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Sweet Possession (Part 1)
Pairing: Very Dark! Thomas Shelby (32) x Innocent! Reader (19)
Warning: Age Gap, Smut
It was about four months ago when you met him, this blue-eyed stranger who would change your life forever. It was as if you had stepped into the unknown, shedding your old, familiar skin. He made your head spin with his charm and allure for the unknown.
When you talked to him for the very first time, it was as if you had known each other for years. He listened to you, and you felt as though he truly understood who you were and what you needed in life.
Despite being over 12 years older than you , Thomas Shelby made you feel safe and wanted, desired and accepted. You never felt such a connection to someone who had such an intense personality as Thomas and, most importantly for all, he showed you respect.
Thomas (or Tommy as you called him) was a wealthy business man from Birmingham and whilst you did not know much about his business activities, you knew that he was responsible for import and export of goods such Tabacco and cars.
With both of your parents not having survived the sinking of the Titanic, you had no one but yourself to stand up for and take care of yourself until Tommy came into your life.
He took you in and took care of you a few months ago, admiring your inner strength and determination to overcome all the challenges that life had thrown at you ever since you had turned 16, which was almost three years before you met him, your soon to be husband.
You were 19 years old when you met the 32-year-old in a pub named the Garrison shortly after you had started working there behind the bar. That night, Tommy had saved you from some unwanted attention from some other patrons and as you sat together that night, your connection was undeniable, palpable. Every guess or gut feeling you had ever had about your future guesses or dreams was confirmed in an instant. This was the moment that would change it all.
Fast-forward a bit and soon you found yourself living in Tommy's mansion, which you had yet to fully discover. The mansion was home to your own magnificent bedroom, Surreal wallpapers, wax-leafed walls, brass fixtures, and white porcelain handles.
It was surreal coming from almost living on the street to this and when Tommy asked you to marry him a few weeks ago, you accepted blindly only thinking of the safety and love he gave you.
The wedding ceremony itself was small, with only some of his family in attendance. You were his second wife; his first wife having died four years ago and this was something that did not bother you. You accepted him with all as his baggage, just as he accepted you.
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Having respected your wishes not to engage in any sexual activities before marriage, you two waited for the big night, anticipating the pleasure of having each other's bodies.
Tommy had told you through the weeks leading up to your wedding day that he would be gentle, as he assumed you were still a virgin and had no experience with men. He also told you that he would teach you everything there was to know about sex, which was a prospect that excited you.
You knew that being abstinent for more than four months, must have been difficult for a man his age, and you couldn't help but admire him for his respect towards you and your decision to wait until your wedding night.
Unlike many other men, he said that he had no interest in the services of prostitutes and you believed him. He showed you that intimacy was not just about sex but more about the emotional connection between two people. But as each day passed, the tension between you two grew stronger and stronger.
The big night finally arrived. You had taken a bath, washing your whole body using a lavender-scented soap and then slid your body gently into a silky nightgown that you had bought in an expensive store downtown especially for you wedding night. As you looked at the mirror, you could not help but feel a bit nervous.
Tommy knocked gently on your door and after a short moment, he opened it up.
As you stood there in your nightgown, he couldn't help but stare. His eyes wandered over every bit of your body, and you could see the hunger in his eyes from a mile away.
Approaching you, he gently took your hand and drew you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your core tighten.
"You are beautiful, Love," Thomas whispered in your ear, brushing a loose tendril of hair from your face, his breath warm against your skin.
He then took hold of your left hand again and tenderly kissed your wedding ring – a token of your eternal love. Your heart raced and your nerves tingled at his tender display of affection. Your cheeks felt flushed and the room seemed to be spinning as the moment you'd been waiting for your entire life was finally about to happen.
Your hands felt clammy and you were struggling to find the words to respond to the man you'd married.
"Tommy," you gasped. "I want you," you stammered, looking up into his sharp, handsome face.
He caught your gaze with a knowing smile. "Good, because I want you too," Thomas said, with his eyes blazing and expectant.
As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself being swept away on a tide of anticipation and desire.
Thomas stood in front of you, his fingers tracing the outline of your delicate collarbone.
He leaned in to softly kiss your quivering lips. His tongue danced upon yours for a mere moment before he pulled away. Slowly, he unbuttoned your night dress and let it fall gently to the floor, revealing your perky, young breasts to the cool air of the bedroom.
He took a moment to admire your inexperienced and vulnerable beauty before he began to trail kisses down your neck, across your chest, and onto your sensitive nipples.
"Oh God," you gasped, your hands clenching in his thick, dark hair as he teased you with his mouth.
"You like that, do you?" Thomas whispered, a wicked grin on his face.
The heat between your thighs became unbearable. You wanted him to do more, to touch you there, to do away with the last scraps of clothing that separated you from the man you married.
"Why don't you lie down for me, Love?" Thomas suggested, as he began to remove his own clothes.
You nodded eagerly, unable to find your voice in the intensity of the moment. Your breath hitched as you watched him undress. His muscled chest and chiseled abdomen were revealed to you as he shed his shirt, and your mouth went dry as he removed his trousers to stand proudly before you.
You laid back against the plush, velvet pillows, feeling self-conscious about your own nakedness in front of such a strong, confident man.
You noticed that his member stood tall and rigid, ready to claim you as his.
"Stop looking at my cock and lay back, Sweetheart," Thomas chuckled, sensing your discomfort. "I promise I won't hurt you," he then reassured you and you swallowed hard, nodding in compliance as you scooted further up on the bed.
Thomas followed, crawling up the bed with a seductive grace. He settled between your thighs and you trembled with anticipation.
"Open for me," Thomas whispered, his fingers lightly tracing your slick folds.
You whimpered at the sensation of his touch, your body tensing as he explored you intimately. Slowly, you obeyed his demand and allowed your legs to fall open. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but also safe in Thomas' arms, which held you with a protectiveness you needed in this new and uncertain moment.
"Good girl," Thomas praised, his fingers circling your clit with a tantalizing slowness. "You are already so nice and wet for me, eh?" Thomas whispered, a suggestive smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
You nodded, biting your lower lip as Thomas began to circle your clit with his thumb, all the while keeping his fingers buried inside of you.
"You are so beautiful Y/N. I am a lucky man," Thomas murmured, sensing your pleasure at his touch.
You nodded again, too caught up in the euphoria of the moment to find your voice.
Thomas began to thrust his fingers back and forth, his thumb continuing to rub your clit in slow, steady circles.
You threw your head back and moaned, your hips moving with a mind of their own. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting close to the edge.
"Let go for me, Love," Thomas whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let yourself go. I promise you'll enjoy it."
With those words, something inside of you snapped. You closed your eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over you, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.
"That's it," Thomas murmured, his voice full of satisfaction. "That's my good girl. You're so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart," Thomas said, his voice thick with lust as he brushed a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath after the powerful release you had just experienced. You had never felt anything like that before and you couldn't believe how intensely Thomas had been able to make you feel.
"I love you Tommy ," you whispered, half-ashamed of the needy tone in your voice.
Thomas kissed you softly, his lips tasting of salt and lust. "I love you too, my wife," he said, before his hand started to wander down your body again.
His fingers found your wetness once more and he stroked you gently before, finally, climbing on top of you.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Love," Thomas whispered, his breath hot against your cheek as he teased your entrance with his tip.
"Please be gentle , Tommy," you pleaded, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer size and intensity of Thomas' manhood.
He nodded, his eyes blazing with desire. "Of course, Sweetheart. I'll be as gentle as I can," he said and, with that, he slowly began to push himself inside of you.
You gasped at the initial pain and pressure of his penetration, clutching onto the sheets as he filled you up completely.
Thomas paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size.
"Are you alright, Love?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
You nodded, biting your lower lip as you tried to relax and accommodate his girth.
"Yes, I'm okay," you assured him, and Thomas began to thrust in and out of you with slow, deliberate movements.
At first, it felt foreign and slightly painful, but as Thomas' rhythm gradually picked up speed, your discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure and desire.
"You feel so good, Sweetheart," Thomas groaned, as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of you.
Your legs wrapped around Thomas' waist, drawing him closer still, as you moaned and writhed beneath him.
You had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and you could feel yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice of climax.
You clung to Thomas, your fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his back as you moaned and gasped beneath him.
"Oh, God, Tommy," you panted, your hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "I think I'm going to cum again."
Thomas' eyes blazed with a fierce hunger as he drove himself deeper inside of you, your bodies slapping together in a primal dance.
"That's right, Love. Cum for me," Thomas growled, his voice low and husky.
"I want to feel you tighten around me, Love. I want to hear you scream my name while I make you come."
With those filthy words, Thomas thrust deeper and harder into you, sending wave after wave of pulsating pleasure surging through your body.
"Yes, Tommy! Yes!" you screamed, your voice mingling with his deep, guttural grunts.
"Fuck, you feel so tight and warm. So fucking good," Thomas groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as he plunged into your depths again and again.
"Don't cum inside me ," you gasped, suddenly remembering a crucial detail as you had previously discussed that you were not yet ready to have children with him.
"I won't," Thomas groaned. "But I need to feel you a little longer. You just feel too good around my cock, Love," Thomas pleaded as he continued to drive himself in and out of you with wild, untamed passion.
You could feel another orgasm building within you, and you knew it would be powerful. You wanted to hold off for as long as possible, wanting to savor every exquisite sensation that Thomas was eliciting from your hyper-sensitive body.
But your pleasure took over and you succumbed to the tidal wave of ecstasy that washed over you. You screamed his name as you squeezed your thighs around his flexing hips.
"Good girl," Thomas panted in your ear, swirling his hips as he forced yet another powerful orgasm from your aching flesh. "So good. So, so fucking good."
You arched your back and collapsed against the bed, trembling beneath him as pain, pleasure, shame and wonderment coursed through your veins like liquid fire.
"Fuck, I am going to cum," Thomas groaned, the thickness of his cock throbbing within you before pulling out quickly and spraying sticky streaks of semen over your stomach, breasts, and bedsheets.
Both of you were breathing heavily as the room filled with the scent of your mutual pleasure, stocks damp with your fluids and mixed with the evidence of his release on your skin.
Neither of you spoke for a few moments, enjoying the quiet moment of contentment that came on the heels of such intense satisfaction.
Thomas broke the silence, removing evidence of his release from your body, as one would clean a precious piece of artwork after its masterpiece was finished.
"Did I hurt you, Love?" Thomas asked, his eyes softening as they met yours.
"No, I-I wanted that," you admitted, your body still shivering from the intense pleasure. "It was perfect," you told him, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly, recalling how long he wanted to do this.
Unbeknownst to you, he had been wanting you for many years and now, finally, you were his. His wife. His possession. His triumph.
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Tommy Shelby Smut part 2
Part 1
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Deceiver
Part Two
Tommy Shelby x Reader
CW: slow burn, swearing
You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.
an: set in season one
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No one else knew apart from the Shelby family, Polly looked at you with a new found respect and Ada found it extremely funny whilst understanding your motives. Most of the relationships between you and the family didn't change that much aside from a few jokes towards your situation that Tommy seemed to enjoy more than he should.
You'd started wearing blouses and leaving your chest free without binding at home, still not willing to live in society as your God given name. You couldn't get used to wearing dresses or skirts, it didn't feel right but as your hair started to grow out on the sides and on top, you started considering the possibility that you could be comfortable with it. It was on one of these nights that you were wearing a blouse that there was a knock at your front door. The rain had been falling since the heavens opened a few minutes ago and hadn't let up the whole time you sat in your front room. You placed a blazer on to cover up your chest in case it was someone other than the Shelby's but when you opened it you were met with Tommy, rain attacking his figure like a stranger.
"Tommy? What are you doing out here? Come in, come in." You stood aside and let him in, taking off your blazer and placing it on the coat rack.
Tommy rubbed his feet on the mat that was just inside your doorway and took off his hat and coat before you shut the door behind him. He looked at you with a stern expression, not anger towards you but worry seemed to plague his mind. You sat on your sofa and Tommy soon joined you, pulling out two cigarettes and handing you one before letting out a sigh he had been holding in.
"What's happened, Tom?" You asked as you struck a match and lit both Tommy and your cigarettes.
"Campbell talked to Polly this evening," he replied and your eyes widened. "He wants a meeting with me because he's realised Arthur knows nothing about what I do know."
"And what is it that you know, Thomas?" You looked at him quizzically, Tommy leant back on the sofa and looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your chest that he still wasn't used to seeing.
"About the guns that have gone missing," Tommy studied your expression as your mouth slightly opened and you nodded.
"So that means you have them, Campbell wouldn't go through all that with Arthur if he just believed you had information." You took a drag and Tommy smiled back.
"Ever the perceptive, Y/n." Tommy said and you looked into his eyes, still not used to him saying your name.
"What have you got yourself into, Thomas?" You shook your head and sighed "You're going to get yourself killed before we've even started this bloody business you want so badly."
"We? Hmm," Tommy looked amused and you rolled your eyes.
"Before you've even started this business, don't get too excited Shelby. You're not getting me that easily." You smiled to yourself but Tommy saw and a feeling began to hit his chest. He didn't know how he felt for you but it wasn't the same as before.
"Well regardless it's your business too now," he paused. "That's why I'm telling you, Campbell is trying to stamp us out, he's come here to find the guns and doesn't know who's done it so far. My assumption is he thinks the Communists have them."
"Have you talked to Freddie Thorne about it?" You asked.
"Yeah that probably won't be happening anytime soon, our contempt for each other won't be bridged that way." Tommy took a drag and leant back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.
"Oh for god sake, Tommy," you sighed and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "What even happened between you to warrant this when working together against Campbell will work?"
"Well, aren't you full of bright ideas and questions today?" He smirked and you rolled your eyes.
"If you'd listen to some of them you wouldn't be in so much shit would you?" You leant back on the sofa and took a drag.
"You might be right, but I'm in a position of more power at the moment so I can't give it up now," he paused. "But you're helpful with tactical things… sometimes " be joked and you narrowed your eyes in his direction.
"And you're a little bitch, Shelby. Just like you're always thinking you know better." You giggled and Tommy sat up.
"You're something else, y/n." Tommy looked at you with eyes you couldn't decipher, as you sat up his gaze travelled from your neck to your lips in a slow glance. It made your stomach flip and you parted your lips slightly, what the hell was going on?
Later that week you were in the Garrison in the morning when you heard a massive commotion outside. You opened the door of the Garrison, cigarette hanging from your mouth and it dropped to the floor as your mouth gaped at what was before you. Raids, tens of them down the street with police horses and policemen everywhere and in the middle of it all was Fucking Campbell. The man that made your blood boil with anger, you wanted nothing more than to shoot that fucker in the back of the head as he sat astride that horse but you knew you couldn't. Police were beating people and dragging things out of houses to root through and take stuff out.
Campbell caught sight of you at the open door of the Garrison and he smiled like the devil. He rode towards you and you rooted your feet in the ground as he approached.
"Where's your entourage?" He asked with a knowing look.
"It's not mine to speak on," you replied, lighting another cigarette.
"At the fair I hear, not here to see what we accomplish with order." He looked down at you like scum and you just put your shoulders back and looked at him with hatred.
"Is that what you call order? Turning people out of their homes and raiding innocent workers as you parade around on your horse?" You blew smoke in his direction.
"I call this good riddance," he paused. "Now you have a good day." He smirked.
When the boys returned you and Polly told them what had happened and you ran your hand through your hair as they boys sat down and heard the news.
"It was fucking awful." You commented.
"They all think it was your idea," Polly looked at Arthur "that Arthur organised it when he was taken by the police."
"I didn't fucking," Arthur paused "Why the fuck would I agree to that?"
"It doesn't seem to matter, everyone out there is against you and you need to fucking prove you didn't do it." You took a drink from your glass of whiskey.
"She's right, you need to prove you're still the cocks of the walk," Polly nodded towards you.
"Alright, John boy, Eddie-fuck-y/n let's go." Arthur slapped his thighs and stood up. Tommy looked into your eyes as you stood up, you didn't change your expression but kept his gaze till you walked past him.
There was a tension between the two of you that was so obvious but you didn't know what the tension was. You couldn't even begin to consider the fact that you might have feelings beyond friendship toward him because you'd never really experienced it. Living your life through a lie had meant you hadn't dated, not properly anyways and you hadn't made connections that developed your ability to understand this 'tension'. You didn't know what Tommy wanted from you, before when he'd come to your flat you'd never sit near each other, you'd talk about business and that was it. There were no longing looks or near body contact before but now…something had changed between you.
The following week you were walking back from the shops with a few bags of food and a cigarette in your mouth, when you got to your doorstep Thomas was already there. You looked at him with a quizzical look and he smiled at you, it was an unexpected sign of happiness and he held out his hands to hold the bags as you unlocked your door.
"What brings you here, Thomas?" You asked as you both walked into the kitchen after you locked the door.
"Came to see you, is all." His expression was emotionless as you unloaded your bags.
"I'm just going to pop upstairs, you can go through to the sitting room," you smiled his way and placed your cap on the dining table.
Walking upstairs you went into your room and took off your shirt, you stood Infront of the mirror and began to unbind the bandages from your chest. Your breasts hurt on most days but today was the worst. You massaged them as you approached your bed and crouched down to pull out a box. They contained your blouses and bras you wanted to keep secret as your wardrobe was full of longline trousers and men's shirts. You chose a plain lace bra and a blouse with red and blue flowers embroidered on the collar with a v neckline. You were growing to like more feminine clothes and it almost made you happy sometimes even though you still didn't necessarily feel comfortable but, you were growing in favour of them.
"Haven't seen that one before," Tommy commented as you walked down the stairs and you smiled to yourself heading toward the kitchen "I've put the rest of it away." He called and you blushed almost ridiculously because why should it make you blush that he did you a favour.
"Want tea?" You asked and he nodded.
"I've put the kettle on the stove already," he added and you looked down with a smile.
Thomas noticed your smile and he took great pleasure in it. He hadn't decided when the transition between thinking you were handsome and pretty occurred but it seemed to be a relatively easy change. Thomas wasn't exactly not attracted to men but he was more attracted to you when you wore bras and more feminine shirts. The mix between masculine and feminine clothing made something inside him get excited and he wasn't quite sure what that meant, just that he wanted to spend more time with you as you got more comfortable. He enjoyed being around you and having this little secret that seemed to mean you trusted him more and in turn he trusted you immensely because he knew your greatest secret. Tommy could tell you had some form of affection toward him and he felt guilty for using those affections to get the two of you closer.
"I remembered the sugar and no milk, even though that's absolutely insane," you commented as you brought in his mug and set it on a coaster Infront of him on the coffee table.
"I'd prefer to have the actual taste of tea and not some milky concoction that tastes more like cow piss than tea." Tommy raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you and you narrowed your eyes at him with a smirk. You sat in the same places as you had the last time he visited with a respectful distance between the two of you.
"Cow piss, Thomas?" You sniggered and he rolled his eyes.
"Oh shut it, you know what I mean." He smiled.
"Oh do I?" You asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes you do know, cow piss, milk, it's the same connotation of milk." Tommy said trying to get himself out of the hole he'd dug for himself.
"You're ridiculous sometimes, Mr Shelby." You giggled.
"No more ridiculous than you, Y/n." Thomas returned your laugh and you let your head fall to the side.
"So what's going on, Thomas?" You asked, tea in hand as you faced him and leant your shoulder on the back of the sofa.
"As I said, I wanted to see you." Tommy smiled to himself and didn't notice how your cheeks went slightly pink.
"Almighty Mr. Peaky Blinders here all for me? I must be blessed." You teased and he rolled his eyes.
"Alright Miss. Secret Keeper, tell me why you feel so comfortable around me to change your clothes, eh?" He asked and you shrugged.
"I dunno, you're just…I feel comfortable around you," you looked at him over your mug and he nodded.
"I feel comfortable around you as well." Thomas looked into your eyes and swore for a moment that he would start leaning in but you giggled and it brought him out of a trance.
"Thomas Shelby feeling comfortable around me is certainly not what I thought you were going to say to me," you grinned and Thomas also looked amused as well.
"Am I so distant that it's inconceivable?" Tommy asked and you nodded.
"Absolutely and completely," you took a sip "You're Mr. Mysterious and you know that you are."
"I wouldn't say I know it, it comes with the territory so I'd argue you're pretty on par with my mysteriousness." Tommy picked up his mug and took a sip before placing it back down on the coaster.
"Well, I'd agree I have one big secret but everything else is mostly true, you're a whole entity of secrets." You placed your cup down on the other coaster and leant your arm on the back of the sofa.
"I think you'd agree it's safer and more interesting to have some secrets in your life rather than being an open book," Tommy looked up and down your body.
"I do enjoy that basically everyone has no idea who I am, it's like playing a character on stage." You smiled looking down at the sofa and Tommy snorted.
"You absolutely love the attention don't you, Darling." Tommy chuckled and the pet name caught your attention more than it should have as he probably called all women by names like this.
"I can't say I hate it. But I did genuinely think you might kill me after finding out." You raised your eyebrow at him.
"No need to, if you ever did do something awful I have the best bargaining power for blackmail anyways considering I know your darkest secret and that makes it even less likely that you would betray us," Tommy put his arm on the back of the sofa and your fingers were mere centimetres apart.
You dug your nails into the fabric as he shuffled the tiniest bit closer and his finger touched your knuckle. Tommy looked into your eyes and your lips parted instinctively, Thomas never thought you'd looked so beautiful with your eyes looking into his with curiousity. You weren't scared of him, even when he was about to kill you, you weren't scared of him, Thomas found that it made you so fucking irresistible to him. He wanted to dive over to you and take you in his arms but this soft touch has elicited more feeling within him than any quick fuck ever had. What was it about touching you that sent him so insanely mad with lust?
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Master List 01 - Thomas Shelby Edition
The Angel of Death - Things Red would say - Link
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The Devil and Death
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Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?
Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.
A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!
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Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats.
At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch.
Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.
Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.
The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time.
From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases.
You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.
"Cute my balls," he spat.
The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?"
“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."
You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.
"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.
He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."
You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.
When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table.
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You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.
That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.
At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her.
She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.
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A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.
That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.
After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact.
You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"
You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.
"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.
Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.
You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."
He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"
"I'm going to get some water."
Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.
"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"
He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"
His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.
"It depends".
"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also, change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."
He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.
"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.
"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."
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The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily.
He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.
But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean.
As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.
This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.
The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.
“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?"
Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris.
He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.
'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.
The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa.
"Eat," he indicated authoritatively.
He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.
Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.
When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.
"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."
Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.
"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"
"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat.
"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"
You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.
Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window.
He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.
After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal.
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When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body.
Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.
Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction.
Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.
The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.
"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.
The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"
It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.
The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.
-
At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.
You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love.
Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream.
You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.
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Hi, Laura!
Could you write headcanons for the dark!Tommy and darling who has daddy issues?
thank you 🤍🫶🏻
this sat on my askbox for so long omg Hello! Sweet anon, I'm gonna offer you a little one-shot instead, I swear I tried to make headcanons but my mind came up with so many possibilities and different scenarios I couldn't put in order, especially because of Tommy's own daddy issues, so here it is, I didn't get too deep into darling's relationship with her dad because well, it's reader insert
There was something wrong. Tommy knew it. Usually, his kisses drove you mad, a needy mess he loved taking care of, not tonight though.
He had you on his lap, lips attached to your neck and chest while his hands wandered under your nightgown. He was taking it slow, aware you weren't in your best spirits, however, what always seemed to cheer you up wasn't working.
At this point, he expected you to grind down on him, arch your back under his touch and moan softly, asking for more. Instead, you patted the back of his neck, face buried in his soft hair.
Tommy lifted his head, staring at your alert eyes that should've been hazed with lust. There was no other option, he'd had to ask, “Is everything alright?”
“...yeah,” you whispered.
He frowned and cupped your face, you melted into his touch, brushing your cheek against his hand. If he cared a bit less, it wouldn't be hard to ignore all the signs and rail you into the mattress, in his eyes you were absolutely adorable.
He couldn't, not until you spat out what was wrong.
“What's with that face, eh? Something's bothering you?” Tommy insisted.
“No,” you cupped his face, “no,”
Trying to end the conversation, you kissed him slowly, feeling the corner of his lips turn up in the ghost of a smile. Since it was harmless, he thought it was funny you picked up some of his tricks, the main difference was that he could easily break through you.
Holding your jaw, he broke the kiss and gave you a glance you knew very well, the patronizing one, the one you always got before being gently scolded.
Wrapping an arm around your waist, Tommy pulled you to lay on the bed on top of him. You made yourself comfortable, shivering when he started to trace random patterns on your thigh.
“Tell me this…”
“Hm?”
“You know I always take care of you, right?”
“Yeah,”
“Why would it be any different now?”
It came sooner than you expected, the burning ache in your throat and tears threatening to run down your face, it was true, Tommy took care of you since the day you first stepped into his office.
In your terms or his, all your problems were dealt with, even the ones you didn't deem as problems at first, eventually you realized he was right.
Your Tommy was always right, he was the only one you could tell all your troubles to. So why were you so scared tonight? Perhaps because it was something you never told him about, the only thing about you he didn't know…
Or you thought he didn't know.
“My-” you gulped, “my dad wrote me a letter,”
“Oh?”
“And, well, he just was his usual self, I don't know why it affects me so much,”
Tommy bit his inner cheek, he knew your dad would bring trouble the day he didn't attend your wedding. Surely, he searched into your life for his own benefit, he had to know all about the fucker who made the ceremony less than perfect, but it still hurt to see how heartbroken you were.
“You're too sweet for the fucking world,” he sighed, “that's why it affects you,”
“...I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Tom,” you confessed.
“Alright, just give me the letter, I’ll answer,”
“No, it's okay,”
“I'll tell him to leave you alone,”
“No, Tom, what-” you sighed and lifted your head, “what about we just make love and forget about it?”
Without answering, he climbed on top of you, initiating a gentle kiss. You might be forgiving to your father, but Tommy wouldn't be.
#idk it feels like soft dark tom to me#but anyways#tommy shelby x reader#dark!tommy shelby#dark!au#peaky blinder imagine
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Hey Bunny || Masterlist
Yandere!Arthur Shelby x Reader.
TW: Drugs use, unreliable narrator, unrequited love, graphic depictions of violence, blood, dub con (which tends to be non-consensual sex), stalking, depiction of obsessive behavior, horror, psychological manipulation, bondage, domestic violence, Stockholm syndrom — this is dark, experimental, and out of character.
Not quite a series, Hey Bunny is a collection of scenes, situations, and headcanons related to the story of Arthur Shelby who fell into a pit of obsession with a young woman nicknamed Bunny: you. In order to render this concept of Yandere!Arthur Shelby more interactive, feel free to send any situation, idea, or headcanon you wish to read in my ask box and I'll write a whole chapter with it.
If you need idea for prompts, here is a yandere alphabet.
There is enough Dark!Tommy content, so why not give love to your new psychotic man? He's caring. He just loves you a little too much.
Works
Hey Bunny part 1
Part 2 TEASER
Hey Bunny part 2
Playlist
Hey Bunny by Baby Bugs
Dream a Little Dream of Me by L0user
Saccharine by Jazmin Beanz
Naked in My Cellar by Lordi
Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge
Animal by Missio
I Can't Decide by The Scissors Sister
Unhealthy Obsession by GloomDarkHeart
Run Rabbit Run by Flanagan and Allen
Mister Sandman by L0user (creepier)
Tagging some of Arthur’s bunnies who might be interested: @helen06dreamer @zablife @brummiereader @peakyltd @peakyswritings @dearshelby @raincoffeeandfandoms @kissforvoid @psychadelichues @geeky-politics-46 @whereismymindnow
#peaky blinders#Arthur shelby#Peaky blinders imagine#Arthur shelby x reader#Peaky blinders x reader#arthur shelby x y/n#arthur shelby x ofc#peaky blinders x y/n#peaky blinders fanfic#Tommy shelby#dark fanfiction#yandere x reader#dark!arthur shelby#paul anderson#tommy shelby x reader#tommy might be the good guy in this AU
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the drunk lunch
A/N: this one follows directly behind chocolate cake and followed by the greatest honor. i take no credit for the gif, i just imagine this is how he’d look towards the door during the night scene.
warnings: language, sexual themes (we run into a lil kink the mrs and Tommy have) , alluding to smut but no smut, alcohol, smoking, more grace. not canon. a part of my tommy and his darling wife au <3
Grace knew she needed to get close to you to get close to Tommy—to get close to what the company was doing. To get close to the guns. But she was struggling with finding out how to do it.
Every time you were in the Garrison, you were on Tommy’s arm, the two of you inseparable. You worked in the office together, and when Tommy had other business to attend to with his brothers, you stayed behind in the office, managing other projects on the legal side of things that he had asked you to attend to. He made sure you only dealt with the legal side of things, never wanting to endanger you. It often made you angry how he would not tell you of the other side of things, but he insisted he kept you in the dark for your own safety. In the event that people came around asking for information, you would not be able to give them anything, simply because you had no idea.
So one afternoon when you walked into the Garrison alone, Grace saw it as her opportunity.
“Mrs. Shelby!” She called out to you as you walked towards the stairs, where Tommy’s office is. He had asked you to grab a few files and bring them back to the betting shop office.
“Good afternoon, Grace.” You said, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You—you may find this quite odd, but, since I’ve been in town, I haven’t made very many friends,” you threw her a compassionate smile. “And I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go to lunch one day. So we could get to know one another.”
Your jaw clenched, and her demeanor changed. She held a towel nervously in her hands. “I’m busy most days, Grace, but I could potentially find an opening.”
A smile crept on her face slowly. “Oh—okay. Just, let me know when you have time. I know of a new restaurant that just opened down by the docks on the other side of town.”
“I’ll get back to you.” You said, walking up the stairs to Tommy’s office.
That evening when you crawled in bed next to Tommy, you decided to tell him of the barmaids invitation. He was reading his book, nearly finished with it now, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Thomas,” you start, getting into bed beside him. He set his book down in his lap and looked at you softly. “The barmaid asked if I would go to lunch with her sometime.”
He dog-eared the page of his book before setting it down on the nightstand and reaching for a cigarette. “And that’s a bad thing?”
You pondered his question as he lit his cigarette. “No, not necessarily I don’t think.”
“Then what’s the problem, my love?” He asked, exhaling smoke.
You pulled the blankets farther up your body, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Nothing really, I suppose. I just find her odd.”
“You find most people odd, my dear.” He chuckled, taking another drag on his cigarette.
You knew he was right about that. “She said she didn’t have very many friends, and after I thought about it, I realized, I don’t really have very many friends here, either,” you said, leaning back against the headboard. “I have you and your family, and my family, who are miles away now, but I don’t think it’s the same as a friend who you can confide in, don’t you think?”
“What happened to Betty?” Tommy asked.
“She got married and hasn’t talked to me since. Not sure why.” You said, sad at the thought of losing a lifelong friend.
“Hm,” Tommy mused.
“Who is your closest friend?” You asked him, genuinely curious as to what his answer would be.
“Arthur.” He said quickly. “Arthur has always been my closest friend.” Your heart swelled. They did have a special relationship, the two of them. An interesting dynamic, certainly, but a good friendship. A solid brother bond. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have friends, Darling, I just want you to choose them for the right reasons, that’s all. We’re a powerful family and people want to get close to us for lots of various reasons, and I don’t want you getting hurt.” He said, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips.
“I’ll be okay, Sweetheart.” You assure him, curling into his side.
“Then go out with the barmaid. You can clear your schedule whenever you like. You have good connections with the boss at work,” he smirked, stubbing his cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand.
“I certainly do,” you smirk. “Did I tell you he bent me over his desk yesterday afternoon?”
“What a lucky bastard,” Tommy smirked down at you, before rolling on top of you and kissing you. You shrieked, a giggle escaping your lips as he tickled your sides. “What a lucky bastard I am,” he said, breathless as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders, your cheeks, your lips. “Gypsy fucking magic that brought you to me, you know that?” He breathed against your skin as you writhed beneath him.
The next day you walked to the Garrison around noon and unlocked the door with your set of keys. “Grace?” You called out. Grace came from the back of the pub, a surprised look on her face.
“Mrs. Shelby! I was not expecting you, is everything alright?” She asked.
You stand in the middle of the pub, feeling quite awkward. “I was hoping that I could take you up on your offer for lunch today.”
A smile spread on her face and she nodded. “Of course. I’ll need to be back by five, but I’ve got a lot of the work finished already.”
“Oh,” you wave her off. “Don’t worry about that, I already ensured Harry would be here by four to finish everything up in time to open for the evening.”
“Oh, thank you.” She said, “Let me just grab my coat.”
The two of you walked through town, each of you telling the other the basic facts about themself. Age, education, family.
You sat down at the table in the new restaurant and Grace ordered the both of you whiskey. You began to refuse it, but she put her hand up. “Nonsense, this is going to be a fun afternoon,” she said. You normally didn’t drink, you said Thomas drank enough for the both of you, and that was true. But that day, you drank. A lot.
You were three whiskeys in, and feeling good. You and Grace were at the table in the restaurant still, cackling about something ridiculous when she decided it was a good time as ever to start prying. You were loosened up from the alcohol, and she had thought she had peeled back enough of the getting-to-know-someone layers, making you more comfortable.
“How did you meet Tommy?” she asked as you took another bite of bread.
“Oh, I ran into him in London one day. Literally, ran smack into his chest and he dropped a bottle of whiskey he had just bought. It got all over his suit and my legs. I thought he was going to scream at me but then he just sort of–looked at me.” you say, a far away look in your eyes.
Grace giggled. “He sort of just looked at you?”
“Yes,” you said sighing dreamily, thinking of your husband. “And then he asked me to dinner.”
“Is he good to you?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” you nearly moaned, drinking the rest of your whiskey. “Terribly good to me. He’s ruined me for all other men.” you tell her and she clears her throat uncomfortably at your crudeness.
“What do you do for the company?” she asked.
“I keep the books, help with the numbers. Write letters for Thomas so he doesn’t sound like so much of an ass when doing formal business proposals.” you giggled.
“What exactly does your husband do?” she asked.
You stopped giggling, and miracle of all miracles, despite your rather drunk state, narrowed your eyes. “You’re asking far too many questions about my husband's work.”
Her expression fell. “I’m sorry, just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Grace Burgess.” you warn, signaling the waiter for the bill.
“Allow me, Mrs. Shelby,” she tells you, but your hand is quicker in reaching for the bill.
“Nonsense,” you quip, and her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean it in that way, Grace,” you try to recover.
“No, it’s quite alright. I appreciate your generosity.” she says as you hand the waiter enough to cover the bill, and a generous tip. “Let me ensure you get back safely.” she says as you stumble standing up, legs feeling a bit wobbly.
“I think I should like to be returned to the betting shop, Thomas won’t be gone yet.” you tell her, and she nods, holding onto your elbow as she guides you through the streets of Small Heath.
You knock on the door of the betting shop, too drunk to remember which damn key opened the side door. “Oh, Thomas!” you say in a sing-song sort of manner.
Polly opens the door, a confused look on her face. “Dear God,” she sighs. “What did you do to her?” she asks Grace in an accusatory tone.
“What did I do? She didn’t have to drink three full glasses of whiskey!” Grace said.
“She offered them, Pol,” you tell her, your words beginning to slur together. “Pol, Pol, where’s Thomas, I need to see him,” you’re slurring your words together, eyes only half open.
“He’s in his office, love. I–I think he may be a little upset at you being so drunk it’s only four in the afternoon.” Polly said as you nearly fell into her arms, brow furrowed, eyes blazing with fury at Grace.
“He’s never upset with me for long, Polly,” you say, a grin spreading on your face. “A wife has ways, you know.”
Polly shook her head in disbelief at you, guiding you inside. Grace followed behind, closing the door gently. “Thomas!” you call again, growing impatient. Shortly thereafter, you hear heavy footsteps upstairs and the familiar creak of the office door opening. “There he is,” you sigh dreamily as he appears at the top of the steps. “My husband.”
A confused look crosses his features as he comes down the stairs. “What the fuck–” he mumbled to himself as you threw yourself in his arms.
“Thomas, I missed you,” you tell him. His eyebrows shoot up as he smells the whiskey on you.
“My love, what in hell have you gotten into?” he asks, taking you by the shoulders to look you in the eyes.
“I just went for lunch with Grace,” you tell him innocently, eyes wide. He eyes the barmaid, who is uncomfortably standing in the corner near the door, shifting her weight between her legs.
“I see, my love. Do you think you can go upstairs and lay on the chaise in the office? Wait for me a moment? Hm?” he asks you softly, rubbing your arms.
You give him a cheeky grin, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “Will you fuck me when you come back upstairs?”
He let out a sigh of exasperation. “I’m afraid not my love, but I won’t be long. Go on, please.” he said. You pulled away with him, a pout on your lips.
“Thanks for lunch, Grace. I had a grand time,” you tell her before you wobble up the steps.
“I’ll go make sure she doesn’t break her neck.” Polly said, walking up the steps behind you.
Tommy eyes Grace angrily. “What the hell was she thinking?” he asks her.
“I’m not sure, Mr. Shelby. One minute she was fine, the next she was–several drinks deep.”
He narrowed his eyes. “She never drinks.”
She shifted uncomfortably again, heart beating quickly under his scrutinous gaze. “She did today, Mr. Shelby.”
“Curious that the first time my wife drinks since our wedding day is the first time she goes out with you, isn’t it?”
“I’m just simply trying to make a friend.” Grace told him, tone defensive.
“Well, next time you try and befriend my wife, do not, get her drunk.” he demands, wagging a finger at her. They both heard you wail Tommy’s name from upstairs and she blushed, embarrassed. “Don’t you have to be at the Garrison soon, Miss Burgess?” he asked, exasperated.
“Yes, I will be going now. I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby.” she stammered, walking out of the door. Tommy locked it behind her and watched as she walked down the street towards the Garrison.
He made his way back upstairs, to your shared office, where you were dramatically draped over the chaise, an arm over your eyes, crying. “What the hell, Pol?” he asked as Polly watched you in disbelief.
“This is ridiculous.” Polly said, annoyed. “Absolutely ridiculous, Tommy, how did you marry someone who cannot hold her liquor?”
Tommy shook his head. “She has nothing to drink about, Pol. Not a single thing. So why would she?”
“I’ll leave you to deal with her now.” Polly said. “I’m closing up and going home soon, see you tomorrow,” She turned to leave, but said over her shoulder, “Thomas, she did say Grace offered her all the alcohol. Don’t be too upset with her.” she said, closing the doors on her way out.
He made his way over to where you were laying on the chaise, body bouncing with the most dramatic sobs he’d ever heard in his life. “My love,” he said gently, kneeling down to be eye level with you. “Sweetheart,” he said gently again, tenderly touching your arm.
“What?” you asked, removing your arm from your eyes. “You’re mad at me.” you said matter-of-factly.
“No,” he shook his head. “No, my love I am not mad at you. Not at all, I just don’t understand why you would drink this much when you were out with a complete stranger.” he said. You shuffled to lay on your side, making room for him to sit down next to you.
“She insisted today was a day for fun, wasn’t she drunk, too?” you asked, squinting up at him.
He licked his lips, sighing as he reached for a cigarette. “No, ‘m afraid she wasn’t, darling.” he told you, holding the cigarette between his lips as he lit a match.
You wailed, the tears flowing down your face again. “I just wanted to be friends with her,” you say in between crying.
“My dear, there are plenty of women to be friends with, I assure you.” he told you, lighting his cigarette.
“Tommy,” you say, which catches his attention. You always, religiously, since the beginning of your relationship call him Thomas. He was never sure why, but you always called him Thomas unless you were cross with him, in which you called him Tom, because it was quicker to get out of your mouth when you were shouting. He looks at you, concerned. “Tommy, I think she wants to fuck you.” you tell him and he chuckles.
“She can want to all she wants, my love. I am all yours.” he says, pressing a kiss to your nose. “I have a few things to finish up and then we can go home, yeah?” he says.
“What’ll I do?” you ask, trying to sit up as he stands.
“Nothing, you just lay there and rest. Fall asleep if you can. Alright? Just lay there and look pretty, hm?” he says, and in your drunken state, much to his surprise, you listen.
A couple of hours later Tommy was finished with his work and was ready to go home. He picked you up from where you were asleep on the chaise and carried you down to the car. You faded in and out of sleep on the ride home. He carried you in the house and laid you in bed, taking your coat and shoes off carefully before sliding you into bed.
He went back downstairs, where Frances had prepared dinner for the both of you. “Evening, Frances,” he said, entering the kitchen where she was.
“Oh, good evening, Mr. Shelby. I’m just plating up dinner for you.” she said cheerily.
“Frances, is it alright if I eat in here tonight? Mrs. Shelby won’t be joining me, I’m afraid.” he said, motioning towards the small table in the kitchen.
Her expression fell. “Oh, of course, Mr. Shelby. Is she alright?” she asked, handing him the plate.
“She’s uh–a bit drunk.” he admitted, sitting down at the table.
“That uh–certainly is out of character for her, sir.” Frances said, selecting her words carefully.
“I agree, Frances,” he said, taking a bite of his food. “Please, will you join me?” he asked as he noticed she was starting to clean instead of eating her portion of the dinner.
“Are you certain, sir?” she asked.
“Of course. I am intruding in your space, after all.” he said.
She smiled softly, getting a plate of food for herself before sitting down across from him. “You’re not intruding, this is your home after all.” she laughs.
He shrugs his shoulders. “My wife went out with the new barmaid at the Garrison today.”
Frances looked at him strangely. “May I say something, Mr. Shelby?” she asked. Tommy nodded. “I have a very odd feeling about her,” he gave her a look as if to say, do go on. “The night where Mrs. Shelby organized the birthday party for you at the Garrison, she asked me to bring the cake a little earlier so it would be there when the two of you arrived for the evening. And so, of course, I did. But the barmaid kept asking a lot of questions. At first, I thought it may have been to just get to know people a little better, but then she started to pry about you and Mrs. Shelby. Asked if it was a marriage of convenience. I told her absolutely not, that the two of you are absolutely in love with one another, because, well, you are,” she laughed uncomfortably. Tommy’s cheeks flushed, thinking of the things this poor housekeeper had seen and heard in the short ten months he and his bride had been married. “And she seemed rather upset about that. About you two being in love. She said she didn’t believe that being in love lasted long. I told her that no, this love between you and Mrs. Shelby was different, and she got mad and asked me to leave. So I did.”
Tommy sighed. “Frances, why didn’t you tell me of this sooner?”
“I didn’t think it was that important, just silly female things I suppose; jealousy, you know.” she said, throwing him an apologetic look.
“Anything else like that happens, tell me, Frances.” he said, a dangerous tone in his voice.
“Yes, Mr. Shelby.” she says.
They ate the rest of their meal in comfortable silence. “Thank you for dinner, Frances. I will be in my office. Please, leave a plate out for Mrs. Shelby, I think she may be hungry when she wakes. Please don’t wait up for her though, Frances.”
“Thank you, Mr. Shelby. Goodnight.” she says kindly as Tommy disappears into his office for the evening.
At nearly ten o’clock, you still hadn’t awoken and Tommy was sitting in the family room in front of the fire, sipping his whiskey, smoking a cigarette and reading his book. His suspenders hung off his shoulders, the braces hanging down to his thighs, his cufflinks and sleeve garters long discarded, sleeves rolled up to the middle of his forearms and the first few buttons undone on his shirt. He had just removed his shoes when he heard a knock on the front door. He hoped that Scout, your faithful protective canine, hadn’t heard, and much to his dismay, she did. He heard the clack of her nails as she came down the steps, and the low growl deep in her chest as she approached the front door. Her ears were peaked, fur on the back of her neck sticking straight up.
“Scout,” he whispered, taking his gun from the holster on the table next to him and padding over to the front door, trying to walk slowly so as to not slip on the freshly waxed hardwood floors in his socks. Scout’s attention did not waver from the front door for a moment. Tommy peered out of one of the side windows that flanked the double doors on either side and saw the late night visitor. Grace.
“Down, Scout,” he commanded the dog, who sat obediently behind him, still on high alert. He apprehensively opened the door, gun in his hand. “Miss Burgess,” he greeted.
“Mr. Shelby,” she said, a little too cheerily for this time of night. “I just wanted to check on your wife. She was a little–worse for wear when I last saw her.” she laughed softly.
“Little late, Grace,” Tommy rasped, Scout growling behind him.
“May I come in?” she asked, rubbing her arms. “It’s a little cold.”
He opened the door a little wider, against his better judgment. “Shouldn’t have come, then.” he let her slide past him, Scout standing immediately and letting out a vicious bark.
“Down, girl.” Tommy commanded, tucking his gun in the waistband of his pants, against his lower back.
“She’s a beautiful dog, Tommy.” Grace said, reaching her hand out for Scout to sniff. Scout apprehensively approached her, sniffing her hand before growling at her again.
“She’s my wife’s dog.” Tommy said, stroking Scouts back, hoping it would tame the low grumbles she was emitting. “I trust a dog's instinct, y’know?” he said, eyeing Grace carefully.
“Yes, they are very trustworthy animals.” she said.
“My wife is upstairs, asleep, hopefully still even after that loud bark,” he said, eyeing Scout, who looked up at him quizzically. “You shouldn’t be here, Miss Burgess.” he said, squaring his shoulders. “How did you know this was our home?”
“Your wife told me where you lived today. She said it was grand, but I didn’t think it would be this grand.” she chuckled nervously, eyeing the crystal chandelier that hung above them in the foyer. They stood awkwardly in the foyer before Grace said, “Well, your wife said you were a gentleman, but I don’t think a gentleman would let a lady wait this long and not even offer her a drink.” she smiled.
Tommy’s expression remained cold. “I’m a gentleman to my wife, and a bastard to all else, Miss Burgess. That is something you should know.”
She approached him apprehensively, carefully calculating her actions. “Don’t you ever wish sometimes, you could be a bastard to your wife, Mr. Shelby?” Tommy froze, as she approached closer. “Don’t you miss that old life you used to live?” she asked. Scout stood up, ears attentive as she heard the bedroom door squeak open. Grace froze in place as Tommys eyes widened in disbelief at the barmaid's words. “Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Shelby.” she continued, reaching out to put a hand on his chest.
“Thomas?” you called out, voice heavy with sleep, rubbing your eyes. Your eyes adjusted to the dim light and you froze when you saw Grace standing in such close proximity to your husband, her hand falling to her side slowly upon seeing you.
“Glad to see you’re awake.” Tommy said gently.
“What’re you doing here?” you ask Grace, who quickly backs away from Tommy.
“I came to check on you.” she said quickly.
“How did you know where we live?” you asked, confused.
“You told me at lunch, silly.” Grace said, giggling nervously.
“I don’t remember that,” you say to yourself quietly.
“I’m sure you don’t remember much, you were quite drunk.” Grace quipped back, moving to approach you. Scout let out a harsh bark that made your ears ring, head already pounding. Scout moved between you and Grace, teeth bared.
“I think it’d be best if you go, Grace.” Tommy said with that tone in his voice that, if the situation weren’t so odd, would have you on your knees in front of him in a matter of minutes.
“I think so too.” Grace said, gaze never leaving you. “Goodnight,” she said as Tommy opened the door for her and slammed it behind her, locking the deadbolt.
“How odd.” you muse aloud as Scout went over to the window, growling the whole way that Grace walked down the driveway.
“Odd indeed, my love.” Tommy says, putting an arm around your shoulders and leading you to the kitchen, where he warmed your food up for you.
You were quiet, mind whirring with questions, assumptions. He brought the warm plate of food over to where you were sitting at the table in the kitchen. “Thank you,” you smile weakly up at him. He sits down across from you, forearms on the table. “You look tired.” you observe.
“I am,” he admits, reaching for a cigarette.
“Why was she standing so close to you?” you ask, eyeing him, every insecurity coming to the surface.
Tommy sighed, not meeting your gaze. “I don’t know. She was–saying something about "don't I wish I could go back to my old life’.” he said lowly, lighting his cigarette.
“And what’d you say to that?” you asked, tone dark.
“I didn’t have the chance to say anything, you came down the stairs.” he said, exhaling smoke.
“So what would you have said if I didn’t?” you asked, raising your voice.
“I would’ve said fuck no.” he told you, expression serious, lips in a tight line, eyes not leaving yours.
You angrily stared at him for a while, breathing irregular, rage building. “Just as much as I am yours, Thomas Shelby, you are mine.” you tell him, jaw clenched.
“You’re absolutely fucking right,” he ground out.
You stand up, taking your plate to the sink, mumbling that you weren’t hungry. He stalks over to you, turning you around, your back against the counter, a hand around your throat. “I am all yours,” he says slowly, his face close to yours. “And you are all mine,” he presses his forehead to yours. “For fucking ever.”
“Thomas,” you let out a breathy moan, a pool of heat forming between your legs. He had done this before–and it had both tested your trust in him and solidified the knowledge that he would never do anything to actually hurt you. Every ounce of strength and self-control he had in his body and mind was put to the test, and adrenaline coursed through your veins. You could see the lust in his eyes as he moved closer to you, crushing you further against the counter.
You had done this a few times since you had been married–this game of trust and brute force. You didn’t think you would enjoy it as much as you do. The first time it happened, it was by accident. The second time, you intentionally provoked Tommy, telling him you wanted to see the darker side of him, that you were tired of being treated like porcelain. He warned you it could end badly, but you were so lost in lust, you told him you didn’t care. Afterwards he held you, cleaned you up and whispered loving praises in your ear. You shook for a quarter hour after the second time the two of you played this game, your body wrung out from pleasure, all of your energy gone.
“I will never betray our love, do you understand?” he asks through gritted teeth, pulling you back in this moment. His grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, just the way you liked. You were thankful Scout was asleep at the front door, not wanting this moment ruined.
“Yes, Thomas,” you moan, and he releases his hold on your throat to hold your face in both of his hands, his lips crashing to yours in a searing kiss. The kiss is teeth and tongue and lips and he’s swallowing your moans as he begins to tear your clothes from your body. His hands move to grip your backside and you throw your legs around his waist and he carries you up to bed for the night.
The next morning, you wake up and Tommy isn’t in bed with you, which is odd. You roll over, groaning at the discomfort you feel in your limbs, assumedly from being tangled up in him all night. When you go to wash, you notice bruises across your skin and smile softly to yourself, thinking of the previous night's activities. You deeply enjoyed all parts of who your husband was, and allowing him to bare the darker parts of himself to you only made you love him all the more. The strength he summoned daily to overcome that darkness filled you with a sense of pride for what a good man he is. What a good man he is to you.
He knocked on the bathroom door and you opened it, wearing only your dressing gown. You were toweling off your face from where you had just washed it. His fingers ghosted over the bruises he left on you, a downcast expression on his face. “I’m sorry, my love.” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Don’t be sorry,” you tell him, shooting him a naughty grin. “I quite enjoyed it.”
“Mm,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s a good thing I suppose.”
You gasped when he pulled away from you, noticing a mark you had left on him, just underneath his collarbone. “Oh, Thomas, I’m sorry!” you giggled as he moved to inspect what you had discovered in the mirror.
A disgruntled sound left his lips. “Well, Mrs. Shelby, guess we’re both marked as one anothers for the foreseeable future, hm?”
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“You went to their house?” Inspector Campbell ground out at his meeting with Grace the next day.
“I had no choice.” she replied softly.
“You have every choice!” he exclaimed, surprising himself with how loudly he said it. “If you can’t get close to the wife, and you can’t seduce Thomas, how exactly do you plan to get the information we need, Grace?”
She bit the inside of her cheek. “I can do this, Mr. Campbell.” she said.
“I trust you know what you are doing. These are dangerous people.”
“I am aware!” she snapped at him. “I was aware when I was met at his door by a gun and a dog that was eager to tear me from limb to limb.” she said, jaw clenched. “I was close last night, he was vulnerable. And his brother, the one who is really the one in charge of the Garrison, he’s easier to get information out of. More trusting.”
“Then by all means, get as much information out of him as you can, Grace. But you must link all of this to Thomas Shelby.”
“I will!” she insisted, growing frustrated at the man's lack of confidence in her.
“Of course you will.” he said, demeanor softening. “I just don’t want you harmed is all.”
“I was trained for this. Now I’m running late.” she said, turning the corner and disappearing into the streets of Birmingham.
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Blessed Are The Meek 5
Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)
Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.
Character: Tommy Shelby
Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕
You wipe the Commander's face and stand with the cup, brush, and blade. You go to the sink to clean it all up and put it away. As you do, you hear him shifting in the water. You've already set out his soap and shampoo on the ledge. The smell of it laces the air.
You glance at the door, wondering if you should go.
"You will wait and have a towel ready."
His order is taken as diligently as any other. 'Yes, Commander' and you take the bath sheet from the rack, standing by the wall and staring at your sleeve. He sighs as he lingers in water, drawing out the tension.
When he stands, water slaking noisily from his body, you come forward and open the bath sheet. He steps over the wall of the tub and waits. You wrap it around him and he finally clasps the top.
You recoil and move aside. He passes you and you roll up your sleeve to pull the stopper from the tub. You don’t return to the bedroom right away. You give him time before you near the door, head down.
“Would you like your tea?” You ask the floor.
He sits on the side of the bed. He reaches for the thick tome on the round table beside the wooden frame. He lifts the bible and flutters through the gold-edged pages. You listen to the noise but refocus on the cold hardwood.
“Even piety cannot outweigh the law,” he says, “did you chance a verse or two, hm?”
You shake your head. “No, Commander.”
He snaps the book shut, clutching it between his hands. He runs his thumb along the spine and leans forward. He stares at the cover then hurls it at the wall, making you flinch as it falls onto its pages.
“Tell me then, what did you read? Before?”
You don’t know what to say. You don’t believe he truly cares. This is just what the men do. They play on their power, pulling the strings of the women they made into puppets. You won’t tell him of the cheap novellas that kept you company in a tub very much like the one in the next room or the fantastical tales of dragons and magic that first awakened your love of literature.
“I am not the woman I was before. I cannot recall.”
He sits up and leans his head back, “you are just like every other woman. You say what will do you best, but never the truth.”
You don’t argue. He is right, but he does not admit why. That if you do speak honestly, you will be sent to the wall or worse.
“Or maybe you read nothing at all. Maybe you were the sort to watch a screen until your head turned dull. Or spent your time with a bottle of liquor…” he presumes as he scratches along his neck. “Certainly, there wasn’t much time for reading with a son to rear, eh?”
You try not to falter. Is it a lucky guess or does he know? He could. Surely, if he wanted to know who you used to be, he could find that out.
“Tea,” he orders bluntly and lifts his legs onto the bed, sprawling wide so the bath sheet slackens around his legs.
“Yes, Commander,” you affirm, twisting sharply as you fight to keep your nerves from boiling over. It is a test. One you must pass.
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The Commander dismisses you as he sits thumbing through the bible’s bent pages and sipping his tea. You leave him with the soft clasp of the doorknob behind you. You wade through the dark and down to the first floor. You resume your seat on the bench, drawing your legs up as you lay on your side.
It is stiff and uncomfortable. You feel the knot forming in your neck already but you are too tired to worry about it. You sleep shallowly, cramped and rigid, until you are awakened by the creak of the stairs.
You sit up with an effort. Your neck screams and your shoulder blades throb. You lean on the wall for just a moment as you muster the strength to stand. The pain is almost inhuman. You knew you would regret sleeping on the bench but you hadn’t much choice.
You rise and brace your hip without thinking as you face the Commander coming down the stairs. He wears only a robe in the pale light of early morning. It cannot be more than four.
“I called for you,” he stops on the middle step.
“Apologies, Commander.”
“Why are you down here?” He sneers.
“I… I did not know where else–”
“Hush,” he demands curtly, “you think too much and say more.”
You lower your chin in submission. You swallow your standard acquiescence and wait for further reproach.
“Upstairs. This house is frigid, I require another duvet. Find one.”
He goes back up as you hesitate to follow. You ascend, step by step, tamping down a whine as each lift of your foot zings up to your neck. You go to the narrow closet door and open it, revealing a spare blanket. You bring it with you and enter through the open bedroom door.
The Commander is abed already. You approach him and throw the duvet across the bed, grunting through your teeth. You tug the corners straight and he reaches to grasp your wrist. You pause, his touch almost stinging.
“You may sleep across my feet, like a dog,” he snickers, “it would do better than that bench for your decrepit bones.”
You stay still, not daring to rip your arm away from him, “Commander, I don’t mind–”
“It is not up to you. Go on, dog, take your place.”
He lets you go and you stand. Your eyes burn with humiliation as you sidle towards the end of the mattress. You put one hand down, then the other, climbing up on all fours like an animal. You lower yourself onto your side, back to him as you stare at the dark doorway.
“Just like a loyal old bitch,” he remarks as he jostles the bed, kicking you from beneath the blanket, “aren’t you?”
“Yes, Commander,” you force through your tight throat.
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Roo's Handmaid AU
By His Command (Lloyd Hansen x handmaid!reader)
Part 1 ✾ Part 2 ✾ Part 3 ✾ Part 4
Blessed are the Meek (Tommy Shelby x martha!reader)
Part 1 ✾ Part 2 ✾ Part 3 ✾ Part 4 ✾ Part 5 ✾ Part 6 ✾ Part 7
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The Unwilling Wife
Pairing: Dark Thomas Shelby x Virgin Reader
Warning: Arranged Marriage, Full On Non Con, Loss of Virginity, Tommy being horrible
Note: This was a request!
Growing up Gypsy, it was customary for young women like you to be married off early. But in the heart of the Midlands, amidst the smokestacks and iron foundries of Birmingham, you were to marry a man of power and influence, Thomas Shelby.
You stood at the altar, dressed in a gown that glistened like liquid moonlight under the chandelier's golden glow. Your heart pounded against your chest like a caged bird, desperate to escape. You knew not what awaited you in this new world, but fate dictated that you must submit to its cruel whims.
Standing before the officiant, you locked eyes with Thomas, his gaze cold and unyielding. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the Gypsy man uttered, the words striking a death knell within your heart.
You turned to face Thomas, the air thick between you, heavy with tension and unspoken words.
"Come now, Love," he rasped, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. He had his eyes on you for the past two years, but your parents insisted that he waited until you were ready for a union of such kind.
At twenty-one, your father passed away and you were no longer given a choice. You had to marry this man to provide stability to your family.
The weight of expectations bore down upon you, making each step feel like walking through mud. You'd never known much about love, having only felt the bitter sting of betrayal. You had no idea how this man, whose eyes held a wildfire of ambition, would treat you.
Thomas led you down the aisle, his grip firm yet gentle. "We are leaving now," he asserted, his tone hardening. You nodded, feeling the weight of the gazes upon you. Your heart hammered in your chest; the fear of uncertainty consumed you. The velvety darkness of night seemed like a safe haven compared to the storm brewing inside you.
You walked away from your familiar surroundings and the chill hung in the air, mirroring the icy sensation creeping down your spine as your husband led you to his car.
He couldn't wait a minute longer to claim what now was rightfully his and you soon began to notice the urgency in his demur.
It was all too late to do anything about it now though, as your hands shook and you found yourself staring back at him, paralyzed, even as you silently wished for a way out. In those moments, you remembered how different life could have been if your choices were truly your own. Yet, here you stood - defenseless, scared, and utterly alone.
"Your new home is only a short drive from here," he said abruptly, his tone devoid of emotion.
Despite the dimness of the interior, you noticed the hardness in his jawline, the intensity burning in his eyes. It was clear to you that he desired something far more than just physical pleasure. And as his hand found the small of your back, you knew that he wanted absolute control over you.
You followed meekly, stepping into the car as he shut the door behind you. The leather seats were warm against your skin, carrying a musky scent of polished wood and cigar smoke.
Thomas clicked the button to close the doors, and your stomach twisted in knots, the fear growing stronger within you. The car started smoothly, pulling away from the parking lot, leaving your old life behind. You watched the blurred lights pass by outside, trying to grasp the reality of your situation.
"So, tell me Love," Thomas broke the silence, "What did your parents tell you about me?" he wanted to know.
"Not much," you managed to croak, swallowing the lump in your throat. The air was thick with tension, the silence pressing down on you like a vice. You fidgeted in your seat, shifting in discomfort.
"Just that you are dangerous," you finally replied honestly, trying to sound indifferent. The truth was, you barely knew anything about Thomas Shelby beyond the rumors you had heard from others. You knew he was a prominent figure in Birmingham's criminal underworld, feared and respected for his ruthlessness.
Thomas chuckled, his deep laughter echoing through the enclosed space. "Well, I suppose that's true enough, eh" he admitted, a glint of pride in his eyes. "But you have nothing to worry about Sweetheart. I'm a fair man," Thomas reassured you softly, reaching across the distance between the two front seats to stroke your arm gently. His touch was soothing, yet there was something unsettling about it.
"If you do as I say and behave like a good wife for me, I will treat you well," he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your wrist. "And, considering the deal I made with your mother, I have no doubt that you will learn your place fairly quickly, eh," he said.
Thomas smiled grimly, his eyes flashing dangerously under the dashboard light. You tried to nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your palms were sweating against the satin fabric of your dress, and your heart raced wildly in your chest. You felt trapped, suffocated, and desperately yearned for freedom.
As the car pulled up to the entrance of an imposing mansion, the engine roared to a stop. Your breath caught in your throat; you had seen pictures of this place, but seeing it in person took your breath away. The house loomed high, casting ominous shadows onto the driveway.
Thomas opened the car door for you, offering his hand as if he expected you to jump straight into his arms. You hesitated, taking a moment to gather your courage before accepting his help. As you stepped out of the vehicle, the crunch of gravel beneath your heels echoed loudly in the silent night.
Inside, the mansion was magnificent. A grand staircase dominated the entrance hall, leading up to a second floor where countless rooms branched off. Each one seemed to hold its secrets, and you wondered what lay hidden behind closed doors. Despite the luxury surrounding you, feelings of unease crept into your mind.
"Frances will show you upstairs, to your bedroom," Thomas instructed, gesturing to a petite woman standing quietly near the entrance. Frances, you noted, was much older than you and appeared to possess a calm confidence you envied.
"Thank you," you whispered timidly, grateful for the reprieve from Thomas' intimidating presence.
With the slightest tilt of her head, Frances indicated that you should follow her.
"This way, Mrs Shelby," she called out to you politely, her tone as smooth as silk.
You trailed after her obediently, your feet whispering against the plush carpet beneath them. As you ascended the grand staircase, you paused to glance upwards, marveling at the glittering crystal chandeliers hanging overhead.
Frances shot you a smile, seemingly reading your awe-struck expression. "There's plenty to explore, Miss. But let's get you settled in first, shall we?" she said. "Mr Shelby will be up soon and my understanding is that he wants to consummate your union tonight," she added delicately but firmly.
You gulped, your heartbeat accelerating as Frances guided you toward a set of double doors adorned with intricate gold detailing. "Don't fret, Miss," she continued, opening the doors to reveal a stunning bedroom filled with luxurious furnishings. "In time, you may come to appreciate the finer things in life that Mr Shelby will provide for you," she told you and you knew the price you had to pay for what she was referring to.
As such, you didn't respond, instead choosing to focus on the plush red rug beneath your feet.
Frances saw through your feigned ignorance, smiling softly. "Mr Shelby has selected some clothing for you to wear," she told you, pointing to the white satin lingerie on the bed before quietly leaving the room.
You stared at the delicate garments laid out on the bed, feeling overwhelmed and anxious. The soft fabrics were unlike anything you'd ever touched before, and the thought of wearing them made you uncomfortable. You approached the bed cautiously, picking up the lacy bra and panties with trembling hands.
"I am not going to wear this," you muttered to yourself while sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Your fingers nervously toyed with the lace trimming of the underwear. You weren't accustomed to such luxury, nor the idea of being submissive to someone else's desires. Still, you knew you had little choice or control over your circumstances.
The clock struck midnight, and you heard footsteps approaching your door. Thomas entered the room, locking it behind him. The air crackled with tension, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.
"May I assume that the garments I chose for you did not fit?" Thomas asked, breaking the silence and you flushed, averting your gaze.
"I did not try them on," you stammered, aware of the sudden stiffness in his posture and, unsurprisingly, your comment caused Tommy to sigh.
He stepped closer to you, towering tall over you as you remained seated, looking like a cornered fawn. His gaze swept over you once before speaking again.
"I am surprised you still hesitate," he began, running a hand through his dark hair. "I understand that you may be nervous, but I own you now. You are my wife and I expect you to do as I say," Thomas said, his voice low and steady. He reached out to caress your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. You flinched slightly, but you knew better than to pull away. This was your life now, and if you wanted to survive, you would have to play along.
"Now stand up and take off your dress," Thomas ordered, his voice hardening. You swallowed, knowing what he wanted.
You stood slowly, taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze. He appraised you coolly, a slight smirk curving his lips. You clenched your fists, hating the fact that you had no other option but to comply.
"Undress," he commanded again bluntly, watching you closely.
You hesitated for a few seconds before peeling your wedding gown off. It slithered down your body, leaving you bare underneath the flickering candlelight. You shivered, the goosebumps rising on your skin as you met his assessing eyes.
"Good girl," Tommy smirked and you could feel his eyes roam over your flesh, drinking in the sight of your naked form while you shivered fearfully under his gaze.
Your teeth gritted together, bracing yourself for the inevitable.
"Turn around," Thomas growled, his voice thick with lust. Reluctantly, you spun around, presenting your back to him.
His fingertips grazed your shoulder blades, tracing a path down your spine towards your waist. "You're beautiful Love," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And I have been dreaming of this moment for two fucking years now," he confessed, moving closer.
You flinched when you felt his hot breath on your neck, but you bit your lip and held your ground. You could sense that he was aroused, and that knowledge made you feel nauseous.
"Please, I don't want to do this," you whispered, your voice quivering like a leaf in the wind. "I have never been with a man before," you pleaded with him as his hands roamed over your body possessively.
"And that excites me even more, knowing that I will be the first to have you," Thomas responded, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, turn around again and lie down on the bed for me, legs spread," he commanded you.
You hesitated, torn between your instinctive refusal and the stark realization that resistance would only invite punishment. After a moment, you reluctantly complied with his order, turning around and climbing on to the bed, lying down slowly but keeping legs firmly together.
"Spread your legs, I said," barked Thomas, his patience clearly thinning. You looked up at him pleadingly, but his expression was resolute. With a quiet whimper, you reluctantly parted your legs. The gap between them widened, and you quickly covered your exposed sex with your hands.
"Let go of yourself," Thomas snapped, grabbing your wrists roughly and pinning them down to the mattress. "I want to see what is mine," he declared, inspecting every inch of your body with a predatory gaze.
You struggled weakly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
"Please," you gasped, "I can't do this -- I've never done this before!"
To your surprise, the usually stern Thomas softened, stroking your cheek with the gentleness of a lover in the throes of passion. "Shh," he soothed, "Open your legs," he told you again and, nervously, you acquiesced, allowing him to guide your limbs apart.
"That's it, Love," he praised you, stroking your inner thigh. "Beautiful," he breathed, his eyes devouring you greedily. "I've never seen anyone quite like you," he purred, leaning down to kiss the tender spot where your thigh met your hip. "You are fucking perfect," he growled before he kneeled down, upright, in between your legs so that you could do nothing else but keep your legs parted for him.
Tommy unbuckled his belt next and pushed his pants down to reveal his erection, dripping with the pre-cum, eager to penetrate you. It was monstrously swollen, pulsing, and visibly leaking. You recoiled back, feeling terrified, and disgusted. You tried to look away, but Tommy grabbed your chin, forcing you to confront it.
"You belong to me now," he declared, his voice sinister and commanding. "Your sweet little pussy belongs to me. No one else will ever have you or touch you like I do."
"Now hold still," Tommy said, maneuvering himself between your legs. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding your body into position. The rough texture of his calloused hands made you wince, but you held your tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing your protests.
"Look at me," he demanded, his eyes boring into yours. You met his gaze warily, unable to tear your eyes away from his intense stare. His pupils dilated, reflecting the fire of desire burning within him as he aligned the head of his cock with your entrance. You tensed, feeling a wave of panic wash over you he started applying pressure that gradually increased.
"Relax," he urged as a bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, pooling at the base of your neck. The dampness was uncomfortably warm, adding to the mounting agony. You focused intensely on breathing evenly, attempting to distract yourself from the intrusion.
"I'm sorry, Love," he mumbled, his grip tightening around your thighs. "It is going to hurt, but you'll get used to it in time."
The words stung, a reminder of the brutal reality of your situation. You tried to brace yourself as Tommy continued to push, his cockhead teasing your wetness as it teetered on the brink of entry.
Your insides clenched involuntarily, resisting the violation. The muscles of your core contracted around his shaft, threatening to reject him entirely. You could almost imagine your womb recoiling within the confines of your pelvis, rejecting the foreign object invading your most sacred space.
"Relax," Tommy repeated, his voice strained but still calm. "And let me in," he growled, beginning to thrust harder, his cock slipping further into your tight passage. You bit your lip, suppressing a scream as your body stretched to accommodate him.
"That's it Love," Thomas groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Let me fuck that little hole of yours," he grunted, relishing the sensation of his member filling you.
You tried to focus on his words, willing yourself to relax and enjoy the experience. But the overwhelming sense of violation left you numb, incapable of experiencing any pleasure. Instead, you clamped tightly around him, squeezing his cock in a futile attempt to prevent it from entering deeper.
"Fuck you are tight," Tommy moaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. "I can't believe how tight you are," he hissed, his nostrils flaring as he fought to regain control.
He grasped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he attempted to plunge farther into you.
"Relax," he implored once more, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Let me push my cock all the way in to you," he snarled, plunging his cock into you with renewed vigor.
"That's it," he eventually groaned as he bottomed out against your cervix, "So tight," he panted, withdrawing partially before slamming back into you with renewed fervor.
The impact reverberated through your whole body, causing your toes to curl. You gasped, feeling helpless against his raw strength. He drove into you relentlessly, his movements building momentum with each thrust.
"My beautiful wife, you are taking my cock so well now," breathed Tommy, his voice husky with need.
You squirmed beneath him, your body racked with conflicting sensations. The pain was relentless, but somehow, the pleasurable hum of arousal grew louder, drowning out the cries of distress.
You swallowed convulsively, fighting back the tears welling up in your eyes. "No, please," you choked out, your voice cracking with desperation. "I can't handle anymore."
"I am almost done Love", Tommy whispered, burying his face in your neck.
Suddenly, you felt his thrust become shallow, and then he withdrew completely. You heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that it must finally be over. However, before you could fully exhale, Tommy flipped you onto your back and positioned himself above you.
"Oh god, please," you whimpered, struggling to escape his iron grip as he pinned your wrists down.
"Relax," he said through gritted teeth and, before you could argue, his cock slid back into you effortlessly, tearing a whimper from your throat. He fucked you mercilessly, unrelenting in his thrusts.
"I'm ready to finish inside you," Tommy groaned, his pace quickening. "And I am going to cum deep inside you, Love," he growled, his strokes becoming erratic before, with a loud groan, he buried himself deep inside you again.
"Fuck," he groaned as he began to spasm, releasing his seed in hot spurts deep inside you. You cried out in shock, your body arching uncontrollably against the invasion. The thick warmth filled you, spreading inside you until it overflowed, dribbling down your leg.
"My beautiful wife," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and heavy as, finally, he pulled out.
You could feel his semen leaking down your thighs, a cold reminder of the act that had just transpired. The raw pain you felt was matched only by the shame and humiliation that weighed heavily upon you.
"I'm sorry, Sweetheart" he mumbled, his voice sounding sincere but distant as he handed you a handkerchief. "I promise it won't be like this every time. Like I said, you will get used to it. Once you are broken in, it will be much easier for you, eh," your husband told you and you stayed silent, staring blankly ahead as he got dressed. The remnants of his seed dripped onto the sheets below you, staining the pristine white fabric with evidence of your desecration.
"Now get some rest," Thomas gruffly instructed you, brushing aside tangles of your long dark hair and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He helped you scoot under the covers, positioning your body so that your legs were slightly parted. His firm hands ensured that you were tucked in properly, creating a cocoon of safety around you. "Tomorrow will be another day," he murmured, extinguishing the candles on the bedside table as he rose silently to leave.
"Goodnight, Love," he said softly, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone in the darkness.
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Tired of Me
Part Six
Tommy Shelby x Reader
CW: angst, fluff
Neither of you are strong enough to talk about your problems, you coexist in a state of sleepless nights and last chances but can any of that change when you start visiting a therapist?
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Tommy had gone away again but it hasn't been as bad as before, he called you regularly and had begun organising dinners to be served to you that changed day by day. You could feel his presence more than ever before and it felt so much better than you could have expected.
"The phone for you Ma'am," one of the maids told you as she entered your studio. You thanked her and went to your desk where you picked up the phone.
"Hello?" You asked with a smile on your face because you knew who it was.
"Hello, darling. How have your drawings been going lately?" Tommy asked in a tired but interested voice.
"It's been okay, I've been experimenting with some different crayons and oil paints and it's been coming out alright so far, I've got a portrait of you planned." You smiled as you held your knees close to your chest.
"I'm not worthy of your work, darling. I just love hearing your voice." Tommy sounded so sad it made you concerned.
"Are you okay, Tommy?" You asked, chewing your lip anxiously.
"Some things have happened but I don't want to worry you with the details," he sighed "I know you want me to let you in but some things aren't for the ears of angels like you."
"I understand, Tom. I just wish I could help you with everything." You rubbed your forehead.
"Darling, hearing your voice helps me more than you can ever understand." Tommy's line had some speaking in the background and there was a pause where he seemed to reply through a muffled microphone.
"Are you okay?" You asked.
"Yes, but I need to get off now. I'll call you again in a few days to hear how that portrait is coming along." Tommy sounded like he was smiling and jr made you blush.
"Okay, my love. Have a good evening, I love you."
You carried on keeping yourself busy in the studio with experimentation to try not to worry about what trouble your husband was getting into. It was helping but only slightly by this point as it had been a few days since you'd heard from Tommy and that always heightened your anxiety around it. But the thought that he wanted to change and was making actual changes to your relationship was making your heart warm. Regardless of the anxiety around his safety it reassured you that he was trying to be better and make you feel more loved.
Working on Tommy's portrait was healing for you because it felt like a portion of him was with you all the time. You chose to paint him in a happier moment, sitting at his desk in a shirt with the sleeves rolled up with a cigarette in hand. He was smiling at the viewer but you would know that he was smiling at you, sometimes Tommy would ask you to do some drawings whilst he was working at his desk so you could both work silently but this time you had begun sketching this happy expression on his face intermixed with sketches of him at his desk. So you had a pretty good reference to start from for your pencil guide, your favourite part to paint were always his eyes. They were so intoxicatingly blue, drawing you in and keeping you under his unmistakable spell. By the end of the sketch guide you felt so drunk on the love you had for his figure, for his face and his brain that it was almost ridiculous.
Your love for him could withstand anything, you didn't worry for your marriage as you did before and your therapy sessions had gone to every fortnight rather than every week as you felt more stable. At least… that's what you thought was the truth.
Later that week Thomas rang you again and you picked up with a smile on your face and a spring in your step. You'd missed his voice more than you cared for admit and wanted to soothe him with information about your mundane day because you knew he craved normality.
"Afternoon my lovely," you smiled against the phone.
"Hello, darling." Tommy replied.
"Your portrait is coming across nicely. You'll be happy to hear even if you won't appreciate the lack of a serious expression on your face." You joke and he let out a chuckle.
"You always say these sorts of things and they never really are true, if I smile around you then I am happy. You don't see it as weakness and I don't if I am around you," Tommy paused "There's so much shit going on here that I just want to hear how it's going, tell me everything that's happened."
"Well I've started with the desk, I want to paint your eyes last so I can just stare into them and get lost again. You're so beautiful to paint, Tommy." You rubbed your hand up and down your hand that held the phone.
"I'm glad you think so, I can't wait to get lost in yours again. I look at your photos so often I can't get them out of my head." Tommy hummed against the phone.
"You really think of me so often?" You asked with a smile dancing across your face.
"All the time my love, you never leave my mind at most points of the day." Tommy sighed at the other end of the line and you suspected he was rubbing his face.
"I admit I can't stop thinking about you at most points of the day either but you're always so busy my darling, hope I'm not distracting you too much." You tucked some hair behind your ear softly.
"Y/n, you're my favourite and only distraction I invite." Tommy told you and you smiled.
"You always know how to reassure me lately, I really appreciate all the changes you've made." You rubbed your neck that was aching from standing for so long.
"I love you, darling. Forever and always. Don't ever forget that, I must go now but I will contact you soon." Tommy put down the phone and you smiled.
The following day you were woken up with a knock at your bedroom door, a maid came in with a small package on a tray. You thanked her and set the package down on the bed, it was addressed to you but not in Tommy's handwriting so you weren't sure what it was going to contain. You pulled apart the brown paper that had a thick envelope slotted into it that you took out, opened it up and your eyes widened.
There were tens of photos of Thomas and Arthur with women. Photos of them entering a grand house and photos of your husband with women, but most of this with one woman with dark lipstick and darker hair. She was beautiful, there were labels or comments or something written in Russian on the back of all the photos and you didn't know what to say. But before you could think you saw the letter enclosed, it said few words but they spoke volumes.
Greetings from us Mrs Shelby,
We hope you enjoy this olive branch of honesty
Your breath caught in your throat but that was when you heard the ticking 'tick,tick,tick,tick'. Peeling back the other layers of brown paper you saw a timer triggered bomb and fled from your bed. You screamed 'bomb' from the staircase and fled for your life out of the house as the staff followed. You didn't get out of the doors in time before a world shuddering boom erupted. As you fell to the floor, your head dazed and foggy you realised you were holding the photos that your mind couldn't escape from. They were a bit crumpled from your fall but the incriminating nature of them was all the same and tears began to fall from your eyes as you lay on the gravel outside your home that was burning.
You were helped to your feet by one of the maids, you couldn't hear anything apart from the thumping inside your head as you walked back into the house. The portrait of you and Tommy that was on the grand staircase was burning at the edges of the frame, it served as a sick reminder that nothing had changed, nothing was different.
You coughed as you walked around the corner and leant against the wall for support, your arm was bleeding from the fall onto the drive but you just wiped it with your hand and carried on. The maids calls to you falling on dead ears as you entered the studio and looked at your easel. Your portrait of Thomas smiling back at you made your eyes well up and the rage within your body rose up into an almighty fire as you took a pallet knife in your hand and dug deep into his face. You ran the knife down to the bottom of the canvas and continued to retract and stab the knife into the fabric with a hopeless ferocity that made your arm hurt.
"You fucking bastard," you whispered to yourself as you took a step back and looked at the mangled portrait before you.
You wanted the fire to consume you, to take your body with the house and never return it to the earth. Why couldn't the sweet release of death take you? Why couldn't you just fucking cut yourself out of your husband's life and leave this god forsaken world behind. Even when he hurt you so intensely you felt such loyalty to him that it made you feel sick, no, no, no- not sick. Your breath caught in your throat again as you realised you had to vomit and you turned around, sinking to the floor Infront of the bin and emptying your guts. You couldn't be? No, no you… fuck.
Sinking against the floor you sobbed, holding your stomach you cried for the suspected unborn child that would be born into a world of fire. The child that would never understand why their father was never here, why he was never in their life. If you were with child you didn't know what to do. Pushing yourself up with shaking arms and a pulsing headache you packed up some of your sketchbooks and your materials, threw on an overcoat and some shoes the were under your desk and sat in your desk chair. Your feet were bleeding out into the soles of the shoes and you didn't seem to care, it was the least of your worries at the current moment. You could smell smoke and fire but you didn't move for a great while even when you could hear the fire engines approaching you didn't rise. You just gripped the photographs in your trembling hands and held yourself.
Thomas couldn't breath when he got the telephone call, he continued to hold his breath when he was told that you were alive but outright refused to talk to him. He didn't know how to react, what had made you so angry toward him? A few days ago there was no animosity, no anger at all so what had changed especially after such a tragedy? He came home on the first train he could but as he entered the house on Watery Lane he was met by Ada who had never looked so angry in her life. Before Tommy could say anything she had slapped him extremely hard round the face.
"You're a fucking bastard, Tommy. I mean that with every bone in my fucking body because of what you've done to her." Ada's eyes were full of malice.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tommy asked and Ada looked at him with a knowing look.
"She knows, Tommy. She fucking knows what you did on that trip." Ada commented and Tommy rubbed his forehead.
"How the fuck-"
"The photos were with the fucking bomb, with a fucking note saying hello and labels in Russian on the photos of you having a great time with other women. She's sick with smoke inhalation, she's temporarily lost her hearing and fuck, she's absolutely broken." Ada yelled as she walked into the kitchen and sat down.
"What are you talking about, how could she know anything?" Tommy followed her and sat down.
"They look photos of you, everywhere in that fucking house and it's you there is no denying it. How have you fucked up this bad Tom? The moment before she nearly dies and all that is in her memory is you being with another." Ada shook her head and Tommy sighed.
"I need to see her and-"
"No! Don't you get it? She doesn't want you, she doesn't want to see you." Ada yelled and Tommy rubbed her forehead again, he was exhausted after his journey but he wanted to see you so badly he couldn't focus on it.
"Then what am I supposed to do? If I can't explain myself what should I do eh, Ada?" Tommy sounded like he could be pleading but his voice was so monotone you would never be able to tell.
"Fuck if I know, Thomas. But she doesn't want to see you. I'm going to the hospital now so if you want to say anything to her you'll have to write it down." Ada left the room and Tommy put his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
Your hearing was starting to come back day by day but your eyes hurt the most, they were constantly getting washed out and examined to make sure the smoke hadn't done any more damage but they were red and swollen. Nothing major was wrong that you could tell but the doctors were concerned for your lungs so you couldn't leave the hospital, not that there was anywhere for you to go. You assumed you'd go to London with Ada but you didn't know if you could stand the journey or if Ada would want you. The feeling of being unwanted was palpable in your soul, you couldn't count how many times you'd cried yourself to sleep and it was almost a miracle you had your own room.
You couldn't rationalise what was happening and that had always been the advice of Dr Molina, to stop and think about what was going on and if your brain was blowing something out of proportion. But what else could this be other than the most cardinal sin a husband could commit? How were you to feel anything other than abandoned? Even though you didn't want to see Tommy you couldn't despise him in the way you felt like you wanted too. You wanted to see his face and feel anger erupt from your body and into words of malice like on the day of the explosion but you couldn't. When you saw his face in your head all you felt was sadness at a life missed out on.
Ada came to your bedside later that day and you felt grateful that she was such a frequent visitor. No one else was here for you in the way she was, you had no one to turn to except her. She sat by your bedside and explained how she saw Tommy today and your heart rate quickened. Holding your hand she discussed how she told him that you didn't want to see him and you nodded with tears in your eyes. When she handed you a letter your brows furrowed but seeing your name written in Tommy's handwriting made it clear. Ada left you to read the unopened letter on your own and you didn't know if you really wanted to hear his words or not.
My darling y/n,
I suppose, no I know that you don't wish to see me and I won't break that promise I make to you as I have many others. I expect nothing from you after reading this, just confirmation from my sister that you have read it is enough for me. It is unexplainably heartbreaking to not be able to see you and yet I understand why, I have betrayed you whether it was for business or not I have betrayed you. I hold no ill intent toward you in my actions but I did them all the same and I know that is what is important. I have asked your doctor to give me regular updates on your health so that you do not have to contact me further as I know that would cause you great discomfort. Know that I have put in place payment for any new things you may need whether it be clothes or painting supplies just tell Ada and it will be done. Your life can continue without interference from me or we can reconcile at a later date. Either way I love you, I love you so deeply it pains me so intensely to be apart from you. I still remember my vows to you and I have broken them on so many occasions I know that you deserve more than I can give you.
I am and will always be, your Tommy.
You put down the letter on your bedside table, rolled onto your side and cried yourself to sleep, your pillow growing wetter as the minutes went on. In the back of your mind Tommy was dead, he was fucking people who looked nothing like you... Tommy lusted after these women who were nothing like you and he carried this guilt within the things he bought for you. He told you he wanted to love you forever but he didn't, you wanted to fall in love with him everyday but he wouldn't let you. Thomas came with all this stress, you were joined with him for life, you'd given him your best years and you couldn't escape now. These weren't mistakes, these were calculated decisions he chose to make.
He killed you, inside he had murdered you and your sense of self and it was all coming back to hit you like a wave. You weren't crying for him, you wouldn't cry for him anymore than you needed too. Instead you cried for yourself, you wanted to believe you could kill him in your mind and not let out a single tear but you didn't know if that was true. Everyday of your life you had waited for someone who would try, someone who who would love you everyday of your marriage and you thought you had found it. But the regret that pooled your stomach ended with a hatred of your husband that you didn't believe you would ever forget. You covered your eyes with your hands and sobbed as you mourned the life you would never have with the man you loved more than life itself.
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The Devil and Death
Chapter One: If Only She Knocked
A/N: I have set this after Thomas and Red got married.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Red (Female Reader) (Modern au)
Chapter Summary: Months after Red and Thomas gets married, Galina breaks into their home with a glint in her eye and an idea to start a business big enough for the both of them.
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One late night, while Thomas is with his business with the Peaky Blinders. Red is still painting the nursery with a child on the way. Galina is on the way there, Red is pregnant with Ruby and thinking about passing out on the couch instead of finishing the room. Red continued to debate over which one she wanted to do. As she painted the details onto each cloud to make each side of the room a sunrise and the other a sunset.
She didn't hear the car pull up in the driveway over the loud music and she certainly didn't pay attention to the bright light waving around the windows of her house. She certainly hoped it Thomas was pulling up into the driveway. But she knew he wouldn't be home until tomorrow night instead. It's as if an otherworld being set it up from the future.
Galina is climbing upside the house near the expensive flower bed. She left her shoes in her car and decided it would be better to sneak in without shoes. While Red ordered takeout for her second dinner after shoving the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.
"My appetite is through the fucking roof, my husband is busy and I'm home alone. About to have my second dinner and eat two deserts,"
"Hey, Red, I know this might be a bad time and everything. But I have a great idea that I think you might want to be apart of,"
"Bad time for me or you?"
"You?"
"I'm a pregnant, home alone and the appetite of a monster wearing a skinsuit,"
"Never mind, that's not the point. I have an idea for a business that we could start up,"
"What kind of idea?"
Galina started to explain what she thought the kind of business she wanted to start up. She had to follow Red around while she cleaned up the left over paint tins.
"As much as I would love to help out, we'd have to wait until Ruby is born and at least three years old to get out of the planning stage,"
"You could also start third degree at the same time,"
"I'll think about it and discuss it with my husband. Spitball ideas of our own, see what he thinks about it."
"Since when did you go running to him?"
"I don't run or walk to him for anything, I ask him for an opinion because I want to hear it,"
"Like when you over planned my birthday party and you ran crying to him when I said I hated it,"
"You did that on purpose and I know it,"
Galina had to take several hours of promising to never hurt Red's feelings again. Which led to a heated debate over when it should start and where. Galina wanted it near a city they grew up, which was basically a neglected war zone and incredibly unstable. Red decided on starting near the mountains, away from civilization.
Galina groaned, complained about the idea until her own idea fell through and went back to sneaking into the house through the bedroom window. Luckily at this moment, Thomas only just pulled into the driveway. Galina had already climbed through the window and decided to cook dinner, while Red had a nap on the couch. As Thomas walked in confused, didn't think much of it before heading off to shower.
As the night continues, Galina had went to wake Red and Thomas had to make sure Galina didn't try to set their house on fire. Red slowly woke up, groaning as she stretched from sleeping on the couch.
"I'm still sorry for leaving you home alone that long," Thomas shouted from the kitchen.
"I told you, if you needed to go there. It's fine. I had Galina here with me the entire time,"
"I don't doubt that, I just wish she'd respect our privacy sometimes," Thomas said in a hushed tone that Galina couldn't hear.
"I'm hoping starting near the mountains would give one of us time away from the other sometimes. But knowing my luck it wouldn't happen for quite a while,"
"Make sure she doesn't climb into our bedroom window while I'm home at least, I don't want a repeat of what happened the night we got married,"
"She's married too, the guy is always off doing things though," Red stated confused by it, "there is cleary something happening that is making her act out in this way,"
"whatever it is, I hope we can deter her from our room to a separate room in the house,"
Galina didn't have to tell her if things were or weren't working out back at her home. As her facial expressions and her body language said it before she could hide that it was actually happening.
"I'm just worried that she's trying to fill an unfillable hole that's inside her," Red explained without over-explaining to the point of confusing him.
Over the next few months, Red and Galina had fixed up a new office for Galina to sneak into without bugging Thomas or Red. Thus Galina's bedroom window climbing came to a swift easy ending. At the very least both Thomas and Red had thought so, there was less yelling.
Three months Later
An office set up, Galina and her husband going to couples therapy. Red and Thomas looking for better locks for their bedroom windows. Red is about to have her child and she's currently hoping they don't loose her. Between both now and the time she enters the world. Even though she is reassured that it wouldn't happen a second time.
Her sleeping pattern after having the child on Christmas Eve became a complete mess. But it was already mess before having the child, so the sleep schedule didn't make it less or more difficult than usual. The Christmas holidays weren't much better for Galina since she divorced her husband and she moved in with Red.
Months After Christmas
Ruby is a few months old, Charlie is starting school that year and Red had started studying business so Galina could be free to sort her personal life out. While also making sure to decide what she is going contribute at the start of it. Thus beginning the new era of work for the both of them.
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The older I get | Shelby family x sister!Reader Modern AU
Summary: after being away for years, you must return to Small Heath to face the loss of a beloved one. But, will you be able to forgive the past and leave it behind?
A/N: English is not my first language, sorry in advance if something makes no sense.
Warning: death of a family member, angst.
Words: 3.1k
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"Y/N? Honey, are you still there?" Lizzie's soft voice echoed through the phone.
"Yes, thanks for calling," you said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Hey, why hasn't he called me?"
Lizzie sighed tiredly. "He's busy with work. Besides, he wanted someone else to tell you in case you didn't take it well."
"How the hell am I supposed to take this?" You asked with anger filling your veins. It wasn't Lizzie's fault and it wasn't fair to take out your frustration on her but you couldn't help it.
"I know," she conceded, "but you know your brother, he's having a hard time. Everyone's having a hard time."
Despite the lump in your throat, you nodded. Of course you understood but that didn't make you feel any better. Your Aunt Polly had just died and you had to find out through your brother's ex-wife.
"Thank you for taking the time to call me, see you tomorrow, well in a few hours," you hung up the phone and threw it hard against the mattress, it bounced several times before falling to the floor. The noise that the device made when it hit the ground resonated like an explosion in the silence of the night.
The tears you had been holding back rolled freely down your cheeks. You fell down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a choked sob.
It was too late to go to Birmingham, or too early, depending on how you looked at it. In a few hours you would take the first train so you could attend the funeral. You weren't sure what scared you more, facing the reality that Polly was gone or being in the same room with all your siblings again after seven years apart.
-
Since you couldn't fall asleep in the remaining hours until dawn, you packed some clothes and personal items, not many because you didn't plan to stay in Birmingham for too long, and tidied up your room. Cleaning would keep your mind busy.
The train ride was a fucking nightmare. Despite it being so early, your car was full of people, people with children who couldn't stop screaming and running between the seats. Wasn't anyone capable of teaching their children some manners? The boy right behind you had been kicking the back of your seat for more than twenty minutes, the damn thing.
Taking a deep breath, you rested your head on the window as you watched the landscape and tried not to think. The soft rattle of the train rocked you as if trying to comfort you. However, it was not that simple. Memories of your childhood in Small Heath flooded your mind, some of them good, some others the kind you would have liked to banish from your memory. The kind of ones that made you take the decision to put some distance between you and your family in the first place.
Finn and you, as twins, were the youngest with a considerable age difference compared to the rest of your siblings. Due to family problems, your parents had always been absent from your life, so your Aunt Poll practically raised you as her own. Polly was the closest thing you had ever had to a mother figure.
Your childhood and adolescence weren’t easy. Deep down you felt bad for thinking like that, you knew that your older brothers had had it worse while your father still lived with them, but still. As a teenager nothing seemed fair.
It was all screams and arguments, a house immersed in violence. Aunt Polly began to drink more and more, Arthur only thinking of his drugs or who knows what, which caused more fights. When the shouting started you used to run to your room and close the door, getting into bed, covering your head with a blanket and listening to music at full volume until your ears hurt.
And then you prayed just as Polly had taught you. You prayed that you would fall asleep and wake up with another family, a normal family where no one screamed or came back in the middle of the night beaten up and covered in blood.
You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your hand as you noticed a little girl staring at you.
"Why are you crying?" she asked in a squeaky childish voice.
Before you had time to make up any excuse a man who must have been her father spoke out loud, clearly making fun of you.
"She broke up with her boyfriend, right, pretty face?"
The look you gave him could rival Tommy's. No one would hesitate to say that you were a Shelby. Slowly, his smile faded from his face and he looked away embarrassed, grabbing the girl by the arm to make her return to her seat.
-
When you finally got off the train, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from crying. You took a couple steps through the station and then stopped. Who were you looking for? You didn't even know if anyone was going to pick you up.
“Y/N!”
Turning around, you looked everywhere trying to find who was calling you. They could be calling someone else but the voice was too familiar to be a mistake. And then you saw him, a few metres from the entrance, greeting you with his arm and a huge smile.
"Hello, Isaiah," you said with a small voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest, a position similar to the one you two shared the last time you said goodbye.
"How are you?" He asked when you stepped away but he immediately rolled his eyes. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."
"It's okay, I'm fine. What about you?"
He shrugged. "Great, given the circumstances. I have the privilege of picking up and bringing home the princess of Small Heath," he joked, winking playfully.
You hit him on the arm, of course not hurting him. You followed him only to stop next to the car, he took your bag and put it in the trunk. Once inside, Isaiah pulled out and placed his cell phone on your thigh. "You can choose the music."
The ride was quiet, both of you listening to your favourite songs and humming or making up the lyrics from time to time, like when you were teenagers and ran away from home along with Finn.
"Why did you come to pick me up at the train station?"
Isaiah glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not really taking his eyes off the road and remained silent for a few seconds. "Why, am I not enough for you?" he joked, in an attempt to light up the mood.
"I won’t hit you because you're driving" you murmured, he laughed softly. "My brothers, why have none of them come? I know Ada was busy with the kids, she texted but they haven’t even talked to me.”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know. You should talk to them about that. You've been away for many years, they've changed."
You nodded silently. It had started to rain. "Sure. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Isaiah."
He squeezed your leg. "You know I'll always be there for you."
-
The rain was now pouring fiercely as a reflection of your current mood.
Everything in the house screamed Polly, every corner reminded you of your childhood. It would always keep fascinating you how a simple scent could bring you back in time so easily. Blinking rapidly, you tried to clear your cloudy sight. Ada stepped in front of you, hugging you and murmuring comforting words in your ear and you leaned into her. You had missed her so much in the past few years.
As a little girl you felt devotion towards your only sister. You wanted to spend time with her, sometimes you stole her make up and she ended up mad at you because of it. The rest of the time she just pushed you away, not wanting to babysit you. Back then you thought it was unfair but now you understand, Ada was a teenager and she wanted to go out with her friends and her boyfriend, not staying at home with two little kids.
However, as you got older, it was more and more common for your sister to call to include you in her life.
"Will you stay with me and the children? Hey, Y/N. Are you listening to me?"
You looked at her worried face and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Ada. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary.”
Ada rubbed your arm as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I know, dear. Have you seen the others? Or Polly?”
Your heart jumped against your ribs with fury. “No, not yet.”
“Y/N!” Arthur called out, striding towards your direction. He stopped a step away from you, undecided whether to give you a hug or not. He looked thinner than you remembered. Actually, he looked older. You were the one who stepped forward and hugged his slender body. He reciprocated right away, burying his face in your hair and sobbing.
“It’s okay, Arthur” you whispered against his chest.
Taking a step back, you stared at him once again, mentally thanking that he wasn’t the one picking you up from the train station. He was a total mess.
Somehow, seeing your older brother like that sent a pang of guilt directed to your guts. Arthur used to be energetic, fierce and chaotic, but this man in front of you was nothing like that. He seemed like he needed a warm blanket and a cup of tea, and maybe sleeping for a couple days without worries.
“Arthur, why don’t we go and talk to Lizzie?” suggested Ada, linking her arm with his and pulling him away. He smiled at you with his blue eyes filled with tears and reached to grab your hand but Ada didn’t let him do it. “Let's give Y/N some space, alright?”
You had been holding your breath without realising it. As soon as they left you alone you let out the air, feeling your lungs deflate. Throughout the house you could hear children screaming while playing, unaware of the sadness that filled the air. They were your nephews and nieces. Mostly John’s kids. You wondered if he was a good father now. When you were ten years old he used to make you watch horror movies such as The Exorcist or It, and then he laughed when you cried terrified at night.
The lump in your throat became more noticeable, you needed to get out of there.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn and Isaiah talking quietly to Michael and a blonde girl you didn't know. Avoiding crossing glances with them, you headed to the kitchen looking for the door that led to the backyard. If you did, you would have to stop and talk to them, exactly what you didn't want to do at that moment.
You weren’t expecting to see Polly’s coffin in one of the rooms so you turned your face away when you walked by its door, almost running until you reached the knob of the door that led to the backyard and turned it, opening the door and stepping outside. The chill wind helped to cool down your feverish cheeks.
After closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed, trying to calm yourself down.
I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, you thought, placing a hand over your heart. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you, Aunt Polly, for not taking time to tell you how much I loved you. I was angry with all of you. I'm sorry, I promise to think of you and to not forget your name. Polly. Elizabeth Gray.
Letting out a choked sob, you opened your eyes. You didn't know if Polly was able to hear you, wherever she was now, but you sincerely hoped that your message would reach her somehow.
Someone clearing their throat made you jump. To your right, leaning against the wall just like you was Tommy, taking long drags on a cigarette, as if his intention was to suck the life out of it. "Damn Tommy, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" you yelled at him, brushing your hair out of your face and furiously wiping away your tears.
He shrugged and let out a puff of smoke. “Same as you.”
His voice was deep and hoarse, like if he had been crying. He used to be really close to Polly and now that you thought about it, it made sense. Just like Arthur, his appearance surprised you.
In your memories Tommy was a young man with his freckles and blue eyes, the dark hair slightly curled at the ends when he let it grow and an encouraging smile that he only reserved for you and your siblings. That was the brother who taught you how to ride a bike and how to swim in the canal, how to take care of horses during the summer breaks and the one who used to tell you stories with funny voices whenever you couldn’t sleep at night.
There was almost nothing of that brother in the man in front of you. Tommy was old. It had been around seven years since you moved away to go to university but time had hit him hard. He was in his forties now and his hair was turning grey in some parts, the wrinkles much more noticeable as well as the deep dark circles under his eyes.
He threw the remainder of the cigarette on the floor and looked at you thoroughly, as if he were analysing you from head to toe. A mix of emotions crossed his face but you weren’t sure to be interpreting them correctly, such as a slight panic, a bit of sadness and finally something similar to approval.
“You look good,” he stated, “how is school? Everything alright?”
Your eyes filled with tears once more but this time you didn't hold them back. All the rage that had been growing inside of you since Lizzie called you a few hours earlier came out freely. “I’m not in school anymore Tommy, I’m a PhD student and I’m writing my fucking thesis so don’t talk to me as if I were a stupid child.”
He seemed taken aback by your sudden anger. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like that” he apologised before clearing his throat, raising an eyebrow, “but if you haven’t noticed, you’ll always be a kid to me.”
Tommy didn’t let you say anything back, continuing with his speech. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at some point far away in the distance.
“When you were born I was the first to hold you in my arms. You were so tiny, I could carry your little body with both my hands. Finn started gaining weight so damn fast but you didn’t and we thought you’d never make it” he pursed his lips as you listened in silence, although you had heard him telling you this story many times when you were younger. “Every hour we had to feed you a bottle of formula and it was no bigger than my finger” he pointed his index finger in front of you as a measurement. “It seemed like a toy. But it worked, just look at you now.”
He turned to you and wiped your tears with his callous hands.
"Tommy, why didn't you tell me Polly was so sick?" you asked quietly, grabbing his wrists.
"You knew she was sick."
"Yes, but not enough to..." To die, you wanted to say, but the words got caught at your throat.
Your brother sighed and when he looked at you again, he seemed more tired than ever.
"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. You have your life far from here, you yourself wanted it that way. Your priority is your studies, let me finish," he said, pointing a finger at you authoritatively. "What happened to Poll was so sudden, none of us expected this to happen and it has been a hard blow for everyone."
“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” you muttered.
Tommy held you against his body, hugging you tightly. “Me neither.”
You looked up at him, scrutinising his face. The rim of his eyes was red and his bottom lip trembled a little despite his attempt to hide it. He seemed somehow fragile.
“Oh, Tommy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and letting him bury his face on your shoulder. You felt the wetness of his tears as you caressed the back of his head. “Next time something like this happens, let me know. Call me and I’ll come. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m part of this family too and I can help. You don’t have to go through stuff on your own. Alright?”
As he nodded slightly with his face still pressed against your shoulder you felt the sudden realisation that you had been mistaken most of your life. All you wanted to do was run away from your family in order to be happier, thinking that they wouldn’t need you after living through your whole childhood feeling like a burden, like someone whom they had to take care of.
For years you had hated them because it seemed that they enjoyed being miserable day and night, continuously fighting with each other… you never stopped to think about the reasons behind all those arguments or their actions. But you were older now and life had taught you that we are all humans and we all make mistakes.
Now everything was different. For once you were the strong one, able to stand by their side to support them. This bunch of sad and broken people were your family and they needed you just as much as you needed them.
Sometimes it was better to put some distance in order to see things from a different perspective, to heal, you realised as you held the shadow of the man who used to be like a hero to you during your childhood. At the end of the day you would always come back to the place where you belonged. The only thing you regretted was not figuring it out sooner.
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Hey! If you are still taking requests, could you please write what it would be like for Tommy (or darkTom) to date a university student? Do you think he would be against it? Thank you anyway just for reading this
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Hello! I'm sorry I left this on my askbox for ages, I was waiting for my brain to go back to dark!Tommy mode hehe
Tommy's feelings towards his sweetheart attending university depends on when you met. If his business isn't as big as he strives it to be, he can't provide protection and that messes with his mind.
Logically, he knows the probability of you being attacked is low, but there's always a bad weight on his chest, a little voice reminding him that if anything happens, it'll be his fault. Therefore, the less powerful, the less supportive he is.
At the same time, he can't push himself into demanding you quit, he's fucked up and twisted but he does love you, how can he be anything other than proud when you're the first woman in the family to attend university?
Please pour everything you learn into this man, depending on what your course is he won't understand half of what you're saying (nor be actually interested), but he's proud of how smart his doll is.
Even if you're struggling with a subject, he thinks you're a genius, the one at fault is obviously the teacher who can't teach shit.
At first, he'll hire private tutors for you and if it still doesn't work, you won't actually know because your grades will start to go up. Pray for the teacher with suspicious men outside his door.
Tommy will pop a champagne at the end of every semester you finished with excellence, massage your temples when your head hurts from thinking/reading/studying too much, constantly remind you if you want to quit he'll be there and applaud on his feet at your graduation.
Nonetheless, he does hope you know that you're not working in the area you're studying or working at all… Is it that bad he wants you all to himself after you graduate?
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