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Part Eleven: You're Like Me

Description: After a miscommunication, Tommy apologizes in the only way he knows how. Warnings: Language, self-hatred, Thomas being inept at communication Word Count: 2439 Tag List: @theshelbyslimited @ttaechi @weaponizedvirtue @majesticcmey @optimisticsandwichgladiator @zablife @princesssterek @mm0thie @callsignvenus @ay0nha @mgdixon @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @look-at-the-soul @globetrotter28

You are brave. You insist on this in the cab, and you insist on this when you walk up the driveway, and you insist on this when you knock on the door. You have courage. You think this as you settle in the dining room, at the edge of the long wooden table, the high ceiling and portraits and pale yellow lamps and grandfather clock making you small, insignificant. You speak with strength. You tell yourself this as Tommy walks in, checks on you, and all you can do is nod when he asks if you’re ready. You are worthy of him. This one is the hardest for you to master, the hardest for you to hold onto. You remind yourself this as you hear him greet her, hear their footsteps in the hallway.

When she appears in the doorway, all drawn back shoulders, piercing eyes and impeccable fashion, you lose all sense of yourself. You stand and bow your head, as if a queen has appeared in Arrow House, which in a way, she has. Like Tommy’s, her eyes flick over you like a cat watching a bird, that intensity and deep rooted sense of predatory analysis. She walks right up to you, and you resist the urge to step back, to remove yourself from her aura.

“Polly Gray.” A cigarette dangles from her lips and her outstretched hand is steady, stable, while the one you reach out to shake with shakes slightly. When you don’t respond with your name, her thin smile widens slightly and she tilts her head. “And you are?”

You open your mouth to speak, to give her something, anything, and nothing comes out. Frustrated and embarrassed, you look to Tommy for help, but he gives the slight shake of his head, barely moving it. You’re on your own.

Polly glances back at him, amusement in her sharp brown eyes. “Does she talk?”

“When she wants to.” His answer is immediate. His gaze flickers between the two of you, so neutral that you can’t read what he thinks, whether there’s shame in those deep blue eyes. Whether he regrets choosing you, out of all the women in Birmingham and England and Warwickshire.

“Now would certainly be the time.” She looks back at you, expectant. “Have you not got anything to say for yourself?”

You bite your lip, gaze still on the ground beneath you, desperately wanting to speak, to be strong, to be the person you want to become. You know you can, know you’re capable, but your voice gets stuck and your heart freezes and your lungs stop working and suddenly you’re frozen in a panic you feel in your body but not in your mind.

“I think speaking is a base-level necessity, Thomas.” She turns and starts the long walk out of the room, slowing as she passes him. “You could do better.”

“You don’t even know me.” You step forward, dragging your gaze off the ground to stare at the back of her head. She’s paused, listening as your cracked and clenched voice reaches her. “You have no idea what my life has looked like, and you decide that I’m not good enough just because I can’t always get the words out?”

She chuckles and turns to face you, that reserved smile back on her lips. “That’s more like it.”

Your brow furrows. “Forgive me if I’m not as thrilled as you are.”

“Tommy told me you’d take some convincing. Worth the work, he said.” She moves back towards you, slow, languid, a panther pacing.

“Did he, now?” You shoot a look at him, and find his eyes away from you. “You planned this, did you?”

He takes a drag from his cigarette, gaze still pointedly elsewhere. “Had to. Only way to get you talking.”

“I see.” Your voice grows tight. “Was I all you expected, then, Mrs. Gray? Do I meet your expectations?”

“It’s Polly.” Her smile stays, almost threatening in its own right, proof that no matter what you say, you will not shake the ground she stands on. “You don’t need to be like that. Tommy’s been needing a good woman on his arm. Glad to see he’s found one, after how the last one worked out.”

You laugh humorlessly. It’s supposed to be a compliment, you know this, but Polly also must know that any intelligent woman wants to be more than an ornament on a man’s arm, a trophy for him to parade. She underestimates you, views you as another pretty face, and you don’t know how to prove her otherwise. She’s not to be taken at face value, either. The Shelby’s, the whole lot of them, hide beneath a facade. Arthur’s is brute strength, John’s is humor, Tommy’s is intensity, and Polly’s is charm. Ada seems to be the only exception.

“I think I do need to be like that, actually.” You cross your arms, fingers playing at the shirt you wear. “I’m stepping from one dangerous world to another. I’d rather keep my guard up, thanks.”

“Danger comes from wanting more than what you have.” She glances at Tommy, quick and sweeping. “I doubt you’ll do that.”

You’re at a loss for words. How do you explain to her that you never had the privilege of wanting more? How do you explain that you’re stuck as a child learning to crawl, and you can’t lift your head to see that others can walk? Her words point towards Tommy but squash you at the same time, making you simple and lesser.

“This is wanting more.” You look down. “This is more than I’ve ever had.”

Your vulnerability earns you silence. You think that, in their world, no one wants to admit that they’ve been hurt, that they’ve been on the ground looking up at the sky, wishing they could fly like the birds. No one wants to admit that they’re human. And you just did exactly that. After a moment, you look up at them, afraid of what you’ll see but even more afraid of what you might miss.

Polly’s eyes lock onto Thomas’. Quiet communication flows between them, something so quick that you can’t follow. Within a couple seconds, Tommy gives her a subtle nod, and she sighs. Her eyes shift back to you, searching your face for something. You swallow hard. Keep your head up, your shoulders back. Meet her eyes and let her peer into you.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into,” she says to you, her tone softer than before, more welcoming.

“I do.” You think it might be a lie. You think you’re stepping into a storm that you’ve never weathered before, thinking that you can save yourself while battling the wind.

“And you.” She turns to face Tom again. “I hope you tell her what you’re doing.”

“I do.” His eyes flick to yours, and you immediately look away. You don’t feel warm towards him at the moment, don’t feel like allowing him the privilege of silent connection.

“Alright.” She smiles faintly at you, then turns to start her walk out of the room. “Then my job here is done. See you at the meeting, Tom.”

You watch her go, your heart in your throat. You close your eyes and fall into a brief fantasy where everything is simple and everything is good. In this world you aren’t battered or bruised, aren’t scarred or scared, and you’re brave enough to speak without being manipulated to do so. In this world you know that his ‘I do’ was not a lie like yours. In this dream you hold a knife and your hand does not shake when you lift it.

Tommy clears his throat and you open your eyes and the world of your creation disappears, and you’re left with the coldness of the dining room, the emptiness of the fifty seats, all but one unoccupied. You sit back down and place your head in your hands, your elbows on your knees.

“Thomas,” you say, a little hesitant, a little scared. Now that Polly is gone, now that your own mask has dropped, there’s hollowness to your chest and a strange pulling sensation on your eyes, like you haven’t slept in days. “Am I just… work to you?”

He stays where he is, leaning against the wall to your right, his suit jacket in one hand and his cigarette in the other. As usual, he seems to be searching for something in your expression, eyes observing the subtle changes in your face like one would study a newly-discovered animal. His jaw works slightly and he looks away. “Sometimes you are. Sometimes you aren’t.”

You look down at your hands in your lap, your fingers pulling at each other until they hurt, then relaxing. “Oh.”

“Everything’s fucking work.” He gestures vaguely, voice too tense to be calm but too casual to be conflict.

“I’m not supposed to be work,” you say quietly. “I’m not supposed to be part of that.”

He pauses, dropping his arm with the cigarette to his side and furrowing his brow slightly. He opens his mouth to speak, but you stand and speak before he can.

“I need to get to the horses. I better go.” You start for the door, half hoping he’ll follow you, try to convince you to stay, but he doesn’t. He stays where he is, watching you go in silence, his brow still furrowed in that strange, almost confused expression.

You work in the orange hour of the evening, sweating and thirsty and hungry and ignoring all of it. Work, work, work, all of it a reminder that you yourself take up too much energy, that you’re a burden on those around you. You squint in the falling light and convince yourself that the extra liquid in your eyes comes from the dryness of the coming cold.

You thought that, maybe, he’d tolerate you. That his lying and stealing and cheating and all the crime that creep through his bones would balance you out. That all the pent-up anger and vulnerability and broken promises and the gentleness of your touch would make up for the fact that it was you he was looking at, you he was pursuing. You didn’t want to be saved, you wanted to feel worthy of being saved.

You’re a chore. You’re work.

You retire to your house long after the sun has set, wiping the sweat from your brow and skipping the bath to crawl into bed. You don’t close your eyes. Staring out at the stars in the sky, wondering whether you’ll ever be small enough to fit into someone’s life. You’re a broken thing, and yet, you stare out at the sky like you did when you were a child, wanting to touch the stars even if they burned you.

A few hours later, the clattering of machinery and the steady pound of horse hooves outside your house disturbs your stupor. You sit up in bed, trying to see through the haze of night. Squinting, the shape of a horse-drawn carriage comes vaguely into view. You catapult out of bed, pulling clothes on haphazardly, and your bare feet patter down on the cold wooden floor as you make your way to the kitchen. You unlock a drawer, open it, and pull out a gun, ready to defend yourself, unwilling to be a victim in your own home.

You rush out into the night, and freezing air hits your face. You’re not dressed for the cold, wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt and pants. You hold the gun up, aiming carefully at the carriage from the doorstep, waiting for someone to draw a bead on.

“Put the gun down.” Tommy’s voice calls from the carriage. You do as he says, stepping back into your house to place it back in its drawer. When you come back out, your eyes fall on a gleaming white horse, elegant and seemingly glowing in the night.

“What the fuck?” You step down onto the driveway, slowly approaching Tommy, who holds the horse’s lead rope loosely, allowing him to hold his head up high, staring out into the darkness.

“You didn’t get a horse from the track.” His quiet, irritatingly calm voice answers your question smoothly. “Figured you could use someone helping you.”

“Tommy.” Conflicting thoughts bounce through your skull. You don’t want to see him, not after what he said, but he’s brought you a horse all the way from the racetrack, something that usually costs you a few months worth of savings. You open your mouth, then close it and shake your head, not knowing what to say.

“His track name is ‘Watch Me Forever.’” He reaches out a hand to stroke the stallion’s neck. “Needs a barn name.”

“This is the gray you liked. The one with the broken leg.”

“Paid to have it fixed. A few months of recovery and he’ll be ready.”

“Tommy.” You resist the urge to punch his chest. “You can’t just do that!”

“Why not?”

“Now I’m— I’m in debt to you.” You shake your head. “You can’t do this.”

The stallion’s neck arches and he reaches down his soft pink nose to sniff at you, ears forward, eyes soft. Tommy is quiet for a moment, and all that’s heard between you is the warm breath of the horse.

When he speaks, it’s not the usual, well thought out, precisely planned phrasing. It’s awkward and rambling and, you have to admit, endearing. “Gentling a horse is work. It’s not easy. Teaches you more about yourself than it does about the damn horse. Makes you a better person; more patient, kinder. It’s— It’s work, but if I could choose between that and anything else, I’d choose the horse every fucking time. Does this make any sense?”

You stare at him, and a weight lifts off of you. “Yes. I think it does.”

His eyes search your face, soft and beseeching. “You understand me?”

“Thank you for explaining what you meant, Tom. I forgive you. I—” You hold back the cliches bubbling in your throat, trying to push you to say something too soon, too recklessly. “I understand you.”

He nods, looking as relieved as you feel. His eyes turn back to the stallion, his posture straightening, his expression moving back to something harsher, more businessman-like. “What will you call him, then?”

“I think… I think Iris is good.” You stroke his soft nose, looking at his eyes, one blue, one brown

“That’s a woman’s name.”

“It’s a fucking flower, Tom. Flowers don’t have gender.”

He shrugs. “Iris it is, then. Iris it is.”

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on thomas shelby in which y/n is a girl in her early 20's who's his girlfriend. lately he's been super busy with work and they haven't spent much quality time together. during one of his dinners at arrow house she purposely acts flirty with some of the male guests just to make tommy jealous and get a reaction out of him. it works and after dinner he confronts her about it but she acts clueless. they have an "argument" during which he understands she actually did that on purpose. that soon turns into a heated makeout session cause they're both craving for each other and where he gets kinda "possessive" (in a good way).

thanks :)

Hey Love!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it. The ending is a bit different, hope that's alright. I also may have thrown in more than kissing...

An extra super duper big thank you to @theshelbyslimited not only did Cass approve this outline and get me motivated to write it she also cooked up the best line in the story!

Warnings: smut, spanking, possessive dom, nothing super descriptive (compared to my other stuff), mentions of potential cheating, sad childhood vibes.

You woke up and sighed heavily at the neat blankets on the other side of your bed. Well, your boyfriend's bed. You looked around the massive room and felt a dreadful feeling start to creep up the back of your neck again. The hangover you had was making the room spin slightly as blood pounded in your ears.

You and Thomas had been going out for almost 7 months. You had nothing personal at his house as you rarely slept there. Most of the time was spent at your flat in London. You’d spent the night last night because everyone was too drunk to drive you home.

You rolled over onto your side running your hands over the silky sheets, missing your bed back home. Remembering that the big charity gala was tonight you realized you would need to get home soon in order to be ready in time.

You moved to the bathroom and then pulled on last night's dress.

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Your head was pounding as you moved down the stairs. Walking down the hall you heard a sound that made your stomach drop.

A very feminine giggle escaped from Thomas’s office. You knew you should barge in there, all of Esme’s warnings flashed before you. A feeling that had been stuck inside you since childhood started to take over making you feel small and worthless.

Stupid man.

You knocked on the office door.

“Come in.” Tom’s voice called out quickly. He was sitting at his desk looking unamused at his guest who was thankfully fully dressed and sat opposite to him.

He introduced you and you immediately disliked the woman lounging in the chair. She was sprawled out looking much too comfortable, but there was something off about her. Her gaze and smile were eerie.

“Sorry to bother you, I should probably be off.” You siad keeping your voice neutral.

“I’ll take you.” He gave you a nod. “Thanks for coming by Diana.”

“I’ll tell Mosley you got the message. It was nice meeting you.”

She left the room and a maid took her towards what you assumed was the front door. Mosley? Anything to do with him is an absolute problem. The man was twisted and the evil sensation that clung to her like a cloud suddenly made sense.

However, the woman was young, blonde, and reminding you of Tommy’s late wife Grace. Your mind had already started to prepare you for the breakup. You were caught up in your thoughts and suddenly you were in the passenger seat on the way home.

“You alright?” Tom asked eventually sliding his hand across the seat to grab yours.

“We haven't spent a lot of time together.” You blurted out. It was easier than asking him if he was cheating. You knew his reputation when you had started going out with him, it wouldn't be unlike him to break promises.

“Been busy.” He shrugged. “Lots happening with work.”

“Is Diana just for work?” You whispered unable to speak clearly.

“Yes.” He answered seriously. “Do me a favor?”

“What?”” you asked still trying to decide if you should trust his answer about Diana.

“Wear the red dress tonight eh?”

“Alright.” You said thoughts spinning. He kissed you and you ran up to your apartment wishing you had someone to talk to that wasn't related to him.

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You were late to the party but as you weren't engaged or married to Thomas it didn't really matter. No one took you very seriously anyway.

You wore the red dress paired with an elegant diamond necklace he had gifted you for your birthday. They felt heavy resting on your neck. No matter how much you tried to reassure yourself that he was just busy with work, the pain in your stomach wouldn't budge. Walking up the steps you saw a couple flirting with each other on a balcony.

Watching them laugh you had an excellent and horrible idea. Maybe you could make him jealous? Then he would pay more attention to you, while also confirming that he is faithful.

You decided it should be fine as long as you were subtle and nothing got too out of hand.

Scanning the room your eyes landed on Tom’s favorite business partner and you smiled. This was going to be fun.

“You're late.” His voice caught you as you turned around.

“Takes time to look this lovely.” You smiled up at him as Tom’s blue eyes devoured your appearance.

“What a lie.” He kissed the top of your head and for a moment you felt like maybe you wouldn't need your plan. “I have to keep a close eye on Mosley. Try to keep yourself out of trouble.” He whispered in your ear as he held you in an embrace. To anyone else, you would have looked like two lovers sharing a moment.

You couldn't help but frown as he pulled away from you and moved into the sitting room. He didn't even introduce you to anyone. You stood there awkwardly watching all the wealthy people, a great deal older than you laugh and socialize.

You looked around for your original lifeline and caught him by the window with a disgruntled face.

Once reaching him you enjoyed the exasperated sigh he let out. Tommy kept you far away from all things related to the business, but no matter how hard he tried you had ended up running into Alfie a great deal.

“Alfie!” You said in a cheerful voice. His eyes looked you over for a moment and for some reason you felt he already knew what you were planning.

“Here to piss off your man then?”

“How did you - Never mind. You stay by me it will prevent you from having to talk to the rest of the people here.”

“And make Thomas angry.” He said with a smile and a glint in his eye. He reached out his rough calloused hand for you to shake.

The rest of the evening you held on to his arm and enjoyed the stories he told you. You didnt need to fake laugh because his description of Tommy in most of his stories was genuinely funny.

You saw Tom's eyes land on you a few times throughout the night. Other times tipsy men would come up and try to steal you away from Alfie’s side making you all the more grateful for his presence.

You didn't want to fight off all the creeps alone. Another reason to be angry at Thomas.

The night passed quickly as you and Alfie chatted about family, history, the world, conflicts, and religion. You enjoyed his company and started to dread the end of the evening.

But the time had come when he had to leave. He gave you a large bear hug and wished you the best of luck with a wink.

The rest of the guests left including the family which you thought was odd. Normally for late parties like this, they would spend the night.

Polly gave you a hug and told you how pretty you looked in your gown.

“Certainly made an impression on Thomas! He’s kicking everyone out. Have a good night!” She kissed your cheek and winked at you.

He kicked everyone out? Your stomach twisted, this wasn't going to go over well.

Your goal was to go to bed next to him, but your prize was appearing to be more of a night on the couch.

You stood in the dining room watching the drunk socialites stumble out of the house. He shook hands and thanked people, but soon it was empty. Just the two of you.

You watched him look you over from the doorway to the dining room, eyes dark, expression shut down. You thought about being the first one to speak but decided against it. He was the one that started this whole situation.

“Had a lot to say to Alfie tonight.” He said in a cold voice.

“Well, sue me for actually enjoying someone listening to what I have to say, unlike a certain someone who’s barely spoken to me in a fortnight” Your words were equally as cold despite not wanting to fight.

“Ah, and Alfie listened to what you had to say eh?” He laughed darkly.

“Yes, he even did me the favour of keeping the creeps away. Should hire him for every-” Something flashed in his eyes preventing you from finishing your sentence. He caught you off guard by coming towards you. He walked towards you with such confidence and anger you had to fight your instinct to run away.

His hands raised towards you and you flinched. You were relived to feel the nature of his touch was not something to run from. His hand squeezed the back of your neck tightly, forcing your lips up towards his mouth.

His lips crashed against yours with passion and you let him take what he wanted. His other hand gripped your rib cage holding you in place.

"Mine." He breathed between kisses making your heart feel like it was about to explode.

You kissed him back feeling yourself start to slip away. He kissed down your neck, and suddenly your dress slipped down your body. Your mind briefly wondered when he got the buttons and zipper undone - all mysteries were banished as he tuned you around. He pushed you against the table and you shivered when your breasts pressed against the cold polished wood of the table.

His hand came down on your ass hard enough that the sound bounced around the empty space. Pain and pleasure ran through you like electricity.

“Don’t. You. Ever.” He said in between blows. “Go. Looking. For. Someone. Else. To Listen.”

Embarrassment flooded your face as you felt the wetness between your legs begin to drip down your thighs.

Looking up at the large space, knowing that any of the staff might wonder in caused a weird sort of chaos to swirl in your veins.

“I - I Won’t” You breathed. You expected another round, still unsure of why this was making you so turned on. His hand gently caressed the red flesh.

“Please.” You whimpered with tears starting to spill over on your cheeks. He didn't waste any more of your time. He took you roughly on the table. Relentlessly forcing orgasms from your body. When you felt spent and overstimulated his words would soothe you back into doing exactly what he wanted and needed.

Eventually, he wore himself out and you laid there on your back looking up at the chandelier, mind only processing the twinkles in the crystal. Your whole body was floating and you couldn't really think well enough to sort out what was going on.

You felt rested. He laid on the table next to you, out of breath with his chest heaving.

“You on the table like that really brings the room together.” He said with a smile on his face. You remember his family's hate for the room and let out a laugh.

"I'm sorry," he said after a long while.

"What?" You must have imagined him saying it because there was no way Thomas Shelby would be apologizing to you. He never apologized for anything - ever.

"I'm sorry, for being busy. For the party - and well -" his voice trailed off.

"Oh don't have to apologize for that." You laughed. His eyes roamed over your body and he rolled onto his side placing a softer kiss on your lips.

After that he carried you up to bed, settling himself next to you.

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@theshelbyslimited Thank you again for “Well, sue me for actually enjoying someone listening to what I have to say, unlike a certain someone who’s barely spoken to me in a fortnight”

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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All we’d ever need (Part 15)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

The last part in the bathtub was one of the very first ideas I had 💕

⚠️ ⛔️ 🔞 Warning: Smut

✨A/N: Even though this is not the last part, I have a few thank you I don’t want to miss, first, to the genius behind this idea @lyarr24 all of this started with a “what if Tommy’s girl gets pregnant but she doesn’t feel secure of having a baby because of Tommy being Tommy, thank you for that Lee-Anne and for all the other ideas you shared along the way.

All Gifs by @thesoldiersminute ✨ (Thank you for your constant support through this series, seriously your gifs make a huge difference) 💛

Also big thanks to @theshelbyslimited for the poem!! I loved getting a chance to share this piece of art here, I think Tommy, the poet is a side of him we didn’t get to see on the show 💖

There’s also a line inspired by a @peakypoet quote 🙂

I’m sorry this got a bit longer, but there are so many things happening ☺️

You wanted Y/N to show off the Shelby bump? There you go 😉

Derby Day.

“Your. Body’s. So. Fucking. Hot.” Tommy praised between Y/N’s legs, his fingers moving at speed in and out from her center, over and over again, moving rhythmically just as her heavy breathing. His tongue joining seconds later.

The pleasure blinding her momentarily. “Tooo-oh-my.” Her hips bucked involuntary against him.

Withdrawing his fingers, Y/N lifted her upper body leaning on her elbows to look at Tommy, she puffed. He licked his lips and resumed his previous work.

“Let it go, love.”

Hooking his fingers upwards he smirked lustfully while Y/N couldn’t control it anymore and came hard against his hand and mouth.

“Ah, ah… oh.”

Y/N was still laying on her back, trying to catch her breath.

“You’re turning into a sex machine, I swear.” He chuckled. “Fucking horny all the time.”

“Do I hear someone complaining?” She let a loud sigh out. “I thought you said you’d be my slave?” She meant joking for one of his poems.

Tommy crawled on the bed to kiss her lips. “I am.” He admitted without hesitation.

Hopefully once the baby was born, they’d be able to go back to normal, they were still careful about the baby, even that it seemed lately the pregnancy seemed to be going well. But for now, he was pleased with his job, Y/N had already made him cum, she didn’t stop until he reached his release.

After the extasis they shared, silence overcame around them. Y/N was moving her finger over the sun rays tattoo on his chest. “Tommy?”

Worryingly, he looked down at her.

“I know you’re doing this for us, but please… be careful? We need you.” She couldn’t bear the idea of him getting hurt.

“And I need you to stop worrying about this.” His hands moved down her round stomach, his lips kissing all over. “For me? For this little peanut?” He made a playful attempt to bite her bump. “Cheer up, everything will be just fine, love.”

Hovering over her body, Tommy supported his weight on his arms and knees.

It was easier said than done, of course. She was emotional and couldn’t help the worry. “Just go already.”

He tried to stay positive and pass it on to her, but he couldn’t really blame Y/N, he could only imagine the uncertainty she was dealing with. Kissing her temple, Tommy got up from the bed to get ready for the day.

***

“May I ask what this was about?” James asked as they walked to the car. He only stayed outside for five minutes.

“No.” Tommy chuckled and started the engine. “But I’ll share a secret with you because my woman likes you, James.” He handled James the pin of the grenade. “Do you know what that is?”

“No.”

“That’s called bluffing, when you’re playing cards you bluff so the other opponents think what you want them to think.” James’ features were full of confusion. “I told ‘em you had a wire to blew us all.”

James went pale, while he was enjoying it.

“Why would you do that?”

Tommy couldn’t stop the smirk. “To have things the way I wanted to.”

“And what if it went wrong?”

“They would’ve shot us.” Tommy looked at James. “Don’t get sick in my car.”

***

After Tommy kissed her hair as goodbye, Y/N paced the room, she just wanted the day to be over to see him again. The bath didn’t help to calm her nerves, perhaps she should take her sketchbook outside and make a couple of new jewelry draws to keep her mind off the races.

Taking her tools, she found a note under the pencils case.

“Trust in me and I shall trust in you,

howbeit scattered is your view,

our love forever remains true,

In your hour of need,

On my shoulder you may lean,

When you fall to your knees,

You can always trust in me,

My hand you may hold,

Oh, the way we two mould,

Like two broken pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle,

Although we may struggle,

Through all the shovels and the tunnels,

In my arms shall you fall,

You and me against the world.

Yours, Tommy.

Feeling her eyes watering by Tommy’s words, she changed her mind, a relief sigh escaped her lips, at the memory of a dress that fitted her pregnant figure. Now she realized she made a terrible mistake by sending him to the races without a goodbye kiss. What if that morning was the last time she saw Tommy?

“Isaiah, can you help me and get the car ready?”

“Where are we going ma’am?”

Looking into the boy’s eyes, she answered: “To the races.”

***

“Look at her! Hello, hello, hello.” He walked towards his horse, gently caressing between the forehead and the muzzle, whispering Romani words of encouragement: “It’s okay… you will win another races Princess.”

“After the race I’ll change in the horse box and come and join you with the toffs. What do you say?” He could feel May’s eyes on him.

Looking around he nodded. “Hmm. Yeah.”

There it was again, no matter what she did. He kept rejecting her. “You don’t want me to join you.” It wasn’t a question. “It’s fine, I’ll sit here in the mud.”

Shaking his head, Tommy sighed, debating whether to tell her or not.

“I’m sorry, May… for involving you in this. I’m really sorry for the damage I’ll cause.”

“I asked John about her. The woman who hurt you, I will help you forget about her.”

“She’s in the past, now. That no longer hurts, I’ve other things on me mind.”

“I don’t understand then.”

Looking at his watch, he sighed. “You’ll probably hate me for this.”

“Tommy…”

“I’m with someone, we’ve been together for a while.” He finally let everything out, he couldn’t allow his lies to keep growing, making May think that she had a chance.

One of her hands came up to her mouth, she was in shock.

“That’s why you evaded me, every time I tried to get close to you…”

“Like I said, I’m sorry that was a low thing to do to you.”

“You should’ve told me.” She reproached in a low voice. “I would’ve never get involved with a married man.”

They weren’t married yet, but he decided to not correct May.

Hiding his hands in his pockets he admitted: “You wouldn’t have helped me then.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You don’t have to keep helping me, I’ll understand.”

May seemed to think of it for a while. “You’re paying me to train your horse… and that’s what I’ll do.”

He knew he shouldn’t ask for anything else, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And the licenses?”

“We’ll see about that.” Without much thinking, she decided to accept his honesty, that was all she could get from him after all.

“You can join us up there later.” When he saw her nod, Tommy touched her arm. “Bye.”

After stalking Russell around the area where people placed their bets, Tommy followed him to the private are reserved for only a few people, there was a waiting list of over a year, but of course with his contacts, being at the top of that list wasn’t a real problem.

“I’ve to talk to you.”

The problem was that while waiting on the queue, Grace appeared out of the blue.

“Grace, what are you doing here?” His eyes moved around.

“I have to talk to you.” She repeated.

Looking up to keep an eye on Russell, he spoke again: “Grace. This is not a good time.” Taking a long puff of his cigarette, he walked down the stairs pulling her by the arm. “Let’s go this way. Excuse us.” Breaking through a group of people, he guided her around the stairs. What the hell was she doing there?

“Whatever it is, Grace, it’ll have to wait.”

“I can’t wait.” She demanded. “It wasn’t me who is at fault, I found my husband’s medical records, he can’t have children.”

He looked up again, he didn’t give a fuck about her husband. He needed this to be done at the right time and place.

“I can fill for divorce, we can finally get back together.”

“Grace, I seriously have things to do.”

“It’s not worth the toss of a coin this time?”

His patience running low. “Grace, I have things to do. When they are done, I will decide.” She just didn’t understand.

“When will that be?”

“After the race.” He snapped.

She couldn’t believe that. “After the race?” Was she less important than that? “After the fucking race, Tommy?”

Russell was being walked inside. “When the race is over, I will decide what to do. What to fucking do, all right?”

“But Tommy… tell me there’s a chance for us.” She pleaded. “Just tell me that I was right by coming here today.”

“Grace.” How far was she willing to take this?

“Because the thing is… I love you, not him.” She confessed.

He finally had her where he wanted her to be. Begging for something she wouldn’t have back. “That is a thing.” He let her touch his face, but this time, it did nothing to him, she finally didn’t hold any power over him, like she used to do.

He agreed to see her where they lay the bets, and that would be his last move on her.

He enjoyed a lot driving Campbell nuts with the thought of Grace and him together, the face the prick made after he rubbed Grace’s words in his face, it was a priceless moment he would never forget, this would be the last time they would see each other and he had so many reasons to hate him; for hurting Polly, Michael, sending a traitor into his life… Oh, but today, he would get revenge. He was so sure of his strategy that when he looked into his eyes, Tommy found fear in them. For a mere second, but it was there.

***

May walked out of the box she used to change her clothes to have one last look at the horse, she didn’t win. But as she walked closer, she found someone caressing the horse’s neck.

“Who’s she?” She asked the man who was taking care of Hope.

“She says she owns the horse.” He removed dust from his pants. “Said she’s with Mr. Shelby. Be careful on the way out, some gypsies are burning the licenses.”

May stared at her, as the woman walked to the front, her bump was evident. Tommy not only loved another woman, he was going to have a baby with her.

And now she understood everything, Tommy wasn’t interested in winning the race, he wanted everybody to lose their pitches. And he had been using her. She needed to clear her mind.

“Y/N!” Polly finally found her and grabbing her by the arm, she tried to take her out of the ring.

“Godmother, wait… I forgot to give you this.” Y/N took a small box from her father’s jewelry brand, a beautiful pair of earrings made with pearls and crystals were about to decorate her naked ears. “For good luck… even though we lost the race.”

“My girl, thank you so much, but you shouldn’t be alone here.” Things could go wrong at any time.

“I won’t stay, just wanted to see Tommy, I know he’s busy.”

“Goodness, and you couldn’t just tell one of the boys? Let’s find him and get you out of here.”

Tommy was still shaken by the events with Lizzie and Russell, he should’ve moved faster, he shouldn’t have wasted so much time, he genuinely felt sorry for her, but there was nothing he could do about it now. In the end Russell was dead and his part of the job was done.

Now, he needed to do one more thing and he would be done for real, piss off Darby Sabini, just for the pleasure of fucking him over. To prove him wrong, to make it clear that a gypsy with nothing in his pocket could take him over. And while he got that for dessert after a successful day at the races, his boys would be taking over the gaming licenses.

But as he was moving around to get into the suites area, Y/N’s voice made him stop on his track.

“Are you all right love? What happened?” He looked at her worryingly, Polly behind her with the same look of worry he had on his face, she shouldn’t be here today. “It’s alright Pol, just go.” She still had one thing to do.

“Nothing.” She followed him through the crowd. “I just found your poem.” He tried to walk her to another place.

Grace just had an unpleasant encounter with May Carleton, did she sleep with Tommy? She assured her being his horse’s trainer, were they close? She had so many questions, but she would wait for him.

She loved him.

Wandering around to find a place to sit, she had to stop by the sight in front of her; Tommy was holding a woman close to his body, and his hands were moving from her face, to her shoulders and then down… to her bump. She had to blink a couple of times.

“Where’s your tie? And what happened to your face?” He was bleeding.

“I didn’t see a branch, it was torn.” Just looking at her and he could feel the calmness.

Tommy couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Leaning her face against his palm, she knew it was ridiculous, but she couldn’t keep it from him.

“I love you, Tommy… and I trust you.” Looking into his eyes, they were so blue like the sky. Pulling him down by the neck, she owned his mouth, his soul and body.

Tommy gave in, because in that very moment, Y/N’s kiss was all he needed.

Grace felt as if a horse had kicked her in the stomach when she saw the way Tommy smiled at that woman after pulling apart. She wanted to scream and curse, he made her believe there was an open door for them, she said she loved him! How could he forget about her just like that?

“I love you too.” He couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his lips, she placed his peaked cap in place, her eyes shining. “And you came all the way here just for a kiss?”

“I needed to kiss you and I’m sorry Hope lost.” Tommy stole another one.

“Will you go back to the chalet?” She nodded. “I will see you later.”

Polly’s mind went blank as she walked out of the phone cabin. The look Campbell gave her the instant she fired her gun would forever be in the back of her mind. But he deserved for taking advantage of her and hurting her son. She felt disgusted by the memory of his hands on her, but it made her feel much better to know he wouldn’t be around anymore.

Y/N’s earrings definitely gave her the luck she needed in order to be brave and fearless and finish with that bastard.

She walked around the place with her perfect white and expensive suit stained with blood.

***

But later turned into dark and Tommy was nowhere to be seen, Esme tried to convince her to join everybody in the pub where they would be celebrating but Y/N refused the invitation. It took her a long time to accept Jeremiah’s advice to go with him and wait at the betting shop, that would be better than waiting for Tommy at the chalet alone.

He was nowhere to be seen and even though she should be used by now to constant worry, but being honest she would only feel calm when she could see him in one piece.

His mind was working at speed, still trying to process everything.

He wanted to go to the chalet to be with Y/N, but first, he needed a drink, to bring his heart rate back to normal.

Tommy couldn’t believe he was that close to be dead.

Finally all his dreams would take off.

“I’ve got some ideas, Michael… for the future of the company. And also…” Looking at the ceiling, there was one thing he couldn’t keep out of his mind.

“I’m planning on getting married.”

Storming into his office without knocking, she could only focus on Tommy. “You’re here, you’re alright.” She cried touching his face, the cut on his temple seemed bad. His arms were around her, pulling her as closer as the bump allowed.

Tommy waved Michael goodbye with his hand.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, I just needed a fucking minute.”

Kissing her deeply, hard, devouring all of her.

“I was so worried, nobody knew where were you.”

Tommy stopped her worries by kissing her lips, his voice soft when he spoke. “Sorry… I went for a walk.”

“First the branch, now the walk… you’ve blood, Tommy. And I don’t believe you.” He chuckled.

“One of these days, I will tell you. But not today, my love, not today.” In her eyes, he found all the love he didn’t know he was looking for.

“Oh Tommy, sometimes I think I’m just giving you bad ideas.” He chuckled. “Jeremiah says when I found you… that woman saw us, together.” Tommy smile grew bigger.

“I made sure Campbell went straight to hell thinking we were back.” He kissed Y/N’s nose. “Your ideas are the greatest, keep them coming.”

Y/N was too tired to go back to the chalet, her back was killing her, the baby had been moving all day long inside of her.

Once Tommy closed the door and poured the last bucket of water into the bathtub in front of the fire, Y/N got up gloriously naked in front of him, the flames lighting her bump. With wet fingers, she started to undo Tommy’s buttons in silence. Helping her down again, he joined inside the bathtub, it was small for the two of them, well, three. But he enjoyed the closeness.

Using a clean cloth, she wiped away the blood from his temple gently to not hurt him. But Tommy had other ideas and as Y/N was focused on taking care of him, his wet hand moved around the back of her head to pull her for another kiss, she lost balance and the bump ended crashing against him, the water splashing to the floor. Y/N pulled away breathless, she could feel something different in him, something bigger than Tommy. She asked him to turn around to wash his back and shoulders, his body felt so tense, feeling his skin she moved the soap and sponge around his neck to remove the blood, then with a small bowl she let the water run from behind down his chest, her hands running up and down his back.

“You��re so quiet.”

Blinking a couple of times, he realized he would be able to see his child grow up, he would be there to hold the baby’s hand, he would get to show his boy or girl how to ride a horse, his last name would be passed from one generation to another, and his children would get the chance to enjoy the empire he was building.

“Just thinking.” He replied in a low voice.

For someone who was constantly facing death, this was a chance he wouldn’t let go.

“About?” Y/N passed her arms around his torso, Tommy covered her hands on his chest.

“Us. The future.”

Kissing his shoulder, Y/N smile at the thought of it. “Tommy?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you’ll be a great politician one day.”

Staring into some point on the wall, Tommy smiled.

“I will.”

***

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Dangerous Affair

An Alfie Solomon's X Arleth Shelby(FemOC) One-Shot

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A/N: Hi everyone I hope you all have been enjoying Fall so far and yes I am back again with another One-Shot of our favorite Camden Town gangster. This was just cute and wanted to bring more of the Peaky Blinders world and also include Thomas in the picture. And yes this is a Thomas Shelby sister fic with a twist with Alfie. I hope you all enjoy this short story of a forbidden love that shouldn't exist between a Shelby and a Solomon's. Thank you all again for following and as always please comment, reblog and enjoy my stories. It means alt for the blog and I appreciate every single one of you as always. Please as always enjoy this short story and catch you guys on the next chapter or One-Shot. See Ya!!!

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WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Fluff, Some Smoking, Some Cussing, and SMUT!!!

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“Polly please, you’re the only person who I can rely on and trust, unlike Tommy and the boys. I… I have a confession to make,” Arleth said, stopping her pacing around the small living room while her Aunt Polly sat on the couch with her arms crossed together.

“Arleth, whatever it is you’re going to say to me, I will support you no matter what. Tell me, my child, what would you like to tell me?” said the grown woman, patting the side of the couch gesturing for her niece to sit down.

The girl took a seat next to Polly as she took in slow, deep breaths. Feeling that her heart would burst out of her chest at any moment. Nervous to tell her wise and caring aunt about what she was going to say that might either be joyful about or be wildly upset. Arleth clasped her hands together, placing them on top of her knees while Polly placed a gentle hand behind her back.

“Go on, my dear, tell me what’s on your mind. Is someone causing you trouble again? Or did one of your brothers say something that made you feel uncomfo-.”

“I love Alfie Solomon’s auntie Polly, and he wants me to be his bride. And… if you can grant me permission to be with him, he is not a wicked man as Tommy and the boys think he is. Mr. Solomon’s has been awfully gentle and sweet, and never put a single hand on me. But you have the last word and if you say no, then… well, I’ll guess I have to decline his offer,” Arleth said, lowering her eyes down, tightening her hands together, feeling sweat forming against her palms.

She felt Polly’s hand stop mid-way behind her back, knowing that this was going to be a terrible talk. Polly felt so many emotions at that moment, trying to acknowledge if she heard her niece correctly or if she was fooling around. Arleth felt herself become anxious and felt her heart pumping uncontrollably. Expecting to be yelled at the most and knowing what type of afflictions she will get into with her brothers. But what shocked her the most was what Polly told her next: that she didn’t expect the most.

“How long have you two been seeing each other” Polly said, making Arleth gaze back into the old woman’s eyes.

“Your not mad at me, auntie Polly? Not even for a single bit?” said Arleth in a timid tone. Her hands fiddled together as she was holding her breath in between.

“Well, yes, in some parts I am disappointed with who you are in love with, knowing that it is Tommy’s enemy, Arthur’s, John’s, mine, and The Shelby family” Polly said reaching out the small case of cigarettes placing one in between her lips lighting the small roll with a fire match.

“But I want you to know something Arleth,” Polly continued talking, taking a slow drag from the cigarette and letting out a small slow puff from her mouth, “if this man ever even if it means one slight mistake he does. If it either means he puts a hand on you, breaks your heart, or if he is just manipulating you to get close to your brothers, I will tell Thomas. It is a warning right now, my dear. Do I make myself clear?”

Arleth thought long and hard about what her aunt told her, knowing the many risks that will take place. Since she is doing this behind her brother’s back’s feeling like she was betraying them. But the love that Arleth had for Alfie was something she couldn’t resist or ignore. It wasn’t love at first sight when she first met the Jewish king of Camden Town. Thomas, to her surprise, told her to come along with him, which was something unusual about his personality. Tommy was very overprotective of Arleth since she was the youngest in the family, besides Ada. But on that day, he suddenly decided for her to come along since he was making a deal with a man that has double-crossed him and his other two brothers so many times. Arleth didn’t understand this reasoning at first, but once they got to Alfie’s distillery, she was furious.

“My sister here would be of some use in your business here, Mr. Solomon’s. She would be a great secretary,” her brother said, making Arleth’s eyes grow wide in shock.

“Are you fucking around, Thomas? Me, working for this man here who has betrayed you so many times. And you think I should be his secretary? Have you gone mad Tommy!” she burst at him, getting up from the chair while her big brother only remains quiet.

After a moment of silence, she made her way out of Alfie’s office, leaving both men on whatever else business they will discuss. She waited patiently outside for Thomas, still furious about her brother bringing her along. For only to make her work with someone who Thomas can’t trust and probably get stabbed in the back again. She let out a heavy sigh under her breath until she heard the front door of the distillery open. Thomas walked his way towards his little sister, who looked the other way, not wanting to speak to the person who was supposed to protect her. He then took out a cigarette from his gold box, lit it up with a match, and took out a long, smokey drag.

“Arleth, listen to what I am about to tell you.”

Arleth didn’t want to hear what Tommy had to say and instead made her way to the car instead. On the ride home, it rained, which didn’t bother both Thomas and Arleth for one bit. They were gypsies by blood; it ran through the Shelby family tree, which she was proud of. Tommy and Arleth didn’t speak to each other for a long moment until Thomas broke the silence.

“You won’t be working for Alfie in his distillery, ok? Instead, you will work with me at the betting shop. Does that sound better for you?” he said, making Arleth arch a big eyebrow in his direction while he was busy looking up ahead on the road.

“Are you being serious this time, Tommy? Or this is another game of yours for you making me spy on Mr. Solomons? Because I am not falling for your stupid games, brother,” she said, folding her arms together, feeling like she is wasting precious energy on a ridiculously false proposal.

“I’m being serious with you, Arleth. You will work with aunt Polly, Ada, Lizzie, and Esme but nothing more, yes? But I know you won’t like what I’ll be saying next. You will visit Alfie sometimes. You will be the messenger and nothing more, alright? If he dares touches you, asks you out, or anything that wasn’t part of our deal, I’m going after him. I promise you on that little Arleth, he is a fucking dead man, ok?” Tommy ended his proposition, while she just rolled her eyes looking out through the side window overlooking an endless green field not liking the job he was offering.

Some 3 months later, Arleth has been coming back and forth to deliver messages to Alfie. While being the bookkeeper at the betting shop with her aunt Polly, and the other ladies. It was fun to be at the shop with her family, seeing many people betting on the amount of money they were putting in. Some won and others would burst into anger after losing so much money, which made Arleth laugh on the inside. However, whenever Thomas sent her to Camden Town with Alfie, it made Arleth feel scared. Not knowing if this could be the day Mr. Solomon’s would want to ask her out for dinner or anything that could make her big brother upset. It was something that Arleth wanted the least to see both men get into a bloody fight. Or even worse, go to war over for someone like her she would think would be unreasonable. But in the end, she did her job, and she wanted to do it fast, give the message, exchange a few words with the Jewish man and get back home. The car stopped in front of the building. The driver then opened the door for Arleth saying “thank you” to the gentleman. Once inside the building, Ollie was there to greet her, as always, leading the way to Alfie’s office. As they reached the front office door, Ollie announced Arleth’s arrival. The bearded man looked up from his paperwork, looking into her bright dark purple eyes.

“Ah Ms. Shelby, do come in love please have a seat, yea? It is nice to see you again, as always wha’ news have you brought for me from your dear old brother today?” he said as the woman didn’t take a seat saying nothing in return.

Alfie didn’t seem bothered by her behavior since he got used to not getting a reply from Arleth. He too reminded himself to not get too close to her since she is both a Shelby and Tommy’s little sister. And Alfie knows how dangerous the Shelby boys can get if they found out he has been growing feelings for her. He found Arleth an attractive woman, strong-headed, sarcastic, and smart, but what he liked about her the most was her almond purple eyes. Never in Alfie’s life has he seen a woman possess such a vibrant color that he felt himself get lost in them. But he would only shrug that thought away from his mind, pulling back into reality and still with the deal he made with Thomas. They both said nothing after what felt like minutes going by until Arleth took out a brown folder with the paperwork inside and gently tossed it on top of Alfie’s desk. She said nothing from the entire exchange until she finally said something to Alfie which he really didn’t like.

“Am I finished here, Mr. Solomons? I would like to go home now if that doesn’t bother you?” Arleth said in a fret tone while crossing her arms together against her chest and tapping her right index finger against her left arm.

Alfie didn’t want to let her go just yet. He really wanted to get to know Arleth a bit better than just being a simple messenger, greeting her and saying a quick ‘goodbye.’ Alfie saw something in her which he couldn’t quite get a grasp on, but he has been wanting to ask her out for dinner. But he knew of the consequences, but he couldn't care less if it meant putting his life at risk of getting close to Arleth. So he took the ladder as he stood up from his chair, placing his hands on top of his desk. Arleth took a step back, looking confused what the man was doing, feeling uneasy about what he was going to do next.

“Darlin’ I… well, would you like to accept my invitation to take you out for dinner? I know we’re not supposed to talk further with each other or whatnot. But I would like to get to know you better. You are a lovely lookin’ woman, especially your purple eyes,” Alfie said, feeling his insides become undone, knowing he was getting into deep waters in where this was going. “You don’ have to give me a straightaway answer, love. Take your time in thinkin abou’ this. I would be happy to take yous anywhere no matter what it is you ask, yea?”

Arleth didn’t know what to say about this unexpected invitation, wondering if he was being truthful or toying with her. She only stood silent and without saying another word Arleth left the dimly brown office, trying to steady her breathing. She tried her best to pretend and ignore Alfie asking her out for dinner some days later. But once Tommy told her sister to go with Mr. Solomon’s again, Arleth’s blood turned cold. Making her way back to Camden Town some weeks later, she could feel a lump form in her throat. Expecting the worst to come when she has to see his face once again. Making her way with Ollie as always, she made it to his old brown-lit office. Where he was writing some notes down on a piece of paper, stopping mid-way to see Arleth on the other side of his desk.

“Good afternoon Ms. Shelby, it is nice to see ya again like always. How may I help? Any news tha’ you have for me today, love?” Alfie said while his small spectacles rested on the top of his nose, looking up in her direction.

“Mr. Solomon’s I… I’ve been thinking about your invitation for a while and.. may I ask. Why? Why is it you have so much interest and want to know me better?” Arleth said, questioning Alfie as if they were making some sort of interrogation.

“First, my treacle, you will address me from now on as Alfie, not Mr. Solomons righ’. And to answer your question, love, I could see through your eyes and body language who wants to break free from your brother’s reign. And because… well, to put it out lightly, you’re the most lovely woman tha’ I have ever seen in me life,” Alfie said, removing his spectacles from his nose as Arleth felt her cheeks become warm.

Alfie stood up from his chair and walked his way around his desk towards Arleth. She stood her ground while he was coming in her direction, feeling helpless at that moment. She had the sense of hitting him with all of her strength or on the other side of herself. Arleth wanted to let him come to her. Arleth didn’t realize her hands turned into fists and she relaxed her hands afterward. She felt his warm presence next to her as they both gaze at each other’s eyes, catching a hint of what must have been a mix of smoke, rum, and a pleasing fresh cologne.

“Well, umm Alfie,” Arleth said, trying her best not to make eye contact as she continued, “Thank you for your kind compliment. But I also wanted to tell you about my decision to accept your invitation for dinner. And… I want you to be sincere with me here at this moment. Are you trying to manipulate and use me for your own pleasures? Or do you really have to want to get to know me as in you really have grown feelings towards me as a person? Because… I… I have liked you for quite some time and it would be lovely to get to know you better than this, really.”

Alfie placed a tender hand on her left shoulder. Arleth��s body suddenly tensed up while goosebumps filled her entire body.

Is this really happening?

“I am not in any way manipulating you and will never take advantage of you love. You are something special in me eyes and I really wan’ to get to know who you truly are, Arleth Shelby. Besides being your brother’s messenger and his youngest little sister, when will you like to have dinner, love?” he finally said, giving her a small side smile that Arleth found welcoming.

“How about Friday evening, outside of Small Heath, yes?” said Arleth, gesturing a shy but bright smile at the tall man in front of her.

“Friday evenin’ it is, then.”

After their first secret date that Friday evening, it then became another date. After many shadowy meet-ups both Alfie and Arleth lost track, they were busy enjoying each others company. Until now, however, they both have done so many things together. Including giving gifts to each other, teaching Alfie to speak her family’s tongue, visiting his home in Margate, and they especially never missed a chance to make love to each other. Arleth and Alfie knew they were doing these things behind her entire family’s backs. She knew it was wrong, but her heart was easily stolen away by the man that she at first despised, hated, and didn’t want to be close to until he show his true colors to her.

While Arleth was busy processing what her aunt Polly said about her injunction, she suddenly gave her last word.

“However, you have my permission for you to marry Mr. Solomon’s and that is final,” Polly said, placing her hand on top of her niece’s hands, making Arleth look in her direction.

“Do you understand what I have told you, Arleth?”

“I understand, Aunt Polly. I promise you, he is not as bad as Thomas and the boys think he is. But thank you very much, Polly, and for also understanding,” she said, holding onto her hand while both ladies exchange a smile at each other.

“Your very welcome, my dear. Now then, how about we grab a cup of wine, just you and me, eh? To celebrate your secret soon-to-be wedding day?” Polly suggested, making Arleth chuckle at this request.

“Why yes, of course, aunt Polly, I would love that very much.”

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Later That Night

The sun was setting behind the ever-bright green fields, illuminating a pleasing dark orange sky with gray clouds. Alfie paced slowly back and forth on the dirt brown road waiting for Arleth to arrive at their hidden get-together. He would always grow worried every time when they both meet each other at these hours. Thinking if they would get caught and that they have been followed all this time by one of the Peaky boys. Or, even worse, the main three brothers themselves. But as time has passed by, both Arleth and Alfie haven’t been caught yet, so that was a good sign to begin with. As Alfie continued to hear his pocket watch tick-tocking for the past few minutes, Arleth suddenly appeared from behind a large oak tree. Making Alfie jump in fright, thinking it was some unknown person he didn’t recognize. She let out a small giggle, seeing his spooked reaction while Alfie cursed under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell love, you almost gave me a fuckin’ heart attack I though’ it was fuckin’ someone else,” said Alfie while putting away his small watch back in his waistcoat while Arleth wrapped her arms around his neck giving a small kiss on his left cheek.

“What a way to greet your future wife, my lovely king,” she jokingly said, closing the gap between his and her lips and feeling Alfie’s hands on top of her small hips.

Parting their lips away from each other, they rested their foreheads against each other. Arleth caressed her thumbs against his scruffy beard. Alfie’s right hand cupped her delicate chin.

“Wha’ you say we get out of here just you and me yea?” He asked, giving a cheeky smile at his future wedded wife she will soon be Mrs. Solomon’s.

“I thought you never asked.”

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The heat inside the car became moist while the sky outside became cold as small drops of rain poured down. Arleth and Alfie embraced in each other’s arms, exchanging kisses back and forth. They parked in some quiet forest where there was no other living human except for trees, wet dirt, and chilly rain. Arleth’s exposed chest became visible as Alfie took in her right nipple while teasing her other breast with his left hand. His massages became erotically enjoyable while her hand reached down between them. Feeling his hard cock growing in her right hand.

“You like that, don’t you, my dirty man, hmm?” Arleth whispered in a seductive tone next to Alfie’s left ear, thrusting her hand up and down his length and nibbling his ear with her lips.

Alfie went off like a madman as he teasingly bit down on the side of her neck, making Arleth let out a soft moan. Their kisses became alluring as Alfie gently laid her on top of the back seat of the car hovering over her small body. While her thrusting increased on his dick, Alfie now left a hickey mark on her neck as he lower himself down between her breasts. Leaving a trail of kisses so passionately until he reaches her long black shirt. Kissing her stomach, Arleth gently grabbed his short brown locks as he undid her shirt. She was now only on her lingerie lace panties, which Alfie found the sight pleasing and sexy. Her perfect round breasts, those lips, her eyes, everything that he never thought he would feel so lucky to possess and to have. Arleth bit her lips together as she smoothes her hands against his semi-exposed chest. He then undid his white long sleeve shirt, feeling the chilly atmosphere hitting sound his upper body. He didn’t hold back a grudge when he made his way down between Arleth’s legs, kissing both of her thighs. The roughness of his beard made her insides tingle with delight. Feeling her now wet flower become hot and moist against her panties.

“Alfie…,” she moaned out, feeling his hands now digging underneath her panties. Feeling the material go down underneath her hips.

Once the soft panties were off, her pink pussy was shown in front of Alfie’s eyes, ready to consume her tasty juices. He then licked the top of her clit while gently extending her folds apart with his fingers. His tongue roamed between tasting her sweetness as he then placed two fingers inside of her vaginal canal. Arleth arched her back, letting another luscious moan as she grip his hair harder than before. He held nothing back as he licked and fingered, fucked her loving to hear Arleth moan out his name.

“Fuck… Alfie, please go harder… I think… I’m going to cum,” she said with her eyes closed, feeling she was being sent up to the sky, loving the way his mouth and fingers felt inside her cunt.

Alfie went quicker than before as he added a third finger inside of Arleth while messaging her clit with his long fingers.

“Fuck, ALFIE!” she exclaimed as her orgasm came undone around his fingers while he consumed her white orgasm with his mouth.

After releasing her juices, Alfie then pressed another hard kiss on her blush lips as he then took off his black trousers. Feeling desperately hungry to just already fuck his lovely sweet queen. As their tongue danced between their lips, Alfie readied himself between her legs once again. Lifting her legs to rest on top of his broad shoulders, loving how Arleth looked below him. Alfie reached out his right hand and he placed it against her small right cheek, while she gave him a smile back.

“Arleth my dove, please be mine forever? I love you so much and I will give you everything that your heart desires. Would you want that, my dear sweet jewel?” he said as Arleth placed her hand on top of his, placing a small kiss along with her touch.

“Yes, my Alfie, I want to be your queen and your happiness forever. The only thing that I desire the most in this life is you, my Alfie Solomon’s, and nothing more. For you are my king that I want to please. Be a good wife too and give you as many children as we ask. That is the life I want with you, my love,” Arleth said as Alfie placed his other hand on her other cheek, rating his forehead on top of hers.

“Then I’ll give you the life that you are askin’ for, my beautiful Mrs. Solomon’s. I love you forever and ever,” he said, finally nuzzling his pointy nose against her small nose as they exchanged another kiss.

Not before long, Alfie was in no time inside of Arleth’s warm wet canal, as they both moaned together all at once. As they both felt each other’s tightness as Alfie thrust in and out of Arleth, feeling small beads of sweatiness forming on his forehead. His pressure only grew heavier as he felt the tip of his cock hitting her G-spot, knowing he was hitting her favorite place Arleth loved to feel the most. Alfie’s animal side showed while he picked the pace up, grabbing hold of her ankles. Arleth’s breasts bounced lovingly while she rested her hands above her head as the car made a creaky sound. While rocking slowly from side to side, thinking they might break the delicate machine at any moment. Arleth slapped her right hand against the car window, leaving an exposed handprint.

“Oh babe, Alfie more, more, please. Don’t stop fucking me, keep going,” she said while Alfie wrapped his enormous arms around her as he thrust her precious flower, hearing a faint slap between their genitals.

‘You so fuckin’ tigh’, love. Cum for me one last time, my dirty little slut. Let your juices consume my godly made cock,” he said between breaths while Arleth only continued to moan louder.

As they both felt they were reaching their highest peak, Alfie then grabbed both of Arleth’s breasts as he gave his last few hard thrusts upon her pussy. And as they both expected, Arleth and Alfie’s orgasms burst together, feeling his hot white liquid consume her wet walls. Alfie breathe in and out against her left shoulder while Arleth hugged his muscular shoulders, giving a side kiss on his left cheek.

The sound of the pouring rain outside of the car made the couple doze off into a deep sleep. Alfie slowly caressed the top of Arleth’s hazel hair, watching her sleep with no care in the world. Thinking about the many happy memories of what their future as husband and wife will be until they all come true. But only time will tell of what the future awaits them and what mattered to Alfie the most was to embrace the moment and get a good night’s rest. He slowly dosed himself to sleep as the last thing he thought about the most was seeing Arleth with her round stomach. Carrying inside of her were both his and Arleth’s bloodlines in one.

A Shelby and a Solomon’s… now that is somethin’ worth lookin’ forward to…

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multifandomwriter56 · 7 months

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Karissa's 31 Days of October Fun

Hello everyone! I have been a little absent lately, but it's because I've been working on this! I am so excited for this month. Halloween is my favorite Holiday and this is one of my favorite ways to celebrate it.

Each day, I will post a little prompt for you to read. It will either be a sentence prompt or a prompt word(s). They will either be autumn related or Halloween related.

I am going to have tags for this. If you want to be tagged for every day, just let me know. If you want to be tagged for specific fandoms, tell me which ones you would like to be tagged for from the list below. You can ask to be tagged in all fandoms but one or just be tagged for one fandom. It is up to you on how many.

I hope you enjoy the fun!

Fandoms:

Peaky Blinders

Suits

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Witcher

Supernatural

Just tagging my taglist to see if anyone is interested:

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @elenavampire21 @kmc1989

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan @lilymurphy03 @findinghisredrighthand

The Witcher: @alyxkbrl

His Little Spy Series: @smcc212 @peakascum @bloomskater @play-morezeppelin @venomsvl @the-horror-and-the-wild-simp @theshelbyslimited @bethabear12 @ohshititsfenharel @babayaga67 @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms

#karissa's 31 days of october fun #here we go

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forgottenpeakywriter · 1 year

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@look-at-the-soul @cillmequick @gypsy-girl-08 @creativepawsworld @midnightmagpiemama @rangerelik @elenavampire21 @camilleholland89 @jomarch-wannabe @lyarr24 @grungebabyblu @sydi22 @sydneyyyya @theoshelbyjones @thomasshelbee @dragons-are-my-favorite @pherelesytsia @moral-terpitude @runnning-outof-time @shelbydelrey @notyour-valentine @peakyciills @queencoraline3 @theshelbyclan @theshelbyslimited @lolalecter @juey20000 @swordofawriter @spaceguurl @shelundeadxxxx @emmanuelle19 @adoresmiles @evita-shelby @julyzaa @lovemissyhoneybee @aranoburns @rogers060967

#thomas shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #art #sexy tease #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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theshelbyslimited · 4 months

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bc I'm, what you may call, 'in the future; it is already 2024 here. therefore, Ngā mihi o te tau hou (Happy New Year) to all you wonderful angels. Thank you for all your hard work in 2023 and for all the beautiful connections I've been able to make w so many of you throughout the past year. May 2024 bring only beautiful and wonderful things ❤️✨

#theshelbyslimited.#txt.#just me tryna use my native language in whatever way I can bc it deserves to be shared 🙈

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runnning-outof-time · 5 months

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New Tommy x Reader Fics!!

So I’ve been made aware that my tags haven’t gone out on one of the fics I posted yesterday (what else is new? 😒)

I decided to make this post to let those who may not have seen them know about the two blurbs I posted yesterday. They are:

Get On Your Knees

Bedtime Stories

These links will take you to the stories - happy reading (if you haven’t read them already)!

Adding my taglist for extra measure … sorry if you’ve seen it already. — hopefully y’all are tagged this time!

@mystcldydrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @elenavampire21 @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @notyour-valentine @shelbydelrey @theshelbyslimited @peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @tommystargirl @emotionalcadaver @stevie75 @lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife @anotherblinder @cillmequick @dandelionprints @letal-y-poetica @gypsy-girl-08 @insanitybyanothername @depxiety @raincoffeeandfandoms @dragons-are-my-favorite @acewritesfics @forgottenpeakywriter @cljordan-imperium @brummiereader @areyenotfondofmelobster @everythingelseisextra @little-diable @thomashelbyswife @shaddixlife

#k speaks #tags aren’t working so this will have to do #get on your knees #bedtime stories

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zablife · 26 days

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The Things I Would Do For You

Luca Changretta x fiance reader

A/N: Requested by the lovely @cillmequick. Based on this list of prompts. Prompt was "It terrifies me what I would do for you." Here's a twist for you, this was going to be dark and I made it fluffy!!

Warnings: language, mention of a weapon, brief fight, angst with fluffy ending

You could hear the brewing argument from the kitchen, your brother’s high nasal voice clashing with the manly tenor of Luca's. You gritted your teeth as you willed him to stop, but each time Marco dared to raise his voice to your powerful fiancé, you seethed with indignation.

Unable to shut out the sounds of his disrespect, you foisted another deft chop at the cutting board, imagining your brother’s neck there in place of the vegetables. Just when you thought you would scream, the voices ceased and your hand froze in midair.

Heavy footsteps thudded across the floorboards and the kitchen door swung toward you with a rush of warm air. Your eyes instantly shot across the room to your brother in question. However, the dark look of disapproval resting on his brow announced his decision before he had need to speak it. "You're not marrying that stronzo! I've already told him I'm sending you to Sicily next month."

That’s when your simmering temper climbed to a blazing inferno. Whipping around to face your brother head on, you announced, “I won't go! No one can keep me from him.”

The haze of anger overtook your body before you realized you were swinging at him, the large butcher knife still clutched in one hand raising above your head in a menacing swipe. He grasped your shoulders in an attempt to overpower you, crashing you both into a nearby wall and knocking the weapon from your hand and the air from your lungs.

The harsh metallic clang of the knife reverberated off the tiles like an alarm bell, the shock separating you to opposite corners of the room. Gasping at what you’d just done, you scrambled off the floor and dashed down the back stairs to the alley. Feet pounding against the creaky wooden steps, you rushed to find somewhere to hide.

It was Luca who found you pressed tightly against a wall, clutching a packet of cigarettes to your chest. You hadn't noticed they were crushed in your fist until his long fingers unfurled yours gently, a sigh escaping as he plucked one out and placed it to his lips.

There was only the rush of your desperately beating heart as you watched him light it for you. Handing it over into your trembling fingers, he patiently waited for your shoulders to relax with the first long drag.

You were waiting as well. A confession on your lips you knew he needed to hear. Blowing smoke over your shoulder to avoid his gaze, you shamefully admitted, "I'm not a good Catholic girl like you think, Luca. I could have hurt Marco tonight."

His eyes softened as he reached to stroke your cheek. "You couldn't hurt anyone, cara mia."

You shook your head against his hand. "I could if you asked me to," you declared, staring into his eyes earnestly. "It terrifies me the things I would do for you." The lovesick twinge in your voice assured him of your loyalty, making his chest swell with pride.

He enveloped you in a tight embrace, head resting upon the crown of your head as he promised, "I would never ask you to. As long as you're my girl, you'll be taken care of and protected."

At those words you began to cry softly. Luca cradled you there, stroking your back with his large hands and the silence comforted you until you began to think of Marco again.

"What do we do about my brother?" you asked with a sniff.

"I'll handle it. You don't have to worry anymore," he said, tilting your chin up to meet his twinkling eyes. A charming smile spread across his face as he added, "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

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Tag List:

@peakyswritings

@evita-shelby

@shelbydelrey

@alanadetigy

@severewobblerlightdragon

@lovemissyhoneybee

@theshelbyslimited

@kittycatcait219

@callsign-fangirl

@red-riding-wood

@polishcrazyone

@elenavampire21

@little-diable

@lyarr24

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@the-fangirl-diaries

@kmc1989

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@mostly-marvel-musings

@justlulu

@cillmequick

@darklydeliciousdesires

@the-wise-old-elf

@justrainandcoffee

@call-sign-shark

#Luca Changretta fanfic #Luca Changretta imagine #Luca Changretta x you #Luca Changretta x reader #Luca Changretta x y/n #Luca Changretta

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Commit to the Bit

Part One: Everything Is Fine

Part Three: Treasure The Memory

Description: Your first real meeting with Thomas Shelby does not go quite as planned. Warnings: Language Word Count: 1751 Author's Note: Each chapter will be progressively longer. PLEASE let me know what you think. Tag List: @theshelbyslimited @look-at-the-soul

You wake up a little before dawn.

The night air surrounds you, the windows open, as you sit and eat your pitiful breakfast in your pitiful kitchen, the cabinets stopping your chair from going too far back, the sink a little too close to the table. You wear the same clothes as the day before. Your body aches and your head rings from a faint hangover, and exhaustion ripples through you like chills. Through the windows, you can still see the moon, hovering above the horizon, faint in the gray light.

You leave your house before the sun is fully up. Pale light filters into the hayloft windows, giving you some sight as you open the barn doors. The horses nicker to you, expecting their grain, weaving back and forth in their stalls or bobbing their elegant heads. You mindlessly fill their buckets with each individual’s specialized diet, mind elsewhere.

Expect me tomorrow morning.

When? How would he find the barn? You gave vague directions, hoping it would deter him. And, most importantly, what would he want once he got here? You couldn’t give him anything. You barely had enough to keep yourself going, to keep the days going. You worry that, although you have nothing to give, he’ll still decide to take. He’ll come with that bold intensity you saw the night before, and you’ll find yourself trapped, invisible walls closing in, with no strength to stand up.

Horses fed, you move on to saddling and riding your first horse. A stallion, with a sweeping, arched neck and muscles filled out to perfection, chestnut coat shining. He’s your stud, and you make some money off of selling his coverings. His registered name is Speed of Fire, ironic considering he was never fast enough to race, even before his injury, but you affectionately call him Draco.

Dressage saddle girthed up, you swing your leg over his back and start your ride in the arena. You work through his warm up, making sure he stretches his body in the proper ways, then start asking for more intricate movements; canter pirouettes, passage, piaffe. Your breath comes short, your muscles tense and relax, your hips move with the motion of the horse, swinging. The sun rises. Faded warmth washes over you. It’s during these moments of synchrony when you forget who you are, forget your worries and the unsteady nature of your identity, and you get to focus solely on connection with another creature, communication so subtle it’s as though you’re reading each other’s minds.

Halfway through your ride, you stop to give Draco a walking break and catch your breath. Your eyes scan the horizon above the hills, where deep pink and purple and bright, unending orange blend together as the sun makes its way up the sky. You glance towards the barn, where some of the horses watch you ride, having finished their hay, waiting for their turn. You look away, gathering your reins, preparing for another workout. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you halt your horse, head on a swivel to check around you. There, at the side of the arena, leaned up against the dusty metal railing, Thomas Shelby watches you quietly, his head tilted slightly, eyes tracking Draco’s movement. Your eyes meet, you on the towering stallion, but him taking up just as much presence with his expression alone. Air thins out around you, and you suck in a slow breath, not breaking contact with the stranger on your property.

Then, as if possessed, your outside leg shifts back, and Draco steps quickly into a canter. Without thought, without planning, you find yourself doing what can only be described as showing off. Extended canter, collected canter. Tempi changes, canter pirouettes. You’re a finely tuned machine, each tiny movement a conversation with the horse, each silent shift eliciting a full response from him.

By the time you’re done, Draco has sweat dripping down his neck, breathing hard, and lightheadedness swirls around you, making you take in slow breaths to steady yourself. You can feel his eyes on you, pointed, judgemental, and there’s a faint tremble in your hands gripping the reins. Staying on the horse gives you some protection; there’s not much someone can do to you while on horseback, unless he decides to shoot you, in which case, there’s nothing you can do. You trust Draco. He has a habit of pinning his ears and showing his teeth to strangers, snaking his neck towards them, though you’ve tried to train it out of him. Some stallions always have an edge to them.

You walk Draco to the arena gate, reaching out to push it open, but Thomas is already there, pulling it back to allow you out. You nod your head to him, voice once again stuck in your throat, branding you with the poetry of all the words you couldn’t speak. This time, though, your heart doesn’t jolt, your mind doesn’t go blank. He’s on your turf now.

“Beautiful animal.” He nods to Draco curtly as you walk by, as if unimpressed by your show of talent. His words defy him. “Beautiful ride.”

You nod again. Thanking him feels like handing him your power, like bowing your head and allowing him to judge. This is a game of reading silence, and you know how to win it. After a moment of hesitation, you dismount. You bring your horse over to the cross ties and tie him, giving him a treat from your pocket once the bit is out of his mouth. Thomas’ footsteps follow you, but you refuse to look at him, focusing on undoing the girth and pulling the saddle off. In your periphery, he stands, a dark figure surrounded by the grandeur of a sunrise in full force, undeserving of the golden outline it gives him. His hands in his coat pockets, his gaze on Draco, his cap pulled low over his eyes. Again, you catch a glint of metal along the rim.

“Is he for sale?” He walks up to Draco’s neck, running a hand along the sweaty length of his neck.

“No.” You turn and carry the saddle to the tack room, hefting it onto a rack and placing the pads on the rail underneath it to dry. You return to find Thomas by the horse’s head. You pause, watching them, hoping to go unnoticed. As usual, the stallion’s ears go back, his nose wrinkles, his neck arches. Thomas nods, continuing to stroke his neck, and says something you don’t understand. Another language, perhaps, one that sounds smooth, lyrical. Draco quiets, his liquid eye softening, though his ears stay pinned. Protective, not aggressive.

“He doesn’t trust you.” You walk over to grab a hose, waiting for Thomas to move so you can rinse the sweat off Draco.

He doesn’t. “Name a price. I’ll meet it.”

“No.” You step forward, raising the hose, trying to make your intent clear.

“Horse like him could get you out of a little house like that.” His fingers toy with Draco’s mane, still gentle, still looking into the horse’s eye. “Got no reason not to sell him.��

“He’s not for sale,” you insist, taking another step forward.

His eyes shift to you, clear, icy blue and unreadable. “You don’t know who I am.”

“No. I don’t.” You point the hose towards him, a clear threat. “Move, please.”

“I’ll take you into town, then. Help you recon—”

You turn on the hose. A deluge of water sprays onto him, square in the chest, and he skitters out of the way, spooking Draco into a prance. You stand there, shocked by what you just did, then, in a spark of bravery you didn’t know you had, decide to commit to the bit.

“You don’t get to intimidate me into selling my horse. You don’t get to decide that I’m going into town with you. Those are both my choices.” One hand on the still-running hose, the other preparing to kink it, you shift your shoulders to stand square in the soaked face of Thomas. “I don’t care who you are. Someone who doesn’t treat me with basic respect doesn’t deserve my time. Are we clear?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his furious eyes turn to you. Holding his arms away from his dripping body, the layers of the suit completely wet, his hand slowly reaches up towards his cap.

You step back, readying your hose, your only weapon. Blood pulses in your temples, all air seems to leave your lungs, and your hand begins to tremble as you wait for him to lunge.

Instead, he wipes his face with it, then nods. “Really fucking clear.”

“Good.” You kink the hose and shakily walk to turn it off. Back turned to him, you hold out your hands, watching them shudder with the spike of adrenaline. Then, slowly, you walk back, catching a moment of hilarity as Thomas attempts to squeeze water out of his suit and fails. You don’t quite feel safe enough to smile, but, at least, you feel a little better.

“We can turn him out,” you say, nodding to Draco. “And I’ll get you a towel.”

“Turn him out,” he repeats, tense brow furrowing.

“Put him in the arena and let him be a horse for a bit. No expectations.”

“Never heard of that.”

“Apparently you haven’t heard of much,” you snap.

His eyes flick to you, almost brooding. You’ve never seen light eyes hold so much darkness. “Don’t bother with the towel. I’ll go.”

“Fine.” You turn back to Draco. “Nice meeting you, Mr. Shelby.”

He scoffs, and starts off towards his car, parked in the dusty valley your property sits in. In your mind, a dialectic is born. You feel relieved, glad that you’ll never see him again. And, deep down, you’re disappointed. Maybe this could’ve been something more. Maybe you could’ve won a friend out of it.

No. Stupid of you to have expected that. You are constantly looking for hope, expecting it to be soft and gentle, when in reality, hope is something with sharp teeth and a bloody, battered body. Hope is something that’s born of isolation. Hope is something man-made, purposeful, something you keep in a jar like a butterfly, and catch more once it dies.

Hope is a man speaking gently to a fearful, aggressive horse, instead of punishing him.

You shake your head. Stupid.

But you can’t help but watch as the car drives off, hoping it will turn back.

#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky fucking blinders #peaker blinders fandom #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky fookin blinders #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #Only the wild ones

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