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Pls can you do “Why is it always you?” for some cozy fall tommy fluff?
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A Pointless Argument
Tommy Shelby
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Warnings: mentions of smoking and drinking
After an upsetting discovery, (Y/N) storms out onto the grounds of Arrow House to have a word with her husband.
“Why is it always you?” (Y/N) asked as she approached the table and chairs that Tommy was sitting at.
“Why is what always me?” Tommy asked her, barely opening his eyes to look at her as she stopped in front of him. He didn’t even bother to sit up from his lounged state; his hands still clasped over his stomach and his head resting against the back of the metal chair.
“You always take the last scone in the morning, Tommy…always,” she told him, her distaste for the situation clear in the words she spoke.
“Who’s to say I took it, hmm?” he defended himself, still not sounding like he cared a great deal about the problem at hand as he shut his eyes again, “it could’ve been Charlie…could’ve been Anna,” he then tried to throw the blame onto their children.
“It was you, Tommy, and I have proof that it was,” (Y/N) stayed steadfast on her point, taking her argument a step further as she was ready to back it up with evidence.
“Yeah?” Tommy opened his eyes again so that he could look at her; to see if she was bluffing. She looked pretty serious at the moment, and he was wondering if he’d be able to get her to cave this time.
“Yes,” she nodded definitively.
“What’s your proof?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised.
“Frances told me that you asked her to bring it to you in your office this morning. You ate it with your morning tea while you were reading the newspaper,” she outlined her evidence, making sure to add as much detail as she could.
Tommy let out a sigh as he stared off at the treeline of changing colors. “I should probably hire new help now, eh?” he asked her then, his sudden question catching (Y/N) off guard.
“What? No…you can’t fire Frances,” she told him, an incredulous look now present on her face.
“She’s sold me out too easily,” he gave his reason.
“She only told me what I already knew,” (Y/N) defended the woman who worked for them. “Besides…” she trailed off then as she moved even closer to the seat that Tommy was sitting on. She nudged his thigh with her knee, making him sit up properly in the chair so that she could sit on his lap. “I’m rather happy that she actually got you to eat something…it’s been at least a week since you’ve had proper food,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders so that she could steady herself on her new seat.
“I’ve eaten this past week,” he tried to defend himself.
“A few mint leaves does not count as proper food, Tommy,” she disagreed with him, a ‘you’re being serious right now?’ look on her face.
“There isn’t a problem with eating mint, love…” He stayed steadfast on his viewpoint, “makes my breath smell good.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his statement. “You can eat anything you want, Tommy…your breath’s still gonna smell like cigarettes and whiskey,” she told him in a matter-of-fact tone.
Tommy rolled his eyes at her comment before he hooked his hands around her waist. She rested herself against his chest and got comfortable as they enjoyed what would probably be one of the last warmer autumn mornings.
“I will say that I like it though,” (Y/N) said softly after a few moments had passed.
“Hmm?” Tommy hummed, opening his eyes only slightly to look over at her.
“The way you smell,” she clarified, “with all these years we’ve been together…it reminds me of home now.”
The corner of Tommy’s lips curved upwards before he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You smell like home too, love,” he mumbled into her hair before inhaling the sweet, calming smell of her shampoo.
(Y/N) smiled as she curled her fingers around the collar of the shirt he was wearing. Some more time passed by silently before she spoke up again, “I’m still not happy that you ate the last scone,” she mumbled while picking at the threads of his waistcoat.
“I thought we were finished with the pointless arguments,” Tommy sighed, knowing all too well that he would not be hearing the end of this for the rest of the day.
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madame-wilsonn · 1 year
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My Darling, When Autumn Leaves Start to Fall…
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Summary: Four moments of bliss in Tommy’s life set in autumn
A/N: this is a very late participation to my sweet @runnning-outof-time​ 2k celebration, congrats again!! I got the title from the lovely song Autumn Leaves (Edith Piaf’s version) but the story doesn’t have anything to do with the song, still listen to it because it’s beautiful :)  I don’t really have anything else to say so, I hope you enjoy this (at least, I had fun writing it!) 
oh and thank you to my @choreosmania​ for giving me your feedback on the story, you’re really worthy of the ‘only poutine eater I don’t want to punch’ title <3
Warnings: this is literally just fluff for the sake of it (so beware of the immense amount of fluff ig)
Word count: 2,155 words
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It was early in the morning. Too early for the sun to cast its warm shade over the land. Too early for the birds to sing. Too early for Tommy to be awake.
But he lay on his side, eyes wide open. His troubled mind never let him rest more than a few hours at once. No matter how exhausted he was, no matter how much he wanted to.
Tommy considered the idea of getting up and turning his lack of sleep into productive work. It’s what the businessman in him kept whispering.
And then, Tommy turned towards you, soundly asleep. Lying on your stomach, your mouth slightly agape, it made your husband smile. Leaving the bed—leaving you suddenly seemed like a very foolish thing to do.
Instead, he brushed the hair framing your face. His calloused hands grazed your warm skin and he found himself incapable of stopping.
Very gently, his fingers trailed down your neck, your shoulder, your spine and a smile stretched his lips as he felt you shiver. You moved, humming but your husband’s feather-like touch didn’t seem to bother your peaceful slumber.
Tommy closed the distance between you. He played with your hair as your head rested on his chest. He brought the blanket over your shoulders, reveling in the contact of his fingertips with the softness of your hip.
He observed the night slowly making place for the sun to rise, a subdued light filtering through the drapes. Tommy thought he could wake you up— you loved to see the sunrise. But as if you were reading his mind, you nuzzled closer, a contented sigh leaving your lips.
For a moment, he asked himself if he was still dreaming. The quietude reigning seemed surreal. So quiet, so calm, even his screaming mind seemed to respect the peaceful intermission.
Your soft breaths fanning over his skin, your cold fingertips—always cold no matter how hot the rest of your body was, your hair tickling his chest. He would have sworn it was some twisted wraith, playing with his deepest longing if it wasn’t for your hand safely resting on his waist.
The idea of leaving the bed came back and this time, there was no hesitation. Tommy lazily kissed your forehead, sliding back under the covers.
Business could wait.
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Fiery leaves crunching under your steps, the biting cold softened by the warm October sun. The sweet summer time was bidding goodbye, slowly welcoming autumn and its honeytoned afternoons.
It was the perfect weather for a family walk in the gardens.
Tommy was finally home after months spent in the hospital and thankfully, the doctor forbade him from working which meant a very well deserved holiday— even though said holiday almost cost his life.
Ruby was very excited to have her father all to herself and when she saw the piles of fallen leaves, she couldn’t resist. She asked and asked for a walk with her parents just so she could jump in the dreamy hills of red and orange.
So after her nap, you got her dressed and even allowed her to put her new white gloves on. Tommy was already outside, enjoying the warm weather as his little girl came running, shouting his name.
You watched your overly excited daughter jump and run, grabbing leaves and crunching them, a tender smile brightening your features. Your hand firmly holding Tommy’s, you strolled through the manor’s grounds, enjoying the dazzling rays caressing your skin.
“Are you alright, darling?” you turned to him, observing his tired eyes.
“Just a headache.”
“Mommy, mommy, look,” Ruby’s chirping voice interrupted you. She blew a cloud of fog in the air, “I’m smoking, like daddy!”
You giggled as she repeated her action.
“You’re like me, eh?” Tommy asked, a teasing smile fading the exhausted traits.
Ruby put her tiny fists on her hips and with the deepest voice she could attempt, she replied “Yes, I’m a grown-up. Bring me whiskey and don’t use my pens for your drawings.”
The resemblance was uncanny. It was really hard to keep a straight face as Ruby went on “I have work to do, no game tonight,” she pouted— just like her father.
Tommy feigned hurt and you decided to help him a little, out of mercy “Well, I guess you can’t carry her anymore if she’s a grown up. She can walk.”
Your last comment seemed to shake the ‘grown up’ out of your Ruby and she turned to her dad, using her most efficient weapon: the puppy eyes.
“No, daddy. Look, I'm not a grown up! You can still carry me!” She ran back to Tommy, hugging his waist.
Your husband glanced at you, a smile gracing his lips. He bent down, lifting his little girl in his arms.
With his other hand, Tommy brought you closer to him, earning him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“At least she got your talents for impressions,” you whispered to him, playfully.
“Yeah, she’s her daddy’s girl for a reason.”
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“And now let’s open the gifts!” Ruby exclaimed, clapping her small hands together.
“But we didn’t eat the cake yet!”
“No, gifts first, mommy!” You smiled fondly at your daughter’s impatience as Frances brought a few neatly wrapped boxes.
It was Ruby’s birthday, the yearly reminder that your little baby was growing up and didn’t plan to stop. You had managed to convince Tommy to come early tonight— although it didn’t take much convincing to celebrate the three of you together. A bigger party was planned the next day with all of Ruby’s cousins and the extended family but tonight, you wanted it to be just you.
A squeal erupted from your daughter as she discovered the beautiful toy horse her father had chosen for her. Before you could even realize, you were lovingly attacked with hugs and kisses.
Ruby sat on Tommy’s lap, enjoying the comforting embrace of her dad. He presented to her another box and helped her with the tightly knotted bow.
“Look at that, Ruby!” your husband took out the doll and handed her to her new owner, “What will we be calling her, hm?”
Ruby thought about it for a second— it was indeed a crucial decision and almost screamed “Katie!”
She repeated her doll’s name softly, caressing her blonde hair.
“Do you like it, daddy?”
“It’s a beautiful name,” Tommy answered with absolutely no hesitation, “Just like yours, my darling.”
You watched the two of them, your heart swelling at the sight of your husband arranging your daughter’s long locks. Ruby had grown to be her daddy’s little girl through and through. A part of you felt a little jealous that he got all the precious attention but nothing could compare to the joy of watching Tommy grow with her.
You never doubted he would be any less than a wonderful father. And every moment observing them was proof of that.
“Mommy,” Ruby ushered, poking your arm. She gave a not very discreet look towards her dad and you nodded knowingly for tonight wasn’t just Ruby’s birthday.
After years spent by his side, Tommy had never wanted to celebrate anything apart from your anniversary and your birthday. You knew the reason and respected it. But your very stubborn daughter— she got that from her dad— decided that no birthday should ever be forgotten, no matter the reason.
“What’s going on?” your husband asked as Ruby precipitately left the room.
“We have a little surprise for you,” is all you said.
Ruby came back, hiding behind her back the small gifts you had both gotten.
“Happy birthday, daddy,” she proudly offered him the drawing she spent hours making, using her best colors.
Tommy gazed at you, confused but still accepted his present. It was a drawing of the three of you, Ruby in the middle and you holding her hands. “That’s me and there you are, daddy. You’re the king and mommy is the queen and I am the princess,” she pointed at each of you as she spoke.
“It’s gorgeous, Ruby. Thank you,” Tommy kissed her cheek, promising to keep the drawing in his office.
“Now it’s your turn, Mommy!” she nudged you, waiting excitedly as you gave the other present.
It was a golden ring engraved with your three initials. You wanted to offer it for your wedding anniversary but Ruby insisted her dad had presents for his birthday as well, so you chose to give it to him a little earlier.
You put the ring on Tommy’s finger, above his wedding band and he squeezed your hand. “Thank you,” he cleared his throat.
You observed him longly, a pinch of guilt making you quiet. Ruby was so excited to include her father in the celebration you didn’t have the heart to tell her he hated his birthday. But maybe you should have been more firm with her…
“I’m sorry, Tom,” you whispered to him as soon as Ruby was occupied playing with her toys. “She asked me the other day and when I told her I didn't know, she asked Polly. I thought it would be enough but then Polly told her you were born around the same time as her and she insisted we did something for you as well.”
Your husband shook his head, bringing you closer to him. “You did good, it’s alright.”
Tommy sighed, glancing at the ring on his finger.
He didn’t always hate his birthday. There was a time where it meant having cake and getting new shoes if the year hadn’t been too rough. His mother always made it special, even if they didn’t have the money for a big party or for a sumptuous feast. She even got him his white poney.
But that was the last thing she ever got for him.
There was no point in celebrating anything after that. What did he have to celebrate?
There was no rest, no peace, too much happening all at once to the point where the mere thought of it was ridiculous. It was just another day in November after all.
But as they all sang and ate too much chocolate cake and laughed until his heart burst with joy, Tommy realized.
He had his girls now.
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The clock ticked softly and the fire crackled in the hearth, accompanying Tommy’s nightly work. He had to study some numbers for a board meeting the next day and although he only wanted to lie in bed with you, he couldn’t detach himself from his task.
You had gone to bed with Ruby half an hour ago, quickly passing by the office for a necessary goodnight kiss.
By now, his sweet girl was asleep and you were probably struggling to stay awake— you wanted your goodnight kiss too.
But tonight’s ritual wasn’t as thoroughly respected as the previous nights.
Tommy dropped his pen, hearing tiny footsteps walking closer and closer until…”Daddy?” Ruby whispered, shyly entering the room.
“What’s going on, love?”
“I can’t sleep…” Tommy gestured for her to come closer. He sat his daughter on his lap, his knuckles grazing her cheek. “I want a story.”
“Mommy didn’t read you one?” he asked curiously.
Ruby hesitated for a moment. “She did…but she doesn’t make the voices like you, daddy.”
Tommy chuckled, kissing his daughter’s forehead.
“Alright, what do you say we go to bed together and I read you another one?”
He felt her nodding against his chest. Tommy finally gave up the very important work— but for even more important matters and carried his Ruby upstairs. He grabbed the book on her bedside table but instead of putting her in her own bed, he walked out of the room.
“What do you say we teach mommy how to make the voices, hm?”
Ruby replied with a smile, gladly enjoying the unusual bedtime.
“What’s going on?” you asked as soon as Tommy appeared, carrying your daughter inside.
“She wanted me to read her a story.”
“I already read her one, Tom.”
“I know,” he dropped Ruby on the bed. “She said she wanted me to do the voices.”
You shook your head, trying to suppress the growing smile. Your husband— no matter how firm and cold he could be with anyone— struggled with keeping his usual steadfastness with his four years old daughter.
“She isn’t supposed to sleep in the bed with us, it’s a bad habit,” you tried to scold.
“Just this time.”
“Yes, mommy, just tonight,” a light voice erupted from under the covers.
You sighed, defeated.
“Fine.”
Tommy mimicked Ruby’s content smile.
“But just tonight, then everyone sleeps in their own bed, deal?”
They both nodded, Ruby hurrying to hug her father. She grabbed your hand, playing with your ring— a small habit she got as a baby.
“Alright,” Tommy cleared his throat, opening his arms for you to slide in as well. “Once upon a time, there were three bears…”
Very important matters, indeed
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cillmequick · 1 year
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This little story is to celebrate @runnning-outof-time’s amazing 2k followers milestone. Super congrats K darling! You deserve every single one of them, and many, many more! 😘
I hope you like this little autumnal tale. I picked modern!Alfie because I read the prompt below from @creativepromptsforwriting and I immediately knew it had to be for him 😂
Pairing: modern!Alfie Solomons x fem!reader
Prompt: My dog yanked on its leash and now I’m lying in a giant pile of leaves and you stand there and laugh and STOP TAKING PICTURES!
Warnings: none apart from Alfie appropriate bad language. Pure fluff!
Word count: 1449
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Dog Walk
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“Come on, Alfie. It’s too nice a day to be stuck in the house!,” cajoled Y/N as she tried to convince her boyfriend out of his armchair and away from his history books.
He huffed. “I’m fucking tired, woman! I’ve been at work all fucking week and then Tommy fucking Shelby waltzes in on Wednesday and shits up my whole fucking organisation! Does a man not deserve to rest and recuperate in the comfort of his own home with a fucking book if he chooses?!” He fixed her with a stern expression but she simply frowned back.
“Alfie, it’s the end of September. In a few weeks it’s going to be cold and miserable for the next four months. It will be dark in the mornings and dark by teatime. And when that happens, you can retreat into full hermit mode, and hell, I’ll gladly snuggle up there with you.” She paused as his lips curled in appreciation of this proposed state of affairs.
“But right now,” she continued, voice gently wheedling, “right now, it’s crisp and cool and gloriously sunny. The leaves are on the turn and the woods will be beautiful. So please…PLEASE.. can we just take the sodding dog for a bloody walk?,” she finished, hands on her hips as she stared down at him.
Cyril, hearing the ‘W’ word, began panting with enthusiasm, stubby tail thumping against the carpet.
“Well you’ve done it now, ain’tcha. Poor blighter thinks he’s going out now,” Alfie grumbled, pointing at the cheerful mutt at his feet.
“Well, I’m not the one trying to break his heart, am I?,” she replied, leaning down to pet the bullmastiff’s silky head. “I’m not the one who’s trying to deny you a W-A-L-K, Cyril baby,” she cooed as she scratched his favourite spot behind his ears. “No I’m not. That would be daddy. Who’s too selfish to take you for a glorious autumn stroll.”
“Oi!,” shouted Alfie indigently, catching Cyril’s attention and he snorted in response, sounding uncommonly like his dad. Y/N stifled a giggle - they do say that owners and their animals resemble one another after a while.
“What you fucking laughing about?,” he grumbled as he reluctantly heaved himself out of the chair. She grinned and clapped her hands together briefly before she shot off to gather what they would need for a walk. As she left she could hear him muttering to Cyril about bloody women and being much put upon. She rolled her eyes, she was well used to the bark but (at least towards her) no bite of the infamous King of Camden Town.
Well… not entirely ‘no bite’, she reflected with a grin to herself. He had been known to bite but only bit in the ways that made her head spin and her knees weak.
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A short while later they parked up at the woods. For a crisp, sunny, autumnal day, Y/N was surprised not to see more cars but perhaps people had decided to venture even further afield to enjoy the weather before it changed.
It was chillier here than in town, without the ever present London smog inflating the temperature. She shivered a little and wrapped her scarf a little tighter around her neck, tucking the ends into her coat. Her breath billowed out in front of her, mist dancing in the air for a moment before vanishing.
“It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here,” Alfie complained, rubbing his hand together. He was not, it was fair to say, nature’s biggest fan. He missed the smell of fumes and piss on the air. The smells of his childhood, of his whole life really. The smell of Camden. The great outdoors were for other people. Strange people. Like the Shelbys.
“Stop being so dramatic,” she teased and he harrumphed. “It’s only slightly chilly. You’ll be fine once we get going,” she mollified him, wrapping her arm through his as they set off, Cyril trotting along beside her, the lead in her other hand.
They picked a path at random and set off at a casual stroll. Sunlight dappled the forest floor, highlighting the ochre yellows, carmine reds and deep russets of the leaves around them. There were still clusters of green, some trees and bushes still clinging to the last vestiges of their summer foliage. Bright red rowan berries drooped heavily from branches, a feast for the birds and other small creatures of the woods.
Somewhere, someone was burning leaves, the smoke wafting on the breeze, evoking images of bonfires and fireworks. Halloween and Bonfire Night celebrations. Y/N breathed it in contentedly. She could practically taste the cinder toffee on her tongue.
They walked in a comfortable, thoughtful silence, even Alfie rendered quiet and contemplative for once.
Until suddenly Cyril saw a squirrel.
He shot off in pursuit, paying no mind to the fact he was still on the lead. Although he was a docile sweetheart in temperment, he was all muscle. A heavy, powerful animal. And at that moment all that power was being directed at the squirrel and Y/N couldn’t keep him under control.
She shrieked at him to stop but he didn’t, dragging her behind him at a run, until he tipped her balance as he broke free of her grasp and she landed in a heap of leaves.
“Fuckin’ hell!,” shouted Alfie, hurrying to her side, worried she had hurt herself. “You alright there, dove?,” he asked, voice full of worry.
She nodded as she got her breath back, checking for damage to anything beyond her wounded pride. “No, I’m fine,” she confirmed breathlessly, and satisfied she was ok, he leaned back, fishing for something in his pocket.
He produced his phone and immediately started taking pictures of her in the leaf pile.
“What are you doing, you prick?! Help me up!,” she cried, gesturing rudely at him.
He laughed a deep, throaty bellow and didn’t stop snapping.
“Alfie! Your dog yanked on its leash and now I’m lying in a giant pile of leaves and all you can do is stand there and laugh… and will you STOP TAKING PICTURES!,” she shouted indignantly, pushing her hair out of her eyes, encountering leaves, tangled in her waves.
He was practically wheezing by this point, no longer capable of photography because his hands were on his knees as he got his breath back.
“Sorry, treacle. But you’re the one who wanted to go for a walk,” he finally replied, still a little out of breath, as he pocketed his phone and put his hands out to help her up.
She stood with as much dignity as she could muster, brushing leaf detritus from her jeans and coat. He carefully removed a number of crisp brown oak leaves from her hair, smiling softly, dark blue eyes creasing at the corners. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly, pulling her into his chest.
“You sure you’re not hurt?,” he asked as their lips parted and she nodded.
“I’m fine… where’s the dog though..?,” she suddenly realised, head turning left and right searching for Cyril.
Alfie bellowed for him (she quickly covered her ears - that man had years of practice of being heard over machinery and she liked having eardrums, thank you very much) and after a moment, Cyril trotted out from between the trees, lead dragging behind him.
He did not look in the least bit contrite.
“Naughty dog!,” she scolded him but entirely undermined the sentiment by fussing his brown head. Alfie rolled his eyes. She had a lot to learn about effective dog ownership.
“Shall we go home before we have any more adventures?,” she asked and he nodded.
“Also, I know I looked a state, but why so many photos?,” she queried, poking him in the side, as they set off the way they came, Alfie holding Cyril in a firm grip.
“So if you have any more bright ideas about spending time in fucking nature again, I can remind you how much of a bad fucking notion it is, my love,” he replied darkly but his lips were twitching, fighting off a grin.
“Arsehole,” she retorted, slipping her small hand from his large one to link her arm through his and lean up to peck a kiss to his cheek. “You love it really.”
He huffed in response, glancing at her. Hair wild and still scattered with pieces of leaf, eyes bright and cheeks rosy from the cool air. She was even more beautiful than usual.
And he supposed - not that he would admit that in a million years - that maybe, just maybe, she was right.
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mythos-writes · 1 year
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I'm Here for You
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Tommy Shelby x Reader
For @runnning-outof-time 2K Celebration!!!
Word Count: 356( Fluffy blurb)
Prompt: "I got you a blanket."
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Tommy was sitting around the fire, his thoughts running as fast as a speeding train. With everything happening between the expansion to London and dealing with Alfie, to just dealing with his family. He needed a small escape from it all. That’s where he finds himself now, in the forest, surrounded by nature.  
“I brought you a blanket,” her voice breaks the silence of the forest. Tommy looked up to see (Y/N) standing on the other side of the fire. 
“What are you doing here?” he questions, watching her move around the fire. 
“Polly told me that you had been more stressed than normal, and she figured you would have wanted to get away,” she informs, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and sitting beside him. Tommy lets out a breathy chuckle. 
“She is a smart woman,” he replies, eyes still focused on the flames.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she questions. He slowly moved his gaze from the fire to her. 
“Do you think we would be out here if I wanted to talk about it?” he questions. “Fair point,” she says, moving closer to her husband. He opens the blanket up so (Y/N) could be underneath it. 
“I just want all this bullshit to be over,” he mutters, leaning into her shoulder. 
I do too, I miss you sharing our bed,” she replies, rubbing a hand down his back. Tommy lets out a hum, a memory of the last time they had shared a bed pops up. 
“I do too love, and soon we will again,” he says, placing a kiss on her jaw. “Now, lets enjoy each other company before the young ones come running out here,” he states. 
“Well, lucky for us, Polly took them for the night,” (Y/N) states with a smirk. 
“You are brilliant,” Tommy says while placing a kiss on her lips. 
“I’ve been called that once or twice,” she teases before pulling Tommy closer. The two just enjoying each others company and the quietness of the forest. The worries that Tommy had were now at bay, till tomorrow when they come calling back.
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evita-shelby · 2 years
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Autumn Mornings
For @runnning-outof-time 's autumn milestone celebration.
Congrats 🎊
May do a second one later when @staff fix whatever is not making my posts show up on tumblr
Gif by @youfeel
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“How is it in your country this time of year?” he asks as they just stay in bed the entire morning. He shifted slightly until she was tucked her under his chin.
It was cold this morning, a completely normal cold autumn day for her husband and her new family, but too fucking cold for her and an ill omen had it happened in Mexico.
Here it means that the shop gets opened later, that she’ll be wearing Tommy’s flannel pajama button down shirt while her husband has no other choice but to wear the bottoms despite the fact that he hates wearing clothes to bed.
We’ll end up naked either way, why bother wearing clothes, love, he likes to say as he slips her sexy nightgowns off her shoulders.
There was snow outside and even wrapped in Tommy’s arms with a fire lit, Eva still feels a bit of a chill.
This had ended up with Tommy telling her about how to cure hypothermia, a treatment she was very receptive to and hopes he can indulge her with before he has to go downstairs for work.
“Rains a lot, but even the coldest day there might pass as warm here.” Eva wished she could be there now, be there with Tommy in the cool rain even. “Sometimes we will get hurricanes and floods or earthquakes.”
Or foreign invasions or decade long civil wars.
“But it has its charms, we have independence day on September 16, the day of the dead in November 2nd, the harvests in the farms, the butterflies arriving in Michoacán before winter and Delia spoiling me with sweet breads and hot chocolate when I was on holiday from school.”
But her life is here now and the gates are closed to her forever.
“I thought you hated organ meat.” He says and she can see his amused face in her mind’s eye.
“Oh, I’ve always hated pancreas and liver meats, I mean sweet bread like scones and cakes.” She explains and being unable to find the English word for it. She knows the French one for it. “Like brioche, oh its on the tip of my tongue and I just can’t fucking remember it.”
“The word for that is pastries, love.” He supplies helpfully trying not to chuckle. “Forgetting words again, Evie?”
She used to hate speaking in English, now she’ll have to speak it for the rest of her life. All because she had the audacity to fall for an Englishman.
At least I'm not American, he says and she laughs.
“Mmm, you make me forget how to speak English with how good you are to me, mi vida.”
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notyour-valentine · 1 year
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On the Brink of Winter ~ Tommy Shelby Angst
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Summary: Tommy can't bring himself to join the fair and instead thinks of the summer he missed
Note: Written for the wonderful K @runnning-outof-time 2k celebration. Congratulations - I hope you have the best time with your celebration! I feel a bit bad because this is a sad one, but I hope you enjoy it anyways
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Warning: Grief, mourning, mention of sickness, mention of death, mention of fighting and drinking
Wordcount: 1745 words
Tommy leaned the back of his head against the tree, feeling the bark tangle in his long black hair as soon as it touched it. 
By now, his spine was aching from how long he had been sitting on the ground, without luscious green grass to cushion the roots digging into him. 
This feeling was nothing new, not after countless nights he had spent sleeping under the stars, but it was the first time he didn’t mind the pain. 
In fact, in a strange way he got satisfaction from every second he endured it without shifting, or getting up or stretching to relieve even the slightest bit of strain. 
Undoubtedly, he’d discover a brand new collection of bruises tomorrow. 
They’d look even darker now, he thought, glancing at his hands. 
The pale skin was mocking him. 
Usually he’d carry the tan all the way into november. He didn’t darken quickly, not like Arthur or Ada, but he didn’t burn easy like John did. After all, Tommy spent every day outside and so his skin had time to adapt to the seasons. 
His hands, his neck and face - by July they’d be so dark he could almost pass for an Italian. 
Not this year though. 
Not this year. 
Things were different this year. 
Even the good old fairs. 
He could see it now, see the dancing and the arguing, could smell the smoke and the scent of cooking meat over open fires, even the sweetness of beer was carried all the way to where he lingered in the shadows. 
And he could hear them, the singing and laughing and joking. 
It was the same, but it was different too - the men were a little too boisterous and the laughter a little too loud -  warped the same way sound was warped when it carried from a distant, unknown shore. 
Or maybe he had just forgotten what it was like, after all, most of the fairs were during the summer months and Tommy had not been to one. 
In a way, he wasn’t even at this one, was he?
He wasn’t singing, he wasn’t dancing, he wasn’t down there drinking or getting into fights. 
He was here - away from it all. 
If he tried, he could imagine Polly’s laughter or even Ada’s giggle among the sea of sounds. 
Arthur had come with the intention of getting drunk, finding a woman and starting a fight. Undoubtedly by now he had accomplished at least two of these things. 
John was down there too, with his Martha and their two children. The eldest boy was undoubtedly trying to keep up with Finn, the way John had tried to keep up with him. Years had passed since they had been the ones running between the campfires, but he was still doing it to this day. 
Chasing after me. 
That had not been his intention, but they all wanted it - Freddie, Jeremiah, the boys from the factories, even the bloody Lees and Black Country Boys. 
With a sigh, he picked up one of the fallen leaves and twisted it between his fingers. 
It was one of the brown ones, not the reds, that had fallen prematurely. 
It would be a long time before Thomas Shelby would ever choose something red. 
He let his fingers brush over the dried leaf, following the lines. 
In some stories they spoke of the life inside the trees and when he inspected the fallen leaf further, those thicker lines he felt under his thumb almost felt like veins, like lifelines. 
When he heard the crunch, he flinched. 
I must’ve pressed too hard. 
But even when he removed his thumb with greatest care, he could not deny the hole he had made, a gash, that allowed the golden red glow of the flames to flicker through - showing his shame. 
He had torn it and now there would be no repairing. 
It wouldn’t have happened the last time he had been outside for this long, back when the meadows were filled with flowers just bursting to show their colours, when the birds chirped and the trees stood in a proud dress of green. Then he could have plucked a leaf and rolled it up without it breaking.
But that had been in spring. 
And now the flowers had wilted, the birds had fled south and the trees were shedding the last memories they carried of this year. 
Tommy had seen none of that, hadn’t even seen the flowers bloom and hadn’t heard the children’s laughter while spitting cherry cores down on unsuspecting passers-by.
He hadn’t felt the cooling water of a lake on his skin during a hot summer day or enjoyed the slight breeze while galloping over green plains. 
It had been John, not him, who taught Finn to swim, and he had only seen the flower crowns Martha and Polly made with Ada in passing, when they were already half dried up and laying on the kitchen table. 
He hadn’t seen the trees turn their blossoms to fruit, nor the people scaling their branches to pick them. Soon enough they’d all stand bare and empty, with rot and rain washing away any last traces of the spring that had once been. 
It would all be gone. 
Closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths - that way he wouldn’t scream and draw attention to himself. 
By the time he dared to open them again, the sun had set completely, and the only light was coming from the silver moon and the red fires. 
And the only warmth too. 
His legs had gone stiff by now, and his fingers ached. 
Down there, the fires and the drink and the people would warm him up - or at least the voice in his head that sounded like Polly tried to convince him. 
But Tommy was tired, tired of the noise and the pitiful glances and the meaningless words. 
He was tired of all of that, the same he was tired of the pain and the anger inside of him while nothing from the outside made him feel anything at all anymore. 
No smells, sounds, tastes or touches - nothing could ever get through the icy cold pitch black darkness inside of him. 
With a sigh, he watched the black shaped figures dance together. 
Hand in hand.
Arm in arm. 
Down there, they celebrated about a dozen marriages, if not two, all in a rush, all hasty and unplanned, with little thought put into it apart from the one: to get married before it was time for the men to leave. 
They all wanted something to come home to while all the girls were scared of missing out, meaning both feared that if they didn’t do it now, they wouldn’t get a chance too. 
It was ironic really, the way all these people hardly planned anything while they had it all laid out. 
They had talked of it, because somehow making plans for the unknown future was easier than revisiting memories from before. 
It had even become a joke between them, the kind one clung to in the night to keep the fear at bay and in a way, it had carried a little bit of hope too. 
They’d talk about where they would get married, even argued back and forth a little bit, bickering as if they had already been wedded for a few decades. They talked about what he would wear - she had insisted on a proper Italian suit, not just for him but all his groomsmen too. Even little Finn. 
And they of course, would get boutonnieres to match her bouquet, and the flower crown she would wear over her mother’s veil. 
They talked about the music and the food they would serve after, about their first dance and even where they would go on their honeymoon weekend. He would have had to save up for that. 
The only thing they had not talked about was the dress, after all, she had insisted time and time again, the groom was not supposed to see that before the wedding. 
Only Tommy had seen it. 
It wasn’t a proper wedding dress, not really, but he had seen the white lace with the high collar, and hadn’t failed to notice how it was a little wide even after her mother and sister had pinned it to fit better. 
They had buried her in it after all. 
By that time seeing a piece of cloth without droplets of crimson on it had become a strange sight to him. 
His hands closed around a fistful of leaves each and the sounds of them turning to dust in his grip eased the desire he had to pound the ground until the skin over his knuckles split. 
Perhaps he really should go down there, even if he didn’t belong. 
It wouldn’t be too difficult to find a woman, even one with soft hands and dark hair. He could find one and kiss one only to stop the words from escaping her lips that would spoil his fantasy. 
After all, Tommy hadn't kissed anyone for months. 
She had forbidden him from kissing her so that he wouldn't get infected and so all they had were kisses to her forehead, cheek and hand. 
Perhaps kissing someone would make him feel something, anything, and even if it wouldn’t change anything inside of him, he could drown himself in the warmth of their body. Warm, not hot like her skin had become towards the end, and not cold as her hand had grown in the night after.
Just warm and soft. 
Or he could go down there and start a fight until his blood boiled and the fire of it would get to his head - that would warm him up better than any drink ever could. 
Because right now he felt desperately cold. 
He scoffed and looked down once more. 
In the night, all leaves were equally dark and he had no way of telling if they were brown or treacherously red. 
They all sounded the same too and it betrayed them, but it betrayed him too. 
They were all dry and lifeless and dead. Just like he felt. 
Tommy sighed once more. 
Perhaps he really should go down there, get drunk, find a woman or start a fight.
This was the last chance, wasn’t it?
This time next week they’d all have their hair shorn and their jackets fitted, well into their training before it would be time to leave.
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zablife · 2 years
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John's Encounter at the Campfire
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For @runnning-outof-time K's 2K follower celebration. Congratulations, darl!!
When John goes on a stag hunt he encounters a mysterious woman around the campfire one evening. He offers her food and refuge from the wilderness, but soon learns she's more dangerous than any threat lurking in the woods.
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shelbydelrey · 1 year
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oh say can you see
my stars
the nigh time is almost ours
Oh Say Can You See - Lana Del Rey
pairing: Modern! Tommy Shelby x Lana Del Rey
I just discovered this song in a autumn playlist and this little scenario came to my head as well as @runnning-outof-time theme for her 2K Celebration! I hope you like it, dear 😘
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K! Congratulations on 2K!!! 🎉🙌🏻 I hope you get a lot more 😊
Can I request something with this prompt? For Tommy
“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
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Some Good News
Tommy Shelby
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(Y/N) comes to Tommy with news that she’s been holding in for too long.
“Where is he?” (Y/N) asked as she rushed through the rooms of the Shelby Company Ltd.’s office.
“Tommy’s in his office,” Lou, one of the secretaries, answered, knowing exactly who the other woman was referring to.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) didn’t even stop, hurling her thanks out as she continued on to the door at the end of the lobby-like room. She didn’t even bother knocking, and instead opened the door and walked right in.
“(Y/N)?” Tommy asked, confusion in his voice. (Y/N) also noted that Michael was in the room, but that didn’t hinder her desire to go forward with what she’d had planned from the second she arrived back in Birmingham.
“Yes,” she blurted out as she walked across the room to where he was standing behind his desk.
“Yes what?” Tommy was even more confused by her single word declaration.
“Yes, I will marry you,” she elaborated, not breaking her stride until she stopped in front of him, “I shouldn’t have made you wait so long after you asked, but with everything going on at the derby and then when they took you, and then Polly told me what might have happened, and I thought I’d never see you again, so I felt guilty about not giving…”
“Woah, hold on, (Y/N)…” Tommy cut her off, stopping her rambling before she could even finish it, which was good for her because she had no clue where she was going with her babbling. “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
“All of it?” she asked sheepishly, wondering if she’d need to repeat her previous statement in its entirety.
“No,” Tommy shook his head slightly, “just the first part of it.”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as she hooked her eyes onto his. Tommy had a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he waited intently for her to speak again. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before doing so. “Yes, I will marry you,” she told him, her voice staying steady as she spoke.
“Yeah?” Tommy’s question was rhetorical in nature. He’d just heard her say that she would, multiple times actually.
“Yes,” (Y/N) confirmed it again anyway, her smile growing wider. “I should’ve said yes the second you asked me. It was dumb of me to stand there and not give you an answer…it all happened so fast though.”
“That doesn’t matter, you’ve answered me now,” he brushed her off, letting her know that she shouldn’t keep beating herself up for how she initially reacted.
“Are you happy?” she asked then, not realizing how stupid that question sounded until it left her lips.
“Of course I’m happy, love,” he answered with a slight chuckle, “it’s nice to get some good news like this after all that’s happened today.”
“I’m so happy that you’re ok,” she sighed as she moved forward to wrap her arms around his torso. She just couldn’t stop herself from doing so any longer.
“I’m always gonna be ok, (Y/N),” he mumbled into her hair as he held onto her tightly, “I’m gonna have you by me side for the rest of me life now,” he added after she pulled back slightly to look at him.
Unable to wait any longer, (Y/N) leaned in and pressed her lips to Tommy’s in a passionate kiss. She was able feel Tommy’s grin against her lips, and it only made her grip onto him tighter. She couldn’t believe that she was going to marry him.
“I guess Michael left,” she said, then exhaling a breath after they pulled away.
“Good,” he answered, his grin still present, “he didn’t need to see any of this anyway.”
(Y/N) couldn’t even respond because Tommy’s lips found hers as soon as he finished speaking.
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Will you please do “I could never get tired of you.” for Tommy from the fluff prompts?
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Something Keeping You Up?
Tommy Shelby
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(Y/N) decides to go into Tommy’s office late one night to find out for herself why he hasn’t joined her in bed yet.
She’d already put on her nightgown and had her hair pinned up out of her face, but (Y/N) wasn’t quite ready for bed yet. It’d been tough getting to sleep these last few nights, and she knew the exact reason why. Tommy wasn’t in bed with her.
She figured it was just the business he was dealing with on the first night. After the second night, she thought that maybe his meeting got pushed back a few days. Now, Tommy was going on his fifth night of staying in his office well past the time that his wife put their three year old to bed.
Sure, helping out with Charlie’s bedtime routine wasn’t an everyday thing that Tommy did, but partaking in her routine was something he did nightly. So now that he was absent, she felt like she was missing a part of herself.
Tonight, however, things were going to change. She’d become adament on that. So she made her way to the wing of the house that held his office and knocked gently on the door. His muffled response telling her to come in came short after, so she did just that.
“Having trouble sleeping?” Tommy asked her as he took his glasses off and sat them down on the pile of papers he’d been working through.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” (Y/N) answered him as she walked into the office.
“Something keeping you up?” he asked another question, his brows furrowed.
“Yes,” she didn’t even try to beat around the bush.
“What is it?” he sounded slightly worried now.
“You’re not in bed with me,” she gave her answer almost immediately after he was finished speaking. Tommy raised his eyebrows as he heard his wife’s complaint. She decided to elaborate more on her initial statement, “you always come to bed with me, but you’ve not come in once this entire week,” a slight pout formed on her face as she then asked a question in a hushed voice, “are you tired of spending time with me?”
(Y/N) was afraid to hear his answer. She knew that she was probably overreacting to the situation, and that he was probably just tied up with his work, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering it. And once she was wondering it, she knew that she could either continue worrying about it and let it fester, or she could come right out and ask him about it.
Tommy was shocked by her sudden question, and the worries she expressed with it. “I could never get tired of you, love,” he told her, his voice unwavering as he spoke with sincerity.
“No?” she timidly checked to make sure, hating that she probably sounded like a small child as she said this.
“No,” he affirmed, shaking his head for extra effect, “I’ve been putting more time into checking over these acquisitions that the company has taken on. Ada’s given me some idea on them, but I can’t be too sure, so I wanted to look over it myself,” he explained the reason behind him being locked in his office until such a late hour. “I’m sorry that I’ve made it seem like I’d rather be spending time on this instead of with you,” he added at the end.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. Just him affirming the fact that she was overthinking this whole situation turned her night around. Tommy sat back in his chair then and pushed his thumbs against his eyelids as he let out a sigh.
“Tired?” (Y/N) hazarded a guess, hoping she was still able to read his non-verbal cues.
“Very,” he agreed with her, the strain in his voice emphasizing the fact.
“Why don’t you come to bed with me?” she then suggested, her one eyebrow quirked as she finished speaking.
He dropped his hands to his lap and looked over at his wife, making her think that he was thinking over his options for a few moments. “That doesn’t sound half bad,” he then told her, his decision making her smile.
“Perfect,” she said, giddiness apparent in her voice. The sound of it made him smile. “Come to bed with me, Tommy Shelby,” she said to him then, and that was all he needed to stand from his chair and take the hand she’d stretched out in his direction.
“Gladly, (Y/N) Shelby,” he responded with a grin as he allowed her to lead them to their master suite.
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Congratulations on two thousand followers I remember your first stories! I’m requesting “ i got you a blanket. ” with Tommy cos I love your fluff
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A Morning in Bed
Tommy Shelby
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(Y/N) re-enters her bedroom to find her boys sharing a rather sweet moment. Instead of standing by and watching, she decides to join in.
Stepping out of the shower, (Y/N) wrapped a towel tightly around her body to stop the cold air from nipping her skin. She made sure she was dried off before she moved over to the bathroom’s counter, where she’d laid out the clothes she planned on wearing that day.
After quickly changing into them and making sure that her hair was as dry as possible, she exited the en-suite to see if her husband had woke up yet. It was one of those extremely rare days that she found him still laying next to her when she opened her eyes, so she thought it best to let him be. But she was met with a completely different sight from what she expected as she emerged from the connecting hallway.
Tommy was propped up against the headboard of the bed with their one and a half year old son sitting next to him. He had one of the toddler’s stuffed horses in his hand, and he was making faint whinnying noises as he made the animal walk over his son’s legs.
(Y/N) swore that her heart could burst right there. Here was the big, bad Tommy Shelby sitting in bed making animal sounds with his son. She was convinced that she saw a side of him that no other person has seen before, or will see in the future.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts of her husband that she didn’t even realize that he’d figured out she was in the room. “Hey, mumma,” he greeted her, a lazy smile on his face as his eyes found hers.
“Hi, Tommy,” she responded, her words coming out rather bashfully, “when did Charles come in?”
“While you were in the shower,” he answered as he continued making the horse move on their child’s lap. The toddler seemed to be very occupied with the movements of the stuffed animal; so much so that he didn’t even notice his mother’s presence.
“Did he walk in?” she gasped, immediately feeling like her heart sunk. He was just on the cusp of being able to travel a bit of distance without toppling over, and it saddened (Y/N) to think that she’d missed his attempts.
“No,” Tommy answered her with a slight chuckle, probably because of the baffled look on her face, “Mary brought him in,” he told her then.
“You could have gotten me,” she said then, now feeling bad that he had to get out of bed.
“I didn’t mind taking him, love,” he brushed her statement off, “we’re having a grand time here anyways,” he added as he glanced over at Charlie, who now had the nose of the horse in his mouth. (Y/N) smiled at her boys before she turned on her heel and walked back into the connecting hallway their room had. “Where ya going, (Y/N)?” Tommy called for her, confused as to why she’d just left.
(Y/N) didn’t respond, but instead opened the doors to the small linen closet that the short hallway held. She looked over the various sheets and towels, scanning each shelf until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed it off the shelf and hugged it in her arms, enjoying the softness of it before she walked back into the bedroom area. Tommy’s eyes fell onto her again as she moved over to his side of the bed, where she finally held open the knitted blanket that had been given to them as a gift after Charlie was born.
“You looked cold,” she stated as she began the process of unfolding it, “I got you a blanket,” she added as she then draped it over his topless torso. Tommy chuckled at her actions, but accepted the gift she’d brought him. The morning air was starting to nip at his skin, but he didn’t have the heart to move Charlie so that he’d be able to pull the covers up higher on his body. The toddler was dressed in one of his winter sleepsuits because, according to (Y/N), the temperatures were starting to drop at night now that it was officially fall, so he was fine with the coolness of the room.
“Thanks, love,” he grinned at his wife, who sent the widest smile back to him, “now c’mere…join us,” he nodded his head to her side of the bed, which had only partially been taken up by Charlie.
“I was supposed to meet with Mary to discuss working situations going further…” she trailed off, making it sound like she was really considering whether she should join him or not, “but I guess she wouldn’t mind waiting.”
“Course she wouldn’t…you’re the lady of this house. Let her wait,” Tommy doubled down on her statement, his grin growing as she made her way around the bed so that she was able to get in on her side.
She quickly found that she had the same struggle as Tommy when she tried to pull the covers up and only got them to her waist. “Hi, Charlie,” she greeted the toddler, who’d only just now taken an interest in his mother being present. She kissed the side of his head before handing back the stuffed animal he’d given her seconds ago, but was reaching out for. She then found Tommy’s hand that was resting behind their son and took hold of it, interlacing their fingers together as she smiled over at him.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Tommy questioned her, his grin still present.
“Much,” (Y/N) nodded in agreement with him, “a morning in bed is never a morning wasted,” she added, expressing her happiness for being able to share this moment with her little family. “Although I think you’re going to need to share some of that blanket…I’m starting to get cold,” she then said after a few moments had passed.
Tommy chuckled as he took some of the excess blanket and reached over to lay it on her body. (Y/N) scooted closer to the middle of the bed as he did so, ensuring that Charlie was also included in their new bubble of warmth as they spent the morning together.
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‘there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you.’ From the protective prompts for mr tommy shelby for your 2k celebration pls?
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The Last Time
Tommy Shelby
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Warnings: mild language, mentions of robbery, mentions of violence (typical to series)
(Y/N) is sitting at home with Polly when she hears what can only be Tommy’s car come tearing into the driveway.
“That has to be Tommy,” (Y/N) said as she heard the sound of the car’s tires screech to a stop.
“I’m sure it is,” Polly commented from where she’d been sitting for the last few hours, watching over (Y/N) to make sure that she was ok.
“(Y/N)?!” came Tommy’s panicked voice from the foyer of the home.
“She’s in here, Thomas,” Polly answered for the younger woman, who now felt like the air had been stolen from her throat.
The sound of rushed footsteps on the hardwood were heard then as Tommy quickly entered the sitting room. “(Y/N),” he breathed as he made a b-line to the couch she was sitting on. (Y/N) only looked at him as he dropped to the floor in front of her, taking her hands into his as he looked over her frame for any visible injuries. “Are you ok, love?” he asked her, worry now apparent in his voice.
“I’m ok now,” she told him, “Pol was able to clean out this wound, and everything else is just surface level,” she then explained as she lifted her blouse to show him the bandage that now adorned the right side of her ribcage.
“It was deep, but not enough for stitches. I cleaned it out and made sure that it was sealed. It should heal over the next few weeks,” Polly filled him in on how she’d taken care of his fianceé.
“Thank you, Pol,” he said to his aunt, sending her an appreciative glance before putting all of his focus back on (Y/N).
“It was a close call, Tommy…she got lucky this time,” Polly stated in an ominous tone as she stood from the couch, then leaving the room to give the two some privacy.
“I’m so sorry this had to happen to you, (Y/N). If I’d known that they would have come to the shop I… I wouldn’t have let you go there today.”
“It all happened so suddenly,” (Y/N) started, taking a deep breath as she got ready to recount what had happened to her earlier that day, “one second everything was fine and then the next, they’d come in and started demanding money…” she trailed off then, her words rolling into a choked back sob.
“Bastards must’ve known that we were away…that we go out with the changing of the seasons,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head, “we won’t go out as a group anymore. I’ll make that one of us stays behind.”
“You shouldn’t change your traditions, Tommy,” she said, referring to the stag hunt that he and his family embark on once summer finally turns to autumn. It was started when their family needed something that would be able to get them through the winter months without going hungry, but now they just continued it to honor their past.
“We’ll stop it if it means that it’ll keep our livelihood, and the people who run the shop, safe,” he insisted, his words coming out in a definitive tone, “this is the last time, (Y/N).”
“You…you can’t promise that this is the last time something like this will happen, Tommy, because you can’t possibly stop any and everything like that from happening,” (Y/N) pointed out, desperately wanting to believe what he was saying, but at the same time, she knew the risks of the world that her fiancé worked within.
“There’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you, (Y/N),” he stressed to her, tightly holding onto her hands as he spoke, “I will change whatever I need to, we’ll rearrange things, I’d lay down my life to make sure that you are safe,” he told her, saying his words with the utmost sincereity.
(Y/N) held his gaze after he was finished with his statement. She could see the amount of fear that he was so desperately trying to hide behind his stoic gaze. She knew that it was there though…she’d always know when it was.
Silence hung in the room for a few moments before Tommy spoke again, “you don’t need to worry about anything happening to you again, understand?”
Although there was a voice in the back of her mind telling that this wouldn’t be the last time something of this sort happened, she nodded her head in agreement with his statement. “I understand,” she said in a voice just above a whisper.
“Good,” he nodded as well, breathing what she perceived to be a sigh of relief. “Let’s…let’s get you up to bed, eh? It’s getting late now,” he said as he then allowed her to place her hands on his shoulders so she be able to use them in helping her stand and steady herself.
They walked out of the sitting room and slowly up the stairs with Tommy holding onto her waist and making sure that she wouldn’t lose her balance. Once she was comfortable in bed, Tommy leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ve got to go to my office for a moment, love,” he told her as he stood upright again, “‘ve got to make a few phone calls, but then I’ll be back in and we’ll go to sleep.”
(Y/N) nodded in response, already feeling the effects of her tiredness starting to take over. He sent her a soft smile before moving back over to the door. It wasn’t even five minutes after he left that her eyes started feeling too heavy to keep open. She really wanted to wait for him to return, but ultimately, sleep won the battle that she’d waged against it. Her sleeping figure made Tommy smile as he re-entered the room about an hour later, and he was also able to fall asleep rather easily knowing that he’d now be able to do a better job of keeping her safe…so that this would be the last time something of this sort ever happened to her.
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could you do a tommy x reader where they take a walk with charlie and he’s having fun running about, but it’s in autumn and the leaves crunch under there feet. just pure fluff x
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Autumn Walks
Tommy Shelby
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Warnings: smoking
After many attempts, (Y/N) is finally able to get her husband to come along on one of her and Charlie’s many autumn walks.
She’d lost track of how many times she’d bothered him in his office. When she felt that her attempts weren’t working, she sent Charlie in. Tommy was never able to resist the four year old’s ways, so she hoped that his magic would work this time as well.
A smile formed on her face when Charlie emerged from his father’s office with Tommy in tow. “Charlie said you wanted to go for a walk,” he stated, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at his wife.
“I do,” (Y/N) nodded as her smile grew, “and since you ignored my attempts, I figured I’d let our son see if he can get you out of your cave.”
“Playing on my weaknesses, eh?” he jokingly asked as he raised his eyebrows.
“Always,” she grinned, sending him a wink before Charlie tugged on both of their hands, his way of telling them that he wanted to get going.
Tommy and (Y/N) walked out of the house and onto the grounds of the estate with Charlie a few steps ahead of them. “Mum, listen to this!” he exclaimed as soon as they were on the gravel walkway.
“I’m listening, Charlie,” (Y/N) answered with a smile as she intertwined her fingers with Tommy’s.
Charlie looked back at his parents with a large grin before he went forward and began dramatically jumping on each of the fallen leaves on the walking path. “Doesn’t that sound so cool?!” he asked after he’d gotten a few steps ahead of his parents.
“It does, son,” Tommy nodded with a smile as he brought the cigarette he was smoking up to his lips.
“You should try it!” the boy exclaimed then as he went back to crunching the leaves.
“Maybe later,” Tommy responded, deciding to keep on walking normally. (Y/N), on the other hand, was now extending his arm as far as it could go, still holding onto his hand as she tried her best to step on the leaves that Charlie hadn’t already broken. Tommy only shook his head and smiled at his wife’s antics.
“This is really soothing, Tom,” (Y/N) said after she’d been crunching the leaves for a few minutes, “maybe you should try it…could serve as a way to get your anger out,” she added as she looked over at him.
“Oh no, I prefer to get the anger out at the person who causes it,” Tommy turned her down.
“Sure…” she trailed off, a raised eyebrow look on her face as she got ready to remind him of all of the times when he’d come to bed fuming about the different things that had happened and got him upset throughout the day.
“Are you cold, love?” he asked her before she could unleash her rebuttal, swiftly changing the topic so that he wouldn’t get a talking to.
“Nope,” she answered him before eyeing him over. She decided that he could be spared today, but only because they were outside and having a lovely walk.
“You sure?” he checked, looking over her house dress. In her excitement, she’d forgotten to put on a coat of any sort.
“Yes, now let’s walk and enjoy the scenery,” she told him, brushing off his concern as she tugged on his hand so that they’d keep walking forward.
They stayed outside for a good amount of time, watching as Charlie went about gathering and picking up piles of leaves so he could throw them up and let them fall around him. As the sun started to sink, the autumn winds started taking a toll on (Y/N).
“You ok, love?” Tommy asked once he saw her shivering.
“I may be a little cold,” she answered him with a sheepish smile, knowing that it’d be better to admit to the problem rather than dance around it.
“Here,” he said as he shrugged his suit jacket off of his shoulders so that he could drape it over hers.
“Thanks, Tommy,” she sent him a smile as she immediately started to be warmed by the thick fabric and his residual body heat.
“You’re welcome,” he sent her a smile back before looking out at his son, who was now gathering a pile of leaves to jump in. “I don’t think we’ll be getting him in until the sun’s down,” he commented with a slight chuckle. It warmed his heart to see his boy bring so carefree and enjoying himself.
“That’s fine with me,” (Y/N) answered him while wrapping her arms around his torso. Tommy draped his arm over her shoulders and held her tight to his body as they both watched Charlie frolic around in the leaves.
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What about [ WEDDING ]: or [ MOUTH ]: from the “I love you” prompts for tommy please?
Thanks for sending this in, anon!! I’m in love with the prompts you’ve chosen, and I’ve decided to weave them both into this blurb. They’re: while standing across a crowded room from one another, sender catches the receiver’s eye and mouths “i love you” to them. & they prepare to exchange wedding vows, sender gazes at the receiver and says “i love you” for the last time as an unmarried couple. if you wanted to know. 🥰
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I Love You
Tommy Shelby
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As their about to be married, Tommy and (Y/N) can’t seem to keep those three special words from escaping their mouths…multiple times.
(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly so that she could - try to - steady her rapidly beating heart. The church was full at this point, and everyone except her and her father had walked out as part of the wedding march. It was finally time for it to happen…(Y/N) would make her entrance as Miss (Y/L/N) for the last time.
“Ready, sweetheart?” her father asked her as he offered his arm to her.
“Ready,” she nodded her head, accepting his arm before she hugged it gently.
Her father then nodded to the two men who were waiting at the closed doors, making them open them to show the gathering room of the church. A great number of eyes fell on (Y/N) almost instantly, but she didn’t really notice them. From the second the doors opened, she had been focused on her husband-to-be. He was standing at the end of the aisle with his hands clasped in front of him. His brother, Arthur, was positioned slightly behind him, and the proud smile that he was wearing as he watched her walk down the aisle almost made her tear up. He’d told her a few nights ago that he never thought he’d see the day that Tommy would get married.
But it was here.
(Y/N) and her father walked slowly down the aisle, and as she got closer, Tommy’s features became more pronounced. His eyes were locked onto hers, and he had the softest smile on his face. (Y/N) could tell by how tightly he was clenching his hands together that he was holding back his tears. She wished that he’d let them fall.
She was only a few steps away from him when she felt her first tear roll down her cheek. Surely the first of many, she thought to herself as she laughed slightly. Tommy’s smile widened as he saw her display of emotion, which only served to make more tears leave her eyes. “I love you,” she decided to mouth to him. No sound left her lips as she uttered those three words, but Tommy was able to recognize them clearly.
“Who gives this woman away?” the wedding officient, Tommy’s friend Jeremiah, asked as (Y/N) and her father stopped in front of the slightly raised alter.
“Her mother and I,” (Y/N)’s father answered before he turned to kiss his daughter’s cheek. (Y/N) smiled up at him as she allowed him to take her hand so that he could formally hand her off to Tommy.
Tommy accepted her hand and brought her forward so that she could be standing in line with him. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Thomas Michael Shelby and (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)…” Jeremiah started as the (Y/N) and Tommy locked eyes again.
(Y/N) couldn’t tell if the ceremony flew or dragged on. Time seemed to be doing both as she kept her eyes focused on Tommy’s beautiful blues . She knew that it was now getting to the end though, specifically because Jeremiah had said ‘now we’re getting to the good part’ with a grin in his voice.
“It is time to exchange the vows…which will serve as public proclamations that these two are now, and forever will be, wholly committed to each other,” Jeremiah explained the next section of the ceremony. (Y/N) couldn’t help but squeeze Tommy’s hands a little as she heard this. She just hoped she’d be able to get through hers without turning into a blubbering mess. “Thomas, we’ll start with you,” he continued, his eyes focused on him as he spoke.
“I love you,” Tommy whispered to (Y/N), just loud enough for only her to hear, before Jeremiah could start off with what he needed to say.
(Y/N)’s smile widened as she heard him say that sweet phrase. His uttering of it threw all bets of her being able to get through this portion with dry eyes.
She was able to though, and she did so with only a handful of tears escaping her eyes. Tommy keeping his eyes on her gave her the confidence she needed to say the vows she was repeating with her entire heart.
Seconds later from her finishing, Jeremiah pronounced them husband and wife before telling Tommy that he could kiss his bride, which he did happily. The room erupted in a chorus of cheers as the newlyweds held each other close and shared their first kiss as a married couple.
“I love you,” Tommy whispered as he pulled away just slightly, his hands still cupping her cheeks.
(Y/N)’s smile widened, if that was even possible, and gave him the only response that she could think of: “I love you.”
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Sorry I’m almost late but if they’re still open I request “ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “ for Tommy Shelby for your (amazing!) 2 thousand followers celebration
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You Deserve It
Tommy Shelby
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Warnings: mentions of a fight
(Y/N) tries to get Tommy to see some sense after his latest scheme gives him a little more than he’s bargained for.
“Is Tommy in his office?” (Y/N) asked Frances as she worked on taking off her coat.
“He is, Mrs. Shelby,” Frances responded, accepting the coat before moving over to the closet that stood beside the front door.
“I’m going to go see him,” the younger woman announced as she made her way to the steps, “you can be done for the night, Frances,” she said to the maid before she began making her way upstairs.
“Thank you, Mrs. Shelby,” Frances smiled before she turned and made her way down the hallway towards the maid’s quarters.
(Y/N) walked up the steps and down the hallway to Tommy’s office. She found the door ajar, so she decided to enter without knocking. Upon entering, she found Tommy standing by the mantle, staring down into the fire.
“Tommy,” she called out, hoping to break him from whatever trance he looked like he was in. Her voice did nothing. “Tom,” she spoke again, moving further into the room. Nothing. “Thomas!” she raised her voice a little this time, and it did the trick, making Tommy’s eyes snap from the blaze over to her.
“What?” he asked her, sounding slightly surprised by the fact that she’d made it in the room without him noticing.
“Are you ok?” she asked him, not even trying to dance around what she was wondering.
“Yeah,” he responded in a rather dismissing manner, his eyes shifting back to the fire.
“I knew you were going to say that,” (Y/N) stated as she exhaled a breath of a laugh, “but yet I asked anyway.” She slightly shook her head as she moved closer to him. “What happened to your hand?” she asked him then, her eyes focused on his right hand, which had been bandaged up.
“You already know that answer as well?” he asked instead of answering, his one eyebrow quirked.
“Tommy…” she sighed, not in the mood for playing a game of runaround.
“I’ve just bruised my knuckles, I’m fine,” he answered her original question, waving his good hand around to show that it wasn’t something to be worried about.
But (Y/N) didn’t let it rest, “and how did you bruise your knuckles?” she asked another question, “does the reason behind it explain why you’re standing in here; brooding?”
Tommy sighed and looked away from his wife, biting on his bottom lip as he took a minute to collect his thoughts. He knew he’d have to come clean now. He didn’t enjoy confessing his doings like he was some school child again, but (Y/N) deserved to know what the man she committed herself to was doing day in and day out. It was only fair.
“Things weren’t going right, so I stepped in,” he started.
(Y/N) let out a sigh before he could continue. “I don’t understand why you keep doing things like this to yourself, Tommy.”
“I do things like this because it’s the only way to get stuff done,” he was ready with an answer.
“But you always end up getting hurt,” she pointed out.
“What does any of that matter?”
“It matters because you matter!” (Y/N) raised her voice, shock laced into it from hearing his dejected statement. “Why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected, Tommy?! Why don’t you think that people care about you…that they see more in you than only your mind and drive to get business done?”
“(Y/N)…” he trailed off now, hating hearing the hurt that was evident in her words.
“You deserve to allow yourself the ability to be protected…the ability to stay away from the firefight. You’ve earned that right now; you’re no longer a foot soldier in this game. And you deserve it…for both yourself and for the people who care about you,” she continued, speaking in a softer voice now, though her honesty and emotion was still starkly clear.
Tommy stayed silent as he let her words soak in. He didn’t know what to say in defense, because everything she’d said was so obviously true.
“If you’re not going to do it for yourself, at least do it for me?” (Y/N) asked him, wiping away the tears from her cheeks as she stepped even closer to him, “because I don’t know what I’d do with myself if one day I’d find out you’re gone.”
“It’ll happen one day,” he pointed out, immediately hating the morbid nature of his statement as it left his mouth.
“Yeah…one day very far in the future, when we’re old and gray and we’ve too many grandchildren to even remember the names of,” she turned his bleak statement into something positive, the slightest of smiles on her face.
Tommy couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face as he heard her idea for their future. He reached out and gently took hold of her arms, squeezing them slightly. “I like the sound of that,” he told her, his words making (Y/N)’s smile widen. Maybe she’d actually gotten through to him this time.
She exhaled a content sigh as he pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head. “I’m happy you like the sound of that,” she spoke after a few moments had passed, lifting her head from his chest so that she could look at him, “because you deserve it.”
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CONGRATS ON 2K!! 🥳❤️ You deserve it, K!
Would you mind doing prompt 36 from the fluff list (“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”) with John?
Thanks so much! Congratulations again, K! 🎊🎉
Thanks so much for the love!!! And for sending this prompt in!! I’ve decided to set this in prewar times, and I hope it makes sense. I hope you enjoy it!! 🥰
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Autumn Without You
John Shelby
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Warnings: none…just a little, mild argument
John and (Y/N) are standing outside of her family’s home. She’s due to leave for nursing school, and they’re waiting for the car to come and pick her up.
(Y/N) was thankful that her friend had decided to make the trip to her home in order to see her off to nursing school. She didn’t want to go, but it had become her family’s tradition for the women to become nurses ever since her grandmother had found her calling many years back.
She didn’t want to leave Small Heath, but didn’t have a choice, and now this fateful day was upon her. Having John around made things a little bit easier though. Especially since her family really didn’t care much for dramatic send-offs. It figures they’d be the ones to push her into this field and then not care enough to watch her leave. Sure, they’d already said their goodbyes, but still…there should be a little fanfare included in this farewell.
John and (Y/N) were standing on the stoop of her home, waiting quietly for the car to come. John had been uncharacteristically quiet since he’d arrived, and no matter the amount of attempts that (Y/N) made, she wasn’t able to get him to tell her what was going through his mind.
“Something on your mind?” she asked him again after there’d been silence sitting between them for a few minutes.
“No,” he was quick to answer, “why would there be?”
“Well you’ve been really quiet this entire time. That’s not like you, John,” she pointed out.
“I’m not allowed to be quiet now?” his words immediately took on a defensive tone, his eyebrows raised as he looked over at her.
“No,” now (Y/N) was the one who was quickly scrambling, “no, you’re allowed to be quiet. It’s just that…”
“Just what?” John cut her off before she was going to answer the question he stopped her to ask.
“If you’d let me finish…” she called him out on his interrupting, sending him an incredulous look, “I figured we’d be talking a bit more, you know…given the fact that I’m going to be going away for a few months.”
“Well I thought that coming here and seeing you off would have been easy, but it’s really not, (Y/N),” he stated, his voice still having that standoffish tone laced into it.
“Why?” (Y/N) asked him, the incredulous look now plastered clear across her face.
“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?!” he answered, his words coming out louder than he intended, but his emotions were running high. (Y/N) just stared at him in shock, so he continued, hoping he wasn’t actively digging his grave as he spoke, “I fell for you, and now you’re leaving. And what am I supposed to do without you? You’ll miss your favorite season, you’ll miss the long walks we’re supposed to take, you’ll miss spending time with my family around the campfire. I don’t know how to spend autumn without you, (Y/N),” he told her, his desperate nature seeping into his words.
(Y/N) felt her heart simultaneously swell and clench at his declaration. Her hands acted on (mostly) their own accord as she reached out and cupped his cheeks gently. She then pulled him closer so that her forehead was resting against his, and she softly stroked his cheek with her thumb as she held him in place. “I won’t be gone long, John, I promise,” she told him, her voice just above a whisper. “I’ll only be gone a few months…which means I’ll be home before you know it,” she added, opening her eyes and seeing his were already locked onto her. She smiled slightly before she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
She pulled away and noticed that the driver that would take her to school had pulled up in front of them at some point. “I have to go,” she told him then, not wanting to hear any complaining from the man behind the wheel.
“Ok,” John said, his arms then wrapping around her waist so that he could pull her into a tight hug. (Y/N) smiled at his show of affection, loving the way it felt to be held tight in his arms.
“John,” she mumbled after his embrace had extended longer than a few moments, “I have to go.”
“I know,” he pulled back with a sigh, a frown on his face.
“I’ll be home before you know it,” she reminded him, a smile on her face.
John managed to send a smile back despite still being sad that she was leaving. I’ll be home before you know it, he kept repeating her words in his mind as she left his side to get into the car.
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