because of that. I'm sorry, but we really do love each other."

"Just promise me, if anything feels wrong, you'll let me know. I don't want you keeping secrets."

"I promise, dad. I won't keep secrets. I want us to be a family, including Niccolò."

Arthur forced a smile. "Alright, let's go back out there. I'll try my best to keep an open mind, for your sake."

Poor Niccolò was left alone with the Shelbys. It was a weight off his shoulders when Y/n was back in the room.

Everyone looked at Arthur curiously. He spoke. "We'll give it a chance. But you," he pointed at Niccolò, "hurt her, and there won't be a place on earth you can hide from us."

Niccolò nodded respectfully. "I understand, sir."

"Can we all just enjoy the evening and celebrate this occasion that is our engagement?" Y/n asked cheerfully.

The atmosphere felt lighter, the family peacefully continued the gathering. Most of them wanted to trust Niccolò and give him a chance.

Arthur and Thomas kept a close eye on Niccolò throughout the night. Their suspicions weren't easy to put to rest, but for Y/n's sake they chose to keep their mouths shut this one time.

After dinner Y/n and Niccolò managed to talk to Finn alone. Y/n decided that the pregnancy would be too much for just one evening and all her fiance could do was accept it. However, they trusted Finn with this information.

"Finn, we have to tell you something." Y/n said after she made sure everyone else is busy.

"Oh no, another big news?" Finn whined. "I don't know if this family can handle more tonight."

"That's why we wanted to talk to you alone," Niccolò pointed out, "it's a secret."

Y/n added, "A secret just for you, Finn. The mission is to keep it until we can tell the others. You understand, soldier?"

"Alright, I guess." Finn agreed with a curious expression on his face. "You didn't kill anybody, did you?"

"No, of course we didn't."

"Quite the opposite," Niccolò added with a chuckle. "Y/n is pregnant."

Finn raised his eyebrow and joked. ""Engaged and having a baby... You didn't waste any time, did you?"

"Proposing is the right action to make once you knock somebody up," Nicco chuckled, "but seriously, it was actually planned."

Y/n giggled, "Life comes at you fast, Finn. Engaged and having a baby. We wanted to share the news with you first."

"Besides it'd be a lot to handle in one evening." Niccolò grinned. "We'll make the announcement in the right time."

Finn shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you decided to put so much pressure on me!" He laughed. "Am I supposed to lie to Tommy and Arthur?"

"Like you haven't lied to them before." Y/n pointed out sarcastically. "They aren't going to ask you any questions."

As they headed back to join the family, Finn couldn't help but wear a mischievous grin. The rest of the Shelbys continued their celebration oblivious to the news.

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A few days later, aunt Polly paid a visit to Y/n and Niccolò, surprising the both of them. Despite the surprise, they couldn't not let her inside.

"I need to talk to Y/n," the woman said, "it's a ladies business. Be so kind, Niccolò, and find something to do for the next... half an hour."

Niccolò raised an eyebrow at the request but decided not to push it. "Alright, take your time, ladies." He grabbed his coat, a pack of cigarettes and walked outside.

Polly and Y/n settled into the living room, the air heavy with curiosity. Polly took a moment, eyeing Y/n.

"I know you're hiding something," the woman said, lighting up a cigarette, "and I wanna hear it from you. I'm giving you a chance here."

"Am I hiding anything?" Y/n tried to convinvnce Polly that she was wrong. But she knew the woman has been a little different recently.

Tommy and Michael thought she's starting to go crazy or maybe it's the alcohol that she seemed to be drinking a bit more often, but Polly knew she had been blessed. Blessed with the gift of contacting spirits, predicting certain things.

"Let's start from here. Are you keeping it?"

Y/n's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not gonna tell your father if you don't want me to. I was in your shoes once. I know a place, we will go there and-"

"Yes, I'm keeping it."

Polly smiled widely. "That's wonderful. Would you like to know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"We want it to be a surprise. Besides I don't think it's safe to do... whatever magic you do on a pregnant woman."

"It's not magic, my dear. You can't read cards or tea leaves for a pregnant woman, but I just sense it's a-"

"A surprise. Please, please, please, I really don't wanna find out yet."

"Alright... and now, why didn't you tell us? Any of us?"

"Wasn't that a little bit too much in too little time?" Y/n scratched the back of her neck nervously. "Didn't wanna add to the chaos."

Y/n decided to not mention the fact that Finn actually knew about it.

Aunt Polly studied Y/n for a moment before nodding approvingly. "Well, love, you've made your bed, now you have to lie in it. But I'm not here to scold you. I just want to make sure you're ready for what's coming."

"I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready. I have a husband, almost. I have a house. We can make it."

"Remember, you also have us. Me and Ada can certainly help you with the baby. I'm sure Linda will also love this new little Shelby."

"The baby isn't going to be a Shelby... I'll go with Nicco's last name."

Polly leaned back, taking a thoughtful drag from her cigarette. "Fair enough. But remember, secrets have a way of coming out, especially in this family. And when they do, it's usually in the most dramatic way possible."

"I'll tell the rest of the family soon... can you come with me to dad and Tommy? I'm a bit scared to tell them..."

"Of course, love. There's nothing you should be afraid of, you're a grown woman. When your mother was your age, you were running barefoot in my backyard."

Y/n smiled at the comment. "Thank you, Aunt Polly. I appreciate your support."

Polly stood up, stubbing out her cigarette. She gave Y/n a hug before heading to the door. "Now, take care of yourself and that little surprise of yours. And let me know when you're ready for me to do whatever 'magic' you think I do."

As Polly left, Y/n couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected ally in her corner. She suddenly felt much more confident.

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shewrites444 · 9 months

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earned it [thomas shelby x mafia/dominant reader smut]

word count - 3k

[ summary - the reader, the current head of the sicilian mob, meets with thomas shelby to discuss an issue that intervenes with both of their organizations. despite their mutual disliking for one another, thomas takes an interest to the business woman before him, and doesn’t seem to realize how powerful she may be. ]

[ warnings - mentions of violence, strong cursing, dirty talk, dominant female, oral (f & m), praise kink, unprotected sex ]

“and if we get ‘rid’ of him and his members, how are we going to go about that?” thomas shelby asked me from across the obnoxiously long dining table, lighting a cigarette and sinking into his chair.

i shrug nonchalantly, resting my arms against the table as i chew the steak his supposed aunt polly cooked for us. we’d be discussing this matter for so long my food was starting to get cold.

“we can handle that, all i ask is for you and your family to do the talking. get them out of birmingham and into italy. i know it’s a far stretch, but we can make it work. when someone is offered a lot of money, they’ll travel. the last thing their organization wants is no protection. i think they’d trust the mob’s word over a group of drunken, horse-betting brothers.”

thomas scoffed, moderately offended but also carrying a tone of impressment, taking a sip of his whiskey and gesturing the glass towards me. “you italians have a mouth on you, eh? you crawl around europe like the coppers, thinking you own the cities, only you’re not afraid to take out your guns, hm, mrs. [y/n].”

“i’m not married.” i mutter, once again taking the steak knife in my hand as i begin to cut the tender meat.

he quirked his brow, setting his glass down. “my mistake. i assumed that a woman who ran one of the most dangerous gangs in italy was wedded. i should’ve looked at your ring finger before i commented, miss [y/n].”

“we’re not here to discuss my marriage status, mr. shelby. this group of communists pose a real threat to both of our families. i can get back in my carriage right now and send my men in here to shoot you in the fucking head for all i care, if you don’t cooperate, or we can get back to information that actually matters, and your life goes on.” i look him in the eyes, a blank expression on my face.

he stood up, walking over to the bar cart and pouring himself more whiskey, taking another glass and filling it with a new bottle of red wine after popping the cork. he set it beside my plate, pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down.

“you can get pissed off all you want, dear, but i’m the one with a gun in my pocket. i could kill you, and your men, in a matter of seconds, so don’t think your words even draw a nick of blood on me.” he threatened, sipping his drink, enough to nearly empty the glass. “we can agree to disagree all night, or you can change your temper and we can figure out a neutral solution for the both of us.”

i chew my steak, watching him speak with a smirk on my redly tainted lips. i take the glass of wine and drink it slowly. “you are quite charming, mr. shelby. it almost offends me that you think i walked into your home unarmed, too.” i take my napkin and dab it on my lips before standing up, dusting off my black dress. “do as i say, and get them to italy. we can discuss the specifics after you speak to their leader. walk me to my carriage, won’t you?”

thomas stands up, pushing both of our chairs in before walking me to the back doorway, his whiskey glass still in hand, only a few ice cubes left inside and not even a shot’s worth of alcohol. i glance down at the purse in my hand, looking through to find my lipstick, confused if i had dropped it when i stood up from the table. i sigh, looking up to the peaky blinder who stood before me as he opened the door for me.

“give me one minute, i think i dropped my lipstick by my chair.” i set my purse down on the table aside their coat rack and walk back to the dining room, hearing his footsteps trail behind as he followed.

i lean down, seeing the lipstick on the floor and pick it up, turning around to bump into thomas, our faces not even two inches apart as he lightly pushed me against the table.

i roll my eyes, both hands planting against his chest and pushing him off. “i don’t think me saying i was unmarried was a suggestion, mr. shelby. not every woman becomes a whore when you have them over for dinner.”

“do you ever freely sleep around, miss [y/n]?” thomas asks, looking down to meet my eyes, then averting to my lips. “surely, a woman like you, can get whoever she wants. you run apart of the bloody world, for what it’s worth. do you ever fuck anyone on your level? someone as powerful as you are?”

“that’s none of your concern.” i say, glancing down at the light erection that was intruding his black slacks. “although, i definitely don’t fuck men that rudely come onto me when i make it clear i came over for strictly business.”

he grinned, one of his hands gently sliding onto my back, the other setting the glass on the table, one ice cube sliding onto his fingertips. he pressed it against my collarbone, sliding it down my skin softly.

“oh, but you definitely do. i think this says otherwise, don’t you think?” thomas tilts his head teasingly, gesturing to my hardening nipples as they protruded my dress.

i blush, shaking my head in disbelief. “you have a cold substance near my chest, that’s a natural reaction.”

“it’s not even near them, dear. i’m still pressing on your shoulder. it’s not a bad thing to admit you like this, miss [y/n].” he slides the ice cube further down my chest, his pinkie pushing my dress back, the v-neck fabric tucking itself underneath my right breast through his manipulation. he slid the substance over my nipple, causing me to sigh heavily. he couldn’t help but grin at my reaction.

thomas leaned down, dropping the ice cube back into the glass and licking my erect nipple, sucking lightly on the bud before pushing me against the table and sitting me down. i moan softly, looking up at the ceiling, my body now in a heat at his teasing touch.

“i think you choose not to fuck. from what it seems like, it may be a distraction for you. you’re a busy woman. perhaps there is no time for any sort of play.” thomas says, reaching over to expose my other breast. “you really don’t let anyone in, even physically. you and i, miss [y/n], are probably more alike than you realize.”

“don’t even try convincing me of that. i know you fuck, mr. shelby.”

“oh, really? you know that, how? because of how wet i already have you?” he asks, reaching his hand down and into my knee-length dress, pressing his fingers against my warm panties.

i hold my mouth shut, breathing heavily through my nose as he pushes the fabric to the side, lightly tracing his fingers against my wet folds.

“a woman like you wouldn’t like to be fucked like a whore, though. you expect much more than that. you’d like to be praised, as if you were a crown jewel in terms of your status. you’re someone who is clearly unfazed by most men, i can see that. you don’t give a fuck about them unless they worship you.”

“do you think you could possibly do that, mr. shelby? worship a woman?”

“not just any woman, no.” he begins, reaching his arm across my waist, snaking it around me to pull me up and into his chest, where he held me up and guided me to the bedroom next to the dining room. “it takes someone who knows who they are and what they can do to make me feel like they even deserve that type of treatment.”

he helped pull my dress off, leaving me in only my panties as he set me on the bed. i chose to oblige, partially due to the pleasure he was sinking me into, but also because i found it interesting he thought he would even have full control over the situation. thomas was right about me choosing to not fuck, but that didn't mean i fell at the feet of a man who knew what he was doing. thomas shelby was a powerful man, sure, but he could never climb the ladder high enough to reach my level.

“but you, you know what you can do. you do what has to be done, miss [y/n]. you threatened to put a gun to my head, what kind of woman does that? a fucking powerful one.” thomas nearly moans at his own words, leaning down to kiss me before he began to undress.

i return the kiss, my legs still shut, as thomas began to unbutton his shirt, glancing down at my waiting body. he undressed himself fully, standing naked before me as he climbed into the bed and leaned down on his knees, sliding off my underwear and tossing them to the floor.

he hovered above me, planting a passionate kiss against my lips, leaving red residue from my lipstick on his own lips while he slid his tongue into my mouth. i feel his fingers slide inside of me, my legs spreading in reaction as he began to finger me. his lips trailed from my neck to my breasts, sucking my nipples back and forth as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy.

i close my eyes, my mouth hung open as i moan in pleasure from his touch. i could feel his eyes on me, watching nothing but my expression. the mental part of me hated giving into thomas shelby’s advances, but the physical side of me could care less. he knew what he was doing, it seemed like, but frankly, so did i.

“oh, you’re so fucking wet, love. you’re practically dripping onto my fingers, onto my bed..” thomas cooes, pulling himself out of me and into his mouth, licking my juices. “and you taste just as good as i imagined. how did i get so lucky to touch you?”

i lightly sit up, leaning over to pull him back into a kiss as i climb off the bed, thomas now sitting at the edge. i get on my knees and take his cock into my hand, spitting on his tip and beginning to lick his cock, up and down, pressing light kisses against his skin as he watched, his expression showing nothing but lust, as he grinned from cheek to cheek at my actions.

“fuck,” he mutters, resting his hands on the bed. “you look beautiful when you play with my cock, love.” he moans as i slide him into my mouth and down my throat, still looking up to meet his eyes. he reaches over to hold my chin in one hand, gently guiding my head up and down. “that’s it, please keep taking my cock. you’re so pretty when you do so, love. i can’t wait to fuck you, you’ve got me nearly finishing at the thought of it.”

i pump him inside of my throat, feeling his orgasm nearly reach the surface as he groans at the build up of it all. i pull away, taking his length in one hand as he cums onto my face, his seed coating all over my mouth and cheeks.

“oh, fuck, you look so fucking good, [y/n]. your mouth felt so fucking good.” thomas praises, watching as i lean back, tracing my finger across my cheeks, licking his cum off and into my mouth. he stares in awe, reaching his hands over to help me stand up and get back onto the bed. he presses a hard kiss against my lips, laying back down as i lay on top of him.

“i don’t think you understand this, thomas.” i smirk, cupping his face with both of my hands. “you don’t just get to fuck me, you know that, right? you have to earn it. i’m the motherfucking leader of a mob, after all. i don’t fuck just anyone, not even thomas shelby, no matter how good you may be at fucking.”

he tilted his head, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me back down. “is that so? your cunt is practically begging for me to fuck it. we don’t have to play this game, love. please, let me touch you further.”

i roll over and out of his grip, laying down next to him and spreading my legs, gesturing for him to get in front of me. “then fuck me with your tongue, and we’ll see what i think of anything further than that.”

he chuckles, seemingly surprised by how bossy i could be, but leaned down anyway, adjusting himself to wrap his arms around my thighs, his face stuffed between them as his tongue attached to my clit, flicking the bud of sensitive flesh. i moan softly, watching thomas lick between my folds and back up to my clit, back and forth, which only drew a pit in my stomach, as my orgasm slowly began to build. i was more surprised by his efforts more than his experience. of course thomas shelby knew how to fully pleasure a woman when she demanded it.

“fuck, thomas..” i moan softly, reaching down to hold his black hair with one hand. “just like that, baby, and you’ll be fucking me so soon. god, that feels good.”

he quickens his pace a bit, my back gently arching up in reaction to his action, my free hand gripping the white bedsheets as he helped me very quickly reach my orgasm, my fluids releasing onto the sheets and his lips. i dripped down his chin but he didn’t seem to care, taking me by the hips and moving one leg on top of his shoulder, sliding his hard length inside of me with one slow stroke, both of us moaning at the sudden stimulation.

“oh, fucking hell, [y/n], my god, dear, you’re so fucking wet, you feel so good, fuck,” thomas groans, leaning down to kiss me, his free hand taking my breast into his his palm and squeezing harshly, earning a moan from me into his mouth as our tongues fight for dominance.

i pull away from the kiss, looking down to watch him pump his thick, wet cock into my pussy. my tits bounce at his thrusts, my core feeling every single touch. thomas held my ankle to keep my leg up, his other hand pulling away from my breast and down to my hips, holding the side of my waist to further his steady grip.

“you take my cock so well, [y/n].” thomas compliments, glancing down to meet my eyes as i look away from our bodies. “i could watch you forever, fuck. the way you look right now is absolutely stunning, no one can ever fucking compare to your cunt.”

i lean up slightly, resting on my elbows, grinning at thomas as he fucks me. “you really think so, thomas? then why don’t you fuck me harder? make me cum again, baby, i want to so badly. make me cum with you.”

“if you want me to fuck you harder, [y/n], you’re going to have to turn around for me.” thomas suggests, lightly pulling himself out of me and also wiping the sweat from his forehead, assisting me as i turn around, all fours against the bed as i arch my ass up, feeling tommy’s hands play with it by squeezing the flesh and slapping it lightly.

“you’re perfect from behind too, fuck. is there anything about you i can dislike? you italians may have bloody mouth, but you take me so well in yours, love.” he says, pushing himself back inside of me.

he holds me by the hips, starting to fuck me, but much harder than before. our skin slaps together as he pushes himself in much deeper, so much so that i was gasping at his touch, grabbing the sheets and holding them as hard as i could, despite the sweat that was collecting on my palms.

“f-fucking hell, tommy..” i moan into the sheets, my head resting against the pillow. “you fuck me so good, baby, keep going like that, fuck! fucking fill me up, tommy, fuck!”

he leans down to grab my neck, pounding inside of my walls before our moans begin to sync, our orgasms releasing a matter of seconds after as we finish together, his warm seed filling my insides and my own cum dripping from between us, tricking down my now shaking legs.

thomas pulls out of me, turning me over to lay beside him. he wraps one arm around me, but glances down to meet my eyes, and kisses me tiredly.

“next time, you’re going to be the one begging me to fuck you.” he says in a more demanding tone, a small smirk on his lips. “i don’t like to ask nicely.”

i sigh, rolling over onto my stomach so i could face him completely. “then you’re fucking the wrong woman, thomas.”

he shook his head, cupping my cheek and kissing me once more. “oh, believe me, i think i’m with the exact woman i need to be fucking.” he sits up, rolling out of the bed and to the dresser, grabbing a pair of underwear.

“let’s discuss this communist issue one more time, work out the details.” he says, slipping his boxers on. “and if we come to an agreement tonight, i’ll ask nicely again in the morning, unless you need to get back to your people?"

i stand up, picking up my underwear and sliding them on, as thomas hands me a larger white shirt to put on. “i think i’d rather you ask again tonight, mr. shelby. my people can wait overnight if it's for a good cause.” i tease, opening the bedroom door before walking back out to the dining room table, grabbing the half-empty glass of wine and taking it down in one sip.

thomas stands behind me, taking the empty glass and setting it back on the table, pressing himself up against me, placing his palm on my back to push me down on the furniture. "let's push our meeting back a few more minutes then. here's me asking, miss [y/n]."

he begins to kiss my neck and i reach between my legs, pushing my panties to the side as i hear his boxers hit the floor. this was going to be an unexpectedly long night.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 4 months

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Immortal Beloved - Chapter Nine.

A warm, heartfelt thank you to my readers for your continued engagement :)

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,140

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“And so, I says to this fella, I says, right, listen here, mate! Any more out of you and you’ll be shitting your bloody teeth for a week, and you’ll never believe what he says to me, John. I tell ya now, you’ll never believe it, son. He stands there, right, fag dangling from his mouth, and he says to me...”

John didn’t give a damn what the fellow in question had said as they stood guarding the front gates of Bryn’s home, gladly watching the sun beginning to sink in the sky. From the first moment, he’d asked Tommy never to pair him with Mickey Two Suits, begged him, in fact, and what had his brother done?

…"so, there we are, right, having a scrap about it and then suddenly, this fucking umbrella comes flying out of nowhere! And it’s only the fella’s old dear, ain’t it, giving him a clobbering and dragging him home by his ear! I says to our Wilf, I says ‘eh, look at that! Thinks he’s hard enough to have a go at a Blinder and it’s his mom who has to run in and save his arse!’ What a night, John. Ya should have been there!”

“Mickey...”

“...and we went had a good ole’ knees up after, we did. Drank the Red Lion right out of whiskey that night, and you ain’t heard the best part yet, pal!”

“Mickey, will...”

“So, the landlord has this great, big Irish Wolfhound, right, and this group of lads are...”

“Two Suits! Holy fucking shit, will you shut up!” John’s exasperated tones matched his wide eyes, shaking his head. “Christ you don’t half yammer on, mate!”

Mickey pinked at the cheeks a little to have been – although lightly – admonished by one of his bosses, muttering his apologies and lighting a cigarette. He lasted all of twenty seconds.

“So, we off for a few Christmas Eve drinks up the pub once your lady wakes up? Christmas Eve at The Garrison, ain’t nothing like it, is there? Do you remember that one year when... bloody hell!”

This time, though, Mickey’s no doubt lengthy spiel was interrupted by a sight that made John’s heart flutter, Bryn suddenly appearing before them. “No, Mickey. John and I are to depart for Warwickshire, to a party hosted by Tommy and the lovely Grace.”

John had wondered how well Grace would take to Bryn, but after introducing them for the first time just three days before, he’d found the women had a very natural chemistry with one another. He was also pleased – for Tommy more than himself – that it had encouraged Polly to warm towards his soon-to-be sister-in-law a little more as well, since he and Grace were to be married in the New Year.

His aunt was not quick to warm to any women who came into the lives of her beloved nephews, especially not if she had good reason not to trust them, just as she’d had with both Grace and Bryn. For the latter, though, it had melted as soon as she’d seen something of herself within his ancient vampire lover, a woman who’d had her children torn from her, a woman whose pain she understood all too well.

Leaving Mickey to trudge down to the bus stop and travel back to Small Heath, John and Bryn went inside, the former pouring himself a whiskey while Bryn readied herself for the evening. She was affixing tiny little pearl adorned pins into her hair when he ventured into the bedroom, kissing her bare shoulder as she sat at her vanity.

“I thought you lot weren’t meant have a reflection.”

Him and that flipping novel he’d taken it upon himself to read. She rolled her eyes, turning to press her lips to his cheek. “Not everything Bram Stoker claims about us is true, you know.” Picking up her perfume, she spritzed herself liberally, the scent misting over her pale skin. “Although I must confess, being able to turn myself into a bat would be useful. If for nothing else than to retreat from awkward social situations.”

“Yeah,” he hummed, swirling the amber contents of his glass, “don’t think I’d fancy you half as much as a flying rodent. Maybe a bit still, like, but not as much as usual.”

Her look of incredulity had him tipping his head back, his laughter filling the room. “You are disgusting, John Shelby!”

“Still laughing though, ain’t ya!” Indeed, she was. His uncouthness, lack of filter and penchant for being completely inappropriate never ceased to entertain her. Truly, she had never met anybody like her darling John. She shook her head, picking up her kohl pencil and beginning to smoke her eyes sultry black. A little mascara and a twist of rouge to her cheeks and she was finished, speedily packing the rest of what she needed for their stay at Arrow House and whizzing down to the car to place her cases in, John going to ready Katie.

The child had been spending more time with him at Bryn’s since school had finished for Christmas, being cared for during the day by Bettie until Bryn awoke and spent time with her before bed. It had warmed his heart hugely to witness their bond forming, Katie furnishing the Christmas tree with her help, overhearing the bedtime stories his love would recite to her, the old Norse sagas his daughter loved to hear. Katie’s bedtime upon their arrival at Tommy’s house was no different.

“The crow went flying toward the North, croaking as she flew, “Let Hela keep what she holds. Let Hela keep what she holds.” That crow was the hag Thaukt transformed, and the hag Thaukt was Loki.

“He flew to the north and came into the wastes of Jötunheim. As a crow he lived there, hiding himself from the wrath of the Gods. He told the giants that the time had come for them to build the ship Naglfar, the ship that was to be built out of the nails of dead men, and that was to sail to Asgard on the day of Ragnarök with the giant Hrymer steering it...”

Standing in silent watch through the crack in the door, John smiled widely as Bryn recited a fairytale about Loki, Norse god of mischief to his spellbound daughter, the covers pulled up to her chin, Bryn’s hands gesturing as she spoke of the tale. At her core, she was such a natural mother, something within her so strongly maternal. The thought had never crossed his mind back when he’d first begun his courtship with her, but truly, she was everything Katie needed.

She was everything he needed, too.

“Now that’s a look of love if ever I saw one.”

At hearing Polly’s whisper, he turned, grin still fixed firmly in place as his cheeks coloured a little bit at being caught staring so adoringly at the scene. “She’s only known her just under three weeks and she dotes on that little girl as if she were her own.” Walking away from the bedroom, he pulled a cigarette out, lighting up. “Ain’t what you thought she was, is she?”

Polly lifted her chin, her eyes narrowing a fraction. “I don’t like to concede, but you’re right. She isn’t. Brynhild has surprised me with her nature. I never forget what she is, but I’m getting to know that what she is isn’t all she is.” Reaching for his face, she stroked his cheek, laying a pecked kiss upon the other. “I’m pleased for you, love. You look very happy.”

He smiled again, his handsome features lighting up the dim glow coming from the bedroom. “I am, Pol. Might not have been long, but I am.”

“Come on.” Opening her arm, she draped it around his shoulders, steering him down the corridor in the direction of the stairs. “Let’s go get drunk and eat too much food, have a good ole’ knees up.”

Walking down into the throng of people milling around the welcome hall, the mix of guests were mostly business, both legitimate and not so, family and friends, servers carrying trays of drinks and food, the laughter and chatter filling the spruce-scented air. John was just reaching for a whiskey when he felt a cool hand slip into his, Bryn arriving with him, taking a champagne flute from a passing member of the wait staff.

“How does it feel?”

“How does what feel, my darling?” she asked, pressing herself close to him as he released her hand, wrapping an arm around her instead.

“To be the most beautiful woman in the room?”

She sipped her champagne, eyeing him with a twinkle there in the hypnotic blue of her irises. “Oh, you presume yourself to be so very charming!”

His smirk widened. “Are you charmed?”

“I am,” she hummed.

“Then I’m fucking charming.” He kissed her head, his arm tightening around her. “Tell me about what underwear you’ve got on under that dress.”

“You know my thoughts towards underwear, my love,” she purred, kissing his cheek as they moved through the guests. “I don’t like anything that gets in the way of your mouth.”

A bolt shot through him, John closing his eyes for a moment. Opening them, he pulled himself back from the haze of lust to be greeted by an oncoming business associate, fellow bookmaker Kenneth Thompson.

“John! Good evening to you and your fine lady, here! How are you keeping?”

While he and her love got into conversation about the next race meets of the New Year, Bryn found herself beckoned over by Grace and Polly, gliding over through the throng of guests. It was as a young server passed her by that she caught the faintest whiff of it, a smell her nose never failed to detect. Her eyes snapped to the back of the redheaded girl’s neatly pinned tresses, watching her move from guest to guest.

“You’re on alert,” Polly noted when she arrived with them, seeing how Bryn suddenly appeared much less casual in demeanour. “What is it?” Although not knowing her for long, she’d familiarised herself with how the vampire carried herself, the minute changes within her normally quite stoic disposition. Polly Gray well understood when it paid to be observant.

“That girl,” Bryn began, pointing with her champagne flute. “Grace, how new is she within your employment? Also, is she local?”

“Very new,” she confirmed, her eyes following the cold, hard stare of her vampire friend’s eyes. “Everybody is, though. With us only officially moving in recently, the staff were hired just over a week ago. As for where she’s from, Tyneside according to her references. Why do you ask?”

“Thought I recognised her locally. I must be mistaken.” she lied, giving Polly a look that she read instantly. Tommy hadn’t filled in Grace over everything regarding Bryn, other than to obviously keep what she was well under her hat. Initially, she hadn’t believed him at all, laughing away under the impression that he was having her on upon their first meet. When Bryn had proved it by popping her fangs, she’d almost fallen out of her chair.

With Grace called away to continue playing gracious hostess, Polly moved Bryn into the corner of the room away from earshot of the other partygoers. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“That girl,” she began, her eyes flitting away to follow her before they snapped back to Polly. “She does not bathe often, for not only do I detect a fine scent of body odour, but I also smell Rasmussen on her. It is faint, but present.”

“You’re fucking joking me,” she hissed, eyes scanning the room. “I’ll get John and Tommy, let’s get this sorted.”

Immediately, Bryn gripped her arm. “No, no, Polly. We need not involve the men just yet. Let me watch her. Act as you normally would, begin to laugh at everything I’m saying.”

Polly’s faux, yet believable chuckle filled the air, Bryn affixing a huge smile to her face before launching into a real story, all the while watching the girl as she flitted from guest to guest. For all intents and purposes, they were having a wonderful Christmas Eve, with no suspicions over any infiltration to their circle.

Every so often, the serving girl’s eyes would find Bryn, studying her in confirmation of this, the vampire feeling her entire being hum on high alert. As soon as she exited the welcome hall, Bryn moved to follow her, ducking speedily into the shadows as she stalked her, the girl looking as if she was heading back down to the kitchen.

There was a pantry just to the side of the grand kitchen, a designated space where the butler would keep track of the household provisions at a small desk and put in the orders at the grocery, baker and butcher on a twice-weekly basis, Bryn remaining concealed from sight as the girl quietly made her way inside. She was just about to enter after her when John and Polly appeared.

“Oi, don’t you look at me like that, Brynhild,” Polly whispered sternly, noting the displeasure she was viewed with. “Wasn’t me who said anything.”

“She’s right, love” John spoke, touching a hand to her shoulder. “It was me who felt it.”

Of course, he would. John Shelby had so much of her blood travelling through his veins at that point, he might as well have called himself Brynhild Mark Two. Holding a finger to her lips, Bryn listened, hearing the serving girl make her request to the telephone exchange. Rasmussen.

Bingo.

“Mr Rasmussen, I hope I am not disturbing you.”

Before John or Polly knew it, Bryn was gone from before them, the butler’s pantry door flung open, both striding in to find the telephone cable pulled from the socket and a snarling Bryn pressing the girl down onto the desk by her throat.

“How much did he pay you to infiltrate?” she growled, her fangs bared, the girl shaking in fright as she found herself at the very wrong end of a powerful vampire’s temper.

“I-I d-d-don't know w-what you...”

“Oh, bloody spare us!” Polly exclaimed, closing the door behind them. “You can’t fool a nose like hers. She smelled them on you.”

“B-but I-I...”

Bryn’s gripped tightened. “I said, how much, child?”

“T-ten p-pounds.”

A lot of money for a girl who she estimated likely earned less than a third of that a week. “I will pay you treble that to call him back right now and tell him that I am not among the Shelby family. For I know that is why you are here. As my friend just stated, I can smell them on you.” She shook her head, her nose crinkling. “Poor, unfortunate girl. Perhaps if you bathed more often, you might have been successful.”

Nodding through her shakes, she felt on the verge of wetting her knickers in fear, watching the vampire as she looked to her companions. “Darling, plug the telephone back in.”

John nodded, eyeing the girl with distaste, Bryn going into her small clutch bag and pulling out three ten-pound notes. “Here. I will pay you this to deliver the message. That is all you have to do. Do you understand?”

“I-I do.”

Bryn beamed, but her smile carried not a trace of warmth to it. “Good.”

With the phone reconnected, the girl tucked her money into her neat little apron, taking the receiver and once again requesting the correct name to the exchange.

“Helen, we were cut off before. Now, what do you have for us, pet?” Edward asked upon answering, the girl not able to drag her eyes away from Bryn, shaking with fright at the faint sound of her rumbling warning growl.

“I’m afraid I have nothing.” She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. “The woman you described is not within the guests. Just about everybody else notable is, but not any women with dark hair and a tattooed throat and chest, I’m afraid, sir.”

“Stick around, she mightn't have arrived yet. Like we said, it might be another. Sounds daft, love, but look out for people who are paler than usual, and who don’t eat or drink with quite the same gusto as others do, like.”

“Shall do, sir. I will report back tomorrow evening.” With that, the call ended, Helen finding herself on the receiving end of three very angry looking people. Well, only two were people. “What do I tell him tomorrow?”

“As long as it doesn’t involve anything to do with vampires being around the family, tell him whatever the fuck you like,” John spoke, moving to impose himself before her, reaching into his pocket to pull out his knife. “And if you do fucking breathe a word about her to anyone, we will find out, and bab, you don’t want to know what I’ll fucking do to ya. We clear?”

With a cold blade pressed against her cheek and the even colder glare of a vampire upon her, Helen nodded. “I shan’t say anything. I’ll just tell him there wasn’t any here. I promise, just please don’t hurt me.”

Returning the knife to his pocket, he patted her cheek with his hand. “Good girl. Now, go up and pack your bags. Now.”

“No.” Halting her with a splayed hand to her chest, Bryn stood in her path, shaking her head as she looked to John. “We must ensure she makes that call, John. If she doesn’t, then they will deduce that I am here and have dealt with her.”

She was right. “What do you plan on doing to her?”

Bryn pondered his statement for all of five seconds. “Fetch me some rope. We tie her to a chair in here and tell no one to enter. Then we come down here again at sundown tomorrow, let her make her call and escort her from the premises.”

“And what the fuck are we meant to tell the serving staff, why they can’t come in here all of a sudden?” he asked, perplexed.

Shaking her head in bafflement, a frown of light incredulity creased her forehead. “Darling, you run both legitimate and cooked books for a living; you’re better at mathematics than most of the fucking Arabs who created it. You’re also a goddamned Shelby, lying is in your nature. Do not tell me such mental calculus is beyond you.” Her eyebrows continued to rise, gesticulating wildly with her free hand. “Bloody make something up!”

Polly couldn’t keep the smile from her face at how Bryn had both managed to praise and admonish him at the exact same time, especially watching John not know whether to be annoyed or enamoured by the crisply delivered statement from his lady.

“I ain’t sure if I want to fuck you or slap you right now.”

“I’ll let you do both later,” she winked, nodding towards the door. “Rope. Now.” As soon as he left the pantry, Polly was in soft fits.

“Oh, my giddy aunt!” she snorted, lighting herself a cigarette while Bryn pushed a still terrified, but complacent Helen down into the wooden chair behind the desk. “Seeing you run circles around my bloody nephew like that is the only Christmas present I’ll need this year.”

Bryn smirked, taking Helen’s hand and popping her fangs, forcing the young woman’s finger to her mouth and piercing the tip upon the point of one of those long, sharp teeth. Helen winced, Bryn licking the drop of blood that swelled forth. “There is my insurance, should stupidity and luck be on your side and mean you somehow escape. I will be able to find my way to you instantly.”

With the way John bound her legs and arms to the chair upon his return, though, Bryn sorely doubted that Helen would be going anywhere, but took the phone with them just in case. “Please tell me that one day you shall delight my senses by tying me to the bed like that.”

He paused upon the staircase, raising an eyebrow. “You could get out of it in about half a second, though.”

“I could,” she purred, leaning close to flick her tongue against his earlobe, giving it a little nibble. “I wouldn’t attempt to, though.”

“You,” he began, waving a finger at her, “you need to pack it in, you do. We’ve got to go fill Tommy in over all of this and you’ve bloody gone and gotten me at half-mast as it fucking is.” He nodded downwards, Bryn seeing the outline of his cock beginning to tent his trousers, chuckling as she grinned.

“Well, my, my.” Leaning close, she kissed him, her lips all fiery honey upon his. “It looks like something is looking up this evening after all.”

Carrying on up the stairs, she left him standing there waiting to deflate again, shaking his head as he muttered. “Bloody insufferable temptress.”

“I heard that.”

“You were fucking meant to, bab!” he shouted, making the server passing him jump, John placing a reassuring hand to his shoulder as he grinned widely, the man continuing his trajectory. “God, I love that woman.”

As she stepped back into the throng of the party, Bryn heard that, too. She would never tire of it either, slipping her hand into his when he joined her after a few moments, fully calmed in the trouser department as they walked over to where Polly waited for them, opening the door to Tommy’s office.

“Grace specifically told me no business tonight, so whatever this is, make it quick,” he spoke, taking a seat behind his desk, looking up to see Arthur enter the room, neatly closing the door behind him and shutting out the noise from the party.

“Do not worry, Tommy. I have every intention of being perfectly concise so we may resume this wonderful evening you and Grace have put together for us,” Bryn began, Tommy nodding in acknowledgement of her praise, his eyes fixing upon her. “A spy sent by Edward Rasmussen infiltrated your serving staff. It was only because the dirty girl does not bathe quite as often as one should that I managed to smell their scent upon her, knew she had been close to them.

“She was sent here to look for me specifically. I apprehended her with John and Polly prior to her delivering news to Edward himself, intercepted the phone call she was shortly to make, forcing her to tell him all was clear. He expects her to call in again tomorrow to confirm that no vampire fitting my image, or any other for that matter arrived here at Arrow House.”

Arthur leaned around Polly, nodding to her. “You alright though, love? She ain’t burned you with no silver or nothing, has she?”

Bryn was touched by his concern. “I am fine, dear Arthur. Trust and believe if she had of attempted to wound me, your brother would have likely acted swiftly.”

“Wouldn’t fucking half have,” John muttered, pulling a cigar from his pocket and lighting up.

Tommy digested her words, drawing idly upon his cigarette. “Which serving girl was it?”

“Helen.”

“And where is Helen now?”

“Tied up in the butler’s pantry.”

He rose to his feet. “Good enough, Brynhild.” Walking around the desk, he placed a hand to John’s shoulder as he passed. “Fits into our world just nicely does your lady, John boy. We’ll deal with this tomorrow.” Opening his door, he gestured through the space, the noise of the merriment filling the air as his family filed back out. Bryn was the last to leave, Tommy halting her with a soft hand to her forearm.

“I’ll leave it to your discretion, whether Helen actually leaves the grounds or not tomorrow,” he whispered, his stare so strong Bryn felt it boring into the back of her skull. “Either way, though, she is to be gone and kept quiet.”

Bryn would not have survived for as long as she had, should she not have known well how to read between the lines. Smiling, she leaned to kiss Tommy’s cheek, gliding from the room to take another glass of champagne and slide in at her love’s side once more, the head of the family watching her as he closed the heavy office door behind him.

In offering his protection to Bryn, he saw well how the alliance benefitted him from her being close to them. Literally being able to smell the faint trace of an enemy upon a person was a skill he wished he possessed, but did not need to now that he had the most powerful vampire in England close with his family.

Tommy Shelby knew a valuable asset when he saw one. The fact that she made his younger brother the happiest looking man in the room didn’t hurt either.

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Unbreakable

Tommy Shelby x reader (friend)

Master list

Requested by anon.

Dear anon, thank you for sending this request, your guideline helped me a lot (and sorry for the delay, I’ve had a couple of moments blocked because I wanted to make this right), I felt like something was missing until in a “revelation” moment I went back to basics about the friendship and close bond Tommy and reader share.

Cool could i please get a request where Tommy’s best friend get her 8 year old daughter taken away because they found snow in her house and all the Shelby family is there. Like what happened with Polly Thanks

A bit of angst + fluff

Summary: Being best friends with Thomas Shelby had a lot of benefits; full protection, your business was always looked after to prevent getting robbed by from thieves, your daughter was attending the same school than his children because he loved Sally as if she was his own. But it also could get you into unsolicited trouble.

Arrow House quickly became the place where the members of the Shelby family celebrated a big event to get everyone around like a wedding, a birthday, you name it.

Tommy loved to see the whole family together and that included Y/N, his best friend from childhood and confident, the only person in the room who could read him with just one look. Growing up in the same neighborhood, you were close to age with Tommy, both quiet kids always making plans to take over the world, trying to find a way out of the poverty around you. He was the one who showed you how to steal fruits from the stand in the market, helping you out when you were almost caught.

So it wasn’t strange that he would suggest celebrating Sally’s eighth birthday in the beautiful garden of Arrow House, her favorite place.

The kids were running around, the majestic garden full of the people who were close to your heart, its characteristic double herbaceous border was the perfect place for the children to play hide and seek outdoors, their energy seemed to grow instead of getting lower. The adults looked at each other with worry as they heard a couple of screams, holding their breath for a few seconds… only to let a loud breath of relief as they heard the children laughing and squirming happily.

“Thank you for this Tommy.” You thanked him filling his glass with more whiskey.

In return, he held the lighter for your cigarette. “Sally seems to be taller than the last time I saw her.” Tommy admitted. He remembered as if it was only yesterday when your water broke in the middle of his office and Polly started bossing everybody around and hours later after encouraging you and wiping your forehead, he was able to hold Sally in his arms.

“Uncle Tommy! Uncle Tommy!” Sally stormed into him. When he crouched down placing his hands firmly around her, Tommy made a twirl around himself. “I haven’t seen your present yet?”

“Sally!” You had a close bond with Tommy, but your daughter talked to him as if she owned him.

Tommy laughed it off. “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask, but there it is.” Pointing out, he called for Curly.

“Oh!” Sally’s little hands covered her mouth and a genuine surprise lighted her face. “Is that for me?”

A white horse had a pink ribbon around the neck appeared out of nowhere.

Placing her down, Tommy walked with her past your shocked state. He never mentioned he would get a horse for her.

“Mummy! Look!” You’ve never seen your daughter so happy, but looking at Tommy, this was probably the biggest smile he had ever shown.

“I see, Sally.” Turning to face him, he couldn’t hide his grin. “Why you didn’t tell me?” You whispered through gritted teeth.

“Cos you’d say no.”

“Can’t afford a fucking horse!”

Tommy rolled his eyes at you. “You worry way too much.”

But after looking at your daughter offering the horse some food just as Tommy had shown her, you had to admit out loud: “Thank you, for everything.”

“About fucking time.” He walked towards Sally, she was the light of his eyes. To anyone, his comment would sound harsh and mean, but you knew him, there wasn’t an ounce of a bad intention in his words to you. “Are ya gonna stay there, or are you saying hello?” He asked pointing his cigarette to you. “Sally! I think ya mama is scared.” He winked at her.

Getting all the kids together wasn’t an easy task, the Lee boys were running all over the place, the Shelby kids following, Sally was one of them, she had a special bond with Charlie and Ruby. But eventually, with the help of Frances and Polly, all the kids behaved like little angels. She even spoke a word or two in Romani while throwing a tantrum and then Tommy would laugh about it when you asked him what she meant.

“Quiet everyone!” Tommy ordered and all the kids got quiet, he had such power over everyone. “Y/N has a word.”

As the wind blew in your face, you took a deep breath, your Sally meant the world to you, since her dad passed away before he even knew you were pregnant, it was just the two of you against the world, of course with Tommy protecting you at all times. But you didn’t want to get emotional right now.

“My little girl, not so little anymore… I just want to wish you the happiest of birthdays, may your life be filled with love, happiness and everything you heart desires. I love you with all I’ve got. And thank you, Tommy, for being so kind to us.”

“You’re family… and that’s what families do.” He then raised his glass. “To Sally!”

As they started wishing Sally happy birthday, that’s when the chaos started. Everything happened in slow motion… Coopers broke in, the kids started screaming and crying, running everywhere, the adults were moved away by the police, the desserts table fell to the ground, the birthday banners were pulled down, Tommy was going nuts, cursing and threatening the coopers and you couldn’t find Sally.

Pressed on the ground like the most dangerous criminal of them all, you could feel a sharp knee pressed to your back. It was hard to breathe and all you wanted was to see that your daughter was alright.

“Sally!” You tried to call her, but the words wouldn’t come out. Blurry images of people moved in front of you.

“Y/N Y/LN you’re under arrest for cocaine possession.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous! She doesn’t use drugs!” Tommy barked between three men trying to hold him.

“Mr. Shelby this isn’t against you or your family, stay out of it.”

“Where’s my daughter?” You asked in a groan of pain when the cooper pulled you up.

“Take your fucking hands off her!” Tommy was so angry.

Someone asked for your daughter, announcing they had to take her to an institution for childcare.

This had to be a mistake. A nightmare.

“Tommy?”

“Don’t worry Y/N! I’ll get you out of this.” As he turned around while you were escorted to the car, he saw two cops coming out of Arrow House, one holding Polly’s arms and the other holding Sally’s little hand.

“Your aunt tried to hide the kid, Mr. Shelby.”

“You’re not taking away that child you hear me?!” Polly was shaking, Tommy saw the pain in her eyes, she was living it all over again when they took Michael and Anna from her arms.

“She’s just a kid! For fucks sake!” Turning around to find Moss, he asked. “Please let Polly go with her, she’s so scared.” He never begged, never asked for a fucking favor. But he was relieved when Moss nodded. “Frances, get my lawyer to the station.” He went in to grab his coat and peaky cap.

“He’s on vacation Mr. Shelby.”

“Then get me a new one!”

Tommy arrived at the station just as they were taking you to register your information and take your photo for the record. This was such an embarrassing moment. But seeing your friend there supporting you, willing to do anything for you, in some way gave you a peace. “Where’s Sally?”

“She’s with Polly, don’t worry.” Giving a warning look to the officer trying to move you away, he rubbed your back while you listened how they got an order to check over your house and, in the process, they found a large amount of snow in your living room and you were going to be processed for it.

The man taking your declaration asked a couple of questions about the cocaine. You mentioned what you knew.

“I found it on the floor one day and put it in the closest drawer so my daughter wouldn’t find it, then I forgot it was there.” Tommy was going mad by listening to you. “But I’ve no idea how it got there, I swear.” The officer gave you one look as if saying yeah, sure. Everybody says that.

“You should’ve told me Y/N.” He whispered, he was broken by seeing you there.

“Tommy… I… I’m sorry.” The tears didn’t allow you to see him. All you could think about was your little girl, alone in a cold place.

“This is absurd, I know you, you don’t use anything.” Exhaling a loud breath, Tommy looked down. “Don’t worry about Sally, ey?”

Signing your declaration, you couldn’t help but worry about your daughter, without her father she had no one else to look out for her.

Suddenly you went from being the happiest person by seeing your daughter celebrating with all the people you loved, to go behind the bars accused of something you didn’t do.

***

“There has to be something we can do.” Tommy banged the table loudly, Moss tried to calm him down, nothing good would come out of his bad temper, it was Saturday afternoon and the offices would be open until Monday.

“The kid is under the protection of the city because her mother is a danger for her right now, she’s accused of using cocaine, Tommy.”

“She doesn’t use cocaine for fucks sake! Sally’s mother is a saint!”

“With the amount they found in her house, she could be accused of even being a dealer, and if you don’t mind keep your voice down they’re going to accuse you for disturbing the social peace.”

“Thomas you can do more for Sally and Y/N from the outside than in jail.” Polly was in a bad state too, but someone had to be reasonable.

“I want to see Sally, where are they taking her?” He was altered beyond words.

��That’s not-” Moss started to say but he was cut by Tommy’s hands on the neck of his shirt. “There’s an orphanage that the nuns of the Saint Mary’s Institute run…”

That night it was impossible, even for Thomas Shelby to get things done the way he wanted to, he and Polly stayed with Sally at the orphanage until she fell asleep, but they were forced to leave the place after that.

***

After paying the annoying nuns an early visit that morning, Tommy paced around the orphanage with two things in mind; first find Sally, then make a good place out of it, treat all the kids right, give them a good education, find them a suitable home…

Opening the door to one of the classrooms, he found it empty, one of the teachers went pale as she saw him pacing the halls.

“Where are the kids?” He felt his heart racing.

“Outside Mr. Shelby, playing in the garden.”

Marching over there, followed by Polly they were both looking at the children, Sally was easy to spot, she was sitting on a bench with her head down.

“Sally!”

The girl smiled for the first time and immediately ran off to the familiar voice calling for her, she crashed against his body and her small arms hugged him tightly.

“Oh Sally.” Her arms then searched for Polly, who was behind him.

“Where’s mummy? I want to go home.” Her lower lip trembled.

“Are you alright?” Tommy searched for any sign of hurt in her. “Mummy had to go on a little work trip, she’s helping me with something. But you’re staying with us, ey?”

“I’m hungry.” She confessed, Tommy let out a sigh of relief and touched her cheeks to make sure she was fine.

With Sally protected in Polly’s arms they strolled into the orphanage again to get out. The principal nun had the broken glasses in her hands and opened her mouth to speak but Tommy cut her off: “I want all of you out of here by midday, this orphanage is under new management.”

Later that day, Tommy visited you in jail, it wasn’t visiting days for regular people, but they made one for him, Polly sent you sandwiches and Tommy handed you a bunch of money to stay safe inside.

“Please tell my daughter I love her.” You pleaded him squeezing his hands. “How is she?”

“She’s perfectly fine playing with Charlie and Ruby she takes care of them like a big sister, Y/N asked me for the tenth time of the day she wouldn’t stop crying and I took her to the stables to see the horses.” Tommy smiled at the memory she was just a baby back then, one of the many more he had with your mini me. “Polly and her were baking before I left the house, now I’m scared of the disaster they’ll make in me kitchen.”

“She loves to cook.”

Raising his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his lips. “She’s terrible, her food tastes like shit, I need to get you out of here quickly or she’ll poison me.”

“You’re so mean… she’ll get better.” You knew he was joking just to make you smile. “I bet she’s driving Frances crazy.”

“I’ll have to give her a raise.” The visit soon came to an end, but before he could get up, you reached for his hand.

“Thank you, Tommy for everything you do for us, there’s nothing I can repay you with.”

“I’d still owe you.” He promised one more time he would get you out as soon as possible.

***

“Who could’ve left the snow in Y/N’s house?” Polly paced around Tommy’s office in Arrow House a week later. Frances brought them tea.

Tommy looked down at the carpet, Sally was making a draw for her mum, she had printed sheets of the Shelby Company Ltd. spread all over the floor. Polly tried to keep her volume down. This whole situation was so frustrating, they had nothing to prove it wasn’t your fault.

As Arthur arrived with Esme and John, they were curious to know what the meeting was about.

John pinched Sally’s cheeks. “Do you want to play with Katie? She’s with Ruby.” He asked the girl. “Go and find them.”

Sally nodded and jumped in excitement, storming off the office.

“Where the fuck is Finn?” Tommy asked irritated looking around.

Arthur was pouring himself some whiskey. “Why do you need the kid anyway?”

“All of us have been at Y/N’s house.” He mumbled. “Finn! Oi!” He clicked his fingers as he saw his brother with Isaiah, once they walked inside, Tommy paced around, thinking of the right thing to say to his family. Ada knocked and joined them. “I need to know if anyone has been selling snow.”

“Tom, you said it yourself, we’re not dealers.” Arthur remember the words he mentioned once.

“I’m going to ask this one more time.” He took a deep breath. “Someone in this very room has been at Y/N’s house while using powder? She’s in jail for fucks sake!”

“I use it when I’m alone or at the Garrison.” Arthur lifted his hands.

John shook his head.

“Where’s Michael?”

“In London… but he’s never been to Y/N’s place.” Polly declared.

Tommy decided to raise his voice. “WHO… WAS-”

“I did it.” Every head in the room turned around to see the last person they had in mind.

The look Tommy gave him was scarier than the thought of going to jail.

“It was a stupid mistak-” But Tommy interrupted his apology with a hard hit on the cheek, then, without giving him time to say or do anything else, he dragged him by the collar of his shirt out of the office.

“Tommy, wait!” Polly requested.

“What?!”

He thought she would ask him to have mercy with his brother, say he didn’t mean to, but no.

Polly furiously slapped Finn on the other cheek.

***

“Where are we going?” Sally asked that afternoon watching over the window of the car.

“To the fountain.” Tommy smiled at her, trying to find a parking spot. “Maybe we could get some ice cream, ey?”

“Chocolate!”

Tommy chuckled and instructed her to climb off the car, taking her hand, she jumped to the ground.

“Do you have one shilling?” She looked up at Tommy with her beautiful big eyes, Polly made her two pigtails that morning.

“I think this one will get you more things.” He offered the girl a 10 pounds note, but she shook her head.

“Mum says if I throw a shilling to the fountain I can make a wish.” Smirking at her logic, Tommy took one from his pocket and placed it in her open palm.

Sally turned around, with her back at the big fountain she closed her eyes and in a soft murmur she threw the coin backwards and asked the one thing she wanted the most:

I want to see my Mummy.

Crouching down to be at her height, Tommy whispered at her: “Open your eyes, Sally.”

You stood froze in spot as you watched your little girl twirling her flower dress while Tommy looked for something inside his pocket, then as if time stopped you watched the coin flying from her small hand while she kept her eyes shut.

But as soon as her eyes found yours, the surprise in her face was undeniable. “It worked! Mummy!” And she charged running towards your arms. You were free from jail earlier and after filling a form and signing a document, you were out, Polly was waiting for you in her car.

“Oh my Sally.” You cried and kissed her. “I missed you.” And you caressed her face again.

“Missed you too Mummy, Frances made me eat carrots.” She made a face and you heard Polly and Tommy laughing close to you. After the most rewarding hug from your daughter, you looked at your best friend and clung to him as if your life depended on it. His arms wrapped around you protectively like he has always done, Tommy never doubted you.

“Let’s get you two home, ey?” Tommy moved his peaky cap a little, touched by the sweet reunion.

“Mummy I made a wish.” Sally announced to you.

You looked at Tommy, he smiled at you. “Yeah… and it came true.” She held your hand while walking between you and Tommy.

We often hear in marriages for better or for worse, but have you seen to the constant people in your life? The ones that have always been there?

You have always been by his side through the bad and the darkest, just like he had been there for you at you both at the greatest and worst times.

Your bond was unbreakable.

****

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hi! Could you please write a nsfw sub!Michael Gray x fem!Reader?

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting!!! I'm realizing I may have misunderstood this request - this is a Dom fem/sub Michael - hope that's alright. It was really hard for me to write but there was a scene that struck me from Goodfellas... So credit to that for the inspo.

Warnings: reader has a gun, negotiation that ends in sex, woman on top, taking what she wants, no thoughts of consequences, happy cheeky ending. All around good time - kinda dark tho at the beginning. Also don't try this at home - holding your partner at gun point seems like a peaky blinders universe mood that should not be recreated in real life. NSFW

You kept a close eye on your boyfriend. Maybe it was a product of your past, maybe you just knew that he had something darker in him….

You were close with Polly, and being close with Polly meant you heard a lot about what Tommy dragged those boys into. Personally, you didn't mind. As long as everyone listened and played their part the family would come out on top. You had a lot of respect for Tommy, and he seemed to reciprocate. Occasionally the odd task would fall into your lap and you always made sure you followed through exactly how he wanted you to.

Simple as that. Did you like the guy? You didn't know, but you certainly had no reason to hate him. Everything you had was a product of his choices.

Best not to bite the hand that fed you.

Michael, as much as you fucking loved him did not always understand that rule. He was strong, hot-headed, and ambitious. Things you found very attractive when aimed in the right direction. You could tell he was on the wrong set of tracks long before you found all the opium hidden in the back of the pantry.

You knew Tommy put out a city-wide ban on the stuff once Arthur started going off the deep end.

Fuck.

This left you with two options - handle things by yourself or call Thomas and leave it in his more than capable hands… The thought of Michael getting hurt made your stomach turn painfully. No matter how bad he seemed to screw up you would never put him in harm's way.

Or would you?

You took a shower and thought through your options. While following your nighttime routine you eventually settled on a direct professional confrontation. It was business after all.

Sitting in your house coat, dressed down to nothing but hair curlers and face cream you sipped your tea. Waiting for him to come home.

Lots of things occurred to you during the early hours of the morning. You never realized he came home this late. Something that was going to have to change.

Wanting some type of assurance you phoned Arrow house.

“Shelby.” Tommy's rough voice answered. You could feel the exhaustion rolling off of him despite not being able to see him.

“Hello, Tommy. I hate to bother you at this hour, but is there a reason Michael’s not home.”

“Not one of my doing.” He answered curtly.

“Ah, thanks. Have a good night.” You said sweetly.

“You as well”

You hung up the phone fuming. Lighting a cigarette you made another cup of tea.

Eventually, you hear him parking the car out by the road. You switched off the light and sat in darkness as he made his way up to bed. The house settled and your heart gave a painful sensation as his lack of awareness of your absence.

How could you have thought everything was fine between you? How stupid could you be? You took a few breaths and centered yourself the best you could before going upstairs to start your interrogation.

You grabbed the handgun out of the entryway table and moved up the stairs quietly. You opened the door to your bedroom, lights off, and he was on his side of the bed.

You carefully crawled over and turned on the light, straddling his fit body in the process.

“There’s my girl.” He mumbled. Once his eyes focused on the gun his composure changed. You were happy to see him take you seriously for once.

“Where the fuck were you.” You asked calmly pointing the unloaded gun at his forehead.

“Drinking - The garrison - The boys were there with me the whole night. Just drinking and cards. Come on babe. ‘Never lie to you.” This seemed plausible, It was a Friday night. “You go out and drink with the girls on Fridays. I thought you were spendin’ the night” He looked honest. But most people did when there was a gun at their head.

“I’m going to call the boys in the morning. Every single one - and I swear if they mention a girl. I’ll fucking kill you.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. This was a hurt that was well hidden in your chest. You knew some of the guys fucked around on the side, it was something you were too afraid to confront until it slipped out into the open.

“No, baby. No girls, just you.” His hands ran up your thighs and you felt your body start to shift your priorities around. You started strong, now you just needed to know about the opium.

“Why is my pantry stuffed with opium.” You clicked the safety on the gun and his eyes widened.

“-Fuck Woman. Jesus, just calm down -”

“Michael.” You said sternly.

“It’s Tommy’s. It's not for ‘round here. It's the last of the stuff he has to get rid of.”

“Why is it in my pantry.”

“He’s got to keep it from Arthur. He just got back with Linda - don’t want him near it.”

“Why isn't it with John?”

“With Esme and 6 kids in the house?”

“Esme doesn't mess with that stuff” You felt insulted he would suggest such a thing of one of your closest friends.

“Not saying she does - but there’s no way in hell she’d have it anywhere near those bloody kids.” That checked out - they were devilish bastards. You adored them but if you had any secretes or well-hidden things they’d find em.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” You demanded.

“I- I honestly didn't think you’d care this much.” For a moment he looked like the boy you’d met him as. From a good family, soft, sweet.

“Promise me.”

“I promise. No secrets.” His long fingers had trailed up your nightgown to the tops of your thighs. Fucking man kept you up all god damn night.

“Don’t stay out this late unless you tell me. I worry.”

“Alright, I’m sorry.” He knew the battle was almost won. His fingers brushed your pubic bone and you felt your body begin to betray you. You had been hurting over him for a long time, now that you had his attention your body was willing to toss it away for a moment of affection. No way you were letting him take you that easy.

You ground down against his cotton shorts, feeling his own hard arousal.

“That’s it, baby - here.” He slowly brought his hand up to grab the gun. You weren't ready to give up this power, for once in your life you wanted to take something from him. You pushed the end of the gun to his forehead.

“Take your pants off.” You said quietly, and he groaned in both frustration and arousal. He shuffled a bit beneath you pulling down his boxers. Realization hit that having sex with someone by gunpoint was most certainly not something you approved of you decided to put the gun down.

“I’m going to put the gun on the nightstand.” You said while pinning him down with your eye contact. You knew as soon as it was down he was going to roll you over and take charge. You placed it down on the stained wood top and felt him shift. Instinctively your hand came up and closed around his neck the best it could. He went limp letting out an impressive moan.

“Fuckin’ hell where’s this been hidden the whole time? Eh?” He looked like he was in pain, but your hand was only resting on his neck.

Using your other hand you reached between your legs, you would have made a drawn-out show of getting yourself ready. But the mess between your legs was embarrassing, especially given how it arrived there. Maybe there was something dark and shadowy inside yourself, maybe that’s why you and him were together.

You ran your fingers along his hard cock. Felt the throbbing of his silky skin, and enjoyed the way it made him pant. The urge to stay here and tease him for hours ran through your mind but the burning sensation in your core told you to save it for another time. You gripped him tightly enjoying the change in his features. You ran the head of his cock through your folds covering him in your hot mess.

“Please - just” He started tightening his grip on your hips as if you throw you over. You squeezed his throat lightly asserting yourself. “FUuuuuuck”

You took that as an invitation to take what you wanted. You seated yourself down on his cock quickly and enjoyed the delicious noise he made when you bottomed out. You’d never been on top before but on shaky legs, you finally found a rhythm that worked for you. It was extremely different, the angle hit you in a way that made your whole body want to seize up after just a few strokes.

You took your time enjoying the way the pressure built inside your body, eventually, you knew that he was close. His greed took over as he pulled your hips down and held you in place thrusting violently inside you. This only pushed you over the edge faster. Your whole body seized up and you let out a sharp cry as you came around him.

Opening your eyes you saw the sweat on his brow and the fever in his dark eyes. He was just on the edge as you were a lot of the time. But you had already gotten what you‘d come up here for. Questions answered and your body satisfied you got up off of him and narrowly escaped his grip pulling you back onto the bed.

“Get over here -” He snarled.

“Don’t ever cross me again” You pushed your face into his as you said it glaring at him with a rage unthought of for someone so small. He backed down as you walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Pulling a cigarette out of the vanity drawer you lit it while sitting down on the toilet. Your mind was racing over what had just happened.

“It wasn't even loaded for fucksakes” He muttered.. After washing up you came back to bed expecting to be met with consequences. You knew what you did was messed up, and you felt the hot feeling of shame start to boil in the pit of your stomach.

Getting in on your side of the bed you felt his arms wrap around your smaller frame.

“Did you get that out of those books you read or…” He whispered into your hair.

“No, I was just that angry….. Angry because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“You going up against Thomas.”

“He’s going to get old eventually”

“Then do right by him and inherit things the right way.” You said sternly.

“That’s what you want then?” He asked seriously.

“I Love this family Michael. A lot. Please don't do anything to mess that up.”

“Well, you’ve got a reputation now. Don’t have much choice other than to keep you happy.”

You made a noise of offense and felt the vibrations in his chest as he let out a laugh.

“You're so easy to bother.” He chuckled. “Any time you want to bring a not loaded gun to bed I won’t complain. See what I have to do to earn my finish”

His words surprised you. How on earth could someone so dominating, assertive, angry, and stubborn, enjoy letting you effectively assault him?

“I feel horrible.” You mumbled.

“Look at me.” He said firmly his arms helping you turn over to face him. You looked into his eyes illuminated by the street light outside your window. “If I wanted you off of me I would have grabbed these little, dainty, wrists.” One of his large hands easily wrapped around your wrists in an iron grip. “And moved the gun away rolling you over love.”

“Still I should have trusted that you had an explanation. I just-”

“Hush - none of that. I’ve clearly been neglecting certain duties. Let's let sleeping dogs lie.” He pulled you back into his arms and you enjoyed the tight embrace.

“I’d never actually hurt you” You whispered as sleep started to take you.

“I know, I love you too.” He said softly.

"Also Michael?" You remembered something else you wanted to negotiate.

"Yes, love." He sighed pulling you a little tighter.

"Shave that bloody mustache." You said as sternly as you could manage while being half asleep.

"Oh piss off." He grumbled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

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GOODFELLAS:

This is the scene I was thinking of. I have such a love-hate relationship with this movie. I thought it fit and hope you enjoyed it!!!!

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zablife · 1 year

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Merry Christmas, dear!!!

I'm probably fucking out of time and I don't know if you're writing something like this or not, but could you write about Polly Gray x daughter reader.

Imagine if the reader were in Anna's place. But at the age of 15, Polly appeared on the doorstep of the house, looking for her mother, because she stole information about her birth and documents where the address was. It could have happened on Christmas Eve, like a real miracle

❄️☃️

Polly paced the floor in front of the fire, needing to feel the heat against her skin. She couldn't seem to get warm these days, feeling lost in frozen exile with only a few servants and Michael visiting her occasionally. Her hands began to shake as she attempted to hold a cigarette to her lips and Michael stood from his seat to light it for her. When he watched her inhale slowly and breathe out the first plumes of clove infused smoke, he finally stepped back. "Would you like to open your present, mum?" he offered gently.

Polly didn't reply to his query. Instead her eyes went roving the ornate but empty rooms of her mansion as she mumbled, "Mum...that word is like a bullet to me." Then with anger rising in her throat she turned to face her son. "You're only here to do Tommy's bidding, then you'll leave. So what is it he wants now?" Polly spat.

"He wants to help you. We all do," Michael offered, reaching for his own cigarette case as a knock came at the door. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked. Polly only returned his look of confusion. Ever since the Peaky Blinders had begun threatening those who would seek out Polly for seances, no one dared knock on her door.

Stamping out her cigarette, she smoothed her dress and walked to the door in careful, measured steps. Good things rarely happened this time of night, yet Polly wasn't afraid. Something beckoned to her like a familiar tune barely audible in the wind.

As the heavy wood swung against her slight frame, Polly eyed the lanky girl in front of her. "Mrs. Gray?" the girl asked hesitantly.

Polly's brown eyes went wide at the sight of her younger self revisiting her like a ghost. Polly blinked and shook her head, "No! No, it can't be," she said placing her fingertips to her forehead as though that might make the vision go away.

The girl mistook Polly's surprise for annoyance and pulled her coat around herself self consciously. Casting her eyes downward she said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you on Christmas Eve. I was looking for my mother." As she trudged toward the steps, Polly reached a hand out into the frigid cold and cried out, "Wait!" Her heart stopped as she waited to see if the girl would turn. When she did, Polly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You'll catch your death of cold out here. Come in! I insist," she said, opening the door wide enough to allow the girl to pass.

As she entered, the girl surveyed her surroundings and startled slightly as Polly approached her in a state of frenzied agitation.

Polly raised a finger as if to make a point, but her hand shook with indecision. "You're--?"

"I'm Anna," the girl said, finishing her thought.

Polly brought her hands to her head as though the sound of the girl's weak voice were too much for her and clawed at her hair, eyes darting back and forth quickly. "But they told me you were dead. You died in Australia ten years ago. I...I saw the papers," she said stuttered, remembering the black folder Tommy had placed in front of her shortly before Michael arrived. She wondered if she were losing her mind. The hallucinations were infrequent these days, but still coming to her.

Anna stepped forward, placing a hand to Polly's elbow gently. "It's not true and I can prove it," she said, opening her handbag and producing a yellowed piece of paper.

Polly clutched the paper in her hands, reading over the script carefully before realizing it was Anna' birth certificate. As she stood motionless, Anna continued. "My adoptive parents tried to keep me from you when we moved back from Australia. When I said I'd try to find you when I turned eighteen, they took matters into their own hands. They convinced the right people to pronounce me dead to discredit me, but I found my documents in father's safe and ran away," she explained breathlessly.

Polly let out a little gasp, "Oh, my clever girl!" She placed her hands on either side of Anna's face, searching her eyes for the shadow of the little girl she'd left one morning before church never to see again. "Have you really come back to me?"

Anna nodded, tears flowing freely now. "I could never forget you, mum. I love you," she said with quivering lip.

Suddenly taking note of her own appearance, Polly fell forward and wept. "After all this time, you find me now...like this," she gestured around herself, feeling ashamed and unworthy. "I don't know what to say."

"Mum, please don't cry," Anna said, capturing the older woman in a warm embrace. She let Polly sob into her shoulder and patting her mother's back slowly, Anna said, "We can sit, sit and talk and put things back together."

Polly pulled away to look at the woman who now stood in place of the child she had anticipated coming home. She was confident and strong. Polly felt pride swell in her chest as she called for Michael. He stopped short in the hall when he saw the two women weeping before him, but something in his expression told Polly he knew the truth. She gestured for him and clutched his hand tightly. "Michael, this is your sister," she said in a firm, clear voice and her heart felt full for the first time in years.

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saintsir4n · 8 months

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ANXIETY

1914

A fucking mess is what Thomas Shelby caused, a huge fucking mess.

Carnage took over the factory town of Birmingham, mayhem was on every street and violence knocked on every door.

A single drop of blood started a war.

Enzo Changretta had been cut and left bedridden.

Eden made sure to get him home in a matter of time but as soon as she showed up with a battered and bloody Enzo the door was slammed on her face, leaving her guiltridden and lucid.

No one told her anything about how he was doing, no one except Dorris, but still even her information was limited and blunt. Eden didn't know what to do, her fears and insecurities about losing a dear friend taunted her, They returned each day along with the blistering sun. all day hovering above her as she worked and tried to get home safely amongst all the chaos. Taking off that bloody pendant left her feeling more vulnerable than ever, even though she didn't want to admit it aloud, she missed it, and now she was left alone and bare.

If she were to get hurt, she would welcome it, believing she was to blame for the drama between the families.

But the bad blood was getting too much for the families to handle, so the matriarchs called a meeting where they both agreed that the leaders were also present and by their sides.

Polly and Thomas.

Audrey and Luca.

Like water and oil, they didn't mix, but they sure had to agree to a truce.

"So we're in agreement," Polly spoke up after a long list of demands and compromises.

Tommy continued, "We're in agreement, we stay on our side of town and you stay on yours, no more blood will be spilt."

Luca's fist coiled under the table, nails slicing through flesh like the razors in the caps of the fucking blinders he would promise to end.

He didn't nod, instead, he muttered, "No more blood will be spilt."

Audrey pursed her lips, "If only my Enzo," her gaze flickered to the man she used to teach in school, who didn't seem the littlest bit of remorse much to her dismay and disappointment, "was a part of those terms fourteen days ago. Fortunately he can speak clearly, without blood spilling from his dear lips –" she sucked in a deep breath, preventing from any tears escaping her eyes, Luca drew his mother closer, kissing the top of her head, keeping his harsh gaze on the Shelby man, "we're in agreement."

Tommy left Polly's side and came up to the mother-son duo, they watched him with uncertainty.

Luca pulled away from his mother, meeting the man, standing toe-to-toe, but with Luca's height, he made sure to tower over him, even smirking when Tommy stared up.

Polly and Audrey exchanged somewhat of a nervous glance.

The men spat into their hands and shook, much to the disgust of Audrey.

The truce was sealed.

But that didn't stop Tommy's pride.

Taking out a cigarette, with his bandaged hand, crippled at the fact he didn't have Eden to light it for him, he took a drag as Luca and his mother began to leave the meeting place.

"You know..." Polly shot him a warning glance when the Changrettas halted their steps and turned to him, "She loves me," smoke escaped his lips, but they didn't fail to see the wickedness in his icy eyes, "She told me," he nodded to himself, withholding a hiss when his aunt grabbed his arm. "She...loves me."

Just when Luca went to storm over to Tommy, unaccepting of the news of his former love, his mother held him back, not wanting her son to walk into another one of the Shelby's traps.

Luca spat at his feet, glaring at the smirking man, whilst Audrey shook her head and took her oldest son away, leaving Polly to turn to her nephew in exhaustion.

"Throwin' rocks at glass houses Tommy, let's go before they throw some at ours," Polly demanded, taking his arm, "bloody fool."

"I guess I am for speakin' the truth ay?"

"You still think it's the truth, with how you've been actin'? Won't be the truth for long," After watching the smugness fall from his face, she dragged him along, "Now you're helpin' me prepare tonight's supper, no objections, it's the least you can do, causin' a war and almost givin' me a fuckin' heart attack and all."

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"Keep writin' out the primary colours Finny, it'll help you," Eden instructed, taking out her third cigarette of the day, watching as he struggled to write and grew angry at his the words on the page, "I'm helpin' you, I'm not gonna give up until you can spell 'em, by the end of this month, you'll know how to spell all three."

Finn looked down at the paper he scribbled all over, "Does Isaiah know?"

"He knows two and so will you soon, two weeks until April y'know," Smoke escaped her lips as she spoke.

"I won't get it," he mumbled, feeling defeated.

Words on a page looked foreign to him, he knew what was English and what wasn't, but they jumbled together and worked against him, making his vision fight to put them back together.

"I said I'm helpin' you aren't I?" Eden said rhetorically, knowing he was behind, but she wouldn't give up. It was obvious he was having trouble with reading and writing, but he would get there.

"Ada told me you and Tommy are done," Finn didn't catch her tensing at the mention of his brother's name.

Sighing, she asked, "Did she know?"

"Tommy said it's a lie."

Eden withheld an eye-roll, "Course he did."

She was grateful at the sound of someone knocking at the door.

Her parents were out shopping for food for the week with Polly Grey, meaning she had to look after Finn. Ada was out with Martha, whilst the men were presumably at the betting shop.

"Wanna go and see who it is."

Happy to part with his spelling lesson he jumped from his seat and ran out of the room, much to her amusement.

Seconds passed, and Eden had some muffled talk at the door as she inhaled her cigarette.

"Finn! Who is it?" she asked, craning her neck to see who the approaching footsteps belonged to.

Her smile quickly faded when Finn returned with Tommy.

Abruptly standing up, she pointed at the door, "Get out."

"I've come to talk," Tommy took a step closer to her, eyes flickering to her bare neck, his stomach churned at the sight. It wasn't right.

"Did I stutter? Get out," she snapped.

Finn stood between them, looking back and forth in confusion, not understanding what was happening, but secretly enjoying the animosity since he would finally have a chance with Eden.

Tommy argued, "You denyin' me the right to retrieve my brother?"

"I'm not denying you anything, wait outside for Finn."

"Eden –"

"I still have that knife," she exclaimed, falsely smiling at him.

"What knife?" Finn asked, just to be ignored.

Swiping his tongue passed his cheek, Tommy cocked his head at her, stuck between wanting to argue or take her upstairs.

"Can't use it on me, there's a truce darlin'" Tommy countered, her face twisted up.

"Was I there? No, well the truce don't involve me," she said thoughtlessly.

It had everything to do with her.

He gave her a pointed look, "Your brain can be bigger than mine at times Eden, so don't."

"Get out," she repeated.

Tommy kneeled before his brother, "Finn, wait in the front room."

Finn frowned, "I'm learnin' my colours."

Eden weakly smiled at him, "Finny —"

She let out a pregnant sigh when Tommy pulled out a bag of pear drops for the boy whose face lit up at the treats, happily took them and left, slamming the door behind him.

Standing up straight Tommy took off his cap, tossing it on the kitchen table, watching as she discarded her cigarette – that he didn't light, - into a chipped ashtray, before reaching for another one and lighting it all on her own.

Tommy settled his hands on a chair, needing to stop himself from recoiling from the hurt in his chest.

Luckily his brother was in the other room, Finn's crush on the woman he loved wasn't a threat, but he couldn't have them in the same room for long.

"You were about to use that weapon on me," he stated, staring deeply into her eyes as she leaned against the counter. He didn't stop thinking about that moment, it played over in his mind like a record, a record he never wanted to listen to again. But he did, when he worked, drank or even thought up new plans for the future, it played loudly for him and him alone to listen to. "Weren't ya?"

She took another drag, noticing his bandage hand and scoffed, "You left me no choice."

"Oh there were many choices but I know...you made the right one," he admitted, but judging by the look on her face she wasn't buying it.

"Why you here Thomas? Wanna talk about how I save lives and you almost take 'em?" she retorted, making him snort.

"That's debatable love."

"How's that?"

"Heard a bigot was charged at the local hospital earlier this week, you know after the truce was settled. Apparently, this man refused to let you assist 'im 'cause of your skin..." her gaze hardened at his words, he noted and continued, "he died a few days later, did he succumb to his wounds? Or did you play devil's advocate?" she didn't respond, "not that I would judge you if you did."

He would applaud her, knowing how twisted it would be, but her frown only made him think more and more of all the times someone 'succumbed to their wounds', on her watch. Was it the truth or, was it on her? He would kill someone in the name of Eden Dawkins and wouldn't think twice about it, but the look on Eden's face, she wouldn't admit it like the idea was foreign to her, like playing God wasn't in her willhouse.

"Chronic traumatic encephalopathy," she spoke after moments passed, looking away from the shift in the tone of the room and his relentless gaze.

Tommy didn't understand, "What?"

"It's caused by repeated trauma to the head if you didn't know. It's a disease actually," she continued, only causing more confusion.

"Why are ya tellin' me this?"

Hitting off the ash, she took a step closer to him, "Because it's what Enzo could've ended up with. You hit him so many times that he could've had -- all because you thought he was... what did you say ' all over me.'" she mocked, "he fortunately only has a concussion, a busted lip and two black eyes, well I don't know personally, I was told by Dotty because the Changrettas won't let me see 'im." emotions thickened her tone of voice.

"The truce states you're not allowed near little Italy at least until everythin' blows over."

"Are you not listenin' to me?" she stressed, "I can't see my best friend because of you."

"He's alive right?"

"Christ Thomas," he cringed at how she said his name, "So what, your best friend gets taken from you and you try to do the same to me?"

Her words whipped him across the face, like the full effect of a slap.

"I wouldn't--"

"Because Thomas Shelby can't be alone in his sufferin' right? He can accuse people of atrocities and get away with it. As if I would dare to wish that Greta would die," her voice rose, causing him to rake his fingers through his hair.

"I know you wouldn't," he admitted, feeling the guilt gnaw away at him, just from her tone.

Jabbing the cigarette in his direction, she scowled, "But you said it to me, no, you yelled it in my face."

"I'm sorry."

Eden let out a bitter laugh, "No. I don't believe you."

Tommy licked his lips and debated his answer, "Don't blame you neither –"

Eden shook her head and began another rant, "Enzo has been speakin' to me. Radio silence from the kid and I don't blame him you know," Tommy looked down, "Dottie has been keepin' me in the loop. He could've died, Thomas! Is that what you want?"

His eyes narrowed, "You think that's what I want?"

Throwing her hand up, she replied, "I honestly haven't got a clue what you want. Never do anymore and that's fine, just leave me alone. Please."

Tommy scoffed, "That's not on the table."

"Fuck the table!"

Eden waited for him to grab his cap, but instead, he retrieved something from his trouser pocket, making her freeze when the black Madonna was placed on the table. His mother's necklace. The one she promised never to take off. Greta...she promised Greta she wouldn't and here it was.

Sucking in deep breathe, Tommy locked eyes with her again, "Now, I know you're angry at me, but Eden, this is yours –"

"Might I remind you that we broke up last week?" she interrupted.

"Since fuckin when?!" he yelled.

"Since fucking then," she yelled back.

Eden's brown eyes darted between him and the necklace, It took everything in her not to just put it back on, for her, for him and their peace of mind.

But he just seemed to cause far too much heartbreak for her to even pick it up.

"No."

She glanced up at him in confusion, "No?"

"No, we're not broken up. Sorry to tell you that we're still together," he said cooly.

"Was threatenin' you with a knife not clear enough for you or?..." she stubbed out the cigarette, but she already wanted another, and Tommy did too.

"It was a fight, I fucked up I know," he tried to reason.

"Do you? Because you're actin' like I want to be around you. Fuck off." she yelled, pointing at the door, but it had very little effect on Tommy.

The man blinked slowly at her, only driving her further up the wall.

Retrieving something else from his blazer pocket, Tommy slammed it down on the table, startling her when she saw a gift wrapped up. It was clear he didn't do the wrapping, it looked pristine.

"There."

"What is that?" She made no effort to put it up, just like the necklace.

He nodded to it, "Open it."

"No," but she did come closer, "Do you think this is an apology?"

"It's a start," For the first time, he looked away and stared at her hands, wishing she could reach over and let him trace what he wanted to say on them since his words weren't working or gifts.

Eden Dawkins was a stubborn woman... his woman or that's what he told himself.

She was tormenting him but not accepting his apology.

"Have you apologised to Enzo? My friend, you attacked for no reason."

"I had a reason," he muttered, getting flashes of how another man had his arms wrapped around her waist, making his grip on the chair tighten.

"No, you didn't trust me," she added, making him look up again.

Tommy caught himself counting her beauty spots, finding himself getting in lost in her beauty, fuck, he missed her.

"You know what you are to me and so does he," his words made her gulp and turn her head to the side.

"Everyone fuckin' knows," she mumbled.

He watched her as she tried blinking back her impending tears. He didn't mean to put her in this state, he could even see the screws loosening in her head. He didn't want her to be this way and he knew it meant he couldn't act in such a way again.

Eden prided herself on being emotional, very little set her off. It was good to be in touch with emotions and never understood why people were so against it and by people she meant men. When she was angry it showed, that she pinched her fingers or flesh when her anxiety got to her and cried when everything got too much, but as of late, cigarettes were all that kept her emotions composed. And composed is what she needed to be especially if she didn't want to risk losing her job.

Eden's sniffle pulled him from his thoughts, "Sometimes I just sit there and ask myself, why am I with 'im? He treats me good but then acts like I'm just this thing to calm 'im down, some object that he picks up and puts down when it suits 'im. And when I think, why do I stay, all I can say is, I dunno. The fuck does that say bout me?"

"You love me," he said, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms, but she wouldn't abide it.

Turning to face him, she couldn't help but admit, "I do."

"That's why you stay."

Eden began to pinch her fingers, "You love me."

"I do."

"Then why treat me like this?" she dared to ask, feeling tears pool in her eyes.

"I fucked up," he answered, but she wouldn't accept that.

"No, fuck that, answer the question, be real, no beating 'round the bush. I want an honest answer, do you think lovin' me is an excuse to treat me like dogshite?"

Waiting for an answer, she watched his eyes widen, seeing emotions flood them like a storm, but as soon as the waves came, they went their way as Tommy turned his head, moving to open his mouth, just to bite down on his tongue.

In Tommy's mind, he didn't want to say the wrong them.

But Eden took his silence as an answer.

The kitchen door opened and a hesitant Finn poked his head around it, wondering if all the commotion stopped.

"You done shoutin'?" he meekly asked and the couple immediately felt bad since he could hear everything.

Coming over to him, Eden took his hands in hers, "My darlin' Finn, I'm sorry, we were just –"

"--Playin' a game, who can shout the loudest," Tommy cut in.

Forcing out a chuckle, Eden admitted, "I won,"

"Don't sound like a good game," Finn mumbled, looking at his brother, who didn't seem himself.

"It's not," Tommy stated, staring remorsefully at Eden, "We shouldn't play it."

"Next time you're here, I'll get you some sweets to make it up to you," Eden promised.

"Okay," he grinned since he finished the bag he was given and took Tommy's hand, "we leavin'?"

"You are," Eden answered excitedly before he could, "I'll see ya later."

"Bye Edie."

Taking his cap off the table, Tommy turned to her and quietly whispered, "This ain't finished," he felt his pocket grow heavier, making him glance at the table to see that the pendant had vanished, drawing him to the conclusion she slipped it back into his possession.

Pretending to act smug, Eden retorted, "Just go back to ignorin' me, I preferred that way."

She didn't.

And Tommy knew it, "You don't."

Watching Finn gather his things and leave the room to get his shoes, she turned back to Tommy with teary eyes.

"You know... You make it hard to love you, Thomas Shelby."

It was then Tommy swallowed the harsh truth, that he didn't deserve her, not in the slightest, but that didn't mean he would just give up. He tried to hide the hurt he could feel taking over his face, but he couldn't.

"Edie..." he found himself saying her nickname, startling them both entirely, but slowly she came to and looked away, biting down on her bottom lip to prevent any more tears, tears that he would wipe away if she let him.

She waved Finn goodbye, just as he dragged his older brother away and out the door.

Her parents would be back soon.

Scanning the kitchen, she realised that she never returned the gift to Tommy.

She gave in to her curiosity and wiped away another stray tear before ripping open the wrapping paper.

It was a notebook.

Turning the first page she caught sight of his handwriting, it was neater than his brothers, better than some men in her opinion.

Your number one fan.

-T. Shelby

Eden broke down in tears.

"Fuckin' bastard."

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a/n:

i feel like to an extent all my ocs are emotional, they just show their emotions in different ways. i didn't realise until recently how emotional i am and it isn't a bad thing guys, i think that's why i write eden the way i do. she is and isn't in touch with her emotions, she can be very irrational yet patient.

also, imma leave whether or not eden's letting 'people succumb to their wounds' up for interpretation. do you believe she has it in her to do something like that?

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #edendawkins #Tommy and Eden #peakyblinders fic #tommy shelby x oc #1914 #birmingham

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Drinking Games

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Plot: (Y/N) thought it was a good idea to have a drinking game with Arthur

Word Count: 1089

Warning: Drinking, Drunk reader and Arthur, hungover reader, a little angst at the end, soft Arthur,

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It had been a long week for both Arthur and (Y/N). With everything from running the Garrison, to Tommy asking them to do things for him and the company, they hadn’t spent a lot of time together. When they would see each other in passing, or if was when they were going to bed, they would give each other a quick kiss or small hug, just to give a little loving moment when they were going in opposite directions.

She walked into the Garrison, looking that it was a quiet night, trying to find Arthur. Harry looks up and gives her a small smile.

“Good evening Mrs. Shelby,” he addresses her.

“Good evening Harry, is Arthur here?” she asks.

“I think so. You can go check,” he says. She gives him a nod before making her way to the back.

When she walks into the back, she sees Arthur looking over the books, with a glass of whisky in hand.

“You look like you are having fun,” she says, getting his attention quickly. He smiles, standing to greet her.

“Hello my dear,” he greets her, placing a kiss on her painted lips. They pull away, (Y/N) giggles at the lipstick that had transferred onto his.

“What's so funny there?” he questions. “Just a little lipstick smudge,” she says. Arthur groans while (Y/N) gets out her little handkerchief, lightly removing the lipstick from him.

“There. All better,” she says before placing a kiss on his cheek. He gives her a look before rubbing it off himself.

“What are you up to,” she asks while looking at his work.

“Just updating to books,” he says, sitting back down to continue.

“How much longer will it take you to finish?” she questions, pulling out a cigarette and quickly lighting it.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” he replies.

They sit there in silence for the next thirty minutes or so. When Arthur closes the books, he walks over to where (Y/N) was sitting and brought her into his lap. His arms wrap around her waist and his head nuzzles its way into her neck.

“Miss me?” she jokes, already knowing the answer.

“Like no tomorrow,” he replies, not moving from his position.

“How was your day?” she asks, playing with his slicked-back hair.

“The usual, working, going around with Tommy if needed. What about you, love?” he asks, placing a few light kisses along her neck.

“It was good. You know how Polly makes me run around town. But, she gave me the day off tomorrow,”

“Is that right,” he says, moving a little to make eye contact with her. “How do you want to celebrate it?” he asks.

(Y/N) looks over him to see his alcohol selection and got an idea. She got off Arthur’s lap and made her way behind his desk.

“How about a little game,” she says, still facing the whiskey and other spirits.

“What type of game?” he questions.

“I was thinking along the lines of a drinking game,” she says while walking back over to him.

“Darling, I will drink you under the table,” he says, trying to get her to back out of the idea.

“Oh come on, I will be fine. Or are you scared that you will lose to your wife in your favourite pastime,” (Y/N) jabs. He shakes his head before grabbing the bottle.

“Oh, you are on.”

About a bottle or two in, (Y/N) was really feeling the alcohol hit her. Arthur seemed fine, but her mind was so blurry, that he could be pissed drunk and look fine.

“How are you feeling darling?” he asks, topping off his glass.

“I think I am ok,” she says. Normally she never gets this pissed, but something captivated her to challenge Arthur.

“Are you sure (Y/N)?” he says. Even when he is pissed to heaven and back, he is still protective over (Y/N).

“Why scared that you will lose?” she jabs again. Arthur just shakes his head at her words.

“You will regret this in the morning,” he states, pulling back his drink.

The birds were chirping when (Y/N) returned to the land of the living. She couldn’t remember a whole lot that had happened, but she does remember she challenged Arthur to a drinking game. She doesn’t remember going home, assuming Arthur somehow got them home.

‘I got to stop challenging Arthur to these things,’ she thinks while still snuggling into the sheets. The weight around her waist was a welcome feeling, knowing it was Arthur. He brings her closer to his body, nuzzling his face into her hair.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” she rasps out. Arthur sent out a deep chuckle.

“How are you feeling?” she questions, turning over so she could see his face.

“The real question is how are you my dear?” he questions back, causing her to groan. Arthur laughs at her response.

“Remind me to not challenge you into a drinking game again,” she says into his chest, hiding from the rising sun coming in from the window. Arthur is still laughing at her, she smiles and places a soft kiss on his peck. (Y/N) sat up a little, realizing that she was completely nude, Arthur just in his boxers. A seductive smile falls across her face, before kissing his lips.

“Well since it is the first time that neither of us has something to do, I am thinking we should have some quality time together, she says, her hand moving down his chest. Arthur raises an eyebrow, with a cheeky smirk plastered across his lips.

“Yeah, and how would you like to spend that time?” Arthur sits up a little so he was leaning against the headboard. His hands moving her to now straddle his hips.

“I think I have a few ideas,” she says teasingly. He groans before kissing her sternum.

“You will be the death of me,” he says against her soft skin. She giggles, running her hand through his bedhead.

“Somedays I think the same thing,” she says before kissing his forehead.

“Oi!” he says before flipping them over, (Y/N) back against the mattress and Arthur hovering over her.

“You will pay for that,” he states before kissing down her neck.

“I’m sure I will,” she smiles, enjoying the attention.

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Honor and Blood - Part five

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Read previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 -

Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Have in mind that this story happens in season 1 and the beef the Shelbys had with the Lees was solved before Tommy got the guns.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, mild smut

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes

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The days passed and Tommy barely left your mind.

You went to bed and dreamed about him... wild dreams. You also had a weird dream about a party where he was dacing with someone and you felt sick. You didn’t know what that meant and just assumed it was your mind playing tricks on you

You hoped to see him when you made your way through the city to the shop, but you never did.

He is a busy man.

You wondered if he felt the same for you if he wanted the same thing you did. You didn't really know what you wanted from him, but you knew that you wanted him.

As you organized the tapestry on the shop's storage room you heard them call for you

"Y/N there's someone in here for you!" you heard

You stood up from where you were kneeling and cleaned the little dust that got in your dress.

When you walked out of the storage room you saw Polly and smiled

"Hey!" you said approaching her "what are you doing here?"

"Hi, dear" she hugged you "Tommy sent me. He wanted me to deliver this" she handed you a file

"What is this?" you asked opening it

"Some sort of contract? I haven't really looked into it" she answered “he just told me to tell you to take it to the city hall to get legitimated”

As you took the papers out of the file you saw writing in bold letters 'contract of ownership', you smiled.

"Oh I know what this is," you said "thank you, Polly"

"You are very welcome, love. He said if you have any doubts he would be in the garrison at the end of the day” she said lighting herself a black cigarette “Things are looking good" she said looking and walking around the shop "And you look good too," she said looking you up and down.

Since you now came to town every day, you decided to change your appearance a little to look more like most people, and with a simple change in your closet, you did.

You didn’t want to cut your hair short like every other woman in town, so you started to take more care of your hair, wearing braids with little silver embellishments, keeping your gypsy spirit alive at least in your hair.

"Well thank you. Hated the looks they gave me" you put the files behind the counter

She nodded “I know what you mean. Just don’t let ‘em change you too much, ok?” she said with care in her eyes and you nodded.

She started walking around the shop again.

"I can't wait till we are open," you said with excitement and Polly smiled

"You are putting your blood and sweat in this aren't ya?" she asked as she got closer to the jewelry showcase

"I'm only doing my best," you said

"This is so beautiful Y/N," she said pointing.

You approached her and saw that she was talking about an earring made out of Esmeraldas and gold.

"Oh, yes... that one is one of my favorites" you statted

"Maybe you're looking at your first client" she winked "I'll be here when you guys open up. Two days yes?" you nodded “see you then” she smiled and gave you one last hug before leaving.

“Wait,” you said as she was crossing the door. She turned around to look at you

"Why did Tommy send you?" you asked, "why didn't he give this to me himself?"

"Tommy... he is busy, love. He's always busy, and this bloody business he is doing now..." she shook her head disapprovingly "his head is somewhere else these days" you nodded, and with one last smile, she left.

You went behind the counter and started to read the contract. It wasn't a very long one but on the second page, in one of the first paragraphs, there was something wrong, the name of the street was misspelled and you knew that could be a problem.

You couldn't take this to city hall, and you didn't have a typing machine to correct it. You would have to go to him.

You decided to believe what Polly had told you and at the end of the day, you were heading to the garrison. Hoping he was there.

As you walked in, the eyes were on you again, but this time they were different. They weren't looking at you as if they thought you were strange but as if they desired you. That somehow bothered you way more.

You went straight to the bartender.

"Where's Tommy?" you asked him and he pointed to the same little room he did the last time "thanks," you said and walked towards it.

And there he was with his brothers drinking whisky.

"Y/N!" Arthur yelled your name raising his glass "You came to drink with us!?"

"Hi, Arthur. No, I didn't..." you looked at Tommy "I was hoping we could talk. About the contract," you said and he nodded downing his cup with one last sip

"Oh work work work. Just relax Y/N the sun is down, we celebrate! another day has passed. We drink! And we let the bloody work for tomorrow, eh, Right brother?" John said tangling his words as he spoke, clearly drunk as well.

"Yeah, right" Arthur agreed and they both looked at Tommy

"Let's do it somewhere else, eh," he said standing up while John and Arthur booed him playfully

You left the room with him and as you walked out you heard Arthur talking to John "We can't judge... he only wants to get his dick wet" and both of them laughed

You rolled your eyes

"Don't listen to them, ey" He said in your ear. You looked at him and smiled

"Where are we going?" you asked

"To me office. You want to discuss the contract right?" he asked and you nodded "we do that in an office" You stopped walking

"But it's a simple tiny thing. It can be done here if you want" you said but he shook his head "you sure?"

"Yes, I'm" he answered "Just give me one sec," he said leaving you close to the bar and disappearing somewhere.

Oh if he ever wants to punish you, that's all he has to do: leave you in a crowded place. You felt like a tiny deer surrounded by a bunch of hungry wolfs.

No, stop it. You are a powerful woman and if any of these men come any closer you can easily hurt them, you told yourself.

"You here alone?" you heard a woman with an Irish accent ask, you looked at her and saw a very beautiful blond woman.

"Just about to leave" you smiled "you work here?" you asked noticing she stood behind the counter.

"Started today" she answered

"Good luck" you smiled

"Thank you, they aren't that bad," she said and you smiled "I am Grace"

"Y/N" you introduced yourself

"What you think about reading my future you delicious little thing,” a man asked behind you, clearly drunk

You rolled your eyes "not that bad, hum?" you asked her and she shrugged

"Hey I spoke to ya" he touched your arm pulling you to turn to him

"Your future tells me..." you shook your arm releasing his grip on your arm "that if you don't fuck off you will wake up without your balls," you said and he laughed.

You sighed seeing Tommy approach.

"Oh aren't you a cocky bitch" he said approaching his face to yours so that you could smell the alcohol on him

"Are we good here?" Tommy asked

"Yeah, just gonna show this bitch her place, Tommy," the man said.

Tommy frowned, having no idea who this man was and why the hell he was calling him Tommy.

"I wasn't asking you," he said bluntly and the man backed away a bit "Is this man bothering you Y/N?" he asked you as he put his gloves on

You saw the man's expression change in a matter of seconds.

The pub went quiet, watching the exchange.

You could see John and Arthur standing by the door, ready to act if needed.

You looked at him and shook your head, not wanting to be in the middle of a fight or something. You just wanted to get the hell out of that place.

He nodded placing his hand on your lower back and leading you out of the pub “let’s get out of ‘ere then”

"Tommy with the respect I didn't know she was yours," the man said walking after you both. Tommy stopped and turned to him

"She saved you a lot of shame by lying. So why don't you back off, ey?" Tommy asked putting his hand out and pointing at him "I'll deal with you later" the man’s face turned white and you both left the pub

"You ok?" he asked as you made your way to wherever his office was

"Yes," you answered, "where did you go?".

"Had to ask Arthur for something... For a meeting we have tomorrow" he explained and you nodded. Little did you know that he simply came back to warn them to never make that sort of comment about you ever again.

His office wasn't far long.

As you walked inside you saw how messy that place was it didn't look like an office

"Where are we?" you asked

"This is the betting shop" he answered "over here" he called you opening a door.

Walking in it was a bit more like an office, a tiny one but he was making his way up, just like you.

"Do you want some whisky?" he asked putting two glasses on the desk and you nodded sitting down.

"Thanks," you said as he handed you your glass. He nodded and sat on his chair.

"So what seems to be the problem?" He asked and you handed him the contract.

"There is something misspelled," you said. When he picked the contract he barely looked at the first page and went straight to the second page. You frowned at him and smiled "but it seems like you already know" he looked at you and shook his head

"I don't," he said and for a second you thought you could see him holding a smile.

Would he put something in there by purpose? was he testing you?

"You don't?" you asked smiling and he shook his head again.

"Where is it?" he asked flipping the pages

"Page two, second paragraph"

he looked at the papers for a while and shook his head again "can't seem to find it" he said.

At that point, you didn't know if he was making fun of you or if he was being honest and didn't see it.

You stood up and made your way to him.

Standing by his chair you leaned closer to him and pointed at the mistake.

"Right here," you said but he wasn't looking at the document no more, he was looking at you.

He led his free hand to your face and with a simple small movement, he pulled your face and kissed you.

He put the contract on the table, freeing his other hand to put it on your waist and pull you to sit on top of him.

The kiss was intense and oh my god he was good kisser.

Your heart raced and your belly filled with excitement as his hands roamed over your body putting pressure and being gentle in the right places.

You backed away to look at him.

"Answer me honestly, did you put that on purpose?" you asked

"I was distracted" he shrugged and you smiled

"Distracted?" you asked and he nodded "with what?"

"The thought of you" he answered and pulled you into a kiss again "in me office," he said in between kisses "I guess I accidentally made a mistake. It's a good thing you saw it".

"Accidentally?" you asked smiling and he nodded holding your face and kissing you more passionately.

And there it was, the answer you needed. He wanted you too. He made a mistake to simply have you with him again.

You stayed awhile, enjoying every caress he gave you, every touch, every kiss, every compliment.

His hands held you tightly and encouraged you to move to mount him. You start moving on top of him, you felt his erection through his pants so hard and desperate to release.

Fuck, you needed him so much.

"You're killing me 'ere" he muttered and you chuckled subtly.

"Sorry," you said awkwardly

"Don't be, eh" he said admiring your face as he caressed and kissed you again.

Holding your ass with both hands, he stood up supporting you as he did, and placed you on the table.

"Fuck" you whispered with the movement, feeling more excited now. He smiled at the corner of his lips, a smile so full of desire you felt like prey, making you feel like you were on fire.

His hands roamed your inner thighs, pressing it as it traveled the warm, soft skin beneath your dress contrasting to his cold, calloused hands.

His hand found its way over your panties teasing you as his fingers traveled the hem of it.

You breathed soundly and moved your hips encouraging him to move his hands inside.

"Hm," he rested his forehead on yours "tell me what you want, love," he said with his voice huskier than ever.

"I want you" you whispered

"Ya?" he asked and you nodded "what do you want me to do to you?" he asked

"Make me feel good" you said

"Make you feel good, eh?" he asked pulling your panties aside and sliding his fingers between your folds.

You closed your eyes and moaned as he pressed gently at your clit, circling over it

"Like that?" he asked

"Yes" you answered almost in a whisper as you let yourself enjoy his touch

"You are so wet for me, love" he said and kissed your neck. You roamed your hands over his toned abs and went straight to his pants

"And you so hard for me," you said and he groaned with your touch. Increasing his movements over your clit making you spasm a little as the feeling got too strong.

He inserted one of his fingers inside of you moving it slowly. As you ajusted he inserted another one curving it a little so it would hit that nice spot.

No one had ever made you feel this good, it was almost as if he knew your body as if he knew exactly what you liked and what you needed.

You rested your head on his shoulders breathing into his neck as your orgasm built uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Tommy" you whispered between your soft moans "I'm so close"

He intensified his movements and with his thumbs he managed to caress your clit at the same time.

It didn't take longer than 5 minutes for you to come around his fingers. As you came your senses were overstimulated and you barely could see or understand whatever was around you. your moans left your lips as if they had a life of their own. Your body felt weak, you were certain that if you were standing up you would be on the floor right now. Your breathing was heavy and your heartbeat was so strong you could feel it in your ear and you felt your body hot as if you had just come out of a very hot bath. Your juices leaked out of you and dripped on top of his table, you never thought that you could come like that.

The sight of you like that made Tommy at the edge of his release.

"That was intense" you managed to say after a while, your head still resting on his shoulders as your breathing stabilized.

"Did you feel good enough?" he asked and you smiled raising your head and looking at his eyes

"Did you see what just happened to me?" you chuckled "I bearly lost control of my body"

"Yes then, ey?" he asked with lust in his voice and you nodded smiling

"Your turn" you caressed his erection but he held your wrists.

"Not today love. Let today be about you, eh" he said pulling you into a kiss

"What do you mean?" you asked a bit confused

"Let's take this slow, ey. No need to hurry, love" he said caressing your face.

You felt like if you pushed a little he would give, but you didn't. You didn't know why he wanted what he wanted but you nodded. Maybe he just wanted to leave you wanting more, another game of his. Or maybe he didn't want to prove his brothers right, he didn't want to get his dick wet.

"How many contracts of mine are you going to screw up until I am deserving of that, hm?" you asked jokingly

"As many as I need" he said as he helped you out of the table and you chuckled.

You sat with him a while longer just talking about life and flirting while drinking whisky. You not usually drinked out of the camp, but you let your guard down with him.

Somewhere between midnight you went back home.

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misstressshelby · 3 years

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A little magic

Summary: After failing to get pregnant Tommy Shelby and his wife try alternative methods.

Warnings: Swearing, pregnancy issues, smut

Paring: Tommy Shelby X Fem Reader

Word Count:2,438

(A/N: I am not Roma. It is an extremely closed culture that differs from region to region so it is hard to research. Everything related to magic in this is just things I've learned in my own craft. Expect Amari De who is the goddess of motherhood and nature among Romani. Also, this is my first smut so I'm very nervous.)

“Mrs. Shelby, did you hear what I just said?” The voice broke you out of your trance. You had been staring at a painting hung on the wall since you’d sat down. No, you didn’t hear what the doctor said but it didn’t matter. He said the same thing the last six doctors told you. It wasn’t impossible for you to have children, just highly unlikely. If you did, the pregnancy would be high risk. But there were always more treatments and tests. More prodding, invading questions and people look at you with pity in their eyes.

“Yes, I heard you. Thank you for your time, Dr. Turner.” You replied with a tight simile.

Tommy squeezed your hand beside you while taking a drag of his third cigarette. You didn’t remember the ride home, only that you drove in silence. As soon as you arrived you went to your shared bedroom. You were exhausted but knew you wouldn’t sleep. Your body hated you that way.

Two weeks later Esme had come to see you with her small army of kids. The girls were trying to make the boys play school with them but the boys wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, they wanted to go outside and play cowboys. Esme and you sat on chairs on the patio overlooking the garden talking about your husbands.

“John hasn’t been home in three bloody days! He only comes in to fuck me then leaves again. I swear I’m gonna cut off his balls the next time I see him.” The woman said exasperated.

“If you cut off his balls what would you do for fun eh? You two go at it like rabbits.” You laughed at your sister-in-law.

“I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m sick of being bloody pregnant. My feet hurt all the fucking time and I can’t remember the last time had a drink. Or any fun for that matter.” Esme gestured to her ever-growing stomach.

You gave a half-hearted chuckle and tried to ignore the pang of jealousy in your chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry love I wasn’t-’Esme rushed out.

“It’s okay Esme. I’m happy for you and John really.” Your smile was genuine this time even though the jealousy remained.

The brunette moved closer and leaned in like she was telling a secret.

“You know me cousin was like you tried for years and just couldn’t get knocked up. Then one day she saw Madam Boswell, now she has five.” Esme had a look in her eye that reminded you of Polly. Sometimes the monarch of the Shelby's would look at you like she saw through you.

“You think she would see me? I’m a gorger after all.” You didn’t want to get your hopes up again.

“You’re a fucking Shelby yeah,” Esme said as if your last name solved decades of tradition. Maybe it did. Being a Shelby opened a lot of doors these days.

Two hours later Esme was leaving the kids with Polly on Water lane. Jonny Doggs was preparing a caravan. You were in Tommy’s office writing him a letter and praying to every God that he wouldn’t be too mad.

Dear Tommy,

I’m sorry for leaving without any notice. I’m going with Esme to Blackpool and should be back before next Sunday. Johnny Doggs is coming with us so you don’t have to worry. I promise I’ll explain more when I get home.

Yours always, (Y/N)

True to your word you arrived next Friday to see lights on in the house. The sun had already gone down which usually meant Tommy wasn’t far behind. You opened the large wooden door to find Mary already waiting.

“Hello Mrs. Shelby, how was your trip?” Mary smiled.

“It was nice, Mary. Thank you. Where is me husband?” You asked. You knew the longer you waited the worst your nerves would get.

“In his study Miss, he’s been sleeping there,” Mary told her warily. The maid took your coat and started to walk back into the house.

You stopped her, “Mary is he….is he mad?”.

“No, not mad, just worried.” Mary smiled softly before going back to work.

You made your way through the house taking in the living room like the first time you’d had seen it. Coming back home always feels different. As if the energy had shifted in your absence. As you considered this as you arrived at Tommy’s office door.

The door felt larger than normal looming over you separating you from the man inside. You didn’t knock as you normally would, opting to pop your head in instead.

He didn’t notice you at first thinking you were a maid coming in to ask about dinner. You stood by the door for a moment taking in the sight of him hunched over his desk looking at papers. Tommy’s hair was falling over his eyes and the ashtray beside him was littered with cigarettes. His clothes look disheveled like Mary said he looked as if he’d slept in them.

“Hello, Tommy.” You said as you walked to his desk letting him know you were home.

“Your home.” He stated.

Your husband finally looked up, while he tried to look stoic you could see his shoulders relax.

“Yeah, I am. Did you get my letter?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Mhhm I got it. Any reason you decided to run off to Blackpoll with Esme and Jonny Doggs love?” Tommy raised an eyebrow at you.

You moved around to sit on the edge of his desk before leaning down to kiss your husband. Tommy pulled you into him despite himself as you savored each other. As you pulled away your foreheads stayed pressed against one another. You took a breath before telling him.

“I went to visit Madam Boswell.” You finally said. “Esme told me that she helped a cousin of hers.”

After the words left your mouth Tommy leaned back in his chair rubbing his hands down his face. “So you let a witch put a spell on you cause Esme said?’ He laughed.

“Oi she’s not a witch Thomas and she didn’t put a spell on me. She only gave me instructions for a ritual; for us to do if we wish.” You scolded him.

You didn’t know why before you would’ve laughed at the thought as well. You’d never really put much thought into Roma magic. You’d listen to Polly’s stories or let her read your leaves from time to time. The same way an atheist would sit through a sermon. But there was something about Madam Boswell that made her feel ethereal. As if she knew everything that had happened and everything that would. It was silly but you clung to that feeling wanting to believe in it.

“You know Pol says Shelby's have magic in their blood, so what’s a little more?” You tried to reason with your husband.

“And you believe her?” He asked but he didn’t laugh this time.

“I think Pol can see things in people that others can’t and so can you. Call it magic or whatever you want.” You took your husband’s face in your hands rubbing along his jaw.

“She says it could help us have a baby Tommy. So why not try? Will you at least think about it?” You pleaded with your husband.

Tommy’s eyes got soft at the mention of you conceiving. You knew how much he wanted a baby too. Though he tried to act like the never-ending appointments didn’t pain him as much as his wife.

“I’ll think about it yeah,” He told you standing from his chair to kiss your forehead.

“Dinner should be ready soon, let's get something to eat yeah? Johnny Doggs is a shit cook.” You laughed, pulling your husband out of his office.

It was three days later when Tommy finally gave you an answer. You was sitting in front of your vanity getting ready for bed when he came in. You knew what he wanted right away, it was rare for Tom to come to bed before midnight unless he wanted a fuck.

“Alright.” He said with a nod of his head.

“Really?” You got up with a smile.” Okay just let me get the things.”

“Things? You never said there were things love.” Tommy grunted.

You ignored him walking toward the walk-in closet to get the bag Madam Boswell had given you.

“It’s only some candles, a seed, a medallion, and a little spell.” You recited every item as you sat them on the bed.

Tommy came to stand beside you. Looking at each item with a wary look in his eye.

“Thought you said no spells eh?” He asked as he picked up the medallion.

“No, I said she didn’t put one on me. All we have to do is light the candles, say a few words, and then plant the seed afterward” You explained.

Tommy quirked an eyebrow at “plant the seed” with a smirk. You shoved his shoulder a little and rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t hide a smile either.

After Tommy stripped to his boxers the two of you stood in front of a makeshift altar. The Amari De amulet sat in the middle of a green and red candle. Tommy took one of the lighters and lit the red before letting you light the green.

Awkwardly you both recited the spell Madam Boswell had written for you.

"Pink for a girl and blue for a boy

wee one you will bring such joy

fill up this womb with baby's life

Goddess hear my heartfelt cries

I am strong and I am worthy

To lead this baby on its life journey

ant so tonight with child is me

this is my spell, so mote it be"

You shifted beside your husband suddenly feeling like a virgin. The anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you forgot how to move your limbs. Tommy sensing your apprehension took your face in his hands. Softly he brushed his fingers over your lips before his followed. As soon as you felt his lips on yours everything fell into place.

You couldn’t wait any longer, bunching your nightgown up before tugging Tommy’s pants off him. Hanging off the edge of the bed Tommy’s arms wrapped around you was the only thing keeping you up. Your mouths crashed together with urgency. Half kissing half groaning into the other's mouth. Tommy raked his hand through your hair and tugged just hard enough to make you gasp. While he placed open-mouthed kisses on your neck you blindly undid the buttons on his shirt.

He pulled the top of your negligee down as the straps fell down your arms.

When he stopped his assault of your neck to pull your mouth back to him you moaned at the sight. His hair disheveled from your fingers running through it. His were lips already swollen. If you could, you would stay like this forever worshiping the man before you .

Tommy had other plans, reaching in between your bodies he found your cunt wet for him. He let his fingers ghost over you just enough to tease. When you ground down into his hand and let out an embarrassing whine all he did in return is smile.

He stayed like that for a while letting you rub herself on his fingers until you were close. The noises you were making would embarrass you if it wasn’t for the look on Thomas' face. He looked up at you like you were a goddess. It was his turn to worship you . His pupils were blown wide while his lips hung slightly open. Your moans became louder. You were sure everyone in the house could hear you but didn’t care.

It was when your mouth dropped into a silent scream that your husband finally pressed his fingers onto your clit. He didn’t move, just let you continue circling your hips in the rhythm you’d chosen. But it was enough to set you over the edge. You hung on to Tommy’s broad shoulders as you came. It took a moment to let the fuzzy white haze wash over you. Basking in the feeling. You picked your head off Thomas’s shoulder only to press your foreheads together. Your noses bumped each other. Lips brushing as a smile came to your face.

You didn’t know if you stayed like that for a couple of minutes or a couple of hours. Gently Tommy laid you on the ground before standing over you taking in the sight. Your hair spiraled in a halo around you while you caught your breath. Thomas grabbed a pillow from the bed behind him. Then placed it underneath your hips.

You watched as he kneeled before you , running his calloused hands up your legs. Only to hook them around your knees and pull you towards him. Your hips positioned on the pillow left your cunt opened to your husband much to his delight. You were already dripping down your thighs but Tommy still leaned down to spit directly on your pussy. You gasped at the feeling. You arched your back towards him before wrapping your ankles around him.

“Please Tommy please I need you…” You started to babble.

“Shh, I know. You’re always so good for me” Tommy reassured you .

You didn’t have time to respond before you felt Tommy’s cock sink into you slowly. Everything else fell away and all that mattered was the feeling of him. Of both of you together.

You couldn’t think of anything else but him. His fingers digging into your thighs. Hurting in the best way possible. The way his cock filled you in a way only Tommy could. The small grunts coming from his parted lips. It was all too much for you. You felt yourself titering on the edge already. The tingling in your stomach grew with each thrust as you drug your nails down his back.

“Please...please Tommy I’m going to cum..Don’t stop.” You rambled.

“Me too just hold on love.” He groaned against your ear.

You felt Tommy grab your hips before thrusting into you one last time. After filling you, he brought his thumb down to rub lazy circles on your clit. It only took a few caresses for you to cum with a loud moan.

Tommy gave you a moment to catch your breath before pulling away. You wrapped your legs around him again before asking him to stay.

You both stayed like that until your breathing calmed down. Only breaking apart to move to the bed and start again.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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i’m giving up this life ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 1996

request?: no

description: after his wife takes a bullet meant for him, tommy finds she was holding a secret from him, and that it is time for him to give up on the gangster lifestyle

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

masterlist (one, two)

Tommy closed his eyes as the shot rang out. For once, he was prepared for whatever was coming, and he even started to silently ask for forgiveness in his next life.

However, the end didn’t come. There wasn’t even any pain that would’ve indicated he was shot. When he opened his eyes, he found his wife laying on the ground at his feet instead, a pool of blood growing around her.

The man who had attempted to kill Tommy was frozen in shock as he watched the infamous gang leader fall to his knees. He took his wife into his arms, cradling her as he frantically tied to stop the blood coming from her wound.

"Come on, love,” he begged. “Wake up, stay with me.”

Her skin was ice cold. Tommy’s hands were stained red within seconds of touching her wound. He was panicking, his mind wasn’t working properly.

Anger started to course through his veins, and in one quick motion, he pulled his gun and shot the man until he was riddled with bullet wounds. He scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and quickly carried her out of the room.

“Tommy!” Arthur called as Tommy emerged from the building. “What happened?”

“I don’t know where she came from,” Tommy said, still in a partial daze of anger and worry. “One minute it’s just me and him, the next I find (Y/N) in front of me after...she’s bleeding so much.”

Arthur opened the door of his car. “Get in, I’ll get us to the hospital.”

~~~~~~

The wait was agonizingly long. Tommy had begged to be in the room with (Y/N) as they operated on her, but the doctor was firm in having him wait in the waiting room. The Peaky Blinders may have had most officials in Birmingham under their thumb, but the doctors still held a certain level of professionalism no matter who their patients were.

Polly came to be with him while Arthur and the boys went to deal with the body Tommy had left behind. She was watching him pace back and forth in front of her. “Tommy, pleas sit down. You’re making me dizzy.”

“How much longer till we hear something?” Tommy asked, ignoring his aunt. “They’ve been in there for so long.”

“It takes time, dear. They have to make sure she doesn’t have any complications and she’ll make a full recovery.”

“Why don’t they know yet?”

Polly sighed as Tommy finally sat next to her. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and struggled to light it. His hand was shaking so much the flame wouldn’t stay over the cigarette. She placed a more steady hand over Tommy’s and guided the light to the cigarette.

“She’ll be okay Tommy.”

Tommy was blinking back tears as he took a puff from his cigarette. “Why would she put herself in danger for me?”

Polly took Tommy’s hand in hers. “Love makes you do crazy things, and she loves you so much.”

Tommy didn’t say anything. Instead, he took another long puff off his cigarette.

(Y/N) was an angel; a kind woman with a heart of gold who was strong and unafraid of anyone or anything. Tommy could never understand what it was that made her fall in love with him, and he’d never understand how she could love him so much that she’d risk her life for him.

When the doctor emerged and called (Y/N)’s name, Tommy was standing within seconds. “Is she okay?”

“She will be after some rest,” the doctor told him. “She lost a lot of blood, but you got her here just in time. We managed to extract the bullet and stitch up her wound. They’ll both be just fine.”

“They?” Tommy asked.

“The baby.” Tommy’s eyes widened, which answered any questions the doctor had. “You didn’t know.”

Tommy was shocked into silence. He didn’t even know (Y/N) had suspected she was pregnant. If she had known. Maybe she didn’t, or else she would have told him, right?”

“Can he see her now?” Polly asked, coming to Tommy’s side.

“Of course,” the doctor responded. “Go on in, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy’s feet moved before his mind caught up with him. He found (Y/N) in her hospital bed, her eyes closed and the color slowly returning to her face.

He was almost afraid to touch her as he pulled a chair up next to her bed. She looked so fragile, like even a slight touch would cause her to shatter into pieces. He gently brushed her hair from her face, allowing his hand to linger against her face for a moment longer.

“I’m not worth this, love,” he whispered. “I deserved that bullet, not you. It was meant for me. I should be the one in this hospital bed.”

His hand moved from her face to her stomach, gently touching the spot where his child was growing inside of her.

“I didn’t even know. I continued to put your life in danger because of what I am, and because of that we almost lost our baby.”

With no one around to see him, Tommy let the tears freely run down his face.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) was unconscious for a total of three days. Tommy did not leave her side for a single moment. Each of his family came to visit their sister-in-law, and to make sure Tommy was okay. Polly often brought food for him, knowing he wouldn’t eat otherwise.

The doctors continued to give (Y/N) a shot that was meant to help give the baby nutrients to grow while (Y/N) was unconscious. Every time someone came in to give her the shot, Tommy just wished she would finally open her eyes again, that she’d finally be okay to grow the child on her own.

Ada was the last to visit, bringing a small bouquet of flowers with her for (Y/N).

“How is she?” Ada asked, taking a seat in the chair next to Tommy.

“The doctors say she’s stable,” Tommy responded. “They say it’s only a matter of time until she wakes up.”

“She’ll wake up soon,” Ada assured him. “She’s a fighter, remember? A real Shelby.”

This managed to make Tommy chuckle slightly, the first time in days that he showed even the slightest positive emotion.

“I suppose Polly has told the family our surprise announcement,” he said, his eyes trailing back to (Y/N)’s stomach again.

“Only me,” Ada responded. “She figured you two would want to tell everyone when (Y/N) wakes up, but she also knew you’d need someone while she’s still out. Someone who doesn’t have a cock between their legs.”

Tommy smiled slightly again. Polly always knew what he needed, what they all needed. For the woman who never birthed them, she was truly their mother through and through.

“I’m terrified, Ada,” Tommy admitted. “Not of having the baby, but that what I do - who I am - is going to put that baby in danger. I’ve known for years I’m putting (Y/N) in danger, but she’s always insisted she doesn’t mind. It was her choice to be a part of this family and this life, but that baby didn’t get to choose. We’re forcing him into a life of danger, all because of me.”

Ada put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, but she didn’t try to dispute him. Of course he was right, they all knew he was. Every Shelby man knew the risks of bringing a child into the world of the Peaky Blinders, even Ada knew when she gave birth to Karl. But for Tommy it was so much worse. Tommy wasn’t just a Shelby man, or just a member of the Peaky Blinders. He was their leader. He was the one with a massive target on his back constantly. He was the one their rivals would look to first to find a way to gain leverage over him - meaning they would look to (Y/N) and their baby first.

“I’m giving up this life, Ada,” Tommy said, the words coming out just as he made the decision in his head. “All of it, I’m giving it all up. The minute (Y/N) wakes up and is okay to leave the hospital, I’m taking her to the Garrison where we’ll announce she’s pregnant, and then I’m announcing my leave. Arthur can take over for me. Then, I’m taking (Y/N) as far away from Birmingham as I possibly can. Somewhere fit to raise our baby together.”

Ada was smiling at her brother. “I think that’s a perfect idea, Tommy.”

“Do you really mean it?”

The Shelby siblings looked over to see (Y/N) looking over at them, her eyes still blinking in an attempt to adjust to the bright hospital lighting.

Tommy jumped up from his seat and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands, kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled as he did so, before moving her head so he would kiss her lips. Ada stood as well, smiling down at her sister-in-law. “I’m glad you’re awake, (Y/N).”

“I’m glad you’re the first two I got to see,” (Y/N) responded. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah, I brought them,” Ada responded. “An assortment of your favorites. I figured this drab room needed something to brighten it up.”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Thank you, Ada. I really appreciate it.”

Ada gave (Y/N) a gentle hug before leaving her alone with Tommy. His touch was still gentle as he took her hand in his. She was still cold, but he was beginning to feel a slight warmth in her fingertips. It was almost like she was coming back to life all at once.

“I’m sorry I jumped in front of that bullet, Tommy,” she said. “Arthur tried to stop me from running into the building, but I knew what you were going to do and I just...I couldn’t let you...”

She trailed off, but Tommy knew what she meant; I couldn’t let the father of my child die.

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I put you in danger, not just that time but all the times before as well. It’s not fair of me to keep doing this to you.”

“It’s your job, Tommy, and your family. I knew that when I married you.”

“But our baby didn’t know that when we created him.”

(Y/N)’s hand trailed to her stomach, the same way Tommy’s often had when he thought about the baby. “Is he okay?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Tommy’s lips. “It is a boy?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Oh, I don’t know, but I have a feeling. Your mum had three Shelby men before she had one girl, and Ada and John have only had boys so far. I figure it only makes sense that we’ll have one, too.”

Tommy brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

“Did you mean it, Tommy?” she asked again. “About giving up the Peaky Blinders?”

“I meant every word I said,” Tommy responded. “I almost lost you, (Y/N), and I’m not risking that again. I’m not risking losing our child, either. This life was not meant for families, and it’s best to get out before we bring a little one of our own into this world.”

(Y/N) was practically glowing at this news. While she supported Tommy with whatever decision he made, she’d be lying if she said the thought of bringing a child into his world hadn’t scared her. To hear him come to the decision to get out all on his own made her heart feel warm and made her feel happy.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). Rest again, love. When you are cleared, we have a lot to tell the family.”

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 8 of ?)

gif by @thesoldiersminute can i send you a cake or something cause fuCk!!!!!!!!!!! he's beautiful

a/n: to everyone still reading this fic, my sweet angels, ily!! this fic is so near and dear to my heart and @stxdyblr-2k has just done such an amazing job with it i can't even thank her enough. as per the last part, this one is also mostly her, just me editing but i hope you guys love it as much as i did!!! don't worry, there's gonna be a lot more :) and i apologize for being not as active, i'm gonna try to get a couple of requests up that i'm really excited about this week tysm for being patient with me <3

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five six seven | my masterlist

prompt: ada has some talking to do, and you're not about to deny her.

warnings: fluff, semi-angst, tommy being the cocky mf he is (let's be real, it's only acceptable cause he's so damn fine), john being cute and in love and jesus i am head over heels

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03, @operation-spot

You had planned to go to Ada's after work, but she obviously had other ideas. She didn't even bother walking in and asking to speak to you; instead, choosing to bang on the window closest to your desk and yelling at you to "fucking hurry up!" Your boss opened the door for you expectantly, not offering you any protection; he was firmly in the Shelby's ever growing pocket and as long as he could go home to his children, his sickly wife and their six bed in the country, with a full time nurse and nanny, he had no interest in crossing Thomas.

"Ada, I was coming to see you after work, I swear."

"I know. I was going to let you but..." She trailed off. "We need to talk. I don't know what the fuck is going on with you. John said he'd seen you last night and you asked after me."

John had indeed seen you last night. It was strange waking up with him, used to leaving almost immediately after he was finished with you. Your small bed could barely comfortably fit you both, having to intertwine your limbs with John's to not fall off the edge. You had awoken to John pressing a kiss to your forehead before lazily trailing his fingers between your legs, waiting for you to open your eyes before settling between your thighs, tongue swirling around your clit, making you cum before sunrise.

"Do we have to do this in the street?" You practically begged, the shouting having attracted onlookers.

"I wanted to talk to you before anyone else in the family gets to you because I need you to be honest."

"Ada-"

"No, I'm doing you a favour here, so you fucking listen. Right now, between you and I, no bullshit. No tactics. No white lies. You have to tell me exactly what we're dealing with." She looked frantic, scared for some reason.

You nodded, walking her down the side street, careful not to link arms with her. You knew she was doing you a favour; this wasn't about forgiveness or friendship, much more was at stake here.

"To what extent was Thomas involved?"

That took you off guard. Ada read the confusion on your face and sighed impatiently, her subtle plea for you to keep up.

Shit. You remembered your conversation with John, how she thought this was her brother's way of pushing her out of the company.

"Don't spare my feelings. What did my brother say to you?"

"He said it was in our mutual interest that you didn't find out. He didn't care who John slept with but cared who you trusted so I had to trust him. He said there was no point in upsetting you over one of John's conquests who he'd tire of in a month."

"That all?"

"Pretty much, I didn't know Arthur knew. He never talked to me about it, did laugh at Thomas' digs now that I think on it-"

"Did you know Isaiah and Michael knew?"

"I thought they were aware but no one ever talked to me about it."

"Of course they wouldn't." She hissed, frustration causing a nerve on her neck to jump.

Ada and you had spoken for years about the rampant misogyny of her brothers and any men you two came into contact with. Although you were both far more reserved than you used to be as rebellious and adventurous thirteen year olds, you'd both grew increasingly angry at how you were treated. She'd long written off her brothers as womanisers, who saw women as purely sexual and entertaining, objectifying them. You both long despised how they dehumanised women. She was amazed that Thomas had attempted to settle down and managed a somewhat loving marriage, but resented him for his carelessness and need for power which inevitably killed his wife.

"Ada, I just want to say..." You licked your lip nervously, unsure of how to continue.

"You need to talk, Y/N. No bollocks."

"Before last night, he'd never been to mine or called. I always went to him."

The muscle in her jaw tensed.

"You slept with him last night then?" You met her question with silence and she rolled her eyes. "The second he said he saw you I knew you had, he wanted to tell me that he was going to continue seeing you and that he hoped I'd be able to accept it one day."

"We never intended to hurt you. It was meant to be fun at first, but now..." You cut yourself off with a sigh, unable to admit you'd fallen for her brother.

"Isn't fun for me. It's fucking embarrassing." She paused, lighting a cigarette, nervous to offer you one, conflicted within herself. She raised her eyebrow, prompting you to continue, the mannerism so similar to her brother’s.

"It should never have happened. I am never going to be able to fix this, I'm so fucking ashamed for doing this to you, Ada."

She sulked, silently drinking in your words.

"Obviously it's not going to be the same, yeah? I'm really fucking upset. I'm so fucked off with you but Poll's really worried about a coup. She thinks you're being used as blackmail against John to keep him on side with Tommy while he expands."

"Makes sense."

"You're part of a much bigger game, you know?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I knew I would lose from the start. Fucking tragic, Ada."

"My brothers keep pushing, keep growing the business. They keep chasing this prize but I don't think it even exists."

"If it does, it isn't worth it if this shit is the cost. I didn't mean to play into his hands."

"You couldn't have known." She said with a shrug, " 'Siah thinks John loves you."

"He told me last night." Several times, this morning also. You would never tire of hearing him moan those words into your neck or being yelled from your front door as he left for the office.

"You love him, don't you?" She said bluntly, a statement more than a question, your face suddenly hot with embarrassment.

Everything you'd suppressed for months, everything that you'd hidden, every time you lied smiling, every knowing glance from a stranger, every degrading comment from under Thomas' breath.

"I do, an awful lot."

She pauses, relighting her cigarette, "The worst thing about the entire situation is it could've been fine if someone told me. I wouldn't have loved it, obviously, but-" Ada sighed, rubbing her temple with her free fingers.

"I thought you'd hate me."

"How could I? I'd be more angry that you'd drop your standards for my brother. Seriously? Him? Mate…."

"Come off it, I've always thought he was charming. He's funny, smart-"

"Don't gush over my brother, it's grim. I'm just so fucked off you all lied to me." She peered at you through her cigarette smoke. "If you love him and he loves you..." she pressed her lips together as she tensed her jaw, "I could get over it. If it'd make you both happy. But that's going to take a long time. A long time."

"Ada-"

"Look I have meetings and shit to sort, I have to run." She interjected, checking her wristwatch, adjusting the cap which sat atop her trendy short haircut. You caught her arm before she could turn away.

"Thank you. For understanding."

She shrugged you off, "I don't get it, I'd never do that to you. But you also don't get to choose who you're attracted to. I'm really hurt, but I do love you and John a lot. He mentioned that after last night you helped him, got him cleaned up. I have to believe that you both do love each other. So I have to believe that this is a good idea for you both and not stand in your way."

"I love you, Ada. Can we hang out soon, just us two?"

She shook her head. "I need some time, I'll be in touch, yeah?"

You nod, stretching out your pinky finger. She sighed and linked it with hers, as you'd done since you were children, a silent signal to each other after a fight that you still had the other's back.

"Right, I've got to get back to this meeting, Tom is getting done by Polly for nearly getting John killed. I need to be there in case one of the lads needs patching up."

"Your aunt has a nasty left hook, I'll give her that."

"She'll be pleased you think so, she wanted Tommy to slice you to bits for crossing me."

"Fuck’s sake, thanks for the warning, I'll keep my head down. Good luck with the meeting."

Ada nodded and you watched her walk away, a Blinder suddenly appearing by her side seemingly from nowhere. This city was crawling with them. They clambered into Ada's car as you watched the car disappear into the distance before walking back to work. Thankfully, with your head still attached to your shoulders.

*******

Ada arrived at Thomas' estate, following the swell of shouting voices to his exquisite library. It was eye roll worthy and typical Tommy to choose the location of his post-fuckup debrief to be where he had the best view of the gardens, river and rolling hills. She could bet he'd sit in a corner and stare at the view, zoning out their aunt's lecture.

An armed blinder she vaguely recognised opened the door. Thomas was making a statement today with the armed guards, she noted. Her brothers really were fucked up. Arthur was an alcoholic killer who couldn't understand that Thomas would betray them all eventually, Finn was letting the tokyo and the razor chasers that circled him distract him from keeping the family together, John was apparently in love with her best friend, and finally, Thomas nearly got Arthur and John murdered last night with his foolishness. At this point only herself and Polly were holding everyone together, keeping everything silently moving along.

The door opened, and she was the last to arrive, Polly glaring as she murmured an apology, standing next to Finn. His eyes were bloodshot, grey-purple smudges under his eyes, he'd obviously had a heavy night. The last thing the poor lad needed was Polly's shrill yelling and the blinding sun streaming through the large immaculately crafted windows, which he'd tried to block with the brim of his cap. John caught her eye, acknowledging his sister with a nod, which she returned with a small tight smile.

Ada couldn't bear to think about the reasoning behind her brother's smug interjections in between Polly's rant to Thomas who was listening wordlessly, smoking.

Y/N and John? It didn't make sense. They had a similar sense of humour, sure, but she was far too intelligent for him. He also had a swarm of children, while Y/N preferred a wild night out only staggering home at daybreak.

It made far more sense for Y/N to end up with Michael, or if it had to be a brother, Finn. They were younger, so had less responsibilities and commitments so they could keep up with her. But John? Of course she knew he was believed to be the Casanova of her brothers, he was kind, he was an excellent father, yet he could never keep anyone around long, usually John was chasing someone new after a month or so. That's why the revelation that John had been involved with her best friend for almost half a year had taken her completely by surprise. Maybe that was why she was open to them being together. That had to be it. This relationship was completely out of character for John; she needed to believe that he was serious about his feelings towards Y/N and wasn't going to fuck her over. Because if he did, John would be a dead man.

"I don't know why you're all bleating at me. Yeah, I overlooked some details in the planning of last night's meeting-"

"Such as warning us that they were really fucked off because you'd helped bomb their warehouse." John pointed out.

"What do you want me to do? Apologise? Grow up, John." Tommy snapped back.

"They had loaded guns against their heads, they deserve an apology." Ada interjected, John giving her an appreciative flash of smile. She did love her big brother. Despite the fact that she'd pretty much only been yelling at him for the past month, John never dismissed her feelings and only apologised. It was confusing to admit to herself, but when Isaiah told her that he was confident John loved Y/N, she felt a wave of relief. At least he cared about her; it was the bare minimum but the Shelbys were notorious for not even meeting the bare minimum for acceptable social interactions.

"They didn't fuckin’ get shot." Thomas stated, his voice matter of fact and condescending.

"Do you ever hear yourself speak?" Polly spit back at him. "They didn't get shot this time. But it was too fucking close."

"It won't happen again, Polly." Tommy sighed. "What else can I say? Sorry lads, take the weekend off?"

"It's a good start." Arthur countered, "You're also paying for the extension on my house and my wedding."

"Fuck’s sake Arthur I was joking. But fine. Sure."

"You can't buy your family off." Polly scoffed at him.

"Think of it as compensation, a settlement." Thomas coolly corrected his aunt. "What do you want, John? A fucking farm?"

John hesitates while Finn whispered suggestions to him, Ada meeting his stare, John raising a brow to her in question. She sighed and nodded her approval.

"You can pay off my mortgage Tom, give me the kids' birthdays off-"

"So you'd never come into work then?" Finn cut in, Ada elbowing him in the ribs. She usually enjoyed Finn's remarks but she knew where John was heading; she could barely breathe.

"Tom, you're also to leave Y/N completely alone. If you have a problem with her, you come to me about it." He said firmly.

Arthur and Tommy traded knowing looks, obviously more aware of the ins and outs of his relationship than Ada was.

"Also if you're paying for Arthur's wedding I want the equivalent in cash." He adds.

Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. As long as we can move past last night and focus on today's order of business."

John nodded, satisfied. He knew Tom wouldn't care, but just saying out loud that he was involved with Y/N and having his family aware was a relief. He hadn't realised until he finally admitted how stressful keeping his relationship a secret was. Now, he could stop worrying about Tommy interfering.

Polly rolled her eyes, lecturing the brothers on their lack of moral backbone to allow themselves to be bought off, but dismissed them. She caught Ada's arm in hers on their way out, pulling her far from earshot.

"So Y/N and John are together now?" She asked, her face firm and scowling.

"Polls, I talked with her, she's aware of what she's done. She apologised and meant it. What more can I ask for?"

"Her not to have fucked him in the first place."

"She said that. Look, Polls, they're happy right? John seems happy-"

"He always is when he gets a leg over."

"You know she looked after him last night? Fixed him up after the meeting."

"Meeting? It was a fucking set up." Polly hissed but her face had softened. "She cleaned him up?"

"Antiseptic, bandages and all."

Polly looked subtly impressed, although she'd never admit it. "He went to hers? Not yours?"

"He wanted to talk to her." Ada shrugs, "I saw her this morning and-"

"What do you mean? You bumped into her?"

"I went to her work." Ada admitted, her aunt shooting her an exasperated glare.

"Why do I bother? Nobody listens to me."

"I had to talk to her, I'm glad I did. She reckons she loves him, he told her last night that he loves her, so..."

"We are talking about John? Our John?"

"I know Polls, I'm as amazed as you."

Her aunt huffed, unimpressed. "Are you okay with it though?"

"I guess, I just want them to be happy. I've told them to give me time with it."

"She was a good friend growing up, but people change, sometimes for the better, often for the worse."

"Poll, it's Y/N; she's my best friend. At the end of the day, we'd do anything for each other."

"Sweet Ada, you're going to be so miserable if you keep letting people walk all over you." Polly said wisely, kissing her goodbye affectionately. "I hope you're right. If she makes you cry again I'll kill her myself."

"Thanks, Polls."

She knew her aunt wasn't joking.

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Then stay

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

warning : it’s long

Summary: Isaiah Jesus’s sister comes to small heath, and falls for Finn .

A/n: Firstly, @marvel-is-a-mood thank you so much for the idea 💖secondly, I am sooo sorry it took me so long to write and post this fic.

Everyone in Birmingham knew Isaiah Jesus as the blinder, Finn Shelby’s friend and the son of the preacher.

And though Isaiah rarely ever spoke of her, small heath also knew he had a sister. But no one had seen her. She’d lived in London with her aunt her whole life. It was the safest decision for her , given her father and brothers involvement with the London gangsters.

Jeremiah and Isaiah visited her every few months, which again kept her out of Birmingham.

But she’d decided to venture out on her own, for once. She decided to go visit her brother and father. Plus, a bit of change would do her good.

Heads turned and men whistled at the young woman who was clearly new to town. But she paid them no heed and continued walking towards the infamous pub she’d heard so much about from her brother.

she slowly opened the door to the pub, the only light in there seemed to be from the sunlight outside, creeping in through the window.

“we don’t serve women” a man behind the counter eyed her curiously. His statement wasn’t harsh, it was more precautionary.

“no harry, but I do” a blonde woman said softly, appearing from the storage room behind him. Her Irish accent instantly assured the young woman that the barmaid wasn’t from Birmingham.

the older bartender sighed, turning around and continuing to wipe a glass.

“What can I get you?”

“gin , thank you”

“bit early isn’t it for plain gin?” she smiled, pouring some.

“well I’ve had a rather exhausting start to my day”

“I'm grace”

“I'm Anna, usually don’t go by a full name, but its anna Jesus if you will.” she raised her glass to her lips

“Jesus, as in Jeremiah Jesus’s daughter?” Grace inquired

“yes, have you seen him? or my brother Isaiah. I'm here to see them.”

something about the Irish barmaid didn’t sit right with Anna. She downed her gin in a go, clearing her throat at the burn .

“your brothers at the betting shop down the street.” Grace called after the woman making her way out.

She eyed the shops carefully while trying to find the betting shops. Once she did, she opened the door and stepped inside. “She’s in the wrong place isn’t she?” a man snickered somewhere.

Anna turned her head towards the man, her eyebrows furrowing. But before she got a word out, a woman with short hair and a black coat walked towards her “you’re not here to bet are you?” cigarette dangling between her thin fingers.

“I- No , I’m looking for my brother “ she eyed the entire shop, trying to find her brother” a barmaid at the garrison told me he was here” a small panic had risen in her. Anna was starting to regret making the decision of looking for her brother and father. The faces of the many men staring at her , was making her beyond uncomfortable.

“who are you?” the woman inquired, she had a motherly look in her eyes, that was the only thing that calmed Anna’s nerves slightly.

“anna, Anna Jesus”

“course you are, come along ”she placed the cigarette between her lips “don’t worry boys, she’s no threat” the men instantly lowered their gazes and continued to holler numbers.

“um, who are you?” Anna asked following after the woman.

“I’m Polly, dear. Aunt Polly to 5 fucking nuisances”

towards the back of the shop, Anna saw her brother talking to a boy who seemed to be a few years younger. Maybe just by 2 or 3 years.

“Isaiah” she gasped, walking quickly to the boy who looked her way surprised.

“Anna” he walked to her and hugged her. He hugged her tight , and just didn’t let go for a few minutes.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” he let go . His question was more , again one filled with worry rather than anger. Which made Anna curious as to what went on in small heath that she was being sent silent warnings?

“I decided to come and visit you and Dad , instead of the other way around. plus i needed a bit of a fucking change”

The boy Isaiah had been talking to cleared his throat.

“right, Anna this is Finn Shelby, Finn this is my sister Anna” Isaiah introduced Anna to the boy who was starting to blush.

“nice to meet you , Finn” Anna couldn’t help but stare at Finn’s eyes. There was some sort of innocence in them , that seemed to draw her attention.

“Yeah, you too” he looked away.

“Right, Finn stay away from her, Anna , you come with me "Isaiah rolled his eyes.

“why the fuck’s everyone giving me these piteous looks?” Anna muttered walking next to her older brother.

“because this is small heath. Come on, dad’s over there”

Jeremiah Jesus had just walked out of what looked to be the main office, upon looking up, he saw his daughter walking towards him with her brother.

“anna?’ he walked to her.

“hi” she sprang and hugged him. The men in the shop paid the small family reunion no attention.

He watched the way she smiled and laughed while catching up with her father. Finn couldn’t help stare at the young woman he just met. He found it fascinating that she just walked into the betting shop without even knowing she was amongst a bunch of gangsters. She felt uncomfortable, he saw it on her face the moment he saw her behind Polly, but she’d come in further just to look for her brother.

He wanted to get to know her better, but Isaiah’s warning lingered in the back of his head.

******

“Alright, just come find me at least before going anywhere” Isaiah argued with his younger sister in their small home.

“Why , ‘saiah ?” Anna groaned.

“Alright look, don’t tell our father i told you, but small heath , its a fucking dangerous place alright. We-we’re involved in something and it could be dangerous for you”

“what the fuck are you talking about? involved in what?”

“Just this betting business can get quite out of hand at times , alright.”

“Alright, i wont go anywhere without letting you know-” “thank you” Isaiah rolled his eyes .

“let me finish saiah” Anna grumbled “ i won’t go anywhere without telling you , as long as you let me get to know Finn”

No sooner had Anna finished her sentence , had Isaiah sprang up from the chair, where he had sprawled out.

“what the fuck? why, No , I- his brother Tommy Shelby will kill you” Isaiah tried to fib his way. But he wasn’t one to lie and so naturally he failed miserably.

“Why the fuck will I kill your sister Isaiah ,eh?"

Tommy Shelby’s figure loomed in the doorway. Of course no one had heard the London gangster walk in.

“I- Fuck sake. Anna that's Tommy” Isaiah didn’t bother telling Tommy this was Anna since eh clearly knew already.

“Um- Hello, Mr. Shelby.” Anna said awkwardly. she didn’t know the man, and on any other occasions he would’ve panicked had a random man walked in unheard, but since Isaiah seemed to know the man she was alright with it.

“Right, Isaiah, Telling your father we need him at the shop tonight. We’ve got some work.” His blue eyes turned to Isaiah, who had taken a seat on the counter.

“Am I required to be there as well ?” he asked

“Why, have you got somewhere important to be for once , eh?” Tommy raised his eyebrow.

Anna snickered from her spot at the table .

“Fuck off Anna, and Tommy, well someone’s got to keep an eye on Anna, can’t be leaving her alone “

“Well I'm fucking sure Finn’s free” Tommy turned on his heels walking out.

Isaiah looked at Anna’s smug smile. ”fuck sake”

*******

Anna had now been at small heath for two months. The day when she would go back to London had come sooner than expected.. Anna had become quite close to Polly, Ada and Esme. Tommy was supposed to marry Grace the following afternoon . And though no one would tell Anna the details, she’d figured out that the woman had fucked up and yet Tommy was still going to marry her. But Anna never pressed for answers , knowing it wasn’t her place.

But Anna never really found herself wondering about grace anyway. Her mind was occupied by someone else. Someone who she’d grown extremely close to.

She and Finn had become close, too close for Isaiah’s liking. She found herself daydreaming of the youngest Shelby brother almost everyday. And the only time she didn’t daydream of him , was when she was with him. She had started to fall for him soon after she met him that day 2 months ago.

She’d watch him from far while he talked to Isaiah, when he rode on his horse , Anna would find herself smiling at the look on his face.

“Anna!” She jerked up from her spot on the couch, looking up at Finn .

“Yeah” she attempted to act as though she wasn’t daydreaming of the boy standing in front of her.

“I asked you if you were ready to leave?” he laughed.

“yeah” she got up , grabbing her coat ‘so when’s the wedding starting?” She called after him, jogging to keep up her pace with him.

“In about an hour” He opened the door to the passenger side of the car.

“we’re going in one?” Anna asked. her stomach becoming a knot of nerves and butterflies at the same time.

“yeah, Isaiah had to leave slightly early with your father since Tommy needed them there earlier. Your brother looked fucking daggers at me for some reason at that”

“That’s Isaiah I suppose” Anna knew why. Isaiah had figured out that she liked Finn a month ago, the only reason he didn’t kill Finn was because he knew Finn was a good person, and he’d never say it loud , but a part of him was relieved that it was Finn his sister had taken a liking to. Rather Finn than any other boy.

On the car ride to the wedding hall, Finn had looked at Anna multiple times from the corner of his eye. He turned a few times to look at the way her hair blew back slightly because of the wind.

She’d looked absolutely gorgeous in the maroon dress she’d worn for his brother’s wedding, and it took every bit of an effort for him to not blurt out and tell the young woman he was in love with her.

He helped her step out of the car , and walked behind her into the hall. She’d seen Esme and walked off to her.

“are you ever going to tell her you like her or are you just going to fucking pine over her until she’s left?” Polly asked him, blowing out smoke from the cigarette.

“And why would you think she likes me back?” Finn asked his aunt.

“Because I'm fucking Aunt Polly. If you don’t tell her soon Finn, You’ll lose her” she said and walked away. Typical Aunt Pol.

After the wedding, at the dinner, the guests found themselves waiting patiently; The groom and bride were running late. Everyone at the table knew why but no one said anything.

“How long do you think they’ll be?” Anna leaned towards Finn’s ears and whispered “ hours or minutes?” she laughed.

Finn snorted his drink. Coughing and wiping his mouth.

“minutes apparently” he said gesturing his head towards the doorway, where Tommy and Grace had just entered.

Finn and Anna looked at each other and burst out laughing, earning some unimpressed looks from Polly and Ada, but John and Arthur on the other hand had smirks on their faces ,knowing exactly what the two were on about.

Soon one by one, after dinner was deemed over, each guest made their way to the large hall at Arrow house.

Except Anna. She found herself forcing laughter and smiles halfway through dinner. Since, she’d in realized she’d be leaving for London in a day. She kept herself from tearing up every time she glanced at Finn during dinner. And so when everyone walked towards the hall, she walked outside, to get some air.

Looking up, Anna blinked away the tears. How she’d go back to living a normal life after having met Finn Shelby and fallen for him, she’d never know.

“I needed to talk to you but couldn’t find you inside” Anna whirled around.

“Finn, yeah, I needed a few minutes, there’s too many people in there” sshe gave a small laugh.

“Can I, can I , uh, tell you something?” Finn looked her in the eyes.

His breathe seemed to be caught in his throat, he could hear his heart beat in his ears , silencing the rest of the world, his hands got clumpy from sweat and his ears were starting turn hot.

“Sure” Anna looked at him in a way that made Finn’s heart burst in pure adoration.

“I didn’t really know what it was, yeah, at first. But , um, I realized that-that I love you” he blurted out he las part. His eyes widening because he meant to say he liked her, he was terrified now, that he’d scared Anna away , by telling her he loved her. His heart dropped when he saw Anna’s eyes widening.

“I mean I-” but whatever it was that he meant to say next got muffled by Anna’s lips on his. His heart pounding, his hands made their way to the back of Anna’s head.

She felt as though they were the only two in the entire universe, in that moment. She couldn’t think of anyone else besides him. His hands . his lips and his hands.

He touched every part of her soul with that one kiss.

“Finn , I love you too” she held back her tears “ But I’m leaving tomorrow for London. And I’m not quite sure when I’ll be back, that’s if I come back” she looked at him with tears in her eyes, he kissed her forehead.

“stay, for me”

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moral-turpitudes · 3 years

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Little White Lies:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Unsupportive/Jealous Family Members, Fighting, Swearing, Fluff, etc.

Word Count: 4,266

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: Anon, you can find it here. (this was such a fun request, I hope I did it justice lol)

Summary: From dealing with unsupportive and envious family members, to being caught in a lie, Y/N is forced to face her family and confront her feelings about her boss, all thanks to a wedding invitation.

“What do you mean you’re working as a secretary? I put in a perfectly good recommendation for you last month at the hospital!” Y/N’s father yelled as she made her way into the living room of her parents house. The old walls poorly concealing their loud arguing.

“Did you stop and think about how maybe I don’t want to follow in you and Margaret’s footsteps? I thought you’d at least be happy I’ve found something I like! But no, it’s not good enough for you aye? Nothing I do ever is...” Y/N yelled back, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his eyes boring into hers.

“Let’s face it, you and mum both like Margaret better because she has a “respectable job” as a doctor just like you. You pushed her off to the best schools, and only approve of her boyfriend because he’s a classy businessman.” She said lighting a cigarette.

“See? You’re already picking up bad habits Y/N. We just want the best for you.” Her mother said, plucking the cigarette out of her fingers and throwing it into the fireplace as her father looked to the ground with his arms folded.

“A secretary job is respectable. I keep the company from crashing down half the time.” She said.

“And what company is that? One where they shove you in a dark room to type papers all day?” Her mother scoffed back.

“Shelby Company Limited. It’s quite nice actually.” She said with a smirk.

“Isn’t that where the Peaky Blinders run the streets? I bet you’re dating one of them for christ’s sake!” Her father yelled, turning away from his daughter in disgust.

“What if I am?” She asked, balling her hands into fists at her sides.

“Who is it? I’ll get you transferred out in no time. No daughter of mine is working as a damn secretary in fucking Small Heath.” He said.

“Thomas Shelby.” She said, his name escaping her lips before she could think about what she’d done.

Her father tensed up at his name. His face paling in complexion as he sat down, his wife eyeing him with concern.

“The Thomas Shelby?” He asked, more quietly than before as if he was being watched.

“Mhmm. What is there a problem?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

“No...are you sure it’s him? He practically owns half of Birmingham. Although his reputation is not something I’m fond of...I guess if you legally work for him that’s...respectable.” He said, his tone softer and more accepting than earlier.

“Right, so now that I’m dating an infamous businessman, I’m more respectable as a secretary? Why the sudden change? I’m doing quite well on my own with this job.” She said as she observed his rigid body language. He hesitated to speak, remembering when the two older Shelby’s came in half-alive after being shot up by a rival gang.

“Well, given his reputation and my practice, I may have had a few run-ins with him at the hospital. It’s common knowledge not to get in their way but I did. I made him and his bastard of an older brother stay a week to heal after saving their asses.” He said, an annoyed look on his face.

“He threatened your father Y/N. We couldn’t even tell the coppers. But...please don’t get too proud over your position there darling. Your words could come back to you and he could find someone else by sundown.” Her mother said with a nice tone, trying but failing to take the sting out of her words.

She’d always been jealous it seemed. Seeing her daughters getting to achieve things that she couldn’t. Being led to a life of homemaking and hosting parties for her wealthy doctor of a husband. They never amassed the wealth like the Shelby family had, but they were able to afford a decent sized house in London, if that was any indication of her family’s status.

After a long, tense silence, she decided to leave. Saying a quick and frustrated goodbye to her parents before heading back to Small Heath. Her heart racing at the realization that she just openly told her parents she was dating her boss. It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if it were true, but alas it was nothing but a white lie. She had always been quiet on the subject despite them getting along well. Polly could see a connection, which she’d mentioned to her over tea various times, but she always shrugged it off. And now she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to tell him the truth.

As a few weeks passed, she continued with her clerical duties. Filing papers and reporting things to Thomas as usual. Until she got a call from home once again, requesting her presence immediately.

“Why do you all need me here anyway? I could be working right now.” Y/N said, impatiently tapping her foot on the lavish rug lining the hardwood floors of the living room.

“We wanted to give you this.” Her father said, flicking an envelope at her that she barely had time to catch.

The envelope was a light green color - her older sister Margaret’s favorite - with an intricately written invitation inside.

“Thomas Shelby and Y/N Y/L/N,

We cordially invite you to attend the union of Matthew Reynolds and Margaret Y/L/N. Formal attire will be expected at both the ceremony and reception.”

Her eyes grew wide at the invitation as she realized her parents must’ve told her sister about Thomas. Knowing nothing she did was ever kept private, unfortunately. But in that moment she knew she messed up, thinking about how she’d have to tell them it was all a lie. That she wasn’t dating the infamous gang leader. A feeling of panic and embarrassment washed over her as she realized the gravity of the situation.

“Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Her mother said.

“Y-yeah. Wasn’t expecting Margaret to invite me, let alone um...Thomas to her wedding. Are you all attending?” She asked nervously.

“Well of course! We can’t miss our best daughters wedding day.” Her mother said, not knowing how her words cut into Y/N.

“You’re loved as well. Your mother didn’t mean that. No one would dare disrespect a woman associated with Thomas Shelby. Right dear?” He said, hastily reassuring his daughter and looking at his wife with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh darling I didn’t mean it like that. We love both of you. I’m sorry...I’ll do better I promise.” She said giving her daughter a light hug.

“Please do. I’ll see you at the wedding.” Y/N said harshly, leaving the house in a hurry as she clutched the green envelope in her hand.

A week had passed since she’d set the invitation on her desk at work. The paper easily seen from anyone near her desk as not many envelopes were that color. It cost too much to make them given the financial troubles of the past few years, but of course her sister could afford it.

It was midnight though when Thomas walked by her desk out of habit, the lamp still on while Y/N had left for the night. The faint yellow glow illuminating the envelope as he raised an eyebrow at it. He quickly picked it up, reading the intricate handwriting on the letter inside as he noticed his name next to hers.

The next morning, Y/N walked to her desk to see that the invitation was missing. Her stomach doing flips as she wondered where it had gone.

“Y/N, can I see you in my office?” Thomas said as he leaned against the doorframe, his tailored suit catching her off-guard for a moment as she glanced at the man her heart ached after. Polly giving her a questionable glance and a small, knowing smirk as she walked reluctantly into his office.

He knew. He knew about the letter and she was dumb enough to leave it there last night. Dumb enough to lie to her parents. Dumb enough to harbor any feelings for the man who certainly wouldn’t admit any himself.

“Y/N...” He said, his low voice ripping her from her racing thoughts as she stood by the door.

“Y-yeah sorry. Busy morning. What do you need Tommy?” She asked, nervously fiddling with her hands.

“I need to discuss something with you. Please sit.” He said, walking over to his plethora of whiskey glasses and filling two of them with the brown liquid he loved so much. If anything, he’d probably marry a bottle of whiskey if he could.

“What is it you want to discuss?” Y/N asked, sipping from her glass as it burned its way down her throat.

“I found this on your desk. I know it wasn’t my business to go taking things, but I couldn’t help but notice my name was mentioned with yours...so now...it is my business.” He said, observing how she grew uncomfortable under his gaze, drinking more as she shifted in her seat.

“It’s a long story.” She said blankly while setting the glass down, wanting to flee out the door never to come back.

“And for once I have the time.” He said leaning backing in his chair and lighting one of his many cigarettes.

Y/N sighed and relaxed back into her seat, her heart skipping a beat as she thought of the best way to explain it to him.

“Alright...so my family is a bit backwards as you know. And happen to just adore my older sister Margaret. They funded her schooling, attended her graduations and awards ceremonies, and they uh...like that she’s dating - I mean - engaged to a businessman now. He’s what they consider successful.”

“Successful aye? What...they don’t think some razor-gang from Birmingham is successful?” He asked.

“No.” She answered, looking out the window as she continued.

“Anyway, when I visited them, they started saying things about the company and how my job wasn’t respectable. I tried to shut them down but um, my father accused me of dating one of ya, like it was a disgrace to the family. So I panicked and said that I wasn’t dating just any of them, I was dating you.” She said, looking down at the nearly empty glass in her trembling hands.

“What’d he say to that aye?” He asked, a small smirk playing on his usually stoic face.

“Oh his whole demeanor changed. Looked like he’d seen a ghost. He um...said he knew of you. Said he treated you and Arthur for a week after a bad night on the job.” She said, nervous he’d go after her father.

“Aye I remember him. A bit mouthy that one.” He said.

“You threatened him though. Why?” She asked, her nervousness turning to a bit of anger at the thought of him harming her parents, even if they weren’t the best.

“They wanted to report it to the coppers. And as you know now, we don’t deal too kindly with snitches. So I had to threaten him. To keep the peace.” He said, blowing a cloud of smoke towards her.

“I wouldn’t say peace. Fear would be a better word.” She said, sipping the last of her whiskey.

“It’s worked out for me so far.” He said.

“Yes it has Tommy...but I have one question.” She said.

“Mhmm?”

“Are you wanting to go to this bullshit wedding or not?” She asked bluntly, hoping her interrogation would be over soon.

“That depends. Are you going? You don’t seem too fond of your family.” He said.

“I’m only going out of love.” She said.

“Well in that case, I am too.” He said, jotting down the address to the ceremony on his calendar with a star on the day, his heart racing despite his cold exterior. He’d harbored feelings for her too, and Polly could see it, often questioning him when Y/N would leave for the night, but he always blew her off due to peaky business.

“Wait...you actually want to go to such a horrid thing...with me?” She asked.

“And pass up a date with my favorite secretary? Wouldn’t dream of it.” He said, a small smirk hinting at his lips which seemed almost out-of-place.

“Date? Are you sure this isn’t some small business deal? You aren’t just agreeing for money or to pity me?” She asked.

“No Y/N...I’m agreeing because I like you. Always have...just never had the time to tell you till now. Now go back to your work before Polly gets even more suspicious.” He said, admitting his feelings like it was nothing as she stood there dumbfounded.

“R-right.” She said sheepishly as she made her way back to her desk, a small smile on her face as Polly watched her. Knowing something had finally gone down between them.

A week into their newfound relationship, the day had finally come and Thomas escorted her inside the wedding chapel, her black dress complimenting his suit nicely. Her mother scoffing as she sat near her, wondering why the hell she’d wear a black dress to a wedding.

“You know black is for funerals...didn’t I teach you anything?” She asked quietly to where only Y/N could hear.

“I’m just marking the death of any peace that was left between this family. I know you both will start hounding me with questions in no time now that Margaret’s spoken for.” She said quietly, staring into her mother’s cold eyes. There’s always been a tension between them, but it seemed even a joyous occasion such as this couldn’t cut it.

“You alright love?” He asked, holding her hand in his as she stared blankly at the alter, waiting for the ceremony to start.

“It’s just my mother. She can’t put aside our differences for one fucking day.” She said quietly. Her mother leaning over to insert herself into the conversation.

“It’s nice meeting you Mr. Shelby. You’re more than welcome to sit with us at the reception.” Her mother said as she watched her daughter talk to the infamous blinder.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/L/N, we’d love to. Right Y/N?” He asked, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Love is one word for it I suppose.” She said, her jaw tensing as she saw her father approaching their seats.

“Glad to see you again Mr. Shelby, given this time it’s under better circumstances.” He said, shaking his hand firmly.

“Indeed it is Mr. Y/L/N.” He said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and sticking it between his lips.

Her father soon resigned himself from the tense situation by sitting near his wife, who was eyeing the dashing blinder who smoked where he pleased.

“Can you believe she’s dating him? They look like they’ve only just started.” She whispered to her husband.

“If I have to accept him for professional reasons, you can accept him for our daughter. Enough with the snide remarks. Our lives might as well be at stake if he were to hear us...his threat still stands.” He said, knowing that his youngest daughter and her mother always had a tense relationship since her birth. It wasn’t particularly successful, only saving them in the knick of time from complications. Little did he know he was more so the heart of the family, albeit a dysfunctional one.

“They’re talking about me I know it.” Y/N said, fidgeting with her hands as they waited for the ceremony to begin. Margaret taking more than her sweet time getting ready.

“Let them talk then. It can only hurt you if you let it.” He said.

“Now, she better be dressed to the nines because this is the longest I’ve ever waited for a wedding ceremony.” He added, seeing a smirk forming on her face.

“Oh just you wait.” She said jokingly. The music catching everyone’s attention as they all looked on, and surely enough she was dressed to the nines, the whole tailoring industry probably coming together to complete the lavish gown.

“What is this the royal fucking wedding?” She asked, hearing him chuckle quietly under his breath.

As Margaret neared the altar with her father handing her off with a kiss on the cheek, she took a look at her fiancé and then turned toward Y/N, giving her a small smirk that made her stomach churn.

“What was that for?” Thomas whispered quietly, noticing the interaction.

“She’s rubbing salt in an old wound. She’s as bad as my mother.” She said, flicking her off silently. Thomas quickly placed his hand over hers to stop her from escalating the already tense situation. Her mother giving her a scolding look that she ignored, her blood boiling with the fact she was flaunting her status in front of her.

It seemed like forever before the vows ended, the tired crowd clapping and dispersing after the couple ran happily out the door of the church and to the nearby reception. With Y/N and Thomas lagging behind, not wanting to enter the horrendous venue.

“We can leave the reception early if you’d like. Maybe go somewhere more entertaining.” He suggested as they watched the couple parade around the room. Her sister quickly bringing her husband over to where they were standing.

“Y/N, love I’m happy you made it! We were scared you weren’t going to show.” She said giving her younger sister a careful hug as not to disturb her dress.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my sister...I can’t exactly avoid you forever.” She said a small smile on her lips.

“You never told me you snagged such a......man. Where did you two meet?” She asked, shaking Thomas’ hand as her husband did the same. Margaret wary of the cold stare he gave her and Matthew.

“At work.” Y/N said shortly, not appreciating her attitude.

“Look at that, my baby sister finally has a job. What is it? A teacher? a factory worker? a nurse perhaps?” Margaret asked.

“A secretary.” Y/N said, staring the bride down the best she could hoping her gaze could silence her before she made a show of it all.

“A secretary? Hmm. Well that’s good I guess. Just be careful though, those secretaries have to sleep their way to the top you know.” She said. Y/N’s face burning as she turned away from Thomas, wanting to run out and never look back.

Thomas cleared his throat and put his hand on the small of her back as she tensed her jaw, reluctantly turning back to her snake of a sister.

“How would you know? Is that how you got to your position?” She snapped back, the anger rising in her chest. She wished she could have captured her sisters expression in a photograph, her words finally cutting into her like she wanted.

“I assure you she isn’t doing anything of the sort. In fact, she’s an integral part of the company already. But if I were you I wouldn’t say too much else.” Thomas said, a dark tone to his voice as he kept a level head between the sibling rivalry that was happening by the second.

“Oh and who are you to threaten me? What’s this company you speak of? My parents never mentioned it.” She said, her husband whispering in her ear that they had to go. The poor man hated the situation just as much as Y/N.

“That was probably to protect you Margaret. You see...you’ve always been a bit reckless with new information. So I doubt you knew what father got himself into.” Y/N said.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, grabbing a glass of expensive champagne as the server walked by.

“He got in my way...and no one gets in Thomas Shelby’s way. It cost me some of my men. So, like I said, if I were you...I wouldn’t say much else.” He threatened again, her fiancé swallowing hard as he led his flustered wife away to mingle with the other guests.

“Why can’t you both get along?” Her father asked, walking over to the pair.

“I’ve done my part with both her and mum. But...I’m not staying where I’m not valued. I love you all but, we have to go. Send Margaret and Matthew our....warmest regards, yeah?” She asked taking Thomas’ hand and leading him out the door. Her father stood there with a tense look on his face, knowing his family had gotten themselves on bad terms with the Shelby’s once again.

With frantic footsteps she walked to the car, tears flooding down her face as she got in herself, not bothering to wait for him to open the door.

“You didn’t have to stick up for me, but thank you.” She said wiping her tears away as he started the car.

“Yeah.” He said, lighting a cigarette before taking off. He wasn’t much for accepting thanks, at least since the war.

“Are they like that all time?” He asked after a long pause.

“Mhmm. Now you see why I don’t see them unless I have to. They just remind me of everything I’m not.” She said, looking out the window at the evening sky.

“That I do. I’ll be sending them something later, don’t worry.” He said.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her stomach dropping as she pictured him killing her family.

“You’re not going to kill them are you?” She asked.

“No...they’re not worth my time. At least not now anyway. And besides...I wouldn’t want to hurt you more than they already have.” He said, blowing a cloud of smoke from his lips.

“Tommy look, I know my father got in your way on a mission and I know he made you stay longer than you wanted to...but you can’t blame him for doing his job. He was trying to help. He may not be the best, although he’s far nicer than my mother and sister, so if anything, please spare him at least. That’s all I ask.” She said.

“Like I said, they’re not worth my time now, love. If they continue bashing you and my family for how we do business I’ll let you know first alright? But I can’t let them off without a warning, so I’ll send them a letter alright?” He said.

“Well it better be good then. That’s the last I want to hear of this feud. I can deliver it to them if it will help...to make a point at least.” She said.

“Take this then, it won’t be good.” He said giving her a handgun from his jacket.

“I’m not shooting my family Tommy!” She said loudly as they approached the Garrison.

“It’s not for them. It’s for you. They’re not the nicest people and I want you safe. Especially since you work for us now. If they hurt one of us they hurt all of us alright? I know that’s not what you want to hear but it’s how this business works. Now...let’s go have some fun aye.” He said, helping her out of the car and into the bar that was teeming with people from the shop.

“Oi! How’d the wedding go? You’re both home early.” Arthur asked, handing them both a glass of whiskey.

“Terrible. Tommy’s writing a letter tomorrow to put them on their toes.” She said.

“Did they say summin’ about ya?” He asked.

“Yes...and about the company.” Thomas added.

“I thought we told him last time that we’d blind him.” Arthur said, an angry look in his eyes.

“Aye we did. But that didn’t account for her mother and sister. They have a way with words don’t they love?” Thomas asked.

“Mhmm. I’m delivering it, maybe then they’ll take what they say more seriously next time.” She said.

“We can only hope.” Thomas said, snaking an arm around her waist as they spent the rest of the night at the Garrison before going to their respected homes, too worried about the mission to do anything else.

The next week, Thomas signed the end of the letter, his hand cramping from the amount of things he’d written. Wanting to make sure his threat came off clear as day.

“Here Tommy, put this in with it.” Y/N said, handing him a lone razor blade, making him raise an eyebrow.

“Just in case they want to make anymore remarks, they can do us a favor and blind themselves. Like you said, they’re not worth your time now.” She said with a small smirk.

He took a sip of his whiskey and pointed to her with a grin, ushering her to come over to him.

“I like how you think.” He said, pulling her close and kissing her lips ever so lightly. The feeling between them almost electric as they departed.

“I’ll go take care of this, you go on with your business.” She said, as he handed her the letter.

“You know how to shoot?” He asked.

“Mhmm. Been practicing with John.” She said with a smirk.

“Alright, love you.” He said, as he caught himself muttering those words out sooner than he wanted to. But the truth was he couldn’t stand to see her go, not without knowing she was safe.

She stood there for a moment, looking at him as a smile spread across her face.

“I love you too.” She said before walking out the door to drive to the dreaded house she grew up in. Hoping this letter would keep them at bay for once in her life. Knowing her only chance at freedom from her family’s binds were through the doors of the shop and in the arms of the man she loved.

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