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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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My refuge

Tommy Shelby x reader (daughter)

Request by @kpopgirlbtssvt Thank you for sharing this incredible idea around, I decided to give it a try, but I highly encourage any other writer who wants to join in because the way I approach it. Might be completely different…

I think this idea was the perfect match to celebrate K @runnning-outof-time 3K followers celebration! 🌹🌷💐🌺🌼Congratulations dear K, I adored your Tales from the Garden theme and had this visual idea of the garden…

“Daddy? I brought some tea.”

Tommy looked towards the door, where you were standing poking only your head inside his office, his heart still skipped a beat every time he heard you call him that.

“You can come in sweetheart.” He stamped his cigarette in the ashtray.

Michael sighed loudly as you interrupted their conversation, his annoyance didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy.

“Frances helped me bake cookies, I hope you like it.” Y/N smile made Tommy smile as well, how could he reject you something? If his only daughter wanted him to eat a cookie, he’d eat a fucking cookie.

“Thank you love.”

Michael scoffed again, watching the interaction.

“Will you be busy for the rest of the afternoon?” You asked sweetly as your father took another sip of his tea.

“Why?”

“Because you promised we’d go riding.”

Tommy’s expression softened.

He stood up immediately, looking in Michael’s direction. “We’ll see this tomorrow.”

“What? No, Tommy I need y-”

“Michael.” Tommy warned giving his cousin a death stare, he wouldn’t repeat himself.

Turning his back at him, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket, and started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up.

Michael looked annoyed at you and then at Tommy, he felt a strong dislike for the long lost daughter that suddenly appeared, making his cousin a soft, ridiculous, old man.

Michael grabbed the papers from Tommy’s desk and stormed out of the office without a word.

“He’s always angry.” You stated with a giggle, making your father chuckle.

“Let’s go my darling.” He took the remaining of his tea in one big gulp and then the cookies you baked to eat on the walk to the stables.

It was impossible to not feel calmer around you, Tommy noticed. Realizing how full of life he felt, how much he wanted to protect you.

On their way to the stables, you stopped to smell one of the bushes with pink roses. Your Dad, who was usually in a hurry, stopped on his tracks to take in the moment, wishing he could be more like you. But deep down he knew he wasn’t made to enjoy simple moments like those.

“I love your garden, I could spend all day sitting here surrounded by this beauty.”

Tommy felt constantly in awe by the things that made you smile, his mind trying to storage every moment, every word, trying to make up for the time he lost.

He stayed quiet as the two of you were riding, thinking of how much you and the woman he once loved looked alike.

“I shouldn’t have interrupted your meeting with Michael?” You asked worried. “Sorry, I thought you were free.”

“What? No, none of that, you’re my priority from now on.”

“Then why are you so quiet?”

Tommy was forced to look up at you, fighting against the lump in his throat. “You look exactly like your mother.”

Without even knowing, you had started a revolution within him, made him go back in time when he was young and carefree.

“How did you and Mum meet?” The question had been on your mind for a while, you looked in his direction with curiosity, not understanding the reason why everyone looked at your father with fear in their eyes, he was the sweetest man on earth.

Tommy took his time to think of how to elaborate a proper answer.

“I saw her at an Appleby fair, she was dancing with other girls… she was like a magnet, I couldn’t look anywhere else.” For an instant, he was back in time into that very moment.

“What happened then?” Your face lit up, moved to have this little piece of information, for years, you only knew your mum’s side of the story, now, it was time to get both.

“She asked me out to dance with her, then it started to rain heavily and the fair was canceled, we went to my caravan and I’ve never been happier,” Tommy stopped and winked at his daughter, “until you stood in my front door.”

“She always talked about you, until her very last breath.”

“I wish I could prevent her parents taking you both away from me… but when I went to France and sent her letter with no answer, eventually, I stopped writing.” A heavy sigh abandoned his body as he stopped by a tree.

In more ways than he thought, talking about your mother helped him heal a part of his heart that had been broken for a little over two decades.

You came down from the horse and saw how your father secured both next to a tree.

A tender hand came to rest to the side of your face. “I’m just so glad you found me.”

There was a bittersweet look in his eyes, you noticed.

“I made quite an entrance, fighting off the maid, telling her, no I demanded a word with you.”

Small lines appeared around his eyes. “Like the good Shelby that you’re.”

“You never doubted for a second?”

But your Dad was already shaking his head. “No way, I knew it was you in that very moment.” He admitted, in his mind images of that day playing in his mind.

He was running late that morning and as commotion was happening downstairs, he rushed with a gun ready. Even from afar, as he took in your features, he knew it was you.

“But I confirmed it when I saw the broken Black Madonna around your neck.”

You looked at him confused.

“Back then I didn’t own anything,” he explained bending one knee, “so one day I found this broken Madonna relic, it was missing the hook to attach it to the chain, so the owner of the stand gave it to me for free, I tried to fix it and gave it to your mum for one of her birthdays.”

“That’s beautiful.” You touched it, feeling your heart beat under your hand.

Saving these memories in the deepest part of your soul.

You talked for hours, Tommy had never felt more free to speak his mind, his fears , his dreams, he realized his daughter understood him at a level nobody else did. You were his blood, and the exact same image of your mother.

***

“Good morning, thank you for coming.” Tommy walked into his office not realizing the door didn’t close completely.

“Finally after canceling this bloody meeting so many times.” Michael sighed as Tommy entered the office.

“I like your enthusiasm Michael, hopefully you will still carry that around by the end, ey?”

Leaning back, Michael tilted his head, he was clearly annoyed with the delay.

“Hopefully someone won’t interrupt us this time around over a fucking cup of tea or to go and pick up wild flowers to make a crown.”

The cigarette Tommy was about to light didn’t reach his lips, as he stopped midway.

“What didya say?” Tommy squinted his eyes.

“I said I’m fucking tired of your daughter interrupting us every single time-”

“Y/N, her name is Y/N Shelby.” Tommy dragged his words slowly, leaning his palms on his desk staring deeply into his cousin’s eyes.

“I don’t know you anymore, since when you push everything to the side Tommy? This business demands your full attention an-”

“Since she showed up in my doorstep!” Tommy slammed the desk with his hand, his voice raising. “After being away from me for twenty years, it really shouldn’t be a surprise she has become my priority now.”

“Michael.” Polly tried to warn him.

But Tommy raised his hand, to let him speak.

“I just can’t stand how you immediately turn into a fucking puppy as soon as she walks into any room, her little happy bubble is fucking annoying, this is a serious business and we don’t need a child with a bouncy bow interrupting everyone fucking meeting.”

Tommy remained quiet for a few seconds, his mouth pressed in a tight line. “Are you done, Michael?”

“I mean if you want to take some time apart from the company to spend time to work on your family bond.”

As you took the last step of the staircase, you noticed the voices coming from your father’s office, it was probably your family as you noticed Polly’s voice.

Walking closer to join them and before you could reach the knob, you heard something that stopped you on your tracks.

John couldn’t hold it any longer and started laughing.

“You definitely look like a fucking puppy, you can’t deny it… as soon as you see Y/N you turn into a fucking marionette, she does whatever she wants with you.”

“She turned you into a softy, brother.” The voice of your uncle Arthur pointed.

“Sometimes I wonder what the hell is she doing in a place like this.” Michael stated in a serious tone. “She doesn’t match the Shelby energy. What if someone comes at her? Does she even know how to use a fucking gun?”

Your heart sank to the floor, listening to what they thought of you.

Then it was your aunt Ada’s voice what you heard next. “She’s just a happy girl.”

“Ada knew how to use one at her age.” Polly admitted, you saw her over the slightly open door looking into her purse.

“Little Finn knew how to shoot before he was eight.” Arthur informed them.

“She’s a weakness, Tommy,” Michael insisted, “her happy bubble will lead us all into trouble someday.”

And for the first time, you felt anger building inside your body.

“Even Charlie seems to be more keen to be part of the business.”

With an unknown courage, you pushed the heavy door and stared at each of them. Shock reflected on their faces.

“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to be happy, and I’m sorry for being in my little, weak bubble, but you’re probably right… I don’t belong here, I shouldn’t be a fucking Shelby.”

You didn’t waste another second to listen their answer, you turned your back at them and stormed out of the office, rushing towards the doors.

“Y/N wait!”

“Shit, how long has she been listening behind the door?” Ada asked.

“Did she really curse?” John asked shocked.

“I hope you’re fucking happy now, look at what you caused.” Tommy spat at Michael, leaving his family to go after his daughter.

But he wasn’t fast enough to go after you, when he reached the fountain, your small figure had already disappeared from his eyesight.

Looking down, he found the ribbon you always wore around your hair on the floor, about to fly away with the wind. Crounching down, he took it between his fingers, kicking himself internally at the thought of you feeling hurt.

“Get me the horse!” He barked, realizing how he wouldn’t be able to reach you by car.

You felt the way your heart was beating, uncontrollably while the tears blurred your vision. Realizing how silly you felt by thinking that you had found your place.

Being a Shelby by name wasn’t enough for them, no, you had to cut people’s eyes and be ruthless and clearly, you weren’t like that.

And you’d never be.

Your legs were burning from running, after moving aimlessly you sank down, finally letting out a sob from the deepest part of your soul.

You felt broken inside, sad because no matter what, you would never be a part of their world, you didn’t understand the family business, didn’t feel familiar with weapons, you were weak according to them.

Perhaps Michael was right after all.

Back at the house Polly scolded her son for the words he said, should mind his own business and stay away from you.

“You have to change that bloody attitude, Y/N is one sweet little child, she lost her mother.”

“She’s not a child and Charlie lost his as well and he doesn’t go trying to get Tommy’s attention all the fucking time.”

“It’s a different dynamic Michael, you can’t expect them to behave the same.” Ada interrupted him.

“Y/N and Tommy have a special bond.” Polly admitted sipping on her tea. “You can see it in his eyes… Y/N’s mother was the love of his life.”

“I don’t remember her much.” Ada expressed pouring herself some whiskey.

“I didn’t even know he had a secret relationship with her.” Arthur sighed.

“They were young and in love.” Polly explained, she had covered her nephew a couple of times from his father for not being around, lied saying she asked him to run some errands. “She was a good girl, but I never saw her again. Guess her parents moved out angry when they realized she was pregnant.”

“I can’t find her.” Tommy announced with his breath caught up in his throat and a panic look in his eyes. “Arthur, John come with me. Ada take the car around,” he clicked his fingers. “Want every single maid looking for Y/N.”

Then, he threw his cousin a death stare. “If anything happens to me daughter… you’re a death man.”

Tommy couldn’t conceive the idea of you being out on your own at night, he needed to protect you.

In his heart he made a promise to your mother the day you showed up in his house with the letter she wrote him, explaining everything; how her parents sent her away to live with an aunt in the mountains when they found out she was pregnant, they let her keep you but under the condition of being raised as a sister and not daughter.

And he was failing.

Defeated, he rode back home, trying think a plan to find you. Where would you go?

He felt desperate and frustrated, about to explode from the worry, after returning to the property finally he stopped to let someone take his horse to drink some water after spending hours looking out for you. Taking his watch from the pocket in his vest he noticed it was close to sunset now and it would get cold.

If only he could tell you how much you meant to him.

They looked for you at the stables and around Arrow House, but you were nowhere to be seen. Tommy started to feel like a lion inside a fucking cage, he needed to calm down to think where would you go, looking to his right, his eyes fixed on a bush and that gave him the hint to go and look at the garden.

Feeling his heartbeat drumming in his ears, Tommy was determined to find you so he entered the maze. He followed the herbaceous border and took a right to find the fountain, walking past the yew buttresses. Wiping the sweat from his chin, he noticed a silhouette sitting by the steps of the gazebo.

And he couldn’t feel more joy in his chest, recognizing immediately it was you.

“Y/N.” He whispered out of breath.

You were pale and didn’t answer him.

Once more, he called your name, finally getting close enough to touch you. “Wake up baby girl.”

“Daddy?” You blinked away a few times, taking in your surroundings.

“You’re so cold.” He took his coat off and wrapped it around your shoulders.

The previous events slowly coming back into your memory. You probably fell asleep after crying endlessly.

“I’m sorry I’m a disappointment to the Shelby name.”

“Oh my darling you could never disappoint me.” He rocked your body slightly, trying to warm you up with his hands. “You have more heart than anyone in that house.”

“I dreamed of Mum… she gave me a hug and a kiss and said it would all be alright, because I’ve you.”

Tommy wasn’t able to answer as the words got caught up in his throat, so he did something he rarely did.

His arms wrapped around your back and he pushed you in a tight hug.

One that was repairing him from the inside out. One that was repairing his broken heart.

“I know my girl, cause she will always be with us.” He kissed your hair and looked up in the starry night thinking of your mother and how much he had loved her. “Let’s get you home.”

From afar, Polly witnessed the interaction knowing nothing in this world would ever tear you and Tommy apart.

“But they don’t think I belong here.”

“You belong here way more than any of them, this is your house and this is your family and they’ll have to learn to accept the fact that you’re the light of my eyes.”

And your eyes lit up by your fathers words, tears of happiness making your vision go blurry.

“I ordered the gardener to create this for you, it’s not finished yet though… I wanted you to feel in this place at home.”

Slowly, you broke away the embrace to look at your father, with a tender touch, he wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“This is for you.” He encouraged with a smile. “It was a surprise I was saving for later.”

Taking in your surroundings, you couldn’t believe the beautiful oasis before your eyes. You haven’t noticed before.

“Daddy!” Your hands flew to your mouth. “That’s white daffodils.”

Tommy chuckled. “Oh don’t expect me to know that.”

“These are peonies!” You were delighted. “And irises.”

Tommy saw you moving around the garden, enjoying the peace you being happy in this place brought him.

Taking you by the shoulders, he made you turn around to face the gazebo.

“I particularly love that… imagined you sitting there for hours.”

You were lost in the colors and smell, but soon you turned around to look at your father.

“Thank you for giving me this.” Your arms found their way around his body, time stood still.

“I was hoping this would be your refuge.” Tommy whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“Can we join the hug?” Ada interrupted, making you both turn around.

“I’m sorry about what Michael said,” your aunt Pol apologized, “I do enjoy your cheerful energy.”

“It’s a balm to this fucking family madness.” Ada explained.

They each linked their arms around you tenderly.

“You’re a sweet child and I love you.” Arthur blushed but joined the hug as well, behind him, uncle John looked at you.

“When you came into our lives, I knew it was you the one who could make him line up.” John winked at you.

“Come on you two, don’t stay back there.” Ada shouted at Finn and Charlie, who were standing awkwardly a few steps away.

“You’re the sweetest young girl, we love you just like that, Y/N it doesn’t matter what anyone tells you, don’t let this cruel world change you an ounce.” Polly said caressing your face.

And you believed her, them.

She then looked at her nephew.

“You did a wonderful job with this place, Tommy.”

He didn’t need something like this though, since he felt like having you close, was his own kind of refuge. His safe haven.

***

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red-riding-wood · 4 months

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Lost in the Rhythm

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Summary: You convince Tommy to go swing dancing.

Warnings: brief mention of panties, Tommy being a little down bad, slightly suggestive content, other than that just fluff! Or at least my attempt at writing fluff!

WC: 1522

Written for @runnning-outof-time's Caught in 4k Follower Celebration. The idea came to me one night listening to some swing and I thought... shit, I am gonna need to write this. Sorry if it seems a little rushed, kind of smashed this one out when I wasn't feeling like I could write anything.

Tommy’s hand weighed heavy on yours, nearly pulling your arm from its socket as you dragged him onto the dance floor. But you were almost too hopped up on adrenaline to notice, still humming with barely-contained energy you were eager to release from your body, still drunk off his acceptance of your invitation that nothing else really seemed to matter other than that you were going to dance with Thomas Shelby.

Brilliant yellow-white lights seemed to bleed against the dark ceiling as you spun to face him, a cherry blush flushing your cheeks and the breath stripped from your lungs. He was watching you with the hint of a smile on his face, the glint of something warm – dare you say, affectionate – in his piercing blue eyes.

Tommy still couldn’t believe your boldness, the way you had shimmied over to his desk in that little sequined dress, how you’d made him set aside the paperwork and the bottle of whiskey and had more or less told him that you were going dancing. How he couldn’t help but have smiled at the time, only when you turned your back to go fix up your makeup, because God forbid you know he might enjoy the notion of such ridiculous things like dancing. He’d been able to hide the slight heat that had crept to his cheeks, in a way that you weren’t now that was so endearing to him, your whole being seeming to glow, skin shivering under his touch and your eyes gleaming brightly in the lights.

“You sure you don’t want to just go for drinks, eh?” he said, having to raise his voice slightly over the loud crash of cymbals and the yearning cries of the trombones. But you knew from the look in his eyes that he was already sold, if only to watch you all giddy and elated like this in a way he’d never seen of you at the betting shop or even the Garrison.

“C’mon, Tommy, you’ve danced before. Surely,” you said as you pulled him in, fingers lacing through his own and your arm drawing round his back. He began to lead naturally, though his pace was slower than the music and the mad tapping of shoes around you. He pulled you in real close, so close that you could smell the faint trace of the cologne he wore past his usual musk of whiskey and cigarettes and earth, your chest brushing his and your nose nearly pressed to the heat of his neck. Your heart pounded wildly against your ribs, and for a moment you caught your breath.

“Move your feet a little faster,” you instructed him, allowing more space between the two of you with a slight reluctance. You wondered only briefly if people were looking at you, the thought crawling its way beneath your skin like an insect, but such a cruel feeling was banished with a glimpse of those piercing blue eyes, always cold yet so warm for you whenever you caught him looking.

You guided Tommy into more appropriate steps, knocking a few shoulders with other couples that spun and twirled around one another. You noticed his gaze leave yours only to take notice of them for a few moments.

“Good, now just – “ A squeal burst from your lungs with your remaining breath as his hands dug firmly into your lower back, and he dipped you, blood rushing to your skull and lurid lights undulating across your vision. Your bare thigh came up to brush along his waist, attempting to ground yourself, the hem of your dress pooling over the lace of a garter that he couldn’t help but sneak a peek at.

When he brought you back up, his eyes were glittering with mischief.

“That works, too,” you breathed, and Tommy was nearly lost for a moment in the frizzy ringlets of hair that fell across your forehead, in the shock that passed through your bright eyes and the curve of your mouth before you grinned again, beaming.

Your fingers loosened from his as he brought your arm up, and the world spun as you twirled on your heel, nearly tripping over yourself in your own excitement but caught by a warm, sturdy hand against your spine.

“Show-off,” you teased, smacking him lightly against the chest. Of course he was trying to best you in this.

“I’m sorry, you were trying to tell me something?” he jested, a smugness laced thick into his tone and a quirk in his lip that made a competitiveness flare to life inside you.

“I was actually going to demonstrate.” You changed course, your nimble legs pirouetting across the floor to establish distance between the two of you, the crowd spilling around you like a tide peeling back from the shore. You became lost in the music, feeling every snarl of the drums and whinny of the trombones through the deepest fibres of yourself; you twirled and kicked your feet, swaying to the beat of the music and locking your eyes on your blue-eyed partner whenever you could.

You were an image of glorious, unabated joy, grinning so wide and moving with such energy that it was almost infectious. The sequins of your dress caught the light as they swished at your hips, begging for attention, and every so often, he was rewarded by a flash of your panties as you came into a graceful twirl, but the real show was how you moved, how you commanded each limb with such ease and intensity at the same time. Like you loved every second of this, like you were born to dance, and he was born to watch, that despite all the cruelties of this bleak and ruthless life, you were both made special for this moment of cheerful innocence and pure exultation.

And he accepted you, willing, into his arms, as you came tapping and spinning over to him, putting on your little show that he drank in with darkening eyes, hypnotised by every shake of your shoulders and sway of your hips. Almost unable to find his breath, he inhaled the scent of your sweet, honeysuckle perfume and the invigorating trace of your sweat.

And he had no choice but to fall into stride with you now, the two of you side-stepping across the floor as the music halted only to come crashing down around you, the crowd beginning to move as one uniform shape.

Your blood pounded in your veins like hot fire, burning brighter than the thrill of alcohol would ever do for you. Still not entirely believing that this was real, thinking that at one moment maybe you might wake to find it was all a dream, you tried to focus on Tommy; he struggled slightly with some of the footwork, but he made up for it with his usual, normally insufferable confidence that tonight you found endearing, and your careful, gentle guidance that you ensured wasn’t swallowed by your excitement. Each touch placed or pressure applied to his body was a signal to move one way or another, and once you’d fallen into a rhythm both of you could keep up with, it was like you had become one being, that you shared each limb and fervid breath and fierce beat of your heart.

Your body lost to the music but your mind lost to his eyes, the world seemed to melt around you, the lights glittering like stars in the background and the movements of the crowd becoming nothing but a rolling tide. A few wisps of dark brown hair had sprung awry from his usually-tailored cut, clinging to the sheen of his forehead. The baby blue of his eyes twinkled at you with equal parts adoration and joy and lust, and his smile…

You hadn’t seen him smile like that since France.

And you thought, maybe you’d be so privileged to see it again. That maybe this was the beginning to many more nights of unadulterated happiness, an escape from the blood and bullets and smoke and soot of your usual life.

You were unsure of who drew closer to who, but your nose ended up brushing against his shoulder, and as his fingers bunched the fabric of your dress at the base of your hip, you tried to hide your sudden blush by burying your face in the crook of his neck.

A giggle that put the most talented musicians in the room to shame chimed against his skin, and wild strands of your hair brushed his lips as he lowered his head to murmur against your ear,

“If you tell anyone about this, Y/N, I swear I’ll have you fired, yeah?”

Laughing again, you shook your head. “You’re enjoying this too much to make those kind of threats.”

His eyes widened slightly, and you smirked at him, leaning in to place a hastened kiss against a freckled cheek. A smear of red lipstick remained, and you giggled again, your glittering eyes mirroring the mischief of his, your voice lowering as if to whisper something scandalous,

“It’ll be our little secret. I promise.”

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noforkingclue · 1 year

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You Can’t Change Fate (Dark!Thomas Shelby x reader)

Summary: you had thought that it was just another boring party that you and your family had been invited to. Turns out that the Powers That Be had other plans for you...

Author’s Note: written for @runnning-outof-time 3K writing celebration!!! I chose the prompt ‘we can’t keep meeting each other like this’ and me being me of course went down the dark route.

Warnings: dark fic, forced marriage, stalking

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The sound of bees buzzing around the garden was a pleasant sound. You used to be frightened of the insects but now that you had grown up you had come to see how important they are. You inhaled deeply and smiled at the scent of honeysuckle, a scent you had always loved. You took a sip of your lemonade as you continued to walk around the beautiful garden. You had finally managed to escape the watchful eye of your mother and you were thankful for the brief moment you had by yourself.

“We can’t keep meeting each other like this.”

You grimaced at the sound of the familiar voice. You took another sip of your lemonade and winced. It didn’t seem as sweet as the first time. You continued your walk, brushing a hand against the flowers and said,

“How are you enjoying the party Mr Shelby? Didn’t think that this was really your sort of scene.”

“I was invited,” he said, coming to stand next to you, “It would’ve been rude to not come.”

“Never stopped you before.”

The skirts of your dress whipped around your ankles as you tried to get away from Thomas Shelby. However, like always, he was persistent. He followed just behind you, seeming to admire the flowers. He seemed rather out of place in the bright garden. He was dressed in dark colours and stood out amongst the colourful flowers. You could faintly hear the party going on in the background and part of you thought you should return. However, the idea of going back to your mother and father was enough to make you stay put.

“Do you know the reason for this party?” Tommy asked eventually

“I never knew that there needed to be one,” you replied, “The world is such a shi- horrible place at the moment. Why can’t we have a bit of fun?”

The corners of Tommy’s lips twitched at your almost use of foul language. You parents hadn’t raised you to swear and yet the odd words managed to still slip through.

“I heard,” Tommy’s voice was soft and yet chills ran down your spine, “That someone was getting engaged.”

“Engaged,” you frowned, “I wonder who that would be. Anna? Elizabeth. Or maybe-“

“You.”

You froze, glass just touching your lips. You slowly lowered it and a bead of icy condensation ran down the glass and trickled down your wrist. How could this happen? Your mother had told you that when she and you father found someone for you to marry that you would be informed. This wasn’t meant to happen.

“So,” you said weakly, “Mother had finally found someone. The least she could do was inform me before this charade.”

You walked around the garden. It really was beautiful. You hoped that whoever you ended up marrying would have a garden as beautiful as this. Or if they didn’t, you would be able to help create one. Your own private world to escape into.

“I assume it would be Lord Paisley,” you said, “Mother was always close to his parents. She had… mentioned him several times.”

Tommy laughed at the name and you turned to glare at him. It wasn’t a warm laugh filled with humour most people would associate with the sound. It was cold and mocking and you felt your cheeks get hot with embarrassment and you felt like you were missing something important. You shifted awkwardly and Tommy said,

“I thought you’d find him a bore.”

“He is,” you said sharply, “But he’s reliable. I know where he would be at night.”

‘I would know how to manipulate him.’ You thought

“Meaning?”

“He wouldn’t be running of with anything in a skirt and coming back smelling like cheap perfume.”

“Then it’s a shame you won’t be marrying him.”

You stiffened as Tommy pressed his chest against your back, his hands firmly placed on your shoulders. When you tried to move away he gripped them tightly causing you to wince.

“What did you do?” you said desperately

“Me? Nothing.”

“You must’ve.”

“I appealed to your father’s better nature.”

“He doesn’t have one.”

Tommy’s nose brushed against your cheek. It was an intimate gesture and one that made your blood. You tried to break free from his grip but Tommy held on tightly. You struggled for a moment longer but when Tommy dug his fingers against your shoulders, you slumped against him.

“What did you offer him?” you asked weakly

“Offer who what?”

“My father.”

“It’s not important.”

“It is to me! I’m tired of being treated like a piece of meat.”

Tommy spun you around and leant in close, his nose brushing against yours. Your breath hitched and he said,

“You don’t have to worry because he won’t be around long enough to enjoy it.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re intelligent,” Tommy said, “I’m sure you can figure that out.”

“And what about me?” you sked, “Once you got what you want from my family what’ll you do to me? Dispose of me to?”

“Love,” Tommy’s breath ghosted over your face, “You still don’t understand.”

“Understand?”

Tommy sighed and closed his eyes.

“I’d already have everything I want,” he said, “You.”

“Me?”

“Yes and if you really think that after all the work I put in getting you that I’d let you go so easily.”

You froze as Tommy moved to cup your cheeks. He brushed his thumbs against your cheekbones and leant to press a surprisingly gentle kiss against your lips. You didn’t expect such a soft gesture from someone with so much blood on his hands. You remained frozen in place and he said,

“We should return to our guests. It’s rude to keep them waiting.”

As Tommy linked his arm with yours and led you through the once beautiful flower garden. As the bees buzzed around you, you found the sound too loud. The scent of the honeysuckle filled your nostrils and you found it too sweet.

You hated the smell of honeysuckle.

The scent you lost your freedom to.

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mythos-writes · 1 year

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Chelsea's Gardener

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Plot: (Y/N) was the head gardener at London’s Chelsea Physics Garden. She kept the garden presentable and running smoothly. One day a man who looked very out of place shows up…

For @runnning-outof-time 3K Follower Celebration! (Fluff Prompt 8: "Isn't it beautiful out here?")

Word Count: 778

Warning: None

(Y/N) got to the garden at the crake of dawn. The garden was hosting a gathering and she needed to ensure the garden was presentable. All morning she ran around the grounds, ensuring all the damaged or dying flowers were gone and no weeds were in sight.

As she was running by the statue of Sir Hans Sloane, she stopped when she saw a man looking at the tulip garden beds that line the walkway. Usually, she doesn’t see men here by themselves, especially if they’re just walking around.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?” she calls out, startling the man. He quickly turns around and saw (Y/N) standing just under the statue.

“Yes. Yes, it is,” he replies, finishing his cigarette and putting it out on the ground. (Y/N) grimaces at this action. The man noticed this, but instead of ignoring her, he picked up his squished butt.

“So who are you?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m the head gardener here at the gardens,” she informs. He nods admiring the trees and flowers around her.

“Does the head gardener have a name?” he asks. This shocked her a little, usually, she is in the background and not known for getting attention from attendees.

“ (Y/N) (Y/L/N), at your service Mr….” she trails off, realizing she doesn’t know the man’s name.

“Shelby. Thomas Shelby,” he replies, sticking his hand out to her. She took her hand, expecting just a handshake. He shocked her by placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

“So what is Mr. Thomas Shelby doing here by himself?” she asks him, trying to hide her blush.

“I’m here for the gala that is being held here this afternoon,” he says, gesturing to the party tents that are placed not far off. “But I got bored and slipped away for a little air.” She nods her head, acknowledging why he was there.

“Well, since you are not wanting to go back just yet, would you like a tour?” she offers. Tommy’s eyes roam across her body, taking this woman in. Her dress was covered in dirt, and some holes scattered the bottom of the skirt. Her hands weren’t like any women that he had seen. They weren’t as soft as the normal women he would accompany in his daily life but be as rough as a dock worker. Her hands were strong yet supple.

“Lead the way Ms. (Y/L/N),” he says.

“Oh, I’m not married,” she corrects and they walk toward the greenhouses.

“I see,” he replies, leaving the two in a small silence, as they walk the garden pathways.

“What’s a nice-looking woman like yourself doing alone in London?” He asks.

“Most days I’m too busy to entertain a man. If they even give me a look,” she states, fidgeting with her necklace, feeling a little ashamed at her answer. Tommy nods.

“So what made you want to work here?” he asked. (Y/N) let out a breathy laugh.

“My mother used to work here, I would come to work with her when I wasn’t in school. But then she fell sick a few years ago and took her place, as I knew everything about the garden,” she informs.

“You are a strong and interesting woman,” he states, pulling out another cigarette.

“Thank you,” she replies as they get closer to the greenhouses.

Just as they got to the greenhouse, a voice broke through the garden. It was calling out for Tommy. (Y/N) looked to him, confused, but he looked annoyed.

“That would be my loving aunt trying to find me,” he informs, giving her the answer to the question she didn’t need to ask.

“Another time I suppose,” she suggests, hoping he would want to see her again.

“I’ll be in London for the rest of the week, how about I come back tomorrow and you can give me a private tour,” he offers. She felt her belly fill with butterflies.

“I would like that. How about you meet me back at the Sir Hans Sloane statue tomorrow at noon,” she suggests.

“The which statue?” he asks.

“The statue where I found you wondering,” she says with a small giggle. She watches as some pink grow across his face.

“See you tomorrow then,” he says with a small smile.

“See you tomorrow,” she states.

5 Years Later

Tommy stands by the Sir Hans Sloane statue, looking at his pocket watch. (Y/N) was supposed to meet him back in the gardens by 2, but it is growing closer to 3. Just as he was about to send some men to see what had happened, (Y/N) came running around a hedge wall. A sigh of relief falls from his mouth as he sees her run towards him.

“Sorry for running late. My aunt didn’t seem to want to let me go from our afternoon tea,” she says out of breath.

“I was about to send Finn and Arthur to see where you were,” he confesses, wrapping his arms around her hips, and bringing her closer. His anxiety was building before she crested the hedge, having her in his arms at this moment grounded him.

“I’m sorry Tommy, I would have called to let you know if I knew my aunt would have held me hostage,” she slightly jokes.

“Well now that you're here, how about a walk around the garden?” he offers.

“ Would you like a tour?” she offers with a smirk. She still knows the garden like the back of her hand.

“Lead the way, Ms. Shelby,” he says, gesturing forward.

“Follow me, Mr. Shelby,” she requests grabbing ahold of his arm, starting to stroll through the garden. and

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call-sign-shark · 9 months

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Perfect Lines || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: There are no secrets between Arthur Shelby and his wife. Except what he hides in his sketchbook now that he has started drawing again. One question remains: what is he drawing?

Words: 2.3k

TW: One quick allusion to smut but otherwise it's tooth-rotting fluff.

Notes: This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe (an Arthur Shelby x you story), but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.

✞ Written for @runnning-outof-time 's 3.5k celebration with the following prompts: "You are not listening to me" // "You're beautiful like that"

Of everything you shared together, Arthur’s sketchbook was something he never showed you despite being married and indescribably enamored with you. Each time you tried to look over his shoulder in a desperate attempt to see what he was drawing, Arthur closed the sketchbook and usually called you a "nosey little angel" when it happened.

A faint “Bloody Hell” fell from his thin lips, as soft as a whisper lost in the summer wind, when the lead of his pencil broke amidst a tedious shading work. Arthur blew on the sheet of paper to clear it from the lead crumbles, before stretching one of his long arms to hold the sketchbook in front of his face and get a better view of the overall result. His piercing blue eyes wandered on each line he had drawn, analyzing them with a little frown that made his eyes squint and crowfeet appear. Carefully, he tilted the sketchbook on one side first, then on the other, in a serious attempt to understand what didn’t work, “Nah, that ain’t good enough” He grunted, chewing his pencil nervously before closing the sketchbook and getting up from the sofa to drag his lanky frame outside. Shortly after getting released from prison, Arthur and you decided to move to the forest side and live in the magnificent house you spotted one day when you were taking a walk in nature. Even if he had grown accustomed to Small Heath and its pungent smell, he knew that it wasn’t the case for you. There was something utterly melancholic in the way you looked at the vast and green lands of Arrow House, or the way your thin fingers gently stroked the silhouette of the mountains depicted in Polly’s latest favorite painting. Each of these small details convinced Arthur to buy this house, that stood proudly at the woods’ fringe and nearby an enchanting stream, because what could be more important than your happiness? Nothing.

Keeping his sketchbook under one arm, Arthur walked through the forest for a very short while with the peaceful rustle of the wind shaking the trees’ thick foliage as his sole companion. As he walked, the corner of his lips curled into a small satisfied grin: never in his life he would have thought he would feel that peaceful. In fact, Arthur Shelby had everything he always dreamed of: a beautiful house lost in nature to call his home and the most magnificent angel by his side to call his wife. The world could fall apart he wouldn’t mind as long as you were here, with him. To hell with the gangster’s life and with the family business, he thought. To hell with the paradise Linda had promised him: Why would he want to go to heaven when he could just fall asleep with you all snuggled up in his loving arms? Heaven was you, not someplace up in the skies. With his free hand, Arthur moved a few branches from the way and finally arrived in an enchanting glade in the midst of which a small lake was embellishing the landscape. A little less than one hour ago, you told him you wanted to take a swim there to refresh yourself after one whole morning of gardening, but Arthur grew impatient with waiting: he already missed you with all his soul. In truth, not having you next to him could soon turn into torture — so was the fierce and dependent nature of his love for you. A love deemed obsessive and unhealthy by some others, but which definitely suited both of you. Once he reached the lake, Arthur sat on a flat stone at its very edge, his steel-blue iris scanning the area until they fell on your dainty frame. But as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened, taken aback by the most wonderful sight he had ever seen.

You were standing near the other side of the pond, bathed in the soft light of the sun. A hundred small water droplets were covering your smooth skin, like a veil made of precious diamond beads. One of them, maybe a little too heavy, was slowly running down between your small breasts, whose perky nipples had hardened due to the cold breeze caressing them. The drop ended its way in the water, which was engulfing you from your waist down, after letting a thin glistening trail along your petite body. Unaware of your husband’s presence, you sung a joyful nursery rhyme about a wolf in the forest all the while braiding your long white hair in one single braid. Arthur’s chest tightened with an almost excruciating surge of desire at such a blessed view. At first, he wanted to call you but no sound came out of his mouth. Despite two years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like a flustered schoolboy. Rather than disrupting your peaceful moment, Arthur quickly opened the sketchbook he was carrying with him, took the pencil out of it, and started to draw again. Guided by a sudden burst of creativity, he let the pencil’s lead wander from here and there on the paper, taking quick but numerous glances at you as he did. It had been months since he had started trying to translate your divine pulchritude on paper but each attempt had been a miserable failure. The result never satisfied him enough to show it to you. Fortunately today, surrounded by nature and stealing one lonely and intimate moment, this drawing would be the good one.

Vaguely unsettled by the feeling of being watched, you stopped singing and turned around to sweep your surroundings with your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to notice your husband, sitting near the shore with his sleeves rolled up, a couple of his shirt’s buttons undone to make it looser, and his suspenders hanging from his waist. You tilted your head to the side at how focused he seemed to be, not raising his eyes from his sketchbook anymore. A faint and enamored smile curled the corners of your plump lips at the adorable facial expression that was adorning him. Alongside the awe Arthur’s beauty stirred in you, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was drawing. In fact, while there was no secret between you, he always refused to show you his art. Even the smallest sneak peek was prohibited for some undisclosed reasons — and even untold, you knew that these reasons revolved around his insecurities. Without wasting more time, you took a dive in the cold water and swam to the opposite shore. Once you reached it, you carefully resurfaced until the water reached your nose bridge, and grabbed his ankle with your cold and wet fingers.

“FOOKIN’ HELL!” Arthur cried, his gruff voice so loud that a whole family of birds swarmed from one tree and flew away in terror. Then, he looked at you and grunted, slowly resting one of his hands on his chest where he could feel his heart racing, “Ah. Very funny, love,” He said when he saw you chuckling, “I almost got a heart attack, eh.”

“Wow. I didn’t know you were that easy to kill, Arthur Shelby.” You retorted with a bratty pout, before hauling yourself thanks to a rock until the water reached your hips. Once you did that, you simply crossed your arms on the flat surface of the rock and rested your chin on your folded arms, looking at the tall gangster with a little smirk flattering your full lips.

“I ain’t easy to kill, love. In fact, I was more scared for me drawing than for myself. But,” He left his sentence hanging, looking carefully at his work to make sure water hadn’t splashed on it and erased some parts, “Everything’s fine.” Arthur closed the sketchbook and put it next to him — the temptation to grab it and look at its content was strong, but you managed to resist out of respect for your man’s privacy, even if you’ve been wanting to know what he was drawing for months. After all, he told you he used to be quite good at art so it made you even more curious. Arthur quickly took off his shoes, and moved his body until he sat at the very edge of the lake with his feet in the cold water “It’s fookin’ freezing. How can ye swim in this, angel? Ye gonna catch som’thin.”

“Come on Arthur, it ain’t even that cold.” You laughed, extending one of your arms to softly stroke his thigh. The sensation of your icy fingers sent goosebumps all over his skin despite the thin fabric of his trousers keeping you from having a direct contact with his flesh. Arthur’s gaze fell upon you again, and he drowned in your holy features. “I was wondering… “ You started, biting the juicy flesh of your lower lip as you searched for the right words, “like, I know you’re kinda reluctant when it comes to showing me your art but I really want to see what you’re drawing.” Your fingers traced circles on his thigh — He shivered with desire, “Now, I’m not really good at drawing so there’s no reason for you to be scared of judgment or anything. It’s just that… I’m curious. Yeah that’s it. I wonder what inspires you and what kind of muses you have. I’d really love to know more about your artistic side. What do you think?” You raised your gaze towards Arthur but he didn’t answer. In truth, the gangster was busy observing you with great attention, obliterating everything else. Even your lovely voice.

Your wet hair slicked back.

Your big eyes shining with a child-like gleam.

Your juicy lips, as sweet as fruits ready to be ripped…

Arthur’s artistic senses definitely loved what they saw: not his wife whom he loved to death, but a mischievous and sumptuous nymph. You came from the wild, and it was something no one could tear away from you. Ancient streams were coursing through your veins, pulsing at the rhythm of the mountains’ mystic drums that were making your heartbeat. Moreover, he was sure that your hair was made of the highest peaks’ permanent snow and your skin with the purest frost. The corner of Arthur’s lips twitched, making his mustache briefly move: he was physically and emotionally overwhelmed by your charm. To the extent he had to look away from your eyes, in which he could find fragments from the sky.

“Arthur?” You called him.

“You look beautiful like that.” He stated, the gravel of his voice highlighted by a surprising peaceful tone. His fingers gently reached for yours — that were still resting on his thigh. Blood rushed to your cheeks at the sudden and unexpected compliment. It was not something unusual though. Quite the contrary, Arthur was everything but cheap when it came to praising you, but his spontaneity and the genuine fascination in his eyes made you swoon, “You were not listening to me, right?” You replied, bating your Bambi lashes.

“I wasn’t listenin’, angel.” He admitted, his lips stretching into a soft smile. You could not help but reply to his honesty with a chuckle before slightly splashing him with water to avenge you, “Hey!“ he exclaimed.

“Now you gonna come swim with me if you want to be forgiven for this terrible insult! Not listening to me! I can’t believe it.” You exclaimed, pretending to be outraged.

��Nah, got me clothes on, love.” He straight off replied, trying to find an excuse to avoid the freezing water — only his ankles were soaked and he was already shivering.

“You see the thing with clothes…” You started, getting out of the water all naked, and forcing Arthur — whose jaw could have dropped at the sight of your naked body — to stand up too, “the thing with clothes, Arthur Shelby…” You let your words hanging only to raise yourself on your tiptoes and graze his earlobe with your lips, “is that you can take them off." You punctuated your sentence by unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the ground, thus revealing his toned chest sprinkled with hundreds of constellations made of freckles, "Right now."

“Alright, alright…” He grunted, unable to resist your adorable pout — and let’s be honest, the way your palms wandered on him, stripping him from his clothes and grazing his length, had been enough to motivate him. Arthur’s strong hand grabbed you by the back of your neck, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver of excitement down your spine, and he gently forced you to kiss him. The press of his mouth, eager and hungry, was deepened by his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with yours, “I’ll swim with ya but..” Another wet stroke — you moaned in his mouth as his body crashed against yours, not minding its wet and cold sensations, “You’d better find a way to warm me up, hmm.”

“Not before you tell me what you’re drawing.” You retorted, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck to lay myriad of kisses here. Arthur slightly threw his head back to give you better access to his throat and groaned.

“You. I’m drawing you. Always.” He finally confessed.

"What? Are-- Are you serious? Me? Why?" You suddenly said, pulling your face away from his neck to look at him with your eyes wide open and an endearing surprised expression on your juvenile face.

"Because you've got perfect lines." He whispered, his fingers lingering over you. In truth, you had been the reason behind him picking up his old passion after years of using his hands for nothing else but to destroy. So, for this life and all the others to come, his muse was and would always be you.

"Yeah, some fookin' perfect lines."

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peakyswritings · 3 months

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Caught in ‘4-Cakes’

Summary: What seems to be just another morning at Arrow House takes a slightly different turn. A fairly sweet one.

Warnings: nothing, just tooth-rotting fluff. No proofreading.

A/N: written for @runnning-outof-time’s celebration ‘Caught in 4K’. Congrats again, darling🎉🤍. It was really fun to join your celebration, and it was even funnier to imagine Tommy getting caught doing something that he wouldn’t usually do!

Word count: 787

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The sunlight filtered through the window, the lace curtains allowing the warm rays to fall right on your face, disturbing the peaceful sleep you were in. Frowning in annoyance, you rolled over on your side with the intention of shifting closer to your husband, seeking refuge in his strong frame. But when you reached out to his side of the bed, you were met with a cold, empty spot, the wrinkles on the bedsheets under your fingers the only proof that he’d spent the night next to you. It wasn’t the first time you woke up alone, and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

It wasn’t easy being married to a man like Tommy Shelby. To support him in his relentless ambition, to watch him strive to always have more, take more, to build his empire brick by brick, killing after killing, cutting after cutting, another part of his soul the price to pay for each achievement. Never knowing when he would come back home at night. If he would. But you were well aware of what you were marrying into, when you accepted his proposal a little over a year ago. And you had never regretted saying yes that night, not even once. Because in the privacy of your home, he wasn’t Thomas Shelby, head of those Peaky Blinder Devils. He was your Tommy.

Most of the times, at least. You had married both men, after all, and you had soon found out that one could not exist without the other following like a shadow. No, it wasn’t easy being married to a man like him. Yet, loving him came as natural as breathing.

Your naked feet made almost no sound on the cold floor as you headed downstairs, your mind dreaming about the delicious cupcakes you had made the previous day. You could already feel the sweet frosting melting on your tongue, mixing with the freshness of the ripe raspberries. You had never heard of those kind of sweets until your honeymoon in the States, and ever since trying them for the first time, you had promised yourself you would try to replicate them one day. What better occasion than Tommy’s birthday?

For him, it was a day like any other. He had never liked celebrating, and even taking a day off was out of the question. It took a lot of convincing on your part, but eventually you were able to bargain a whole day just for you and him, no work, no business, no worries of any kind. And you’d have bet everything you owned that he had actually enjoyed to be woken up with a tray of cupcakes waiting for him. He wasn’t a big eater, and you had the feeling he had only tried one to make you happy and not offend you, since you had spent your time to do something nice for him, but it was clear he had appreciated the gesture.

However, as you now entered the kitchen, you were pleased to find out that maybe he had appreciated it way more than you thought. Because, completely out of your expectations, not only was Tommy still home - not conducting his business God knew where -, but he was also eating one of the leftover cupcakes, nodding his head in appreciation. A mischievous smirk grew on your face as you sneaked up to where he was standing near the counter, walking on your toes in order to make no sound.

“So you do like them,” you exclaimed, making him turn around in astonishment. It wasn’t easy to sneak up on Tommy Shelby, that man had eyes behind his head. Yet, for once, you had caught him off guard.

After the initial surprise, his icy gaze softened, and his lips curved in the shadow of a smile. “You had doubts?”

You were just about to answer, when you noticed the frosting at the corner of his mouth. A giggle escaped your lips at the sight, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“Why are you laughing?”

“You made a mess,” you shook your head, collecting the frosting on his skin with your finger before taking in to your lips. You hummed at the sweetness, making Tommy chuckle in turn. “It’s even better today.”

“It is,” he agreed, a rare relaxed expression on his face. The loving look in his eyes was enough to make your heart flutter as if you were still a school girl talking to the boy she fancied. It was mornings like this that made every sleepless night, every obstacle, every pain worth it.

And just like you were a girl, your knees almost buckled as Tommy leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips. “Good morning, love.”

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zablife · 9 months

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An Evening at Arrow House

I've reached 2K followers, darlings! To thrill my dark little heart ❤, will you accept my invitation for some devilish fun? I'll begin with a brief story of why we're here.

Tommy has eloped with a young bride the family has deemed untrustworthy from reputable sources. The couple has just returned from their honeymoon in Paris and now the new Mrs. Shelby would like to meet those closest to him. The couple spares no expense for their lovely housewarming party, but it's ill-fated from the beginning as those Tommy holds near and dear try to run her off with tales of horror. Every room holds a surprise and each guest a secret, but what could they be?

That's where you come into play! Can we get Mrs. Shelby to crack under the weight of our deviousness? Let's try, it will be such fun!

🔪 Write a short fic for a character or a room within Arrow House that would frighten the poor Mrs. Shelby into leaving.

💋 Send an ask for a secret about a guest in attendance and I'll write you a blurb about them that will make your hair stand on end.

🔪 Make a moodboard for me about the evening, the darker the better!

💋 Send an ask requesting inspo for a room and/or guest (with or w/out weapon just like Cluedo!!) moodboard.

🔪 Suggest a song or playlist for the evening bc we'll need music!

** All OCs welcome to join in the fun!!**

This celebration is now CLOSED. You can read all finished work HERE.

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fallatyourfeet · 1 year

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Chasing Smiles (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

One Shot

Summary: It's been a really long time since you've seen Tommy's smile, so your hoping a day out together might help you find it.

Written For @runnning-outof-time 's 3K follower celebration Tales From the Flower Garden. Sorry it's taken soooo long K.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: Mostly fluff

A/N: It's been forever since I've written anything and this took a lot of broken sessions to complete (life's been increasingly hectic) so I hope this doesn't feel too disjointed.

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It was hard. Hard for you to see Tommy this way. Fragments were all you got these days. Fragments of the man you reluctantly farewelled to fulfill his duties on the battlefields of France. Like so many others he returned forever changed, weighed down by the heavy shadows that lingered in his head. Shadows that twisted his dreams into nightmares any time he finally found sleep. But at least he returned, for many did not. And for that you were thankful. Because a world without Tommy by your side was a world you couldn’t comprehend. But you missed his smile, his real smile. And that’s what you were in search of today. A few stolen moments together. Hoping it might help him forget his relentless ambitions for just long enough to let that smile emerge.

The cabin of the car was quiet, the only noise interrupting the silence coming from the engine under the hood. Tommy’s mind had been particularly absent these past few days and you had given up trying to sustain any form of conversation between the two of you. But it wasn’t uncomfortable, and you knew he appreciated the fact you weren’t trying to fill the silence with meaningless chatter.

Taking your attention from the road, you glanced towards him, his gaze moving over the passing paddocks outside his passenger window. It was a glorious spring morning. The sun was soft and golden, spilling gently across the countryside. Bringing to life the remaining drops of dew left behind by the cool night air. Pasture after pasture adorned with countless liquid filled jewels. It was a beautiful sight, such a stark difference to the dull grey streets of Small Heath and you hoped Tommy was taking it all in.

With a gentle sigh, he turned to face you, his eyes brushing over your hands upon the steering wheel before settling on your face. He smiled softly, though it barely touched his lips, “So are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”

After a few short moments you replied with a shake of your head, “You’ll find out soon enough, we’re nearly there.” Deciding you were being a little too cryptic, you elaborated, but only a little, “It’s somewhere my nan used to bring me as a child, I snuck up here yesterday just to make sure it was going to be worth it.”

It was a poor effort at being less cryptic. Tommy’s brows furrowed at your reply, but his intrigue peaked. You had told him many stories about your grandmother and all the fond memories you had of her, but he couldn’t recall a single story that would bring him here, an hour’s drive out of Birmingham. You could almost see his mind flicking through the catalogue of every conversation the two of you ever had, his expression was perplexed and utterly adorable, and you responded with an amused smile. Lifting a hand from the steering wheel, you pointed up ahead to a small country laneway, bordered on each side by a row of beautiful oaks, “It’s less than a minute’s drive down that laneway.”

Answering with a little nod, Tommy shifted in his seat, for the most part content that his growing impatience only needed to endure for a few more minutes. Turning down the old gravel road, the sun was all but hidden behind a thick canopy of oak leaves, the new spring growth was so full and lush allowing only scattered ribbons of light to stream through, stealing Tommy’s attention just long enough for you to notice. Giving you hope that just maybe this day wouldn’t be completely lost on him.

Reaching the end of the laneway, you let the tires roll to a stop and set the parking brake. Exiting the car, you waited for Tommy to come around and meet you, before slipping your hand in his. With a gentle tug he pulled you to his side and slipped his arm around your back, “Now why have you brought me here? It’s a track that leads nowhere.” Looking towards the gate blocking the road, he gestured to the sign attached, “It’s Private Property.”

You began walking backwards, pulling Tommy with you as you went, your expression playful and teasing, “I’ve known you for a long time now Tommy. Since when have you ever followed the rules?”

Dropping his hand, you hitched up your dress and began climbing the gate, leaving Tommy standing there, eyes wide and forehead creased, his voice baring a hint of amusement, “And since when did you break them?”

Jumping to the ground, you spun around and shrugged your shoulders, your features innocent but your words suggesting otherwise. “Maybe I’m not the good girl you think I am Tommy.”

Tommy smirked, and before you knew it, he was hitching a leg over the gate and landing on the ground beside you, his arms enclosing you against the fence. Moving his lips just an inch from yours, he replied, “Oh, don’t worry. You’ve never fooled me.”

Hovering there a moment, his lips threatened an enticing kiss, but before he could close the distance, you smiled wickedly and ducked under his arm to run away, thankful you had decided to wear your flats. And you knew exactly where you were running to. Moving only fast enough to keep ahead of Tommy’s quickening strides, you came to a stop just a few steps before the gentle decent down the familiar hillside of your childhood.

Once again, you found yourself spinning around, this time giggling like a carefree child. And Tommy was soaking up the sight of your joy. He was almost close enough to reach out and touch you now, and that was when he finally took his eyes from you and caught sight of the very thing you brought him here to see.

Stopping just shy of your reach, he staggered, a visible intake of air passing through his chest. Tommy’s gaze moved with wonder around the gentle hillside behind you, and across the entirety of the valley below. Never had he seen anything like it. Wildflowers. More wildflowers than he could comprehend. Thousands upon thousands… hundreds of thousands maybe, in all the colours of the rainbow. All of them dancing under the light spring breeze, like the gentle swell of an ocean. He was almost at a loss for words.

Stepping forward, Tommy enveloped you in his arms, never once taking his eyes from the landscape. Placing a chin to your head, he squeezed you, “So, the saying is true then.”

Resting your ear to his chest, you listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart for a silent moment before asking him to elaborate.

Cradling the nape of your neck, his fingertips gently lost themselves in your hair, “April showers bring May flowers.”

A string of warm memories flooded your thoughts, closing your eyes a moment you savoured them before looking up to him, the warmth of those memories evident in every one of your features, “My nan used to say that all the time.”

“I know. I remember.” Kissing the top of your head, he adjusted you in his arms so he could see you better, “But tell me… why are you only bringing me here now?” Taking another glance around, he continued. “This place is stunning.”

You nodded in agreeance, “It really is.” A flicker of impatience touched Tommy’s face when you failed to answer his question and you took a little too much joy from it. The sight of it triggering your playful side. You really were feeling a tiny bit wicked today. When his impatience was just about to get the better of him, you moved his hands to rest loosely against your waist, leaving yours placed gently upon his chest, your face as serious as you could possibly make it. “It’s a very special place to me… so I usually only share it with the people I love the most… but I decided to make an exception today and bring you.” Taking a step back from him, you waved your hands flippantly in the air, “I mean, I’ve brought my other boyfriend here loads of times.”

Tommy rested his hands on his hips, his face flooding with an expression you knew very well, an expression that had been missing for far too long, the sight of it lighting up your heart. Clearing his throat you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Oh really… So where is he today, couldn’t he make it?”

Shaking your head, you frowned, wiping away a single fake tear, “It’s quite sad, really. He told me he doesn’t love me anymore, that he’s found someone else. All this time he’s been seeing another woman behind my back. Can you believe it?”

Tommy rolled his eyes, and shook his head, “The gall of him.”

Taking a couple of steps back, you threw your hands on your hips, “I know right?” Sighing deeply, you gently kicked your foot across the grass taking another step back towards the flowers, “Hmmmm, I’m really going to miss him… His skills between the sheets were.” (You made a chef’s kiss gesture)

Tommy burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it, but he was done with your teasing. Lunging forward, he reached out to grab you, yet somehow you managed to slip from his grip, leaving him standing alone at the top of the hill, your beautiful spring dress billowing as you ran through the mass of wildflowers. And it wasn’t long before he took chase. Not that you were going to make it hard for him to catch you.

Slowing down, you spun around to face him, his arms reaching around your waist, pulling you tight. Then down he went, taking you with him, conveniently and expertly spinning you around to land beneath him, the weight of his body pinning you pleasingly against the ground, still laughing. It filled the space around you. Warmed your very core. But that smile. That glorious smile. Here it was, staring right at you, just inches from your face. Not a memory. Not imagined. But real. And it was just for you.

Using the gentle fall of the hill to your advantage, you flipped him over. Setting your legs snuggly around his hips and seized his jacket lapels, holding him a willing hostage beneath you. Then leaning down, you hovered invitingly above him, speaking through the gentle laughter still present upon your lips. “Mister Thomas Shelby… Am I imagining it, or did I just make you smile?”

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White Tulip ~ Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

A/N: This is rated 18+ for mature themes. This is my contribution to @runnning-outof-time's 3K follower celebration "Tales From the Flower Garden". The prompt I chose was “I don't mind what you have to do… I won't think less of you”. I'm so happy with how this turned out and I'm excited for you all to read my first Arthur story! He's my baby and I'm really looking forward to hearing your thoughts. This takes place somewhere in S3 in the countryside. As always, if you read this, please let me know what you think! - Rosie x

Warnings: Mature themes, hurt/comfort

Arthur sat in his and Y/n's garden, an isolated meadow that stretched into farmland just beyond their fence. He was surrounded by wild flowers of seemingly every colour and variety, the stems bending in the breeze, petals stroking his hands where they lay at the sides of his legs. The night was warm, not even a hint of a chill in the air, and the sky was inky blue despite the late hour. There was no pollution in the countryside, unlike the ever present fog in Birmingham, so the moon shone bright pale light onto Arthur's face and reflected into the pond just beyond their willow tree.

Arthur looked at the bottle of whiskey he had brought onto the grass with him, the cork still intact and the liquor still untasted. His mind wandered back to a promise he'd made to his beautiful Y/n that he would quit the alcohol, quit every one of his vices if it meant he could be with her for longer. His hands caressed a patch of grass as he recalled what had happened after that conversation, how the smell of wild flowers clung to Y/n's skin as he laid her down in the meadow and left kisses all over her body, how beautiful she looked as they made love under the spring sun.

He heard the soft beat of footsteps against the grass and lifted his heavy head to gaze at his love. Y/n was wearing nothing but a silken nightgown, her legs and feet both bare as she sat down next to Arthur. Her hair, which was usually pinned up in intricate styles, hung loosely over her shoulders, some strands dancing in the warm breeze. Arthur thought for a terrible moment that he might cry at the sight of her, his beautiful angel under the pale moon.

He reached for her instantly, as if she was the only thing keeping him from floating away. Y/n felt his hands shaking despite the summer warmth as she carded her fingers through his un-styled hair. She watched with sad eyes as the lines on his face that she loved to trace with her delicate fingers deepened when he squeezed his eyes shut, trying fruitlessly to hide his tears from her.

Y/n smiled softly, cupping his cheek as she whispered to him, "Stop that, you know you don't have to hide your emotions from me, Arthur."

Arthur recalled, then, how difficult it was when he and Y/n first started to go out, how hard Y/n had tried to train Arthur out of the bad habits he learned from Tommy. Only recently had he started to open the door on his past traumas so that Y/n could get in; at the start of their relationship he refused her comfort. Once, he'd even thrown a glass at Y/n when her gentle hands were too overwhelming and he'd never forgiven himself, even though she had forgiven him a thousand times. The memory brought the shame right back to him, acidic guilt rising up his throat.

Arthur looked to the skies for falling stars, so that maybe all of the bad thoughts and poisonous memories could be carried away with his one desperate wish.

Arthur could feel himself properly going over board for the first time since he and Y/n had moved away from Birmingham. The weight in his mind was pushing him deeper and deeper under the relentless waves of anger and worthlessness, so heavy that he was terrified he'd pull Y/n under with him.

"What's wrong, my love?" Y/n asked gently, she could see all of Arthur's emotions flashing through his eyes like a picture book, she knew his silence never meant good things.

"Tommy," He whispered back, as if afraid that mentioning his name would somehow summon his brother.

"What about him, darling?" Y/n replied, the pet names rolling easily off her tongue as she knew Arthur loved to be loved, that he needed reminding at all times she was still his.

"He asked for me... To go back to Birmingham. Needs help with business, but you and I both know what he really wants from me," Arthur clenched his fists in the grass to articulate his point, the pale scars littering his knuckles glowing silvery in the moonlight.

"I know he'll put me straight back in the field, in the ring where I know he needs me," Arthur continues, that unmistakable waver in his voice when he was trying not to break down, "I know I'll kill whatever new enemy he's made if that's what he wants me to do,"

Y/n brushed her thumb over the back one of Arthur's battle-marred hands, trying to quell the pounding of her heart. She knew about his past and accepted all that came with it, but that didn't change how unpleasant it was to imagine her husband condemning a man to his death.

"I can try to pretend it's not who I am but... Y/n, me 'ead stops hurtin' when me fists start bleedin'," Arthur said, a fresh wave of unshed tears welling up in his eyes, "If Tommy asks me to fight, I won't let 'em get up from the count,"

Y/n scrunched her eyes closed, squeezing Arthur's hand to somehow let him know she understood.

"You could tell him you're not going back," She whispered, already knowing what his answer would be, Shelbys and their loyalty weren't to be questioned.

"You and I both know I won't do that, Y/n," Arthur replied, his clenched hands ripping the grass out at the roots.

Arthur dug his damp palms into his eyes as his tears finally spilled over, "I - I can feel hell fire blazing at my feet, Y/n, and the closer I get to going back to the Blinders, the more me mind burns up," He sobbed, roughly hitting himself in the temples to emphasise his words. Y/n laced her fingers through Arthur's own large, calloused ones in an attempt to stop him from hurting himself. The terrified rage in his eyes seemed to drain as he softly gripped Y/n's hand in his, "I love you, Y/n. I can't let you burn with me,"

Y/n smiled softly despite Arthur's panicked spiel. She picked a flower from the beautiful plant bed she had sown herself one day when Arthur was out. She tucked it into the breast pocket of his thin linen shirt, a white tulip to symbolise her anticipatory forgiveness.

"Oh, Arthur, I don't mind what you have to do… I won't think less of you," She whispered, as if afraid that speaking any louder would make him run.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Arthur's temple, reddened where he had abused the skin earlier, and she took his war-toughened face into her small hands, holding him so gently it was as if she was cradling the whole world in her grasp.

"I love you so much," She began, shushing Arthur softly when he tried to interject, "You don't have to understand why I love you, you just have to accept it. If your choice is to do whatever Tommy is asking of you, I'll still love you when it's done. I chose this life with you long before you turned your back on who you were in Birmingham. I fell in love with you when you were still proud to be a Peaky Blinder, you can't scare me off with talk of hell now, my love," She resumed carding her fingers through Arthur's soft hair, his eyes had closed somewhere during her speech and his breathing was so even and calm she might have thought him asleep.

Arthur opened his eyes again when Y/n's fingers stilled and she was once again struck at the love she saw in his eyes, so pure and unfiltered that it was almost too much for her to bear.

"And besides," Y/n spoke again, "Surely if I'm journeying into death with you, I couldn't possibly be anywhere else but heaven,"

Arthur's tears spilled freely then, down his cheeks in paths that glinted like the first spark in a flame.

"Just promise me you'll let me be around to patch you up, even if you're not physically hurt," Y/n whispered as Arthur nodded, unable to speak around the lump in his throat.

He laid his head down in Y/n's lap, the skirt of her night gown cool on his hot skin, "Let's stay out 'ere for a while," Arthur rasped after a moment of silence, pouting his lips slightly to ask for a kiss.

He tried to pour all of the love he had in his body for Y/n into the soft touching of their lips; he knew there were no words that have ever or will ever exist to describe his feelings for her. They stayed like that, gently laid in the blooms as they kissed, until Arthur felt the crushing weight in his head disappear. When they eventually pulled apart, Y/n graced him with her brilliant smile and wiped away a stray tear he didn't know he'd shed with her thumb.

Arthur gazed back up at the dark sky, the thousands of stars that glittered there just for them couldn't ever compare to the light Y/n brought to his life. Even in a garden of beautiful flowers, Arthur thought Y/n was still the most radiant being by a mile.

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look-at-the-soul · 4 months

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Because of you

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

🎉 @runnning-outof-time I write this little fluffy piece for your celebration! Hope you like this! Congratulations on 4K followers, and also thank you for your kindness, your constant content -which I’m trying to catch up on-, and your little sweet and cheerful messages K! 💖 I’m particularly grateful for your presence in this fandom (the very first blog I remember following and following me back!)

Last but not least, thank you @justrainandcoffee for the absolutely beautiful moodboard!!!!!!! ♥️✨ It’s everything I imagined and even more ✨

A/N: Keep reading until the end, you’ll find a recipe in case this story makes you go hungry 🤭 because in this blog we share photos and recipes, whatever you want 😉 I couldn’t help it but add the grandma element in this one (Grandma’s series) and a little baby fever 👀 @forbidden-forest-witch

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“Alright Polly, I’ll deal with the contracts tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, Ada should be sending you the papers.”

“Enjoy the rest of your holiday already, bye.” He added but didn’t hang up. He heard her laughing at the other end of the line. “For good, have some fucking rest.”

She was just like him, refused to take days off, now she was finally about to embark into a cruise around the Mediterranean.

“Are you home yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, just want to take a bath and go to sleep.” But that was so unlikely since both his children were home for the weekend.

“Give Y/N and the kids a kiss from me.” Polly requested and finally hung up.

Getting a phone call from an known number, Tommy decided he was done for the day, so pressing the red button, he walked into his apartment and immediately the voices coming from the kitchen caught his attention.

Genuine, loud laughs filled the hall and he recognized the unmistakable song in the background.

“I want the pink M&M’s!” Shouted Ruby.

“Why do you like everything that’s pink?” Charlie questioned as Tommy left his keys and wallet by the table.

“Because…” his daughter’s voice mumbled something he didn’t understand. “Y/N can you spin me around again, pleeeease?”

Tommy was about to interrupt the scene going on the kitchen, but he stopped midway as Y/N turned around and leaned forward, Ruby wrapped her arms and legs from behind while Y/N held her feet and slowly twirled around. Making his daughter giggle uncontrollably, her hair flowing.

“Okay now go back to your chair because you’re making the baby twirl inside too.” Y/N joked.

“I don’t know how you do it, when I was pregnant all I could was throw up. You need to take it easy.” Her mother asked in a worried tone.

“Mom I’m fine, besides the baby really wants a slice.” Then, looking at Charlie, she gasped. “Oh Charlie we don’t lick the spatula,” she told him in a calm tone, but it was too late he was done decorating his slice and now half his face was covered in chocolate, “well, what’s a few germs between friends huh?”

As the kids started giggling, she noticed Tommy standing by the door.

She was wearing a black tight dress that looked like a second skin on her, wrapping every curve perfectly and also showing his favorite new feature; the baby bump fully on display. Her hair free, wild long waves covered her back. A few bracelets hanging from her wrist, the Cartier watch he gave her for their first anniversary and her signature smile that took his breath away.

“I didn’t hear you,” wiping her hands with a cloth, she approached her husband. “Missed you.”

His hands wrapped around her back immediately as their lips connected. She tasted like cheesecake and strawberries.

“I missed you too.” He whispered and crunching down, he planted a kiss on her swollen belly. “How’s my little one, eh?”

“Starving and wriggling around.” Y/N answered as Tommy went for another kiss, this time on her lips.

“Eww, dad.” Charlie complained. Embarrassed by their affection.

Ignoring his son’s complain, he went to kiss Ruby on the cheek and then kissed Charlie as well, ruffling his blonde hair in the process.

“Hello Lisa, how are you doing?”

“Trying to make Y/N sit, but she won’t listen to me.” His mother in law welcomed him with a hug.

“Yeah, I deal with that on a daily basis.” He winked at her playfully.

“Hello? I’m standing right here!” Y/N waved at them.

“Oh!” Tommy made an innocent face. “Right, well I didn’t say anything.”

Ruby laughed. “Look Dad! Y/N had some crampings and we made a cheesecake!”

“I think she means cravings right?” He asked Y/N in a low voice, making his wife smile. “We? Are you sure you baked that?”

“Weeeeell Y/N and grandma baked it, but we decorated it!” She defended.

“And we made all slices with different topings.” Added Charlie.

Tommy’s heart melted as he heard his daughter call Y/N’s mother grandma, she and Polly were the closest his kids had.

He had lost his mother a long time ago, but once Y/N stepped into his life everything changed. Lonely nights were filled with love, long and deep talks. Actually, thanks to her, Tommy started to spend quality time with his children; Charlie and Ruby, driving them or picking them up from school, arranging plans on the weekends, even taking them both on holidays.

And Lisa welcomed not only him into her family lovingly, but both his kids as if they were her biological grandchildren.

“So which one is for me?” He asked after clearing his throat, he tried to hide his emotions, but Y/N could read him like an open book and a moment later he felt her hand on his back and her head on his shoulder. “These all look great.”

He spied on the slices with several options.

“Y/N said chocolate marble is your favorite.” Ruby gave him a serious stare.

“That’s about right.” He nodded profusely in her direction, then looking at his mother in law, he asked her; “I hope they didn’t give you loads of work.”

“None of that, they’re amazing kids.” Lisa beamed.

A groan came from the fridge, Tommy went immediately after Y/N worried.

“What is it?”

“We were going to put the pizza in the oven, but I can’t stand the smell.” She made a face.

Tommy decided to check the food, it had been in the freezer but it might be bad.

“This doesn’t smell, Y/N.”

“I just don’t want pizza anymore.” She pouted.

And in that very same moment, Tommy understood this was one of those mood swings caused by the pregnancy. A careful smile spread on his lips as his hands caressed her bump gently.

“Okay, so what do you want for dinner instead?”

By the corner of his eye, he saw his mother in law trying to suppress a giggle, luckily the children were busy with the cheesecake.

“We want tacos.” Y/N batted her eyelashes as she ran one of her hands over her stomach.

“Alright everybody,” he clapped his hands and looked at Charlie and Ruby, “go wash your hands then you’re going to help me prepare some tacos.”

“Yay!”

“Delish.” Ruby shouted and went into the bathroom.

“You’re staying with us right?” He asked Y/N’s mother.

She nodded and felt grateful when Tommy convinced her daughter to go and relax into the living room while they worked on the food.

“Last week she woke me up in the middle of the night because she wanted fried mozzarella sticks with mayonnaise.”

Y/N’s mother laughed as the kids joined them again.

“This is insane, I don’t know how you keep up with all of that.”

“I was worried about her health and the baby of course, but the doctor mentioned everything is perfect, baby is healthy… perhaps it’s the fact that she’s still doing exercise.”

“When I was pregnant I was sick all the time. She didn’t like anything of food I got.”

Tommy seemed to think about it as he started seasoning the beef.

“Actually Y/N felt like that for a few days after we found out, but then she started to eat pretty much everything, everywhere.” He chuckled. “Thankfully it’s been an easy pregnancy so far.”

He had actually been able to live this pregnancy to the fullest, joining Y/N for the doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormonal days, everything, something he didn’t have the chance to do with Charlie and Ruby.

He was enjoying every little change in Y/N’s body, the first time he felt a little kick, he cried actually, touched by the thought of his baby growing inside the woman he loved. They actually wanted to keep the gender a surprise until the baby arrives, it had been a challenge at times, but it was fun.

“Dad where’s the onion?” Ruby showed him the open fridge.

“Oh no, no… can we not add onions please?” Y/N joined them with a wrinkled nose.

“Two days ago you ate a full portion of fried onions, love.”

“This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “wanted onions, not me.”

“Isn’t it the same?” Charlie asked confused.

But Tommy knew better. “No onions then, I’ll start the grill with something else.” He added wanting to please her in every little detail.

As the kids helped Y/N’s mother to wash the avocados, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket.

Y/N stared at his back, wide with broad, toned shoulders covered by a perfectly fitted shirt. She loved to see him wearing daily a three piece suit in a world full of oversized t-shirts and pants.

But when he started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, she lost it completely.

The sight of him was mouthwatering.

And as Tommy turned around, he caught her staring at her, the fire in her eyes could turn him on in a second.

“Behave, Y/N.” He whispered, disguising his words with a kiss on her hair. “Perhaps we’ll need a babysitter over the weekend?”

He chuckled at the way she nodded eagerly.

“My, my… what would your brothers say if they saw you wearing an apron and cooking?” Y/N’s mother joked, making everyone laugh by her sincerity.

“This is a secret we’ll have to keep, alright.” Tommy winked before checking the steak, he then asked Ruby to -carefully- and under his supervision to add cheese to the tortillas. “Chef Shelby only cooks for very very special people.” He added throwing a kiss to the air.

As Charlie brought the plates over the counter, he started slicing the meat and the explosion of flavors in the kitchen started to smell incredibly good.

Y/N’s mother was in charge of the different sauces, it was a usual now in their fridge as Y/N craved tortilla chips with sauce most of the time.

“Wow… this is Instagram worth it.” Y/N admitted taking a looking over Charlie’s shoulder. As the kid grinned at her, he made sure to serve a tortilla in each plate, to then hand it to his father so he could add the carne asada.

“What a beautiful family.” Y/N’s mother admitted, touched by the way Ruby was caressing Y/N’s stomach, Charlie helping with her food and Tommy looking after all of them.

Leaving the spoon, Tommy wrapped an arm around his loved ones while extending his free hand towards his mother in law.

“What are you doing there? You’re part of this too.”

After they were all released from the tightest hug, it was time to finally enjoy some tacos.

“Now shoo,” Tommy ushered Y/N out of the kitchen to arrange the food.

Gathering a tray, he placed the bowl with the guacamole and around all the tacos he just prepared. Leaving a small space for the sauces.

“Oh my God! This is so good!” Y/N admitted loudly after her first taco bite.

“Dad why does Y/N can eat before all of us?” Ruby asked innocently, confused because she was always told to wait until everyone were ready.

Tommy chuckled while Y/N apologized for not waiting the rest of the family.

“We don’t want to upset the baby, Rube. Right mama?”

Y/N nodded, her mouth was watering at the sight of the rest of the food. “That taco was for the baby, the next one is for me.”

After the kids took their place, Y/N’s mother offered a hand to each kid, seated each by her side. “Now what are we grateful for?”

“For this moment.” Tommy took the lead, feeling ever so grateful to have his loved ones in that room.

“For the cheesecake we’ll eat after dinner.” Charlie grinned.

“For this baby, and for each one of you.” Y/N’s words were followed by a smile.

“For my grand son or daughter!” Her mother joined the joy.

“For my little sister or brother.” Ruby added lastly.

“Now…” Tommy interrupted their hands mind-air as they were all after the delicious food on the table. “There’s something else I’m thankful for, tomorrow morning, we’ve to get up early because,” he was then interrupting by a chorus of groans and a pout from Y/N, “nevertheless… we’re going to visit a couple of houses to move in as soon as possible.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

“Love, this baby is coming very soon, we’ll need a bigger place than this apartment, I was thinking of a room for each,” he looked over at both children, “a nursery for the baby and of course a guest bedroom so you don’t have to share Ruby’s bed anymore.” He added looking at his mother in law.

“Oh Tommy!” Y/N’s eyes swelled with gratitude.

“I’ve narrowed the search to five properties so you’ll get to make the final decision.” He explained then.

“A house! Tommy a house!” Y/N couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“With a garden.” He encouraged.

“Can we have a pool?” Charlie asked.

“I want a doll house!”

“Whatever you want.” Tommy added, winking in Y/N’s direction. “Can we eat now?”

As the kids stormed to get their tacos, Y/N took his hand. A growing smile on her lips.

“You never said anything.” Her eyes sparkled.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m so happy because of you.” Her sincerity wasn’t just in her words, but in her eyes as well.

And deep down, Tommy couldn’t believe that thanks to her, he was able to find stability, loyalty, freedom, love, a family, someone who helped him every day to be a better person.

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I hope you enjoyed this little story! 🥰 remember, your feedback (in all ways) is always welcome and highly appreciated! ✨ xx

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little-diable · 9 months

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Little-Diable's 15k celebration

15k how fucking insane is this?! It's a number I certainly can't grasp, yet I am so insanely grateful for it. I love y'all so much, thank you for loving my writing, for loving my weird self, and for being so kind.

But enough with the sappy words, let's focus on a proper way to celebrate this milestone, shall we?

As promised this is a celebration for writers and readers (a big thank you to @deathofpeaceofmind for brainstorming with me and for designing the lovely header): here is what we'll do:

Be aware, this challenge/celebration is tied to a prize you can win.

I've chosen five of my all time favourite books, which are: The Song of Achilles, The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, Hamlet, Lord of the Rings (all parts in one), The Last Kingdom (first part of the series).

For the writers:

Choose one of the following characters: Tommy Shelby, Dean and/or Sam Winchester, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Negan, Sihtric, Finan, Tom Riddle, Kylo Ren, Jasper Hale, Loki

Send me an ask with the character, the genre (smut, angst, fluff), and a number between 5 and 159

I'll choose one of the books listed above and will select a sentence I can find on the page belonging to the number you've chosen for your ask. You can do with the sentence/quote as you please, but it has to show up in the fic.

You'll have time to write your fic till the 10th of December 2023.

Please only write reader-insert fics, use a keep reading tag, and use appropriate warnings. It can be as dark, as angsty, as smutty, as fluffy as you want, there is no limit for the word count. You can combine this with other challenges if you want. You can also write more than one fic for this celebration.

Post the fic with #little-diable15k, message me if I don't reblog it within two days.

Since this is a challenge where you and a reader can win something, please try to actually post your fic till the 10th of December.

For the readers:

You have to actively read the stories posted for this celebration (of course only the ones you are interested in/comfortable with)

On the 11th of December I’ll post a Google doc where you’ll have time to vote for your favourite fic. The doc will be open for one week.

I'm asking you to reblog and comment the fics you enjoy, since this is tied to the prize you can win. I will also reblog every fic, so you can find them on my Tumblr as well.

Now about the prize for one lucky reader and one lucky writer:

Writers: I will list the fics you wrote in a google doc (the fics will be added on the 11th of December), where readers can vote on their favourite fics. The fic which gets the most votes is the winner of this challenge. I will contact you on Tumblr should you win, if you're comfortable with sharing your address / or a PO box with me, I'll send you a small gift; if you don't want to do this @deathofpeaceofmind will design a header for one of your fics as your prize. If there are more winners (meaning if there's a tie) we will find another prize more of you can have!

Readers: If you add your username to the google doc I can see who voted the most and who actively took part in reading. The one of you who votes the most (I will check if you did comment/reblog the fics on Tumblr), will be contacted through Tumblr, if you're comfortable with sharing your address / or a PO box with me, I'll send you a small gift; if you don't want to do this you can request a fic from me instead. If y'all are super active (which I’m hoping for!) we'll find another prize more of you can have!

I hope this is all clear and somewhat understable! I am so so excited for this, and I hope lots of you will take part in it!

Tagging some mutuals and writers/readers who may enjoy this:

@negans-lucille-tblr @writethelifeyouwant @writingliv @zablife @runnning-outof-time @notyour-valentine @springsteens @cillmequick @band--psycho @smellingofpoetry @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @earlgreydreamreplies @footballffbarbiex @thinkinghardhardlythinking @luveline @firefly-in-darkness @holylulusworld @gemini-mama @honeypiehotchner @bluetreecloud20 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @carolina-thiell

#little-diable15k #writing challenge #dean winchester smut #tommy shelby smut #loki smut #negan smut #jasper hale smut #aaron hotchner smut

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toms-cherry-trees · 1 year

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Hi Mars, congratulations again on 1.5K, what a milestone :D Here with a gif blurb request for Polly, thought this gif could possibly be an interesting combo with angst. Excited to see what it'll inspire in you :)

This one was a challenge! So welcome to my first Polly writing ever! I did not know if you wanted it romantic or platonic or filial so I went for a motherxdaughter relationship. Hope this fills up the expectations!

And a most MASSIVE thank you to @runnning-outof-time aka lovely K for proofreading my first ever Polly writing!! ILYSM

Mars 1.5K Celebration

Smoke || Polly Gray x Adoptive Daughter! Reader

Warnings; Angst, some brief description of injuries, minor and major character death

The smacking of the bill stacks against the wooden table feels like a smack directly to your face; the two neatly piled wads before you hold more money than you’ve ever owned before and probably will ever own. But the money does not feel like tickets to freedom and peace; they feel like bricks tied to your ankles, dragging you to the bottom of an unknown darkness.

Before you, sitting across the battered desk, Polly’s piercing eyes are fixed upon your wavering expression. She still dons mourning attire, even though it’s been long weeks since John and Michael went up in flames and smoke on an open field, each laid to the final rest in vardos and surrounded by every terrenal possession they ever held dear, plus a few lead bullets the coroners could not be bothered to remove. You had personally sewn each bullet wound up with needle and thread, wanting them to go onto the next life as whole persons and not just fleshy colanders.

The minutes tick by loudly in the clock hanging behind her. While each second clocked in perfect sync, your heart hammers in erratic mess, blood rushing to your head and abandoning your legs, making your stand weak and shaky and threatening to send you to your knees. You have to grip onto the edge of the desk for support, your eyes closing as you focus on your breathing to stop the dizzying spinning of your head.

You exhale slowly to regain your composure enough to speak, but only one word leaves your lips “Why?”

“There is 2500 pounds in there. It is more than enough for you to buy a ticket far away from here, rent a place and get yourself a job” She speaks with the same certainty and professional tone she occupies during company meetings. As if you are nothing more than another employee in their payroll, and not a member of the family for the best part of your life.

“Polly, why?” You plead again, coming to sit across from her, staring straight into those stern eyes of hers through the smoke of her cigarette. With the white swirls around her, the Black Madonna around her neck and that black lace veil over her hair, she looks ready to start a seance. An aura of mysticism and ominousness that always drew you to her as a child, making you follow her wherever she went, hoping in your infantile mind to see her cast spells or speak to animals.

“If you are ever in need of more, write to me at the office’s address and I will see that help comes to you, but you are not to set foot near any of us or into Birmingham. My driver will take you to your home to pack and then to London, but from then on you are on your own”

Oh, the Shelbys innate ability to ignore whatever others are speaking when it is not convenient for their agenda. But some of that ability had rubbed on you over the years; the key stood in being the loudest and angriest in the room.

“Polly!” You smack your fist against the table, rattling the glass ashtray and the neatly laid pens by the inkpot. Her eyes widen, but the bewilderment lasts only a fleeting second; she soon composes her carefully crafted cold facade again, the same one she has been wearing ever since the bullets rained like hellfire on her son and nephew.

“Polly, why?” The hurt and desperation laced in your words do little to sway her unwavering indifference “Why are you pushing me away from my family” Your tremulous hands clasp hers tightly, your soul feeling like a boat facing the storm and clinging onto its last mooring for survival.

“We are not your family” Somehow, her retreating her hand from your loving grasp stings more than the words themselves, recoiling from your touch like she were retreating from a thankful beggar to whom she spared a few loose coins “What I did back then was charity, but it is time you find your own way. I cannot keep you under my wing forever”

Charity. Charity. Is that all she saw you as? A ward she took out of pity, and had now grown into a pesky burden?

The full story tangled and fogged in your mind, the fine details having been lost over time and life, but the bulk of it remained clear in your memory. Your parents succumbed to hunger and disease roughly around the same time Polly had her own children snatched away, taken away by the parish and the inherent cruelty they possessed for the poor and helpless. A mother who found herself with her arms empty, and a child who had no one to hold her; the turns of life brought you two together to fill in the gnawing gaps left within your hearts. Polly raised you under her guarding veil, surrounded by her candles and her saints and her prayers, and the quiet cries she often hid in her pillow whenever one of her kids’ birthdays passed. The smell of smoke and sandalwood evoked her memory in your brain. Her tender hands had braided your hair and wiped your tears in the same beat they had fired guns and threatened men and women alike.

The same hands that now pushed you away like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road.

“I am not stupid Polly” It takes all your strength to not let your voice quiver “This is because of the Italians, isn’t it? Cause of what happened to John and Michael. You think they will come after me too” This has to be it, no? This has to be the reason. You cannot see it otherwise, why would your mother in all but blood reject you so abruptly? The logic feels so solid and obvious it soothes you in a way, and you cling onto that hope desperately.

Her head falls back, a cruel, cold burst of laughter emerging from her lips “Don’t be stupid, they are after our family, not our employees” Another jab at your heart; Polly Gray is hellbent on picking at every soft spot you possess. And what could be a more sensible topic than your parentage? Taken in, raised as one of them, fed from the same table and dressed from the same clothes. But nothing changed your true status; an outsider. Never a true Shelby nor Gray; you were not her daughter, even if you had filled in during her absence for nearly twenty years

“Polly, you don’t have to do this” Your pleading words and your tearful eyes could barely show the true turmoil you feel inside “I don’t want to leave. I cannot leave you, not now! I can defend myself, you taught me how! Please don’t push me away” You never thought you’d feel pain like this; you had been too young back in the day to understand the grief of losing your parents, but now? You are thankful, for you are sure if you had felt such pain at that tender age, you would have died of a broken heart.

Polly remains silent as she methodically lights another cigarette, taking her time to inhale a long drag. The smoke swirls around her face and stings her eyes it seems; the corners have reddened and they seem watery. But she fans the smoke away with a harsh wave of her hand and picks up her purse “Enough of this. I have to go and so do you. My driver will take you where you need” She stood and slipped on her coat; a coat you had gifted her for her birthday, back when money remained tight. You had personally purchased the materials and tailored the piece yourself to fit her perfectly.

As she makes an attempt to walk past you, you grab her sleeve, a vice grip around her wrist. But she keeps her back turned to you, one foot set forward and ready to exit the office. She tugs on your grasp, but you are not relenting. She is sand between your fingers and you are futilely clinging to the last grains

“Mother, please” Your voice is small, evoking the same tone you used as a small child, newly come under her care, still clinging onto the dream that someday your parents would return for you. The same vulnerability and innocence, and the maddening desire to not be abandoned again.

But your tears and your pleas do not move her heart. She yanks from your hold with such ferocity the seams of the sleeve snag

“If I see you back into the city, I will chase you out myself”

And those are the last words Polly Gray has for the daughter she no longer has

The whistling of the train urges the travellers to climb, steam filling in the platform as the train employees parade down the long row of carriages, slamming doors closed and helping late comers to haul their bags up. You sit alone in a compartment, your suitcases packed in the overhead shelves and a small pile of notes resting at your side. You have left home in such a hurry you did not have time to warn your landlady, nor your friends nor the woman for whom you babysit every Wednesday. You write letters for them offering sincere apologies and vague explanations, citing urgent work matters, blaming your health, and even adding the appearance of a long lost family member to excuse such a hasty departure. You do not include your new address, for you don’t have one yet; all that awaits for you at the end of the journey is uncertainty.

The whistle blows one last time, another plume of steam shrouding the platform. Amongst the mist you think you see her; black coat and black veil, and shoes brought from Paris, with the delicate heel and the golden crossbar over the foot. You stand so abruptly the letters spill on the floor, the pen shattering and spilling ink all over your hard work. Your hands and cheeks are pressed to the cold glass, but the crystal is fogged and you can barely make out any form outside in the cold winter afternoon. You see the black shadow moving away, and you smash your gloved fists against the glass, chanting her name like a prayer. But it is too late; the engine starts and the station is left behind, alongside your last hope of reconciliation and your home.

You are not sure you saw her, but she saw you. She saw you bent over something in your lap, brows furrowed in concentration and shoulders slouched. It takes a lot of effort to restrain her from calling you out and remind you to keep the shoulders tight, like she did so many times as you grew up from awkward childhood into comely adolescence. Polly wonders if you had time to pack food for the journey, and makes note to comb your flat later to make sure you have not forgotten anything; you are always so lackadaisical, one ought to give thanks your head is glue to your body. In the train travels a trusted aide of hers; he will tail you, wherever you go, to ensure you find a safe home and proper job. Every step you take he will report to her, and every person who crosses your path he will check to keep any wandering enemies away. That much she can do to keep you safe. That, and keep you as far away from herself as she can; the Shelbys are cursed, all of them, and they bring nothing but pain and death to those they love the most.

As the train at last begins to move, she rolls down her veil and walks away from your window. Amidst the steam and under the black gauze and lace, it is easier to hide the tears.

#marsie writes #mars 1.5k celebration #polly shelby #polly shelby x reader #polly shelby x daughter #shelby reader #shelby insert #polly grey x adoptive daughter #polly gray #polly gray x reader #polly gray x daughter #polly gray fanfic #polly gray fic #polly gray imagine #polly gray one shot

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fkmarrycill · 4 months

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One Shot: The Promise of Spring

1505 words

Tommy Shelby x Lizzie Shelby

No smut; all ages

AU-ish, with creative liberties taken, but there are 🚨spoilers🚨

File this under better late than never ��️. It's my contribution for @runnning-outof-time ’s 4K follower celebration. Congrats again! Thank you for sharing your creativity with us. ❤️

The idea of putting the characters in situations that deviate from the norm sounded like fun. What I came up with is probably not fluff for the average character, but it's certainly a departure for Tommy, and it does leave him more vulnerable than usual. Lizzie seemed like the perfect love interest for the idea I had in mind.

I'd like to return to this and write another part in the future, but I can't promise when. ☺️

Thank you for reading. ❤️

Tommy strode across the lawn briskly, gloved hands balled in fists, toward the woods of his estate. He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't sit in his office for another minute.

It was just after dawn. The cold air of late winter sliced at his cheeks. He'd hoped the fresh air would wake him up and bring him to his senses.

He needed to be alone, and that time of day gave him quiet, if not also peace. There was no nagging from Lizzie, even though he knew that it came from a place of love and justified concern. No squeals for playtime from the children. Getting lost in their joy right now would only make him lose focus. No muddled big brother advice from Arthur, or sisterly tough love from Ada. And Polly… just like John, he'd never speak to her again, and not because of an argument. None of them, dead or alive, could help him or console him. He needed time, and quiet, to think of his next move.

It was always the same when it felt like the walls were closing in, like the next invisible threat was coming for his throne. There was something about being in nature that enabled him to do his best thinking. In these moments, he felt closest to his ancestors. They knew there was freedom in movement, wisdom in the wind, power to be gleaned from the majesty of the earth and the trees. Like them, it was the wellspring from which he replenished his inner strength. If it wasn't so cold, he probably would've slept outside that night, like he'd done so often when he was younger.

He approached his favorite spot, a clearing near the ribbon of creek that meandered through his property. He contemplated the creek, noticing that it wasn't completely frozen over, like it was the last time he'd gone out that far, for a similar reason. The last time, he'd gotten the answers he needed. This time? He was not so certain that he would find them.

He fished his cigarettes and lighter out of his coat pocket. “What the fuck am I going to do…” He muttered out loud after the first pull of nicotine. Like the tendrils of smoke wafting from the cigarette, his words hung in the air briefly before fading away, without a good answer.

He scanned the field and woods beyond, and then he looked to the sky, watching the occasional bird swoop and soar, then alight in a tree. He continued to smoke and think. He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled deeply, and listened to the rustling of the wind.

He was tired of living two lives, as a rising MP, in addition to still being a kingpin, albeit one relegated to the shadows more and more every day. Tired of always having to be on guard. Tired of keeping so many secrets from Lizzie out of what he considered to be protection. He opened his eyes. No ideas were forthcoming. Not yet. As his problems got bigger, the solutions were harder to come by.

He decided to go back to his office and tend to the day’s phone calls and mail, to clear his desk of mundane tasks so there were fewer things to think about.

He dropped his cigarette and stamped it out. While watching the embers die on the ground, he saw a familiar flash of yellow and walked over to it.

Daffodils. Just three flowers so far, but more would come as the weather warmed. They were Lizzie's favorite, and he'd had them planted throughout the property. He remembered how excited she was, during their first spring at the estate, to see a large patch of them on the lawn outside their bedroom window, a sea of flowers in one of the happiest colors. He was pleased to give her a bit of joy after all the pain he had caused, all the pain he was still causing.

Lizzie… Blessed, loyal Lizzie. She deserved better, he thought.

He knew what he needed to do.

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He stood in the dining room doorway, watching her. He'd removed his outerwear earlier and warmed himself by the fireplace in his office, gathering his thoughts before seeking her out.

Lizzie was reading the newspaper and picking at her soft-boiled egg, toast, and tea. She was alone in the large room, and her expression was weary. The look was far too familiar these days. He couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled with the same happiness as when their world was simpler, like when he'd bought her a typewriter to practice on a few years before. No, he'd never wish for simpler times when his family was so much better taken care of now. He knew wishes would be pointless, anyway–a naive and misplaced use of energy. But he hated the way she'd given so much of herself–to him, and to the business, as it grew–while only getting the occasional fragment of joy. Normally this feeling was locked away in the depths of his heart, but it surfaced today, and he needed to address it. For both of them.

“Oi, Lizzie.” He cursed himself silently when she startled at the sound of his voice. He crossed the room quickly and stood by her side.

He tried again, softer this time. “Lizzie. Hey. We need to get away this weekend.” He gently rested a hand on her cashmere-covered shoulder.

She didn't bother to look up at him. She just dropped her heavy silver cutlery on the Wedgewood plate and sighed. “What is it this time, Tommy? A mass execution here, led by Arthur? Or did your spirits tell you bloody Nosferatu is coming for the children?” With that, she looked at Tommy, rolled her eyes, and waited for his next order, an exhausted soldier in a never-ending battle.

“No.” He sat down next to her. “You and me. We need to get away. Us. We need… We need something different. For a few days, eh? Away from this,” he said, gesturing to the grandeur of the room. “It won't change this,” he said, gesturing again, “this new, fucking world, with all its fucking problems, but… You need a break. I… I need a fucking break. I can't sleep. Can't think. Can't fucking think right now, Lizzie. And this?” He looked around, settling on the large family portrait on the wall. “This world of ours, that's supposed to be so much fucking better than Small Heath? This isn't safe when I can't think.”

His stare never wavered from her eyes, but his chest rose and fell rapidly with his ragged breath. He closed his eyes to compose himself, then took Lizzie's hands into his.

He swallowed hard before continuing. “What I need most is you. Love, honor, and cherish, eh? That's what the vows were, what I promised, for you, in front of everyone. I know you don't feel very cherished by me. But that… It changes now. It changes now, Lizzie. You are too fucking important to me.”

He looked away, cleared his throat, and trained his eyes on her again. Her expression had softened the tiniest bit. It would be imperceptible to anyone else, but he knew. This is what she'd wanted to hear for so long now.

“I know, Tommy,” she murmured. She squeezed his hand. “I know. I've always known, but I've wanted to hear it from you. But not just hear it,” she said, tears forming in her eyes. “I've needed to feel it, too. I haven't felt it in a long, long time from you,” she said, as her tears started to fall.

“Oi.” This time, he said it softly, before cradling her face with his hands and wiping away her tears. “Lizzie. I know. And like I said, that changes now. After breakfast, I want you to find a place. Find somewhere, away from here, that we can go and have a weekend. Alone. This will be the first, but it won't be the last. I promise you that. I'll put Ada in charge, have her spend the weekend here. The children will be in good hands. And we'll have some time alone. And you can ask me any questions you have. About anything. And I will tell you everything. I can't… I won't shut you out anymore. I do love you, Lizzie, even when it feels like my body is here and my mind is everywhere else but with you.”

They kissed, and Tommy relaxed. He'd never remove all the weight of his duties off his shoulders, but he was confident that he could do better for Lizzie. And maybe, after the weekend, he'd have a better sense of what to do with all the other problems piling up.

Lizzie held his face with one hand, tracing his cheek with her thumb. “All right, Tommy." She smiled the smallest of smiles. She was still wary of his promise, but she was more hopeful than she'd been in a long time. "I’ll look into it. Is there anywhere you had in mind?”

“No. Just… Anywhere but Margate. And before you ask, I will tell you why.”

#tommy shelby #lizzie shelby #peaky blinders #fan fiction #tommy shelby x lizzie shelby #fkmarrycill library #one shot

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call-sign-shark · 6 months

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𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 14th December

“Amidst the bombs and maimed bodies flourished their love. She appeared one night, wandering in the dark and desolate streets of a little French town destroyed by the fire of war. Haunting and mysterious, she had taken the young soldier’s breath away. Plagued by nightmares and fear, Tommy rather spent all the following nights waiting to see her, her sweet face lulling his demons even if their eyes only met for a few seconds. Soon she became his only moment of peace and genuine happiness… So when war was over and he left, he took Miss K’s heart along with him. “Damn them for what they did to you in France” Aunt Polly said, unaware that his nephew’s joy faded away because if he had stolen K’s heart, his was still in France, hidden in the locket he gifted her.” For @runnning-outof-time, based on her love for young!Tommy.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when!🎄 two posts today since I’ve missed yesterday.

#Peaky blinders #Tommy Shelby #Sharksmas #Cillian Murphy #Tommy Shelby x reader

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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GOLD RUSH

thomas shelby x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: being best friends with ada shelby was one of the best things that had happen to y/n. she knew of her brothers but never became close to them. thomas shelby was an enigma to her. everyone wanted him, everyone feared him, and everyone served him. however y/n hates that, what makes him so special. even though secretly there was a desire to get to know the man underneath the facade he put up.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, angst, fluff, drinking, smoking, blood, death

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.4

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is for @runnning-outof-time halfway to 2k celebration so go and show some love. also gold rush by Taylor Swift. also set in season 1 but doesn’t follow some chronological times. also might make a part two tell me if you want that, and phew this took me some time.

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 |

KNOWING Ada Shelby and being her best friend was an experience that’s for sure. It was usually a good experience but sometimes these escapades her and Ada would go on would get them into deep trouble. Ada with her brothers and Polly whilst Y/N would get in trouble with her mother.

But luckily for her she turned 18 she got her own place with the money she got for working at the Garrison. The only downsides to that job is that she would have to see the one and only Thomas Shelby almost everyday. She didn’t have to see him for the most part when they went to war. That was the only thing she gave Thomas credit for, he did serve their country and now came back even more broken than he already was.

It’s not that Y/N had anything against Ada's older brother, what she had trouble with is the way everyone treated him. People wanted him, women specifically, they worshipped the ground he walked on. He didn’t have to pay for most of the shit he does, but that was mostly because people were scared of him but Y/N wasn’t. She rarely spent any time with the Shelby’s unless it was when she was sleeping over with Ada, so she didn’t speak to Thomas, Arthur, or John that much, but she had a few conversations with their aunt Polly. But for the most part she stayed out of their business.

Deep down though Y/N wanted to know the man under the mask of Thomas Shelby, what made him so desirable to everyone. But that was a secret deep down Y/N wasn’t ready to admit to herself.

So Y/N did what she did best when it came to Thomas she just avoided him and ignored him, she didn’t want to give him more of an ego than he already had.

Meanwhile for some time now Y/N has been covering for Ada as she was sneaking around with Freddie Thorne, who Y/N knew was Thomas’s ex best friend, the man who saved his life in France. She had warned Ada about getting involved with Freddie telling her that it would cause way more trouble, but Y/N thinks that’s why Ada did it.

Everything went down when Ada disappeared and she found out that she was pregnant through Polly.

“She’s what,” Y/N gasped as her blood ran cold.

“She’s pregnant and somewhere with Freddie,” Polly explained snidely, not wanting to repeat herself.

“Where is she,” Y/N asked quietly.

Y/N didn’t get an answer from Polly which angered her more. But underneath all that anger she was sad, sad that her best friend didn’t come to her with the news that she was pregnant and soon to be married.

On the walk to her home a few tears escaped luckily with the rain it covered up the pain in her eyes. But it didn’t help the pain in her heart. All her life she was loyal to Ada, helped her through everything and now she didn’t even know where she was. Maybe y/n thought, maybe she was too caught up in her own life to see what her friend was going through. Curling up into bed she let her mind drift into a peaceful sleep.

An abrupt knock jolted Y/N up from her deep slumber as she sat up right. Rubbing her eyes she looked at the time and realized it was only 8:30. Groaning out of frustration she got out of bed. Who could be at her flat at this hour.

“What,” Y/N snapped as she flung the door open, an angry expression written all over her face. But it was replaced by surprise as she saw Thomas Shelby standing outside her door. “What are you doing here especially at 8:30 in the fucking morning Thomas,” She sighed with irritation in her tone.

“Where is she,” Thomas snapped at her.

“If you’re talking about Ada and I’m assuming Freddie as well, your guess is as good as mine since I have no bloody clue where she is,” Y/N huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest as anger spread all over her body.

Thomas let out a sigh out of anger and walked past her, Y/Ns eyes widened at the audacity he had.

“What gives you the right to barge into my home and look for your sister,” Y/N yelled as he looked in her bedroom and the bathroom, the only two rooms she had. “Wanna check under the couch as well,” she asked as he came into her vision.

“If she’s not here you must know where she is,” Thomas let out a huff as he rolled his eyes.

“Well it seems like you’d be wrong since I didn’t even know she was pregnant,” Y/N answered, letting her arms fall down to her sides.

“And Freddie,” He asked, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.

“Of course I knew about it, and before you get on to me about that if I had told you Ada would have hated me for the rest of our lives,” Y/N explained rubbing her fingers at her temples as a headache started to roam in.

“As opposed to where you are now,” Thomas calmly says as he lets out a puff of smoke. Y/N bit her lip trying not to let out a sarcastic laugh. “It seems like my sister was lacking trust in you,” He says as Y/N clenched her hands trying to control her anger.

“Do you speak to all women this way or is it just me,” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh.

“I haven’t gotten a complaint yet,” Thomas sparkly replied as he went to exit the flat.

“Well this is me filing one,” Y/N shouted as he slammed the door rattling the pictures on the wall.

God she hated this man.

Y/N took some time off work, luckily Harry let her or Arthur since it was his up now. They had just hired another barmaid, Grace so she was happy to take some time to wallow. Maybe Thomas was right, Ada was lacking trust in her for some reason. Whatever it was that made Ada not tell her it made her sad. She’d always had Ada in her life and now she didn’t even know where she was.

Now a week later Y/N was feeling a little better as she returned to work. There was still a tear in her heart but she tried to brush that off. But she hoped that she wouldn’t see Thomas at the pub, she didn’t want to see his arrogant face at the moment.

Luckily she didn’t see him for a while and soon enough it has been months since she saw him. Most of her thoughts are swarmed on how Ada hadn’t contacted him once and soon the sadness turned to anger. Y/N trusted her with her life but it didn’t see reciprocated.

Wiping down the table she tried to not let thoughts run through her mind. Midway through cleaning there was a knock on the private room. Sighing, she opened the partition to see Thomas standing there.

“What do you want,” Y/N asked, annoyed as she stared up at him.

“You’re barmaid, bring me some whiskey,” Thomas ordered and knowing she would have to take it up with Arthur she complied. Handing him the whiskey and with a plastered fake smile on his face. As she was about to close the partition he stopped her putting his hand on hers.

“Come sit with me,” Thomas says.

“I have customers to serve other than you Mr. Shelby,” Y/N replied sarcastically trying to ignore the way his skin feels on hers.

“Grace is here. Come,” Thomas says as he closes the partition.

Maybe if she just talked to him this would be over, and she could go back to her job. Walking around the bar she opened the side door and saw him sitting there with a cigarette between his lips, per usual.

“What,” Y/N snapped as she took a seat next to him.

“I wanted to apologize about what I said, Ada does trust you more than us probably,” Thomas apologized looking everywhere but her eyes.

Y/N gaped at him with shock in her eyes. Never once in her life has she seen Thomas Shelby apologize to anyone. It’s also been so long she hadn’t even remembered what he had said. She didn’t even know what to say, this is the first time she has even been alone with him so it was a bit awkward.

“You don’t have to,” Y/N whispered, staring at the table in front of her. Her heart was racing.

“I know I just thought I’d let you know that you are an important person in my sister's life and she’d alway trust you,” Thomas explained.

“How do you know, I mean I haven’t seen her or Freddie in months. Maybe she just didn’t want to tell me things anymore or just didn’t care too,” Y/N explained pouring her heart out. She didn’t know why she was doing this but everything just came out.

“Truth is I don’t know just a gut feeling,” Thomas replied as he poured a glass of whiskey for him and got another out for her.

“Hopefully your gut feeling is right because I’m going on with nothing,” Y/N muttered, grabbing her glass and gulping it down and ignoring the sting. “Have you seen her,” She asked as she set down the glass.

“No the only person who has is Polly,” Thomas answered as Y/N let out a sigh. “I have seen Freddie,” He says and she looked at him with a concerned look in her eyes. “And no I did not kill him, don't worry.”

“I didn’t think that I just thought maybe you’d beat him to a pulp,” Y/N muttered.

“That was a thought in my mind but out of good conscience I didn’t,” Thomas let out a dry laugh.

Y/N let a smile crack as she never thought she’d be smiling at something that Thomas Shelby had said. But maybe perhaps she was wrong about him or there was something deeper to him than he let on.

“I thought Thomas Shelby doesn’t apologize,” Y/N teased remembering what he said when she was younger.

“I usually don’t,” Thomas gave her a tight smile.

“Am I just special or did you just feel bad,” Y/N asked, turning to face him.

“Just hadn’t seen you in sometime and didn’t want you to not be around because I made you mad,” Thomas explained taking a hit off his cigarette. “But then I thought maybe it’s because you hate me,” He says.

“I don’t hate you, I just hate the way people treat you,” Y/N corrected him, leaning over him to grab the whiskey and pouring herself another glass.

“How’s that,” Thomas asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Like you’re the knew Jesus Christ or something along the lines,” Y/N cheekily answered downing the shot glass.

Thomas hummed and nodded, budding out his cigarette, taking another sip of the alcohol that sat before him. While Y/N downed the 3rd glass.

“Okay I think that’s enough,” Thomas says, taking the bottle of whiskey out of her hand making Y/N pout.

“That sucks, I wanna get drunk,” Y/N explained.

“I think you’re already there love,” Thomas says, looking her up and down.

“Whiskey was always my weakness,” Y/N let out a little laugh. “You wanna know a secret,” She asked.

“What is it,” Thomas asked curiously.

“I don’t hate you I actually had a wee bit of a crush on you,” Y/N giggled as she felt more and more intoxicated.

Thomas’s face dropped as Y/N looked over at the clock and stood up and almost tripped. Luckily Thomas caught her and set her straight.

“Woah where are you going,” Thomas asked, a little concerned with her drunken state.

“Home my shift is over,” Y/N slurred as she stared up at him and tried to straighten her posture but ended up tripping on her own feet again. “Damn it,” She cursed as she grabbed Thomas’s shoulder trying to steady herself.

“Okay you can’t walk home now let me take you to Polly’s then you can go home tomorrow,” Thomas explained.

“No,” Y/N shook her head. But before anything could happen she felt herself tripping again Thomas picked her up bridal style.

“Okay you need rest and I don’t feel like walking miles,” Thomas gruffly replied

Y/N nodded resting her head on his shoulder letting her eyes close and fall into a deep slumber.

Around a week later Y/N still hadn’t shown up to work out of shame. She didn’t want to see Thomas after she had gotten drunk and he had to take her to his aunt's house so she could get some sleep. She was thinking about quitting and that was no joke.

In the middle of cleaning around the house she heard a knock on the door and her heart rate sped up a little. Knowing who it was she went up to the door and looked through the peephole.

“Hey Thomas,” Y/N greeted him while opening the door, letting him inside her home.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Thomas says with his hands inside his coat.

“Yeah sick,” Y/N lied while letting a fake cough out. Thomas rolled his eyes knowing she was lying. To be honest he kind of missed her presence around the pub. He would never admit it to her but the thought kept rolling around.

“I just wanted to invite you to John's wedding,” Thomas broke the awkward silence as he handed her the invention. Her eyes widened; she didn’t know John was getting married. But she felt a spark when he handed her the tiny paper.

“As a date,” Y/N blurted out. Thomas let out a chuckle.

“If that’s what you want it to be,” Thomas gave her a smile as he went to exit the house. “I’ll pick you up in a couple hours if you want to go,” He said before he left.

She stared at the invitation as her heart began to race at the thought of a date with Thomas Shelby. The same guy she couldn’t even be in the same room with not even a year ago. Biting her lip she pondered if she should go or not. Would it be inappropriate as Ada’s best friend to go with her elder brother?

Sighing Y/N looked at the piece of paper one last time, eyes scanning over it, before she put it down on her kitchen table. Burying her face in her hands, her heart and her head were at war at the moment.

Looking up at the ticking clock it says 11 am but he would be by to pick her up at 4pm. Usually Y/N doesn’t like to go out of her little bubble so this time she wanted to take a chance and go with her heart. Walking into her room she goes to her closet and looks through all the pieces of clothing trying to find the perfect thing to wear. Grinning ear to ear as she finds the dress she was intending on looking for. It was her favorite, not too showy but not too bland.

When the clock struck 3:00 she decided that she should start to get ready, deciding to do her hair first, then her makeup and finally she put the outfit on. Standing in front of the mirror she tries to not be too giddy. This might not even be a date to him so she thinks the worst so she doesn’t get disappointed.

A knock on the door interrupts her inner dialogue and she takes a look at herself in the mirror one last time.

“Coming,” Y/N shouted before running to the door and swinging it open and smiling when she saw him standing.

“Didn’t think you’d actually want to go,” Thomas clears his throat after looking her up and down.

“Well I thought about it and then realized I never wore this dress and soI thought this was the perfect occasion,” Y/N teases, giving him a smirk. “Do I look pretty,” She asks as her heart starts to race.

“The dress only adds to your beauty,” Thomas compliments, making her smile as goosebumps go up her arm. “We should get going, we're going to be late,” He says after looking at his watch. Y/N nodded, giving him a tight smile as he opened the door to the car and she hops in.

On the ride to wherever they were going Y/N and Thomas make small talk commenting on how rough the roads are. It actually surprises Y/N when he asks about her interest and what she does in her free time.

She happily answers on how she loves to ride horses, it was one of the best things she can do. Y/N talks about how she rode into the fields when she was younger and just watched the sunset. Thomas says that he has a horse and maybe sometime in the future they will go on a ride together. Biting her lip she nodded, almost feeling her heart jump out of her chest.

“Stay in the car I have to sort something out first,” Thomas orders before getting out of the car.

“What’s going on I thought this was just a wedding,” Y/N asks furrowing her brows, confused.

“Listen, don't tell anybody I told you this first, but John doesn’t know he’s getting married. I made a deal with the Lee family to settle our disagreement so we can take out Billy Kimber,” Thomas explains, giving her a stern expression.

Y/N gapes at him, a flabbergasted look spread on her face. Billy Kimber is someone you don’t mess with, that's what Y/N knows, he’s a very dangerous man.

“Thomas Billy Kimber is one of the most dangerous men I’ve ever heard. Why are you going against him and you better not be selling them those guns I’ve been hearing about,” Y/N snaps at him.

“If you hadn’t realized sweetheart, I’m a dangerous man as well,” Thomas replies with a small smile before walking towards the gaggle of men. Sighing she slumps back in the car rolling her eyes.

As the wedding starts Y/N stands by Thomas’s side after he comes to get her. But she is shocked when Ada shows up and Ada gives her a sympathetic look probably for not contacting her for months.

But the wedding starts before she can say anything to Ada biting her lip she shakes her head trying to keep the emotions from exploding out. Everyone claps as John and Esme kiss and Y/N smiles at the now married couple and claps along.

Later on at night everyone is either drinking or dancing with happy expressions on their faces. Y/N finds herself a seat so she can’t ponder. Why didn’t Thomas mention that Ada may be there? Maybe he didn’t know but she can’t be so sure.

A tap on her shoulder snaps her out of her thoughts and she looks up and sees Thomas standing there with a blank expression on his face.

“Mind if I sit?” Thomas asks, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“If you want,” Y/N mutters, putting her hand on the table and picking at a chipped piece of the wood. “Did you know Ada would be here?” She quietly asks.

“I didn’t know I had someone give her an invitation and I was hoping she would be here, that's what I thought you would want as well,” Thomas explains, sliding a drink towards her.

“Well I thought you’d give me a warning,” Y/N snaps, snatching the glass and gulping it up. “She hasn’t even talked to me Tommy I think she’s mad at me,” She whispers as tears gather in the corner of her eyes.

“Think she’s just feeling guilty about leavin’ you out of things,” Thomas reassures her putting his hand on top of hers. Feeling his hand on top of hers makes goosebumps arise again.

“Hopefully you’re right Tommy ‘cause I can’t take it when people are mad at me,” Y/N explains with a little laugh. “You know you’re not as bad as you let on,” She softly says, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Well I think you’re the only one who thinks that,” Thomas sighs.

“Come on Tommy I’m sure there’s a few people that think you’re pretty amazing,” Y/N tries to reassure him this time.

“I made a deal to keep Freddie out of town that’s why you haven’t seen Ada around that much,” Thomas blurts out making her eyes widen.

“Made a deal with who,” Y/N asks with a worried look on her face.

“The chief inspector. You hate me again,” Thomas says, rolling his head and looking her in the eye. His tone is almost as icy as his blue eyes.

“To me it seems like you’re just trying to get everyone to hate you. Am I right or am I wrong?” Y/N sighs looking at him giving his hand another squeeze. “Even though I spent most of my life hating you, I do know that you care about your family and you wouldn’t do these things if you didn’t care,” She explains.

“You’re one special lady aren’t you,” Thomas smiles at her softly.

“And you’d be the only one who thinks that,” Y/N returning a soft smile.

Before he can ask her what she means by that, Polly calls him over and Thomas lets out an irritated sigh. He gives Y/N a sympathetic look and she stands up letting go of his hand.

“Don’t worry I have to get home soon anyways, I’m feeling a tad tired,” Y/N says trying to uplift his mood.

“Okay but I’m going to take you on those horse rides one of these days,” Thomas says, reminding her of the conversation they had earlier.

“I don’t doubt it,” Y/N laughs. “Don’t take too long you’re my ride,” She says, taking a cigarette out of her purse and putting it between her lips. Searching her bag she tries to find a light.

“Here,” Thomas lights his lighter and puts on her cigarette. “I’ll be back, don't be too bored without me,” He teases.

“It’ll be hard,” She laughs, blowing smoke out of her mouth.

A minute passed by and the cool air blew her hair into her face. Her heart is still beating fast from the conversation she had with Thomas. She hated to admit but she loves his company and the way he makes her feel like she’s on cloud 9. She can’t wait to feel like that over and over again.

People yelling tore her out of her gaze and she turned around seeing Ada push Thomas. Y/N side putting the ashes on the ground and stepping on it. She has signed up for this drama ever since she was 10.

“Holy shit water,” Polly curses as Ada groans, putting her hand on her stomach.

“Bloody hell Ada, you do pick your times don’t you,” Arthur yells making Y/N roll her eyes. As Polly pulls Ada into the car along with Esme Y/N walks up to Thomas.

“You might want take me home before your niece or nephew is born,” Y/N says.

“Don’t you want to be there,” Thomas asks, confused.

“Don’t think she wants me there anyways she has Polly and Esme there to help,” Y/N clears her throat. She really wants to be there with Ada but she doesn’t want to put any more stress on her.

“I’ll have Johnny Dogs take you home. I may need to do something before the baby comes,” Thomas explains.

“Freddie?” Y/N questions raise an eyebrow.

“Maybe who knows,” Thomas gives her a cheeky smile before pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

The ride home was nice, Johnny Dogs wasn’t that bad of a person to talk to. He also commented on how close she had gotten with Thomas and Y/N just shrugged trying to sound convincing when she said there wasn’t anything between them. He just laughed.

A knock on the door disrupted her from her sleep and she looked at the time. It was only 1 am and she had a feeling on who it was.

Padding across the wooden floor she opened the door seeing Thomas standing there wet from the rain. He looked a bit sad and angry.

“What’s wrong Tommy, get in before you catch a cold,” Y/N sternly says/asks and pulls him inside into the warm comfort of her flat.

“They took him,” Thomas whispered.

“Who took who Tommy,” Y/N asks confused as he stood there breathing deeply.

“The police they took Freddie,” Thomas whispered, keeping his eyes on the ground. He didn’t want to see the look in her eyes, the same look in Pollys and every one of his family members.

“How,” Y/N says shocked as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“I don’t know, but everyone thinks that it was me but it wasn’t. I did not call them,” Thomas rushes out like he’s trying to explain it to her.

“They think it was you didn’t they,” Y/N questions after a few moments of silence. He takes a deep breath before walking around the couch to take it. Letting out a shaky breath he nodded.

“I don’t even blame them I could see myself doin’ that,” Thomas says rubbing his face with his hands.

“Want some tea,” Y/N questions trying to change the subject. “It may help calm your nerves,” She says going to her kitchen to make some at least for sure.

“Yeah sure,” Thomas says confused, why isn’t she mad him like Polly or Ada.

While the tea is brewing she walks to the couch and sits next to him. Taking a deep breath she rubs her eyes because she’s still tired.

“Sorry for waking ya,” Thomas apologizes.

“The second apology from Tommy Shelby I must be really special huh,” Y/N teases with a small grin resting on her face, it seems contagious because he lets one out as well.

“You believe me?” Thomas questions quietly rubbing his hand across his chin.

“My gut is telling me you didn’t but it does seem something you would do to protect your family,” Y/N explains. “But I feel like you wouldn’t do that, especially when Ada was giving birth,” She mutters.

“Well that makes you the only one,” Thomas murmurs leaning back on the couch. “You mind if I smoke,” He asks, trying to be polite.

“By all means I smoke here everyday,” Y/N replies and stands up abruptly when she hears the teapot wailing. Whilst she’s up Thomas takes a cigarette and lights a match and puts it on his cigarette.

“Here you go it might be that good, I’m not really good with a kitchen,” Y/N quickly says sitting back down next to him.

“It’s fine I have to be gettin’ home soon anyways,” Thomas reassures her.

Putting his hand on the cup he doesn’t wince at how hot it is which makes Y/N surprised. Gulping down the tea before she even picked hers up makes her shocked. Standing up he puts his cap back, before he could leave Y/N wraps her arms around his neck giving him a hug.

Thomas doesn’t respond for a minute before wrapping his arms around her waist leaning into the hug. Pulling away she presses her lips against his cheek.

“I’ll see you soon Tommy,” Y/N whispers, resting her hands on his arms.

After he left Y/N finally let’s a big breath out. Sitting down she enjoys the silence while taking sips of her tea before walking to her bedroom and lies down. Pulling her covers over her form she ponders on who could’ve taken Freddie.

For a moment she thinks it maybe Thomas, which makes her roll her eyes at her own stupid thought. It does seem like everything is pointing at him but can’t shake the feeling off that it’s not him. A year ago she would’ve completely thought it was him, but ever since she’s been spending so much time with him Y/N can’t help but think it’s not him.

Maybe it’s because of the underlying feelings she has for him but Y/N shakes her head, “Let’s just deal with this shit tomorrow,” She mutters to herself, before closing her eyes finally going into a deep slumber.

Over the next week she’s only seen glimpses of Thomas which confuses her. She thought that she’d be seeing more of him but maybe he just didn’t like her like that. For that reason her heart sinks to her stomach as cleans out a glass.

This past week's Y/N finally came to terms that she has been feeling something for Thomas and it scared the crap out of her. Thomas probably only sees her as his little sister, that’s how he’ll always see her and her heart hurts only at the thought of that.

That’s probably why he’s been avoiding her, because he knows she feels something for him and he doesn’t want to let her down or just plain up reject her. Shaking her head she tries to concentrate on her work but Y/N can’t help having her thoughts wander to Thomas.

“Snap of it Y/N,” She quietly chastises herself.

She bids goodbye to Grace as the blonde walks out of the now empty pub beside Y/N. It was closed which made her let out a sigh of relief, finally she can have some quiet time with just her and her own thoughts.

All night it was just filled with the town drunks who kept asking for drink after drink. And every time the door opened Y/N looked up to see if it was him and every time it wasn’t it made her heart break every time.

Putting the glass away a harsh knock on the door snaps herself out of her self pity. It was probably just some other drunk who thought the pub was still open.

Walking towards the door she opens it hastily getting ready to shout at the person standing there. But her eyes softened when she realized it was Thomas.

Thomas hastily moves past her and walks around the pub, frantically setting up chairs like he’s getting ready for something. Y/N eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Leave that open,” Thomas orders her while pointing a finger in her direction.

He walks around pacing as Y/N returns behind the bar looking at him worried as he breathes heavily. He takes his hat off putting it in his coat pocket. As she goes to pour a glass out for him he shakes his head.

“No,” Thomas rasps out.

“What’s wrong, are you waiting for someone,” Y/N asks, putting the lid on the bottle of alcohol.

“Yeah,” Thomas answers, pulling out a gun and loading it, making Y/N’s heart skip out of fear for a minute.

“This late at night,” She swallowed, trying to calm her heart rate.

“Midnight is as good an hour as any,” Thomas answers, putting the gun on the bar as Y/N lets out a shaky breath.

“What the fuck is going on Thomas,” Y/N curses as his behavior is starting to concern her. She’s never even held a gun this is the closest she’s been to a gun.

“When the St. Andrew’s bell strikes midnight, two IRA men are going to come through that door,” Thomas explains pointing at the door instead of answering her question. Walking around the bar he comes towards her side as he continues to explain. “When they have what they want, they plan to kill me.” He says while bending over picking up another gun from underneath the counter. She didn’t even know that was there. “It’s your job to stop that happening,” He concurs.

“You could’ve given me some warning before you sprung this on me,” Y/N snapped as her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She felt like she was going to have a heart attack.

“I just found out myself,” Thomas explains himself as he loads the gun and loads it. “They want to meet here alone.”

“And barmaids don’t count,” She questions.

“No. Barmaids don’t count.” Thomas answers walking around her and pointing to the back room. “Now, you’re gonna be in that back room. I’m going to be sitting there.” He points to the chair closest to the back room. “When I make a toast, you’re gonna come out with that thing raised.” He turned around to face Y/N pointing to the gun. Y/N stood there fear stricken as he explained all of this to her. “You don’t shoot, you just point. I’ll do the rest.” He reassures her as Y/N grabs the gun with shaky hands.

“Are you gonna kill them or just hurt them?” Y/N questions taking a deep breath.

“No, the police want them alive.” He answers, shaking his head.

“Do they know about this,” She questions, raising an eyebrow, confusion written all over her face.

“Look, just hold it up.” Thomas avoids the question and wraps his hand around her wrist having Y/N point at the wall. His breath on her neck made a shiver go down her spine. “Just point. Right?” He explains and his head snaps in the direction towards the door as the clock goes off. “All right, go.” He pushed her in the direction. “Go on. Go!” He exclaimed.

“I’m going calm down,” Y/N whispers running towards the back room as Thomas gets the glasses and some alcohol.

Y/N takes a deep breath leaning her head against the wall as she hears Thomas walking around trying to get everything ready.

As she hears the door open she lets a silent shaky breath out trying her best to not collapse in that moment. Their footsteps sound louder than they actually are and Y/N holds the gun close to her chest. Biting her lip she tries to stay as still as possible so no one suspects a thing.

To Y/N it seems like they’re doing a trade off, Thomas asking for cash she ponders on what it could be. He mentions them needing a shovel and Y/N prays its not a body they’re going to dig up.

The guys laugh which makes her posture go straighter than it already was. “You thick fucking tinker,” One of the guys spats out. “Did you think we’d let you live,” He questions.

“Make your peace Mr. Shelby,” The other guy says. Y/N wraps her finger round the trigger getting ready for those words.

“I will make my peace my own way.” Thomas tells them. She peeks out the door biting her lip to not let any sounds escape. Thomas sniffs and raises his glass, “To barmaids who don’t count.” He says.

Biting her lip Y/N makes herself knock raising the gun in her hands and she can feel her own shaky breath, hoping she wouldn’t need to use it. Her hands shake as she holds the gun up pointed at the two men. She can tell they’re shocked to see her there and when she sees one put a gun on their lap she pulls the trigger without thinking.

Y/N can tell Thoma’s shocked as he instinctively raises one of his arms above his head. As the guy lays dead there Thomas the other guy gets into a heavy brawl and she just stands there frozen with her gun still pointed at the guy.

When she does try to help she gets backhanded and this is when she realized she should’ve taken some lessons from Ada when she offered. When she does find the strength to get up she sees Thomas head but the guy he’s under.

Her eyes go wide as he grabs a bucket and repeatedly beats the guy up the head. Her mouth drops as she watches the scene before her. She’s never seen Thomas act like this even when they had to beat people up he never did something like this.

She leans against the counter somewhat afraid and somewhat worried about Thomas. As he stands up and takes a deep breath he closes his eyes and walks over to stand in front of her. She lets out a tiny breath as his hand ghosts over her cheek, where she was hit.

Thomas wipes a stray tear that trailed down her cheek. She didn’t even realize she was this close to crying. But somehow his touch made her calm down. Letting out a shaky breath as he grabs the back of her head.

“Why’d you shoot?” Thomas asks and she comes to the conclusion that he didn’t see a gun.

“He had a gun he was going to kill you or me,” Y/N hoarsely replies as more tears start to flow out. “I killed someone.” She whispers as it dawns on her. She had taken a life without thought. If she could do that, what else is she capable of?

“Now you’ve seen the real me,” Thomas whispers, holding her cheeks in his hands.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whimpers as her hands find the lapels of his jacket.

He slowly brings her into a soft embrace and Y/N rests her head into the crook of his neck as his hand softly caresses the back of her head trying to calm her breathing down. She does the same, bringing her hand to his neck lightly, Thomas’s breath is shaky as he breathes in her ear.

They stand there for sometime just enjoying each other’s company and trying to calm down but her head perks up when she hears the door open.

Thomas reluctantly lets go and faces the policemen who stand there in front of them.

“You were supposed to come on the sixth chime.” Thomas snaps pointing a finger at the three men. “You were supposed to come on the fucking sixth chime!” He shouts as the men stand there unfazed.

Thomas rolls his eyes as the policeman walks to the body that he had beaten up.

“They refused to surrender,” Thomas says more calmly as he leans against the bar. Y/N stays back and lets him do the talk as her hands are still shaking. “They fought well. They were brave men.”

“Well, he looks like he was killed by a wild fucking animal,” The policeman says walking up to Thomas with a mocking tone in his voice. “Still. This never happened and they were never here,” He said. “Who cares?” He questioned.

“Get the bodies out of here,” Thomas quietly demands as he can’t even look at what he has done. Still a bit shaken up, she walks to stand beside Thomas.

“All right, are they making the lady uncomfortable?” He asks as he takes a look at Y/N who stands close to Thomas. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it, then, eh.” He says with a tone that made Y/N clench her jaw.

She stands next to him as the police take the bodies. Y/N gives Thomas a light squeeze for reassurance.

Thomas had decided to walk Y/N home which she was secretly thankful for. She was still shaken up at what just happened. There was this comforting silence between them as they walked side by side to her flat. Luckily the fresh air had managed to calm her breathing down.

As they stop in front of the building he hands her a cigarette he’s been taking hits off. She takes it without hesitance and takes a hit and blows the smoke out of her mouth.

“Thanks,” Y/N muttered under breath and handed the cigarette back to him, Thomas gave her a curt nod.

“Get some sleep you need it,” Thomas orders pointing to her door before turning around to walk to his home before Y/N could utter a word.

Walking into her flat was a little bit unnerving after the escapade that just happened. She sets her coat on her couch and decides she’ll just sleep in these clothes as she takes off her shoes.

She pads to her bedroom and lays on the soft comforter and pillow and she lets out a relaxed sigh. Y/N closes her eyes and tries to block out everything that had just happened. It felt like this whole nightmare and she would just wake up and everything would be fine again.

Soon enough her thoughts lead to her falling asleep in a deep slumber.

A couple days went by and Thomas stopped by one to see if Y/N was working and she was. He gave her a soft smile as she looked at him. Y/N returned the gesture and went back to work before he could talk to her, he understood. It was probably traumatic for her as much as it was for him.

When it became dark she saw Harry and Grace talking to each other and she let out a sigh as she poured herself a shot of whiskey. Y/N felt numb as those days went by and she didn’t really know how to feel.

The door chimed as Thomas walked into the pub and he looked at Y/N and she felt herself instantly calm down but her heart started to race again. Not the bad kind but the good kind. He gave a nod towards the private room to her and she got the message and followed him there.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for what happened the other night,” Thomas apologized.

“That’s the third time you apologized to me. I'm starting to feel lucky,” Y/N grins. “What’s wrong,” She asked when she realized something was off with him.

“I’m going to have to lie low for a while,” Thomas blurts out, making Y/N’s eyes widen a little.

“Why? What’s happened,” She questioned as anxiety started to naw at her.

“I lost my bargaining power,” Thomas says. “The copper I told you about, it’s just me and him now,” He explains. “When I get back I promise you we are going to go on that horse ride,” He promises her, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. Her heart felt like it could burst.

“I overheard Harry and Grace saying the police are already in Digbeth,” Y/N rushed out as she had just overhead the man and the blonde.

“Yeah,” Thomas nodded.

“Why did you come here? You could’ve gone somewhere where they couldn’t find you Tommy,” Y/N asks.

Before he could answer Finn opened the door and looked at the two with a scared expression on his face. “The police are in the lane, Tommy!” Finn expresses as he looks out of breath.

Before anyone could do anything she grabbed his hand and said, “Come with me.”

Y/N pulled Thomas out the back door and they rushed down the street in the back alleys to her flat. This is the only place she could think of that would be safe. At least at the top of her head.

Opening the door she holds it open for Thomas and he steps in and puts his cap on the kitchen counter. Turning on the light she can finally let a breath of relief out.

“Hopefully they won’t find you here, I haven't told anyone where I live,” Y/N reassures him, wrapping one of her arms around her body.

“They shouldn’t,” Thomas agrees.

“You want some tea,” She asks, walking towards him.

“Sorry yours sucked last time,” Thomas jokes, giving her a small smile. Y/N laughs gives him a playful shove before walking into the kitchen. “But I will take some whisky if you have it,” He says.

“Whiskey it is,” Y/N gets two glasses out and pours some for her and some for him. She gulps it down before taking a breath. “Sorry it’s been a few stressful days,” She says quietly.

“You got any food,” Thomas asks after gulping his down.

“No, I'm a terrible cook. I usually go to my mothers for food,” Y/N laughs. “She may be a bit annoying but her food is to die for.”

“What about your father,” He questions.

“He actually died before I was born so my mother raised me alone,” Y/N explains, circling her finger around the rim of the glass.

Feeling a bit nervous she goes to her window to see if there’s anyone there and she sighs of relief when she sees no one.

“Don’t worry when the trouble dies down I’ll let you be,” Thomas reassures.

“You don’t have to,” Y/N blurts out without thinking. He raises an eyebrow. “I mean you don’t have to let me be is what I’m saying,” She quickly explains.

“I’m flattered,” Thomas gives her a small smirk.

“You’d do the same for me right,” Y/N questions giving him the same look he’d given her.

“Couldn’t say no to you,” Thomas replies.

“When do ya think it’ll die down, I hate coppers,” Y/N explains and asks.

“Late I would say,” Thomas answers as Y/N wrings her hands in front of her.

“So not til the morning, that’s great I have to stay up worrying they’ll come and get you,” Y/N smiles to let him know she’s joking with him.

“I‘ll stay up with you,” Thomas reassures walking up to her. He puts his hand out. “Would you like to dance?”

“I have no music,” She laughs.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t dance and from what I remember from Ada is that you’re a terrific dancer,” Thomas tells her with a little grin at the corner of his mouth. His palm is still up right and she takes it.

“I’m not that good Ada was exaggerating,” Y/N giggles.

He wraps his arm around her waist and she puts her hand on his shoulder as they dance around her flat. She feels kinda stupid since there’s no music but as he looks at her with his ice blue eyes she feels happy.

He releases her hand and puts it on the other side of her waist and before she can say anything his lips are on hers. At first she's a little shocked but she snaps out of it and puts her hands on both of his cheeks as she kisses him back.

Thomas’s hands are caressing her hips as he guides her through her flat and towards her bedroom. She lets out a moan as his tongue slips in and once they’re finally in her room, she has to take a breath. Thomas uses this to unbutton her dress from the back and she takes his jacket off and then helps him take off her dress.

His lips returned to hers after he took off his shirt. He lies her down and her hand goes to his back as he goes to unbutton her bra. She can already feel how turned on from kissing she is and she’s a little embarrassed about it.

After he got her bra off his lips went to her neck kissing and nipping at the exposed skin that was exposed. She lets out a moan as his lips find her sweet spot. His hand goes to the right boob and uses his thumb to circle her already hardened nipple.

“Tommy,” She moans and arches her back. He continues to lick and nip at the spot that makes her go weak. His hand leaves her boob to go and take off her stockings and panties. Now fully naked Y/N can feel herself start to get embarrassed but before she can do anything his lips return to hers as he goes to unbutton his pants.

His finger swipes across her folds making her whimper as he starts to rub her clit. He flips them over so that she is on top and he continues to kiss her and harshly rub at her clit.

Thomas guides his length to her folds and she lets out a loud moan as he pushes himself in. Luckily she was wet enough and it started to feel good. She started to gyrate her hips and Thomas let out groans as she clenched around him. Y/N wraps her arms around his shoulder as he finally hits that one spot that makes whimper.

“That feel good love,” Thomas whispers in her ear, making her nod and moan louder. His thumb returned to her clit.

He’s close and she knows he is too as she started to gyrate faster and faster. “I’m close Tommy,” She moans in his ear as he grabs her hips to slam into her.

Y/N moans loudly into his ears as she clenches around his cock and cums. Hard. Thomas continues to slam into her until he groans spilling inside of her.

Rolling off of him she pulls the blanket over them both as she’s breathing heavily. Thomas pulls her closer so that she is resting upon his chest. Her fingers ghosts over the tattoo that rests.

“Like your tattoo,” Y/N whispers.

“I like your everything love,” Thomas whispers as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “Get some rest love,” he whispers and she nodded and closed her eyes.

Thomas soon shortly follows and closes his eyes trying to get rest.

When Y/N wakes up she reaches over to the other side she notes that Thomas isn’t there. Y/N sits straight up and looks around to see if he’s in the room. She holds the blanket close to her chest. Looking on the pillow he was sleeping on there’s a note.

Picking it up says. ‘Don’t worry love I’ll be back and we’ll go on the horse ride’ she smiles and brings it closer to her chest. She can feel it. She loves him and it took her sometime to figure it out but she loves him.

Laying back down she stares at the ceiling and can’t help herself when she thinks of the future. No matter what she’ll have the people she’ll always love.

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