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look-at-the-soul · 7 months

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Hello my darling Cia! Thank you SO much for sending in this gif!! You always provide the best inspiration! (I’ve a couple more waiting in my inbox 🤭) but in the meantime I wrote this little blurb, I hope you like this 🥰

The complaint

“You made the count wrong… again, Y/N.” Freya left the heavy book over your papers.

Feeing a cold sweat you looked at the red marks she made with confusion. “I counted the money two times, it matched.”

“I just finished and it’s wrong.” She pointed loudly for everyone to hear. The other secretaries throwing discreet glances in your direction.

Counting to three mentally, you looked at Freya. “That’s not possible.” You felt frustrated and her attitude was irritating you.

“Counting the money it’s a huge responsibility, if you can’t do that just tell me.” Tap, tap, tap the sound of her shoe against the floor made your stomach twist.

“What’s the matter?” Tommy’s voice called from the door frame, making the two of you turn your heads.

“Y/N counted the money but I checked it after and there’s a different amount.” She let out a loud sigh to add more drama. “This isn’t the first time she made a mistake Mr. Shelby.”

“If I remember correctly it was John’s fault last time since he took some of the cash.” Tommy explained politely to defend you.

“Nevertheless she should’ve known.” Freya insisted. “But she continues to do it over and over again, she shouldn’t-”

“That shouldn’t be a problem because I took some cash this morning and I forgot to tell you Miss Y/N.” He added in a soft tone.

She babbled and winked nervously.

“But-”

“That would be all.”

Once she was out of sight, you took the book to place it next to the others. Tommy’s eyes danced around the office, a couple of blinders checking the bets and secretaries taking the money.

“If you’re done with that I want you to go to the Garrison, need to talk to you.” Tommy added in a serious tone.

“Of course Mr. Shelby.” You nodded and by the corner of your eye, you noticed Freya smirking.

Oh that bloody triumphant smirk, like she was always right, as if she knew it all. She made your blood go boiling.

She was a walking headache.

Organizing your desk, you finished covering the typewriter.

“Let’s see if you can keep that smile later.” She whispered as you walked by her desk with your coat hanging from your arm, your purse on the opposite shoulder.

“I can assure you it’ll grow even more.” You added with a forced smile marching outside.

Freya thought she could embarrass you in front of your boss? You were sure the count was right, now you just needed to find out what happened to the money really, because you knew Tommy was lying.

“Hello Harry, is the Shelby family in the private booth?” You greeted him.

Harry stopped wiping the counter and took a few glasses. “Miss Y/LN good evening, Mr. Shelby called a moment ago you can go ahead I’ll take the drinks in a minute.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

He looked towards you with his eyebrows raised not used to being thanked, but he knew you were different, kind and he had seen you hanging out with Tommy so you were under his protection.

You tried rubbing your hands to get them warm, then as you passed by the window you took the small mirror from your purse to reapply your lipstick and fix your hair when you heard the click by the door.

Tommy entered the private booth in a swift motion, not moving his eyes from you.

“Mr. Shelby.” You tried to control the blush that covered your cheeks.

“Oh please stop, Y/N.” He chuckled placing his hands on your waist.

“Well you made a dramatic entrance.” You giggled.

“What happened at the betting shop? Was Freya being rude to you again?”

Your fingers smoothed the neck of his suit jacket. “I think she’s jealous. A poor soul bored by herself.”

“You want me to fire her?” He asked with his lips touching the corner of your mouth.

Harry opened the window. “Oh Mr. Shelby I didn’t see you coming in. Your drinks.” As he thanked the man, you walked towards Tommy to wrap your arms around his back.

Covering your hand, he gave it a light squeeze, feeling his body burning up from the fragrance emanating from you.

But you shook your head. “There’s no need, she just needs a lesson.”

“Does it mean we’re finally going public about our relationship?”

“Is that what you want?“ You asked before lighting a cigarette for him.

“It should be me asking you that.” He frowned playfully, blowing the smoke away from you. “Even better, I’m naming you secretary in chief, so she won’t dare to bother you again.”

“What if she fills in a complaint?” You asked.

He gave you a nod and a wink. “I won’t even pay attention to it.”

You squealed at his announcement, not able to contain your excitement you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed all over his face.

Suddenly someone opened the door unannounced, taking the two of you by surprise as Polly gave you a shocked look, Tommy cleared his throat.

“What’s the celebration for?”

“Y/N got a promotion.” He took his glass with whiskey and gave you a small wink.

“Ugh please stop pretending Thomas.” She took another glass and poured herself a drink. “I haven’t seen you smile like in a while and poor Y/N deserves more than raise for keeping up with you.”

Her blunt but honest comment made you burst into giggles as you felt Tommy’s hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer, then you felt him smiling against your cheek.

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calummss · 9 months

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Do You Get Déjà Vu | Thomas Shelby

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summary: thomas doesn’t come to pick up his daughter. you decide to take her home only to find a man of a table with a bullet in his chest and a lot of deja vu

pairing: fem! reader x thomas shelby

words: 1.6k

a/n: just fluff and comedy tbh… not my usual angst i promise also, this takes place in 1919 because season 1 tommy has my heart. helena is around 9/10 years :)

How you disliked summer. Sweat pearls dripping simply sitting and breathing. Delicate fabric sticking to you like a bee and its honey. It was simply too hot for a woman to be wearing layers of modest clothing but here you were, sitting in front of your desk; no countertop in sight, too many different documents sprawled across the surface, each waiting on your eyes and conscious to scan it and then evaluate whatever category it fell into.

‘Miss Verys?’ Katie’s voice pulled you out of your slump, yet your heart skipped a beat when you saw her come closer with an arm full of newer papers that acquired your attention.

‘Please tell me you are joking…’

‘I fear not, Miss,’ she pressed her lips together as she placed them onto the right corner, the surface area with less than ten documents. ‘But these are all for the week.’ She smiled.

‘Finally some good fucking news,’ you huffed, ‘Sorry,’ you tilted your head when you realised Katie was taken aback by your choice of words.

‘Also I don’t wish to add more to your plate but Helena is still present. It seems Mr. Shelby has yet to pick her up. Do you want me to stay and wait with her?’

‘Katie you are truly an angel, really, I am so grateful but you are being paid to work on from eight to three, I couldn’t let you do that. Legally and from my heart.’ You curled your lips, fingers rubbing against the sheet of paper you were waiting to flip. ‘Just tell Helena to pack her things and to come to my office. Since I will be busy reading through all of these I might end up staying for quite a while.’

‘Of course. And thank you, Miss Verys, have a good day.’

‘You too.’

Katie left and you were stuck in front of an ocean of paper. If you had known that directing a school was so strenuous you might’ve thought about inaugurating a school twice. But it was a lovely institute. A school for girls with the most brightest and innovative minds, no runner up to men but competition with finest ideas.

Momentarily Helena came through the door and patiently stood at the door frame, her bag in her grip.

‘Hello Helena,’ you smiled at her. ‘Your father is not here yet?’

‘No.’

‘That’s okay, just wait here with me. I have much work and since we’re the only ones here I thought company would be nice, no? Sit,’ you pointed to the chair, Helena still standing at the entrance barely having moved.

Helena hummed in response.

‘So,’ you grabbed one of your quills to start signing documents that needed your signature. ‘What do you like to do when you’re not at school or doing homework? I am pretty sure you like horse riding?’

‘I do.’

‘Something else perhaps?’

‘Recently we bought a family car,’ Helena had sat down in the chair, laying her bag beside her as she relaxed into the seat. ‘When we got it we drove through the countryside…it was so thrilling. The wind on my face felt different to when I am riding. Daddy looked so happy too. I like cars.’

‘My my, what a riveting experience.’ You glanced at her from your work. ‘I remember my first time in a car. Felt exactly like how you described it.’

Helena beamed back you, her bright blue eyes gleaming with excitement, ‘My uncle Finn liked the car ride at first too but we had to stop because he got sick,’

‘And did you?’

‘No, I felt great. I love cars.’

‘I too think cars are the greatest innovation since the marvellous idea to roast and ferment cocoa beans to make chocolate.’ You let out a lighthearted laugh, infecting Helena with the same giggle.

‘I like chocolate.’

‘You do?’ Your lips curled. ‘Do you want one? I might have a bit stashed somewhere between all this energy-consuming work,’

‘I’ve only had it twice,’ Helena began another story, ‘It is very expensive and my father says it is bad for your teeth and that you mustn’t eat too much of it. He said that when he was visiting London he met a man outside of the sweet shop who became so round, simply for eating a lot of chocolate.’

‘Well best you have only one piece then,’ you put a piece into your mouth before giving her her piece. ‘This is my favourite. Got it from Cornwall. They make the best sweets.’

Taking the piece you handed her, she started eating it, her eyes in awe.

‘What about your father, Helena?’

‘What about him?’

‘What does he do for work?’ You asked, amusingly raising your eyebrows before taking the second heap of documents before you.

Helena hesitated. ‘I don’t think I can say.’

‘Why not?’

‘Family business…’

‘Family business?’ You looked up, Helena nodding her head in response. ‘I’m just curious that’s all. When you speak of him, you speak endearingly. You seem to have a very good relationship.’

‘We do.’ She ate the last bite, looking around the room. ‘If he wasn’t my father he would be my best friend.’

‘How sweet.’

With an easy lead conversation, time passed quicker than expected. But an hour later and Mr. Shelby still hadn’t come to pick up Helena.

With minutes passing you realised that Mr. Shelby wouldn’t show up anytime soon. It was also way past closing time so you had to start locking up the building. You thought it best to walk Helena home to see if anyone was there and if not you’d take her back to yours so she would have a safe place to stay until anyone got in touch.

‘Hello?’ You knocked against the door, the hard wooden door aching your knuckles as you repeatedly hit against it. ‘This is Miss Verys from Small Heath Institute for Girls. I have your daughter Helena with me as she has not been picked up yet.’ Your breath ricocheted off the door.

Seconds later you could hear the lock turning and were greeted by an older woman, her hair all over the place as her dark eyes burned into yours. Feeling as if she were about to take a jape at you, you quickly jumped back into your sentence. ‘I’m so sorry to intrude but I grew worried when Helena still hadn’t been picked up yet. I hope that all is well.’

Your eyes left her frame, seeing figures surrounding a table where there seemed to be a man laying down upon, quick huffs and puffs echoing from behind.

‘Arthur, shut up and just get this out of me.’

‘Drink this, Tommy. It’ll help with the pain.’

The unravelling scene before you had your full attention, completely forgetting the woman at the door.

‘I—oh no don’t do that!’ You raised your voice, pushing past her, now standing in the living room with three men staring at you. ‘I’m sorry to intrude but I was a nurse at the front and seeing you just stick your fingers inside his wound just rang my bells.’

The man on the table had blue eyes that protruded from the dim light within the room, his chest covered in dry and fresh blood, sweat dampening his skin and clothes. You overheard that his name was Thomas Shelby, Helena’s father.

You stepped closer and examined his wound. A bullet wound. Minimal surface damage and easily removed.

‘If someone could get me some bandages, an unopened bottle of alcohol and some tweezers with a bowl of warm water.’

‘I’ll get it.’ Helena walked past you to what seemed to be the kitchen.

‘The cheap one, Hallie,’ the light haired one yelled after her, his toothpick sitting between his lips. ‘If you open that rum from the Caribbean, I swear to you that I won’t give you any more sweets.’

‘You give her sweets?’ Thomas lifted his head.

‘Sometimes.’

‘Mr. Shelby if you could just relax for a short time longer. I will get that bullet out of you as swiftly as possible.’

Further taking in his naked chest you noticed his tattoo. Similar to sun rays just above his right chest. You had seen this tattoo before…

‘Mr. Shelby, can I ask you something?’

‘Yes.’

‘Do you perhaps have a scar on your lower back? On your right just above your glutes?’

‘How do you know that?’ He stared up at you, holding your gaze as Helena came back with the supplies you needed.

‘Given it was a back injury you were transported to the tent on your stomach,’ you grabbed the alcohol to clean the wound, a hiss escaping him as you grabbed the tweezers, ready to pull out the metal embedded in his flesh. ‘I was the nurse that treated you. I was covered in ugly drapes and bloods, can’t say you could recognise me,’

Thomas winced as the ends of the tweezers dug around to grab the piece of metal, a small smirk on his lips. ‘You don’t say eh?’

‘I’m sure you’ll be having a déjà vu when I pull it out,’ you grabbed it and pulled it out, a loud growl escaping his lips as air pushed past his lips.

‘Thank you again.’

‘No problem, Mr. Shelby.’ You disposed of the bullet in a dish Arthur held out to you. ‘Next time Helena is not picked up I’ll bring her home and bring my first aid kit with me.’

‘That’s actually not a bad idea,’ he pulled himself up, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it. ‘Small Heath is starting you feel like a battlefield,’

‘Then I’ll be your nurse ready to care you to health.’

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Catching Tommy Shelby looking at reader, just admiring her which makes reader all flustered. Just some fluff would be lovely!

You stood on the sidelines holding your elbow with your arm as you watched everyone else either dance, drink or smoke. It was your best friends sisters wedding and as much as you wanted to be there, you also wanted to go home. A waiter walked by and offered you a drink but you rejected it. You sighed softly before you felt a gaze on you. Your eyes scanned the room until you found where the gaze was coming from. You knew who he was. Thomas Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders.

Your cheeks fired up when you made eye contact. He brought his glass to his lips as he watched you stand there. Once the liquid was gone, he stood up and made his way to you. Your eyes darted back and forth before you found yourself running outside into the alleyway in hopes he wasn't actually there, that you had imagined it.

"Why are you running away?" His voice stopped you in your tracks and you stood there frozen as he approached you until he was invading your personal space. His eyes scanned over you and noticed how you were nervous. "I'm not going to hurt ya if that's what your thinkin." His hand rested on your cheek while giving you a gentle smile. "I just noticed you standing there and you are beautiful. Tell me... did you come to this wedding alone? Or were you standing around waiting for someone?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I came alone. Don't have a partner or anything!" You chewed your bottom lip while mentally slapping yourself for saying that. Thomas chuckled before giving you a fake pout.

"What a shame... for you. Not for me because now I can stand here with you and not worry about a thing." His fingers trailed over your shoulder while leaning into you. "You my dear are too beautiful to be here alone or alone in general as you just admitted." His eyes burned into yours before his lips pressed against your forehead. "Thomas shelby, my lady." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. "And you may call me yours tonight."

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v1olentdelights · 9 months

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A Shelby Tradgedy

Thomas Shelby x reader

a/n: just a short blurb that I sent a long while back to a friend. I don't really write for Peaky Blinders, but I thought this was fitting. This is a one time piece! I will not be writing for anymore peaky blinders

tw: yelling, gaslighting :)

Summary: You knew the feeling of heartbreak all too well (literally that short kitchen scene in the 10 minute all too well by T.S.)

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It had been a grand celebration at the Garrison seeing as the Blinders had closed a deal with a previous rival gang. Things had been going well with almost everything. Tommy had been coming back

"Why are enough moping around y/n, we just closed a deal!" Tommy exclaimed, though it wasn't happy

"Because you wouldn't even stand next to me, you didn't look at me Thomas! What am I supposed to think?!" You felt like it was stupid but you were hurt.

"Oh don't go moping about eh? Like I said, celebration. I don't have to stand by your side. Why does it matter?" His voice was harsh.

It mattered because he had been looking at the barmaid.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY HUSBAND! YOU DONT GO ABOUT KISSING EVERY GIRL YOU SEE!"

"I DIDNT KISS ANYONE Y/N!" He took a step closer, you take a retreating one feeling the tears well in your eyes.

"Don't make me feel crazy Thomas. Don't do that. DONT DO IT! THAT IS NOT FAIR!" turning to lean on the sink you let yourself hurt.

"Stop making it about you. You are acting so selfish right now." His tone angry and dismissive.

"God, why did I ever love a man like you?" You scoffed about to make your way to a spare room. He grabbed your wrist keeping you there.

"Hey, hey, y/n." his voice softer "I'm sorry y/n, I don't want to fight about this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He says as he holds you to his chest.

Wiping your tears you chuckled. "I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't mean it." But deep down you know you did.

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golddaggers · 2 years

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do you know that trend on tiktok where the husband holds wife’s pregnant belly to relieve the pressure on her back? can you do something like that for mr shelby please?

hold my poodle while i swoon over dad!tommy 😫

charlie shrieks outside while tommy mock-chases across the yard. it’s such a sight, to watch him with his boy, to see how affectionate he can be when it comes to his family. it brings a smile to your face, your hand falling to heavy bump.

since no one would come to the house before 10, you didn’t bother dressing up. you’d fished a white dress shirt that belonged to your husband and slipped on your bloomers, anything else was an effort you were too tired to give.

you’re pouring some fresh coffee to a mug when the door creaks open. charlie’s still laughing and it’s infectious, you can’t help but tag along, chuckling. tommy’s presence surrounds you like a warm blanket, his arms lulling into a stillness unbeknownst to you anywhere else.

“you okay, darling?” his fingers dance over the naked skin, a gentle feather stroke.

“tired,” you half-complain, tilting your head back so he could kiss you.

“ew!” charlie calls out. “that’s gwoss.”

tommy laughs, a sound so rare you take a moment to enjoy it. you feel his hands slide down, just below the swell of your stomach, then the lift and instant relief from the weight you’ve been carrying, which, at eight months, was the heaviest so far.

a small noise slips out, filled with pleasure. he’d do this often, more so if you complained about how sore your back was. tommy’d been so tender and overly careful with you. holding your belly like that, massaging your swollen ankles, feeding you salted crackers when you couldn’t eat out of nauseousness. you never thought a husband would be so invested in his wife while pregnant.

“better?” tommy mumbles, his lips pressed to your temple. “he’s so big.”

“he?”

“what do you think, charlie? would you like a baby brother?”

“i would like a puppy, dada.” the boy rolls his eyes and both you and tommy laugh at his spontaneous answer. “if i help you carry pwincess’ tummy, do i get one?”

“even my son calls you princess, darling,” he whispers, slowly releasing your belly. “i guess i should watch out.”

“yeah, maybe you should.”

you turn to kiss the tip of his nose, then helps charlie to his chair so he can start eating his breakfast. even now you feel tears pricking. if happiness is a thing, that’s what it feels like.

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runnning-outof-time · 6 months

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Congrats on 2k, Reb @peakyswritings !! I’m so thankful for the ideas you shared with me. I hope I did this one justice and that it’s spooky enough for your celebration!! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

The Devil’s Voice

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: mentions of religion, re-working of a season 3 plotline, indirect mention of murder

Word Count: 739

Summary: Tommy meets a woman at a crossroads who agrees to help him execute his business.

“Polly said you’d come.”

Tommy heard the woman before he saw her properly. Only her outline was visible as he approached her on the desolate road, the wind making the fog roll over the fields that boardered it on both sides.

“Polly has a tendency to talk,” he responded as he stopped in front of her. He couldn’t help but give her a once over. Her appearance was the exact opposite what he was expecting when Polly spoke about her.

“But yet you’re in front of me,” she quipped, running her eyes up and down his body as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“She said you’d be able to help me,” he got right into business.

“Depends on what you’re looking for help with.” The response was vague, but her quirked eyebrow told him that she was interested in hearing his proposition.

“His name is Father Hughes…”

“Ahh, a priest,” she interjected, nodding slowly at the information.

“Only in the title,” he remarked, “he’s done things that rival the worst…uses the cloth he wears to cover it up.”

“And he’s who you’re up against?” she asked.

Tommy nodded. “He works as a member Section D. Has me out doing his bidding for him while he’s playing both sides and reporting information back to the opposition. I’ve been tasked to kill him. My latest attempt didn’t come out as expected. So…”

“That’s where I come in?” she took the words from him mouth, watching with raised eyebrows to see how he’d respond. He only nodded. She nodded back and took a moment to think over the information she was just given; weighing it all out in her mind. “Striking down a man of god won’t be the easiest thing I’ve done, but I’ll certainly take pleasure in doing it,” she finally gave her answer.

“So you’re agreeing?” Tommy checked to make sure.

“He’ll be dead by sunrise,” she answered, a sinister grin forming on her face as she said the morbid sentence.

“Good,” he nodded once, making to turn and head back to his car.

“But I should tell you, Mr. Shelby,” her voice made him stop in his tracks and he slowly turned back to face her again. She waited until she had his full attention to continue: “if I do this for you, you’re mine forever.” Her words came out in a slow manner, as if she was making sure he heard every word.

Usually a statement such as this would make a look of surprise, or even fear, flash across the face of the person it was being said to. (Y/N) had seen it time and time again from the people who’d made deals with her in the past. If she was honest, it was her favorite part of these meetings. But Tommy Shelby looked completely different when she uttered these words. His lips were slightly parted and he nodded his head ever-so slightly before what seemed to be a look of intrigue flashed across his face. She wondered if she would have even caught it if she wasn’t watching him so closely.

He simply looked her over once more before finally saying: “just make sure it’s done.” With that he turned and began walking back to his vehicle.

(Y/N) grinned as she watched him walk away, biting on her bottom lip as she restrained herself from going and propositioning him right there. He is going to be a fun one, she thought to herself, her grin growing.

“So you’ve done it?” Polly questioned her nephew as she entered his office the following afternoon.

“I have,” Tommy answered without looking up from his papers. “Father Hughes has been killed, all is well.”

“Except it’s not,” she was quick to respond, a weariness present in her words.

Hearing them finally made Tommy look up. “What do you mean, Pol?” he asked her.

“You didn’t listen to me fully,” she started, a grave seriousness present in her voice. Tommy only tipped his head slightly to show he was listening, “I told you to hold caution when meet with her; that she’d take something in return. The devil’s voice is sweet to hear, but that sweetness will fade fast. She’s going to ruin your life, Thomas.”

Tommy only nodded after hearing his aunt’s foreboding words. If the devil’s voice was sweet to hear, at least he’d have something ‘sweet’ in his life from now on.

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New Endings - Part 6

A/N: I know it's been a while but I promise I haven't abandoned this story (although it might seem like that since I started on this chapter in december already). I want to thank every single one of you who have supported this serie and I hope you still will... because it's not done yet 👀 Little note: there are a few lines from an earlier chapter, these are marked like this. There's also a little flashback that has not been in any of the chapters, these lines are marked like this.

Warnings: Angst, abuse/domestic violence, threatening, mentions of a gun, swearing, injuries.

Word count: 3.7k

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The cold morning rain hit harshly against her face without any mercy while the hard wind made it almost difficult to breath. The storm reflected the one of insecurity and doubt that was raging inside her.

It would only take a few more minutes until she’d reach the house that once held so much joy. She pressed her quickly gathered belongings closer to her soaked coat while thinking about what would happen the moment she would knock on the door.

None of her thoughts held anything positive.

As the house came in sight she noticed it was eerie quiet. Maybe he was still asleep, it was very early after all. She took a deep breath before passing trough the small gate and making her way to the door. Hesitation made her hand stop mid air, her knuckles inches away from touching the wooden door.

She felt the water drip down her face into the puddles that had formed on the tiles, slowly shaking her out of her thoughts. There was no way back, she had said her last goodbyes to Tommy and now had to face David.

Her knuckles hit the door a few times, awaiting the answer from the other side. A few seconds turned into a few minutes before she knocked again. Her trembling body waited for an answer once again, one that didn’t came.

Maybe he wasn’t home.

She decided to make her way to the back of the house until all of sudden she heard the door creak. The beating of her heart sped up as she watched the door open, standing eye to eye with the man who she feared.

“David-“

“Are you here to tell me that you succeeded already?” The confused look in his eyes quickly turned into an intimidating one as his eyes scanned her thoroughly.

“I-“

“Or did he kick you out? I mean what else did you expect to happen?” He spoke calmly but his words were laced with venom. He stepped aside, making room for her to enter. “Come in, before you get sick.”

He caught the insecure look in her eyes as she hesitated to set her feet inside, his demeanor softening in an instant. “Go get changed, you’re soaked.” His words sounded genuine but scared her more than any threat that had came her way. She walked past him into the house, the warmth of it welcoming her. She carefully put her belongings down on the table before taking off her coat. She watched David as he stood on the other side of the table.

“Well? How is Thomas Shelby?” He asked while crossed his arms. “I didn’t do it.” She answered the first questioned he had asked her at the door. He slowly shook his head as he approached her, his hand cupping her cheek. “What is it with you and all your bad decisions lately, hm?”

She swallowed harshly. “I don’t want to get involved.” David chuckled humorlessly. “It’s a bit late for that now, don’t you think?”

“Please I-“

His hand left her face, her eyes focusing on his, begging him to leave her alone. “Go upstairs and get rid of those wet clothes.” He ordered while taking a step back. “I’ll make you a bath.” Noticing her hesitation he spoke up once again. “Go on.” She nodded slowly before making her way upstairs.

A couple of documents were slammed on Tommy’s desk with a loud bang, his aunt’s hand still resting on top of them. He looked up at her, an unbothered look on his face as far as being unbothered went. “I gathered everything you need, don’t you dare telling me I was wrong.” Her brown eyes were laced with anger and annoyance, staring directly into her nephew’s eyes before taking her hand off the papers. He kept her gaze, a burning cigarette in his hand, not saying a single word. “I’ve told you from the beginning that it was a bad idea.” Harsh words were thrown his way. “Where do you think that she is now, hm? All of sudden going back to the man that was being terrible to her, who the bloody hell would do that?”

After keeping her gaze for a few more seconds, Tommy let his eyes move down to the papers before sliding them to the side of his desk. “It’s her decision. Turns out she’s not mine to love.” The uninterested tone of his voice sparked something within in Polly that caused the fire to lash out even more. “I said it before and I’ll say it again, she makes you blind! I’m not going to sit here and wait until this family is wiped from their existence.” She pulled one of the papers from the pile and slammed it down in front of him. “They’re after you, Thomas and she knew. She fucking knew!” The frustration in her voice made him wary. He took another look at the letters that were infused on the paper, the words connecting with the dots in his mind.

“Where did you get this?” He wondered while eagerly grabbing the other papers, his cigarette still firmly sat between his fingers. “I actually did something with the information you gathered. Something you should’ve done before letting her back into your life.” She sneered as she grabbed a picture from between the documents, putting it down in front of him and pointing at two particular men standing smiling next to a group of people. “Do you recognize them?”

He looked at the picture, immediately recognizing the man who had become a rather important topic in his life. “David Wright.” He looked up at his aunt. “How did you get this?” Her answer didn’t came, instead she pointed at the other man on the photograph. “Did she tell you about him?” She asked, her eyes boring into him. “No.”

“Of course not.” Polly clenched her jaw. “Luca Changretta.” She spat. “The italian maffia, Thomas.” He looked up at her, remembering something (Y/N) had told him and creating the missing link he was looking for since the first night they had spend time together.

How did you meet him?" Tommy asked while he leaned his arms on the chair. "At a party, in a club. Also in London." She took a sip of her wine. "A friend invited me. He was there with a group of his friends and he came to the rescue when some Italian was bothering me."

He should’ve known, her nervous behavior should’ve been a sign.

"We hit it off pretty well and it turned out the Italian was a friend of his who had a few too many drinks."

“They’re after you.” Polly warned again while she watched him read the remaining of the papers. “She’s in on it too, she’s the one that knows everything about you after all.” He shook his head. “It’s been years, Pol. She wouldn’t.” The words left his mouth before he could think and before realizing who was in front of him. “She would and I’m not going to wait until they hunt us down! You’re too blind. Once again you’re way too fucking blind!” The loud voice of his aunt boomed trough his office, repeating the words she had told him before.

“They’re after you and she went back to him once she had you wrapped around her finger, what more do I have to tell you?!”

A deep sigh left her mouth as she made her way down the stairs. The warm bath David drew for her and the dry clothes made her body feel more at ease after a stressful morning. When she entered the livingroom, she found David sitting at the table. The gun he gave her was right in front of him with six bullets neatly lined up next to each other.

“Must be better, right?” David mentioned, referring to her dry clothes while leaning back in his chair. She nodded as her eyes didn’t leave the gun. “It is.”

“You can sit down, sweetheart.” The pet name disgusted her but she obeyed him anyways. “Let’s adress the elephant in the room, shall we?” He started. “As you can see I made it a little easier for you.” He rested his finger on top of one of the bullets. “Since Thomas Shelby seems a little too hard to start off with, why don’t we start with someone else first?” He pushed the bullet her way, she noticed a name that was carefully carved into the ammunition. “John Shelby. Must be an easy target, not the smartest one and doesn’t think before he acts. Something you two seem to have in common.” He sighed as he pushed another bullet her way. “After you’re done with him, we have Polly. Way too nosy.”

The blood in her veins was racing trough her body, the thumping of her heart filled her ears while the panic was clawing onto every single piece of her body. She watched as David shoved the other bullets her way one by one, the names of Arthur, Ada and Finn neatly carved into them. “And last but certainly not least, Tommy Shelby himself. Must be much easier since you’ve had a bit of practice.” He coldly told her, adding a wink.

Tears filled her eyes at the disgusting words that fell off his lips. “No.” She shook her head while rapidly blinking away the tears that threatened to spill, this was not the time to look weak in front of him. “No, I refuse. I fucking refuse.” Her words came out harsh as her fear lashed out into anger. “You refuse? You have no fucking choice.” David’s loud voice boomed trough the room as he slammed his fist on the table, the sound of the bullets rattling against the wood. “You crossed a fucking line and you’re going to make up for it!” He pointed his finger in her direction. “Or do you want to tell Luca that it isn’t going to happen? That his whole fucking plan is going down the drain because one pathetic bitch is too scared to pull the trigger? Do you think he’ll be understanding and tell you that it’ll be alright?!” The sudden movement of him standing made his chair fall backwards with a loud bang.

“I don’t fucking care!” She shouted back at him. “I never wanted to be a part of this!” Her eyes widened when she saw him come closer. Her breath stocked in her throat, making it hard to breath. “Was that before or after your woke up his bed like the fucking whore you are?! You had no problem coming all the way to Small Heath to tell us where we could find him!”

“You fucking forced me to! You fucking framed me with all of your fake promises!” She stood up, trying not to let him intimidate her. “And I did not sleep with him!” She felt his hands grab her wrists tightly, pushing her hands above her head and pushing her until her harshly back hit the wall, a soft cry left her mouth. His face was only inches away from hers as she struggled to get out of his strong grip. “You’re going out there, finishing what we started! You know I’m within reach of your loved ones and unlike you, I’m not a fucking coward!”

His booming voice made her ears ring, the words getting to her loud and clear, knowing he wouldn’t throw empty threats her way. “Fuck you.” She hissed as she felt the grip on her wrist tighten even more. “It’s obvious you’ve surrounded yourself with that Shelby scum again, look at the way you’re talking to me.” He harshly grabbed her cheeks after releasing her wrists, feeling his fingers painfully dig into her skin. “You should remember that you don’t fucking talk to me like that.”

As soon as he released her, she spat in his face. A stinging pain in her left cheek was followed immediately after. “Fucking bitch!” As she tried to lash out at him, another hit struck her.

Tears pricked in her eyes as she carefully touched her cheek and eye, trying to sooth the pain somehow. David turned around to take the gun from the table, her eyes widened as he put the bullets back into it. Fear took over her and she turned away as quickly as possible to flee the room. The firm grip of his hand yanked her back by her arm and harshly pushed her back against the wall. The feeling of the cold metal resting against her forehead made her freeze. “I could also end it all right here, right now.” David calmly explained, his finger resting on the trigger. “It’s your choice.”

Her chest was heaving up and down, her breathing becoming heavier each second. “Please do. I’d rather be death than that I have to spend one more minute with you.” Her determined voice was soft but clear, a sudden confidence taking over. A life full of abuse and taking a toll on her.

“Is that what you want, yeah?” He pressed the gun deeper into her skin. She closed her eyes, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “I fucking asked you something!” He shouted at her, making her body tremble. Rethinking her decision she spoke up one more time. “Yes.”

Without hesitation he pulled the trigger back. She heard a loud click followed by deafening silence.

The metal was still brutally pressed against her skin, providing a painful friction. It took a moment before she carefully opened her eyes, only to find David with a bullet between his fingers.

“Thomas Shelby saved you once again.” He spat as he put the gun down. “But this will be the last time.” He continued while putting the last bullet with Tommy’s name on it in the chamber. “Now get the fuck out.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt her heart banging against her ribs, suddenly realizing what kind of fate she had accepted in just a few seconds. “Did you not hear me? Get the fuck out!” He pushed her out of the hall to the front door. “Let me get my coat, please.” She chocked out. “Shut the fuck up.” He opened the front door and pushed her out in the pouring rain, pressing the gun into her hands. “David-“

“You’d rather be death than spending one more minute with me, hm? Won’t let you have that.” He slammed the door shut behind her, leaving her numb on the front lawn with the gun as a burden she couldn’t get rid of.

She stared at the house in front of her, the one she always dreamt of, the one that was supposed to be the center of happiness. The promising words of David replaying in her mind.

“We can leave London when business is done, move to the town you grew up in.” He told her when gently stroking her hair. “Really?” She beamed at him, thinking of how, even after everything, she had been missing Birmingham. “But you love London.”

“I’d do it for you.” He smiled at her. The corners of her mouth curled into an even bigger smile before pressing a kiss against his cheek. “You know, I actually got you something.” David took a set of keys out of his pocket and handed it to her.

She gave him a confused look. “What’s is this?” She chuckled. “Remember you told me that house you always loved as a kid?” He asked her as he watched her nodding. “It’s ours.”

“What?” She gasped. “Are you serious? Why?” He smiled and nodded. “To promise that I’ll treat you better. We can use it for the weekends and once I got my business rolling here, we can move there. Would you like that?” She nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. “Thank you so much David, I don’t know what to say.” She smiled. He pressed a kiss against her lips. “You don’t have to say something, sweetheart. Just imagine our future, hm? Just the two of us, being happy. Maybe a little family a few years in.” He told her while kissing her again.

How her life had turned into the worst. She should have known the moment he used the house as a bait to make her stay. Promises to do better, only became lies to make things worse.

As she turned to leave, the front door opened again revealing David with her coat and a suitcase with other personal possesions. “Get that shit out of here.” He threw her coat on the lawn before opening the suitcase and emptying it all over. She watched her clothes and precious jewelry scatter all over the tiling and grass before the suitcase was tossed her way, hitting her in the process. “Remember that I’ll always find you.”

The door slammed shut as she got on her knees to retrieve her belongings and stuffed them into her suitcase. She picked up her coat and draped it over her arm as it was way too wet to provide her the warmth she needed.

She made her way down the street, with no idea where to go.

The evening had covered the sky with a blanket of darkness, giving the world a sign it was time for their well deserved rest. The same rest she finally could give her feet, after carrying her the whole day, as she sat down on the stairs in front of the entrance of a building. Her body shivered from the cold wind that was blowing against her wet clothes.

She was desperate to find a place to stay but there wasn’t. She had no money and the only one she could turn to was no option any longer. There was no way Tommy would let her come back after she told him that she was going back to David.

She couldn’t stay out either, it was cold and most of all dangerous to wander the streets at night to find any kind of shelter.

The only thing that came to mind was the Garrison, even if it was only to warm up, maybe she’d find someone who could help her out. She leant her back against the wall, steadying her suitcase between her feet, as she let the events of the day run trough her mind.

How did she let it get this far?

Bad decision after bad decision was made, the wrong people were trusted and it felt like a downfall, except for the fact that she was still falling deeper and deeper and there was no way to stop.

Maybe London was the biggest mistake, in retrospect Birmingham gave her everything she needed but she might’ve realised it way too late. She wanted more but it brought her less.

“Fucking lock.” John tried to turn the key but failed once again. Maybe it was the lack of light or the amount of alcohol he had that night but it seemed like it was much harder than usual. A cigarette hung loosely on his lip as he mumbled out some more curse words.

“Are you closing?” A familiar voice made him look up, finding the silhouette of a woman next to him. “Y/N? Is that you?” He watched her as she came closer, surprising him. “What are you doing ‘ere? You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

She sighed, feeling embarrassed to ask for help. “Well, I-“ She paused her sentence to think about her next words. John’s eyes fell on the suitcase she was carrying. “Oh, I’m sorry (Y/N).” She shrugged. “I got kicked out. Again.” She jokingly said. It was followed by a soft chuckle as she tried to lighten up the situation in someway.

“Doesn’t sound very funny to me.” He seriously said as he looked at her, his eyes falling on her swollen cheek, the light bruising of her eye and a few marks left on her skin. "Did that fuckin' bastard hit you again?" She shook her head. "No-" John interrupted her. "(Y/N), I can see it. I might be drunk but I'm not fuckin' blind. This is not from falling or bumping into something.”

"It's nothing, I promise." She smiled kindly at him while he shook his head. Silence followed as he kept his eyes on her. “I think I-I’ll go.” She mumbled, his gaze making her uncomfortable.

“Where are you going to stay?” He slurred out the last words of his sentence. “I don’t know. I hoped to warm up in the Garrison but I think I’m a bit too late.”

He sighed softly. “Yeah sorry, love. Was just closin’ up.” He tried the key once more, finally being able to lock the pub. “You know, I’d let you stay on Watery Lane but I have to talk to Tom and Pol about it”

“No it’s fine.” She smiled at him. “But where will you stay then?” He wondered again.

“I honestly don’t know.” She fumbled with her suitcase. “I have no space at home. Y’know with the kids and all but you’re welcome for breakfast.” He offered. “I appreciate it John, thank you.”

He let his gaze wander over her again. “For how long have you been out?” He wondered. “Since this morning.”

“This morning? Are you mad? You’ll get sick.” Worry laced in his words. “Look I can bring you to Watery Lane, yeah? I'll talk to Tom and Pol tomorrow.”

“No, no, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” She waved her hand dismissively as she declined his offer. “Then what? It’s too dangerous for you to stay out here in the dark.” John tried to convince her. “I’ll find something.” She watched John as he was fumbling with his suitjacket.

“ ‘ere.” He put the keys of his childhood home in her hands. “No, no, you really don’t have to. I’ll find something else. I don’t want to be a bother.” She tried to protest against his offer, the idea of running into Tommy making her anxious. He took her chin gently between his thumb and finger, immediately apologizing when she flinched at his touch. “Oh… sorry.” He trailed off for a second before speaking up again. “Listen, it’s fine. Wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you, eh? Now I’ll get you there safely, yeah? And then you thank me and wish me a goodnight because I can’t wait to go see me wife.” He winked at her before carefully letting go of her face, earning a small smile from her.

“Thank you, John.” She softly answered as she felt the pressure of the gun burning against her skin.

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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Affection

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 267

It was a slow day in the Shelby household. Thomas was in his office, working on paperwork again. You were also in his office, knitting on the loveseat. Charlie was on the floor, playing a toy train.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you knitted a scarf, every once in awhile looking up to look at Charlie and then Thomas.

Soon enough, one of the maids came in with afternoon tea and dropped it off at the small table in front of the loveseat. You smiled at the maid and thanked her softly. Setting your work down, you sat up and leaned over to make a small plate of the small sandwiches the maid had made Charlie. You placed it in front of him when he came over to the table.

“Here you go, darlin.” You smiled at him and ran a hand over his head. Kissing his forehead, you set about making Thomas a cuppa. You then brought it over to him and stood behind him. Setting the cup down next to his work so it wouldn’t get on his paperwork.

You then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed just behind his ear. He leaned back into you and sighed contently. He raised a hand up to hold your arm.

“What is this?” He spoke softly.

You grinned gently. “Affection.” You teased him.

He chuckled and teased back “Disgusting.”

You both chuckled for a moment. Followed by a brief silence.

“Do it again.” He whispered into your ear with a small growl.

You flushed and grinned wider before leaning in to kiss him passionately.

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Hello, Mar! Hope you are okay! 🥰

This is a gif blurb female edition, I'm sending you the one and only Polly!

Not rush at all to write it! Just have fun ♥️

Hello Flor!!!! @raincoffeeandfandoms thank you so much for sending this gif in! I had the idea for a while, but between the holidays and all, I couldn’t write it back then.

it was so much fun writing for Polly and pissing Tommy off 😂 I hope you enjoy this little blurb! xxx

The ladies club

“You’re taking Y/N fucking where?!” Tommy spat banging his hand against the desk. “To a ladies club.” Polly repeated with all the calm of the world. But her nephew was fuming, eyes almost popping out from its place. “Absolutely the fuck not.” “So you’re telling me for your bachelor party, you can get to go with the boys to a gentlemen strip club, but Y/N isn’t allowed to enjoy a ladies night out?” “That’s different…” “How? Showing off tits is the same to show off-” “Stop it Pol, I said no.” Tommy protested through gritted teeth. Polly flicked her cigarette, ignoring her nephew’s death stare. “Relax Thomas you sound like an old man.” Then, taking her handbag from his desk she stood up. “Besides, everyone is going, Ada, Lizzie, Esme… even Linda!” She made the signal of the cross. “Pol…” “I’ll sent her off perfectly trained for your wedding night…” “I’m serious…” Tommy was heavily breathing like a bull. “Don’t worry they will be gentle…” Reaching the door, Polly found Y/N biting down her nails, terrified. “Polly I’m warning you.” The matriarch of the Shelby clan saw a thick vein pulsing against Tommy’s temple, jaw clenched. “Why should the boys have all the fun?” She asked as if it meant nothing. “Over my death body.” Tommy marched towards his fiancée furiously. “So what? Are you going to strip and dance for her?” Looking at the ceiling, he exhaled. If that would keep Y/N away from those greasy men…

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calummss · 7 months

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Change Of Witness | Thomas Shelby

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summary: coming home earlier from work you see your father with a noose around his neck and hear the sound of a clocking gun behind you

pairing: fem! reader x thomas shelby

words: 800

a/n: inspo kill boksoon; tw short description of abuse; NOT PROOF READ

You never were one to talk much. You rather kept to yourself; alone, surrounded by nothing but thought and memories. Working in the store was a constant reminder that you weren’t a people’s person.

‘Y/n,’ one of the female workers called. ‘Can you take over my shift today?’

‘I can’t,’ you replied dryly. ‘I have a reservation for tea with my mother.’ You didn’t.

‘Oh okay. Have fun.’

‘Thank you.’

Walking over to where your personal items where you went to grab your bag when your sleeve rose, revealing a dark purple mark that kissed your skin, visible to anyone who took a glance at your arm. Quickly pulling your sleeve back down, you made your way out of the shop hurrying along the roads of Small Heath to get home. Wanting you to curl up in bed and deal with life the next day.

‘Look at me when I’m talking to you!’

A sting pained your face as your head turned sideways, impacted by the force of a steady hand.

‘Do you have no respect for me!’

Another sting. Another whip of the head. Your neck muscles are close to cramping as you fell to your knees.

‘Do you have nothing to say?’

You stayed silent.

With a swift motion he held your wrist, forcefully pulling you up as you winced, ‘Please stop,’ you cried out quietly.

‘Now you fucking talk?’

‘Please stop.’

‘I will stop once you act right!’—

‘Excuse me,’ the lady you bumped into apologised kindly.

‘No, I’m sorry.’ You said but she was long gone.

Arriving home you opened the door, leaving your bag at the front a stayed completely silent for a few seconds, trying to figure out if you were alone or if you had to expect him to be home. But something felt eerie. A weird sound sounded from further in the house. Walking towards the living room the sounds got louder, clearer, like someone’s voice was being hindered. When you stepped into the living room you stood still, taking off your hand as you watched your father stand on a small wooden stool with a noose tied around his neck, a scarf tied around his mouth that muffled out the shouts he was trying to get past the fabric. You stood there eyeing him, unsure of what had happened when the clocking of a gun suddenly sounded behind you, something touching the back of your head.

‘You’re supposed to be at work.’ The man’s voice sounded husky.

‘Are you here to kill my father?’ You stared straight ahead, not daring to turn around, trying to sound out your father’s cries for help.

‘Your father is killing himself…’ He said in a raspy tone, his tone weirdly pervasive. ‘After killing his own daughter.’

Pressing your lips together you stared at the noose that held your father’s life, ‘I really should’ve taken that shift.’

You pulled your shoulder together when you noticed that the man had taken hold of your hat, the quiet sound letting you know that he had most likely placed it on top of the piano. ‘Nice hat.’

You cleared your throat.

‘How old are you?’

‘Twenty-two.’

‘That complicates things,’

‘In what way?’ You asked gently, your feet starting to cramp with how still you were standing.

‘You’re basically a child. I have younger siblings so I don’t kill children. That’s my rule.’ He said with his same monotone voice, the pressure on the back of your head releasing when he withdrew his gun.

‘I see that your job isn’t just for bad people then?’

‘Are you always this reckless?’

‘Defining someone as a child is really vague.’ You told him, staring at a picture that stood on the coffee table next to the small stool. ‘Rules should be clearer. You should say you don’t kill minors. But I’m a grown woman with a job.’

‘Child or woman, letting a witness survive—hey.’

Before he could finish his sentence you stomped over to the chair, kicking it from underneath his feet as you watched him wiggle and cry out. You turned around facing the man that had come to your house to do what you had done, recognising his face as Thomas Shelby who you have seen around Small Heath occasionally.

‘Now you are the witness.’ You stared at him, a slow smile forming on your lips as you could feel the grips of your wrist loosen as the muffles grew quieter. His breaths stretching out before stopping completely. ‘Are you still going to kill me, Mr. Shelby?’

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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How would Thomas Shelby react to being called pretty by the reader?

"Good morning darlin!" Thomas walked up behind you, wrapped his arms around you tightly and kissed your cheek while you were dropping the chopped up fruit into his oatmeal.

"Good morning pretty." You smiled to yourself. Thomas spun you around on your heels.

"What did you call me?" He tilted his head as you stood up straight and swallowed the lump in your throat. You were slightly scared to repeat yourself but you knew it was better to do it than just stand there. Thomas lifted your chin up with his finger and made you look him in the eyes.

"I called you pretty!" You blurted out. Thomas stood up straight before a smile creeped onto his face. You smiled up at him as you ran your hands over his chest and kissed his cheek.

"You think I'm pretty huh?" Thomas patted your head gently as you nodded along.

"Very pretty Thomas!" You grabbed his breakfast and set it on the table while he sat down and opened the paper since the food needed to cool down.

"You my dear, are very pretty yourself and don't you ever let anyone tell you other wise." Thomas motioned for you to bend down. You bent down and he kissed you softly on the lips. "And if they do.... I'll take care of them." He mumbled against your lips with a smile. You stood up straight and fixed his hair that was out of place .

"My pretty boy!"

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peakyscillian · 2 years

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Cillian Masterlist

Cillian Requests CLOSED

Please read Warning on my Main Masterlist.

Nearly all of my storys contain smut.

🤍 Requested 🖤 Smut

Cillian : One Shots

Date Night - Boyfriend!Cillian

Birthday Boy - Husband!Cillian Birthday Morning Treat. 🖤

Comfort - It's the end of Peaky Blinders & Cillian is feeling lost.

Magic - The worse period pains of your life so far? Soft!Cillian can help.🤍

Break - Based off writing prompts, Cillian & Y/N break up. 🤍

Unexpected - Everything that's worthwhile comes unexpectedly. 🖤🤍

Away - Cillian is living in Manchester for PB filming & that results in cute Skype calls. 🤍

Practice - Cillian needs help with a tricky scene. 🖤🤍

Hitched - It's your wedding day & Cillian finally gets to see your dress.(R)

Unwrap - Bad day? Cillian can help you. 🖤🤍 Public - Teasing you in public, Cillian ultimate fantasy. 🖤🤍 Heat - It’s too hot to sleep piled together in a bed.

Backseat - Expanded on my NSFW alphabet wild card. 🖤 When I kissed the teacher - Cillian has a fantasy 🖤🤍 Storm - Fluffy!Cillian x Reader. Needy - maybe you’re just a tiny bit needy.🖤🤍 Scars to your beautiful - an Angsty Cillian One Shot🤍 I miss you - Cillian needs to prove he only has eyes for you. 🖤🤍 Surprise - No plot just smut 🖤 Normal - Sometimes Cillian gets to lead a normal life.🖤🤍 Six Months - It's been a long six months for Cillian 🖤🤍 It's My Birthday - Birthday fic for @janelongxox 🖤 Solo - Cillian needs some alone time 🖤

Spice - Twenty years of marriage, maybe things need spicing up. 🖤🤍

Rebel - Cillian is trying to get his teenage daughter to like him again 🖤

Man Like You - Is Reader too young for a man like Cillian? 🖤🤍

Love Affair - Cillian and Reader fell in-love on set, can they keep it a secret on the red carpet.🖤🤍 First - There's a first time for everything.🖤 Fright - Why did you decide to say yes to Cillian when he suggested watching a horror movie? 🖤🤍 Explosive - Sometimes you just can’t wait. 🖤 From The Start - Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how you’ve felt from the start. 🖤🤍 This Christmas - Starting new traditions this Christmas. Drifting - You and Cillian have been drifting apart lately. Part One | Part Two 🖤🤍 Caught - Mutually checking each other out - can only lead to one thing, right? 🖤🤍 Anxious Darling - Sometimes you just can’t shake the anxiety 🤍

Valentines - Cillian doesn’t believe in Valentines Day, but y/n is determined to make him see sense! 🖤

Easter - Easter with the family. Hungover - The morning after one too many drinks. 🖤🤍 Birthday - Just a filthy one shot for our mans birthday. 🖤

Match - The perfect match.

Babymoon - Cillian just can’t get enough of Y/N being pregnant. 🖤🤍 Daddy's Home - Cillian’s been away filming for months, finally he’s home.🤍 Proposal - Cillian is finally popping the question. 🤍 Sharing - “Because we drank too much last night” 🖤🤍 Part One | Two Medicine - Cillian and family time is the best medicine

Pink - Cillian arrives home early from filming.🖤🤍

Canvas - Reader has an idea, Cillian is definitely on-board.🖤🤍 Merry Christmas, Baby - The christmas party ends with an early christmas gift.🖤

Relax - Cillian knows how to make you relax 🖤🤍 Perfect Valentine - Cillian does something he really doesn’t want to do, so reader gives him something he really likes.🖤🤍 Quickie - A short smutty One Shot 🖤 Award Winning - Cillian actually leaves the house, Cillian’s not winning any awards for his acting but maybe for other things? 🖤

Kiss Me At Midnight - Everyone needs a kiss at midnight 🖤

Cillian : Drabbles

Thighs - Filth from my mind 🖤 Hands - More flith from my mind 🖤 Moving in - A little drabble requested 🖤🤍 Cringe - A drabble 🤍 Back - A little Cillian drabble 🤍 Rain - rainy days in with Cillian & your dogs 🤍 Guest - Wedding Guest Cillian Thirst - Reader introduces Cillian to thirst tweets about him 🖤🤍 Snack - Cillian just wants to eat! 🖤🤍 WAP - Cillian hears that song for the first time 🖤🤍

Morning - Cillian smutty drabble 🖤

Ready - Writing prompt ‘tying your lovers tie’ 🤍 But..what is a dilf? 🤍 Sweethearts - Young Cillian x Reader. 🤍 Selfish - Secretly dating Prompt, for Alex 🤍

Cillian : Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet 🖤 Fluff Alphabet POV: Cillian is your boyfriend this is your camera roll: Part One | Part Two | Part Three 🤍 Memes: Cillian is your boyfriend/husband you send him these memes 🤍

Cillian : Mini-Series/Series

The Date Series : Fem!Reader is set up on a blind date, follow the dates that happen after said blind date. (This will be an on-going series) Masterlist Adored: Cillian Murphy, Movie Star and Sugar Daddy. 🤍 ✨Twenty Five/Twenty Five (Completed) 15.09✨ Masterlist Bend The Rules: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Masterlist ✨Fourteen/Fourteen (Completed) 24.04✨

But a number: Fem!Reader is a young actress but has done a lot with her time in the spotlight, shes also engaged to Cillian Murphy after meeting on set of a movie two years ago, Cillian however is 19 years older than Reader, this mini-series will follow how they handle the age gap, the press and close friends & families. 🖤🤍 ✨Four/Four Completed 17.06✨ Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Family Series: One Day - A day on set, Cillian gets thinking. 🖤🤍 Day Off - Part Two of One Day. 🖤🤍 Oh, Baby - Why isn’t giving birth a mans job? ✨Three/Three Completed ✨

Treat you better: You’re cast as Tommy’s new love interest in Peaky Blinders, meaning you have to do all kinds of scenes with Cillian who you know well from the movie/tv circuit, your boyfriend who isn’t supportive is jealous. 🖤 ✨Four/Four Completed✨ One Two Three Four

Cillian : On hold Stories.

Last year: It's the annual Peaky Blinders Cast New Year getaway, but this year Willow would rather not be there. 🖤 ✨ON HOLD 05/04✨ Part One 02/01 Part Two (S) 06/01

What You're Missing: Reader & Cillian have been so busy, spending time together hasn’t happened, Reader needs to show Cillian just what he’s missing over the course of a week.🖤 Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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waterloo! (t.s.)

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pairing: 1970s! au tommy shelby x reader

“Hurry! It’s about to start!” You whined, impatient.

You stood outside your front door, watching Tommy take his time rummaging through his pockets to fish out the keys.

“ABBA!” You exclaimed, perfectly in sync with the host.

The cameras cut toward the band and you cheered, squealing as the opening riff of Waterloo kicked into life, the lively twang blaring through the room as you turned up the volume. The music exploded from each slam of the piano keys, and you watched excitedly as the singers appeared on screen, glittering in their costumes as they lifted the microphones to their lips.

You hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. Tommy slowly made his way into the room, having swung his suit jacket over his shoulder, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He watched you, happily nodding your head to the music, splayed out on the ground in your best dress.

“This is what you made us leave early for?” He chuckled, a little incredulous as you nodded your head, eyes not breaking away from the screen for a second. “I don’t get why you like this band so much.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What’s not to love?”

“Their outfits for one.” He remarked, voice dripping with derision.

You squinted at the screen, the sequins of their jumpsuits glittering even through the grainy footage.

“I quite like the outfits. You could do with a pair of those.” Your nail clinked against the glass as you pointed at Björn’s boots as he teetered on them, the towering platforms making his svelte body rise into the air like a skyscraper.

“Not my style.” He muttered, the soft click of his lighter sounding out behind you as he settled into the couch, the smell of tobacco filling the air as he took his first puff.

“I still think you ought to try it, people might actually listen to you once you’re taller.” You teased. He leaned down, swatting you affectionately on the leg. “Well, there’s more to them than the outfits. I quite like this song in particular.”

“Why’s that?”

You tossed a coy smile over your shoulder. “It reminds me of us.”

“Really?”

You rolled over, getting up on your feet again. Your hips swayed to the rhythm as you held your hands out to Tommy. He took hold of them, allowing you to pull him up from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bobbing from side to side, getting him to dance with you. He did so, a little begrudgingly, but soon, his steps fell into the rhythm of the music, an amused smile dancing across his lips.

“Listen to the lyrics, darling.” You smiled, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a puff for yourself. “When I met you, I was convinced I wouldn’t cave into you.”

“In what sense?” He replied.

“Well, I knew I was done for the moment I saw you, but I wouldn’t let myself fall in love with you. That, and I wouldn’t let your Blinders take over my territory.”

“Sorry about that. Had I known a girl as lovely as you was the leader of one of my rival gangs I would have taken a kinder approach.” He chuckled, extending his arm and twirling you away from him, pulling you back in once more as the two of you stepped across the room. “But I was persistent.”

“You nearly shot me.” You laughed.

He shrugged. “Persistent. I was persistent after that too, sending you flowers everyday.”

“My office reeked of roses for three months.” You shot back, voice shaky with laughter.

“But I won you over, eventually.” He smiled, proud of himself, even now. “The territories… well, they’ve been 50/50 ever since our wedding day, so I consider that a win.”

“Oh, you won.” You conceded as he spun you around once more, making you feel giddy with joy. “You certainly defeated me.” You grinned, echoing the lyrics as the two of you turned to gaze at the TV, swaying from side to side.

“Promise to love you, forevermore!” You sang along with a cheesy dramaticness, holding your balled fist to your lips like you were performing with all your might into a microphone.

You held the invisible mic to his lips, watching as he rolled his eyes, silent as the girls on TV sang on.

“C’mon.” You laughed, nudging him.

“Knowing my fate is to be with you.” He muttered bashfully.

You cheered, pulling him close.

From that day on, whenever Waterloo came on, no matter time nor place, the two of you would dance. It was an odd choice, to everyone around you, your intimidating statures melting away at the first opening keys of the bright, cheery song. But how could you resist? It was your song, after all.

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theshelbyclan · 2 years

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Little Devil

Summary: Teddy Shelby is the only one that can make her brothers forget about France, business and time itself

A/N: just as I wanted to write for Teddy again, because I too miss her at times, sweet anon requested: I’m having a hard day today, can you please write me something with Tommy and Teddy to cheer me up? Maybe the two of them just playing and Teddy being Teddy and Tommy having a hard time with her but secretly loving it too? I adore your writing and you always manage to make me feel better. Xx Aww Anon, I’m sorry you’re having a bad day and I really hope this helps, even just a little. Teddy being Teddy; here we go 😘

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Triumphantly, Teddy stood in the kitchen with her newly stolen treasure burning hot in the pocket of the trousers she was wearing. She tried to hide her glee, but it didn’t quite work. Luckily, her brothers’ attention was elsewhere.

Moments before, she’d been sitting on John’s lap during tea and then spend some time with Tommy as well, but now they needed to talk, so Teddy had been pushed off. Her brothers were discussing business at the table, and she and Finn were allowed to stay in the room, on the one condition they wouldn’t interfere.

“When do we do it, Tom?” Arthur asked.

Tommy replied in a low voice, “Black star day. I’ll tell you when.”

“How about Johnny’s men? He’s got at least a dozen good men...”

“I’ll let you form an army, Arthur, but just remember to trust kin first, then the rest.”

Teddy watched them. She knew what they were planning, or she knew a little about it, and knew it involved the fairs. Tommy had told her, that as soon as she’d turned nine, she’d be old enough to go with them. Just a few more weeks.

“Tommy, we promised them protection...” John continued, looking at the diary and the books at the same time. He seemed worried, but Tommy appeared more relaxed than ever, slouching slightly in his chair, smoking. He had it all in hand.

Teddy watched him and smiled. When she grew up, she wanted to be like Tommy.

Unfortunately, Aunt Polly had other ideas for now, so she entered the kitchen and announced herself with the words, “Time for bed, Teddy!”

“No, it’s not!” Teddy protested, wanting more than anything to just spend a few more minutes with her brothers. They didn’t have to play with her, they didn’t even have to talk to her; she just wanted to be near them when they talked to each other. Now that they were back, that was more than enough.

She shot a pleading look at her brothers, focusing on Arthur, because he was usually the easiest to sway. But Tommy flashed her half a smile when he noticed what she was trying and said, “Listen to your aunt, Teddy. If she tells you it’s time for bed...”

He always was the strictest with her. But Teddy was feeling brave today, so a mischievous look came over her as she told Tommy, “But it’s not yet bedtime! I swear! You can check, Tommy.”

Tommy felt around in his pocket for his pocket watch, but at the end of the delicate chain, he found nothing. For a second, he frowned in confusion. Then he thought about who the best pickpocket in the family was and his eyes were fixed on Teddy once again.

“That little imp,” Arthur growled, following Tommy’s eyes, “She took your watch, didn’t she? I knew she was up to something, looking all bloody innocent back there...”

“Fucking rascal,” John laughed, face full of pride. After all, he’d been the one to teach Teddy how to pick pockets, much to Polly’s dismay.

But Tommy didn’t say a word. He looked at Teddy and she looked at him. Then he held up the empty chain, as if to ask: was it you? And Teddy held up the watch, as if to say: of course it was me, I’m the best thief in Small Heath!

For a second, Tommy lowered his head, and everyone in the kitchen wondered whether he was hiding an impending outburst of fury or a smile. Hard to tell at this point. Then he lifted his head, but his expression remained emotionless.

Tommy motioned with his hand for Teddy to approach him, but when she didn’t, he just couldn’t bring himself to be angry with her. Full of affection, he mumbled, “Little devil...” and then, “Fucking come here!”

Teddy smiled cheekily, recognising the mirth in her brother’s eyes at once, and challenged, “No! You can come here!”

Tommy cleared his throat and sighed, “You have three seconds. Three...”

But his little sister just stuck out her tongue at him.

“Right!” He slammed a hand down on his knee, and got up. Anyone else would’ve been terrified by now, but not Teddy Shelby. She started jumping up and down at the game they were playing and shouted out, “Catch me if you can!”

A big grin spread across Tommy’s face and all of a sudden, he was up and chasing Teddy. The two of them sprinted circles all across the house and betting den, which was now deserted after a long day of work. Then, and only then, would Tommy allow himself to drop the facade of the tough Birmingham gangster and play with his little sister.

“Run, Teddy!” John urged her on, when the two of them passed him by for the third time in a very short time period. He, too, had a big smile on his face and for a moment, it was like France had never happened.

Teddy ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Tommy was quicker, but she was smaller, which meant she could sometimes crawl under tables that he had to go around. Heart racing and panting, she was enjoying every second of this.

Aunt Polly watched them from the bottom of the stairs. Giggles resounded all through the house and an occasional shout of glee from Tommy when he’d almost caught her. “Before France, he used to laugh, a lot.” They all had, and in a way, Teddy was their time capsule, their window into the past, their portal.

“Gotcha!” Tommy growled, as his sister shrieked in his arms. Limbs flying everywhere, he carried Teddy back into the kitchen and loudly demanded in a voice that would make the rest of Birmingham quiver in terror, “Now what did you do with my watch, eh?”

As he was pretending to search for the watch, he tickled Teddy everywhere. Hanging almost upside down in Tommy’s arms, Teddy squeaked, “No, Tom! It’s not there!”

“Oh, right,” Tommy frowned and he moved on and dug a hand into her side, “Maybe in here?”

“Noooo,” Teddy burst out laughing again and tried to protect herself, but it was no use in her brothers’ arms.

“Just tell me where then,” Tommy sighed and switched sides, “Here?”

“NOOOOHOOO,” Teddy protested, until she managed to produce the watch from her trouser pocket herself. She stuffed it into Tommy’s offending hands and he raised his eyebrows in mock innocence, “Should’ve just told me it was there, Teddy.”

Exhausted now after all the fun, Teddy let herself slump down in Tommy’s arms and he held her like she didn’t weigh a thing.

“Say goodnight, boys,” Tommy said when he noticed, “This troublemaker is going to sleep.”

“Quick, John,” Arthur joked, “Check your pockets first!”

And when everyone had wished her goodnight, Tommy carried Teddy up to bed. In the darkness, he couldn’t see, but he could feel her getting heavy in his arms. As gently as he could, he put her sleeping form down on her bed.

Then he securely attached the watch to its chain again and sat back, as a smile crept on his face again, while whispering with all the love he had, “Teddy Shelby, you little devil...”

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red-write-hand · 6 months

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i just got a ~horrible~ idea

so we all love the trope of bosses fucking their secretaries right? and we all know that this happens in Peaky Blinders to some extent. Now...you've gotta hear me out on this...Tommy fucking his secretary but...BUT...his secretary is a pretty boy who is super good with numbers.

Like Tommy makes him read him back the numbers while pumping into him mercilessly and stopping when his adorable boy stops because the pleasure is simply too much for him. He'd totally tilt the smaller man's chin up with his index and thumb to look at him and tell him "You're not coming until I hear you get every number correct. So, how are we for the next set of races, eh?" And he'd be such a little shit about it too! Tommy would totally tease the hell out of his boyfriend, especially if his boyfriend is an introvert. Tommy would have a field day if his darling blushed easily, even the slightest touch would set his prince off. A feature he would absolutely abuse. Lovingly, of course. He'd also be so sweet. His secretary had a bad day because too many people needed too much from him? He'd let his tired angel lay in his lap while he finished work at home, trying not to move to much so he didn't move his sleeping lover.

Overall, Tommy should have a boyfriend. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

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thepaperpanda · 1 year

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A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place.

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

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