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Thomas Shelby X Son! Male Reader

Part One | Part Two

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You children asked for a second part so here you go! I hope you enjoy it because I really tried to make it good, I guess??

Summary: Reader has been living in London for two years now, so what happens when he bumps into his father, Thomas Shelby, while he is working for one of the most dangerous men?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, AlfiexReader, Thomas still being an ass, gangster reader, Langauge.

“Just do what I say and get out of my fucking sight, god you all act like children! Who can’t do a fucking thing!”

“Now, now, darling. Take it easy on the boys their still new, don’t want to frighten them in there first day.” Said Alfie who sat behind his desk, reading through some documents and wearing his glasses.

It’s been three years since y/n had moved out of the Shelby family and into London. He remembers the night he was looking for a job only to bump into Alfie Solomon’s. The only thing is that he never knew that Alfie was a gangster as well, he simply acted like a normal man and showed no signs of being dangerous.

Y/n was cautious at first, feel unsafe for awhile but once he got to know Alfie a bit more he trusted him. The two got along very well, a little too well to the point where they would end up in each other’s beds.

The two weren’t exaclty together, they only slept with each other when they were stressed out or angry about a situation that had occurred during work or when a delivery went wrong and they had lost a lot of money for it which would cause them to lose there minds.

He’s been working with Alfie for such a longtime that he’s beginning to pick up a habit. He’s been yelling a lot to his new workers who are slow learners and have a hard time trying to keep up, it only frustrated y/n but Alfie is able to keep him from lashing out.

“Alfie they’ve been here for two weeks now, they should know how we work around here.” He grumbled out in anger as he sits on the chair that was across from the desk. Burying his face in his hands as he groans deeply.

“You’ve been giving yourself trouble, mate.” Alfie removes his glasses and sets them down. “Get some rest y/n, take a day off.”

“I am not resting until I know that our delivery has arrived on schedule.” He muffles out as he removed his hands from his face. Alfie was the man of alcohol and knew his ways to sell them while y/n used his free time to get connections on people for transporting goods.

Y/n was good with words while Alfie was good with business. The two worked together very well and are able to sell enough of there own product without causing any trouble or starting any wars with anyone else they knew.

“Since you won’t be resting then I think you should help me with this next customer or ours.” Said Alfie as he tosses the letters into his drawer, removing his glasses and looking up to stare at y/n who stood apposite of him. “Who?’ He suddenly asks, raising a brow in curiosity as too wondering on who this ‘special’ customer is. “Just someone who can help us with business so you’ll be there to listen and be a witness.”

“What about Ollie? He’s your assiasnte and probably the best one, he can stay here and be a witness.”

“Ollie will be here in case anything starts up but you will be making sure that the deal goes through with no problem.” Said Alfie.

Y/n could only roll his eyes, he hates being here during Alfies business. He always has to listen to the customer complain about their shipping and about what they sell and sometimes he just wants to smash their little heads against the desk for being so annoying. “Fine, ill help but if this customer gets annoying then I won’t hesitate to smash there head against this desk.” He warns him, walking over to grab his booklet that contained every information about the customers and about their deals and contracts.

“Great! Ollie, bring him in!” Alfie waves his hand towards Ollie who simply nods and heads out the double doors to get him. Y/n looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, grabbing some pens and more paper as he prepares himself. Once he has everything he doubles checks to make sure that he has enough paper to write down any notes that need to be written down.

“Mr. Shelby! Good to see you again.”

Y/n’s whole body froze in place once he hears that name. No, it can’t be, please not him out of all the people! “Sit, my partner here will be sitting with us and making sure that everything we talk about is written down.” He hears Alfie say, hearing the sound of chairs being pulled out and Mr. Shelby taking a seat. Y/n lets out a deep breath, gripping the booklet close as he straightened himself out.

He slowly turns around and gives Thomas a glance, his father was sitting in the same room as him.

“Thomas this is—“

“Y/n.” Thomas breaths out, eyeing his own son as he tries to read him but of course y/n wasn’t the same y/n that Thomas once knew. He was different, he changed throughout the years. “Mr. Shelby.” Y/n’s says back with a small frown on his face as he walks around the desk and pulls out a chair for hismelf, sitting next to Alfie as he opens the book and ignores his fathers stare. “Alright then, as we can see both Mr. Shelby and Mr. Solomons are here to today to form a contract between both business. Mr Solomons here owns a factory where he brews his own alcohol which would result a large percentage of the company while Mr. Shelby does horse raising and weapons as business. In order to work together Mr. Shelby would have to give us fifty percent of the company—“

“Twenty-five.”

Y/n looks up from his writing and raised a brow. “I’m sorry?”

“Twnety-five.” Thomas repeats himself as the two make eye contact.

Y/n gives him a small glare and sighs through his nose. “Mr. Shelby, if you want our help then you’ll have to negotiate.”

The room is silent as the two stare each other down. Alfie is able to break the silence by clearing his throat, “Listen mate, we said fucking fifty and if you don’t agree then I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head.” Y/n’s lips form a small smirk as he listens to Alfie, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms and raises a brow, “So, what’s it going to be Mr. Shelby? The fifty percent or the bullet?” Said y/n with an amused tone in his voice.

Thomas glanced over to Y/n before turning back to look at Alfie. “I’ll give you the fifty percent—“ Y/n smiles in victory as he sits up and grabs his pen again. “But your coppers will work for me.” He stops himself from writing anything down and scoffs. “Really?! You think you can take our own little army? Please, the coppers stay because the only thing you’ll be getting is alcohol shipped around the country with our name on it while half of the pay goes to you!” He exclaims, slamming his hands on the desk.

“Y/n, calm down.” He hears Alfie tell him which only angered him even more. “Alfie I warned you, the next time someone walked through those damn doors who I find very annoying would receive a slam on the face!” He slams his book shut and leaves the room, slamming the doors behind him as he walks to the back of the bakery where he could blow off some steam.

He glared at everyone that got in his way, shouting at them to get back to work as he makes his way to the back where fewer people were working and possibly filled with people that he actually liked. “Tough day Mr. Fox?” Y/n turns to his left to see one of the younger employees giving him a small smile and holding up a cup full of whiskey for him.

Y/n’s body relaxes and takes the drink from the young boy, “Like always.” He mumbles out and takes sip of the drink. “I heard the shouting, probably the loudest one anyone has heard from you.” He teases out, causing y/n to laugh a little as he shakes his head. Y/n has always had a soft spot for the kid, he was the only young one here and was desperate for work. He had a sick mother and two sisters to take care of, at first Alfie wasn’t very kind until y/n had to step in to convince Alfie to hire the boy and that he would be an excellent worker here. So, Alfie ends up agreeing once Y/n convinces him, since that day he’s been keeping a close eye on the kid.

The damn kid worked harder than anyone else in this factory, staying up hours as he brewed and making sure that everything come out well before showing Alfie his progress.,The kid was able to impress Alfie in less than a couple of days.

“You should give yourself a break, you’ve been working none stop.” He tells him as he watches the kid mop out the mess that he had made, shaking his head he hears him chuckle. “If I give myself a break then I’m losing hours,” he says. “My mothers blood cells aren’t going to take a break from rapidly growing and my sisters won’t stop eating.” He grips the mop in his hand and looks down shyly. “I need to keep working.”

Y/n gives him a small weak smile. “I understand.” He holds the empty cup in his hand and sets it down on one of the tables. “It wouldn’t hurt to give yourself a break, kid. You’ll need one eventually.” He reminds him, patting his shoulder as the kid nods in understandment.

“Y/n.”

He flinched from the sudden voice, removing his hand from the kids shoulder he straightens up to see Thomas standing by the entrance of the back part of the factory. “Uh—“

“Go see if you can find somthing to do in the front.” He suddenly says as he watches the kid nod, leaving the area in a hurry as he passes by Thomas.

Y/n crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “What do you want?”

Thomas turns to look at his son, he can’t help but take him in. The last time he saw him was the night he was leaving to London, he still remembers that night clearly and he’ll never forget it. Thomas has actually tried to send out hsi own men to keep a close eye on y/n but once he stepped foot into London he disappeared forever. He never of him ever again and he’s tired to find ways to see him again but nothing would show up in the records.

“You’ve grown.”

“Your still old.” Y/n shot back.

Thomas chuckles to himself which surpises y/n since he’s never heard his own father laugh before. “What are you doing here?”

“I can ask you the same thing, why are you working for Solomons?”

Y/n shakes his head. “You heard what Alfie said, we’re partners we work together.”

“For how long?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Y/n.” Thomas’s voice goes stern, he wanted answers and he was going to get them wether y/n liked it or not. He watches y/n’s face shift as he glares at him. “Three years.” He whispers out.

Thomas looks away, has it really been three years? He’s been working with Solomons for three years and he never noticed, this whole time he was working for Alfie and he never knew. Maybe he was a horrible father, he never noticed y/n as a kid that he didn’t notice him working here. It wasn’t the first time that he’s stopped by too speaks to alife, maybe he was too caught up in the business talk that he never thought about Alfies people and how y/n was working amongst them.

“How much longer will you be staying in London?”

Y/n’s brows rose in surpise as he laughs. “DO you really think ill be coming back? You’re kidding right?” He continues to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thomas, I’m never returning to Birmingham and I will never step foot into the fucking town again.” He growls out this time in anger. Did his father really expect him to return, after everything he’s been through? He’s really trying to bring him back.

“Finn misses you.”

“You think that’ll convince me to come back?”

Thomas slowly shakes his head. “No.” He sighs deeply and reaches inside his coat pocket, taking out a cigar and placing it between his lips, lighting it up as he takes in a large inhale of the smoke. Y/n can only stare in disgust, he wasn’t one for smoking and besides it reminded him too much of his father. “The others don’t need me Thomas, I’ve been through enough hell just being under the same roof as you. So, go back to your family and tell them that Y/n Shelby died and will never be coming back.” With that he heads towards the exit, heading back to the main room.

“I’m getting married.”

Y/n froze, his back facing Thomas.

“I want you to be there, I want you to meet Grace and your brother.”

Y/n glanced over his shoulder to give Thomas a deadly look. “I have no brother and I hope your wedding goes well but my answer is no, I won’t be attending it beaucse your son is dead. I hope you can fix your mistakes and give this boy of yours a childhood that he deserves...” he sighs and turns back to look ahead. “Think about what your doing Thomas, are you really ready to become a father or are you only doing this to show your people how ‘good’ of a man you really are?” He doesn’t give Thomas a second glance as he continues forward, heading towards Alfies office to grab his things and to continue on with his own life, pretending that the Shelby family never existed to him and that he’s just a simple man who works for another powerful man that actually understands him.

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tenthcrowley · 3 hours

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OH MY GOD???? I NEED A SECOND PSRT??? IM CRYINF 😭😭😭😭

Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader is all alone and can’t say goodbye

Warnings: Pure angst and character death

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He was staring at the clouds, lying on the dry grass as he watches the sky grow dark. His hand was pressed up against his side, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been lying here, has it been 10 minutes? Maybe an hour? Does anyone know he’s here? Does Thomas know?

He can’t help but think about the doubts. He’s in the middle of the woods, far away from the nearest town. No one knows where he is and he’s all—

Alone.

Groaning, he tries to sit up but that only worsens the pain. Causing the blood to flow faster as he whimpers in pain and falls back onto his back, he tries to apply more pressure but with the amount of blood that he’s lost is making him weak and soon his stength will be gone.

“Dammit.”

He was suppose to be coming back home to the Shelby family. He’s been out for a few weeks with his own family, spending some holiday time with them before his return. He had sent a letter to Thomas about him arriving a few days earlier, wanting to see the Shelby family again since they had accepted him into their family with open arms.

He was suppose to arrive today but instead here he is. Lying in the middle of a field, covered in his own blood. Not too long again he was riding his mother’s horse back to the stables only to be shot off.

He knows that the Shelby family has a lot of enemy’s and he tries his best not to get involved but somehow he still got into the families issues. Being apart of the Shelby family means that you are one of them, meaning that you too will have a lot of enemy’s.

He had no idea who had shot him but he does remember the shouting of men as they laughed at their work before leaving him to die.

He stays lying down as he watches the sky grow dark, it’s getting late. He’s suppose to be back home.

Blinking slowly he feels the tears gathering up, biting his lip he tries hard not to let them fall but in the end he lets it happen.

As he lets himself cry in pain, he tries his best to move one more time. Clutching his side he turns onto his side and tries to moves his legs, using all of his stength he moves hismelf onto his knees and tries to crawl to the nearest tree, pain shot up his side as he screams in pain and falls forward, using his free hand to try and keep hismelf steady.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

“Yes you can, now stop your whining and get back up.”

Y/n glares at thomas. “Tommy I’ve told you before, I’m not shooting a gun and never will I need to use one.” He grumbled and stands up from the ground, dusting his pants and sighing deeply. He was tired and hungry. He just wanted to go home.

“Even if you don’t use one you still need to learn how to shoot.” Thomas approaches him and takes the gun from him. “Keep your arms straight or else you’ll hurt yourself again.” He reminds the other.

Y/n rolls his eyes. “I did have them straight—“

“They were bent.” Thomas shot back, licking his lips he sighs. “I just want you to be safe, I can’t risking losing anymore loved ones.” He hands the gun back to y/n who gently takes it back.

“I can’t lose you.”

Finally reaching higher ground he forces himself to sit up against the tree. Leaning his head back as he lets out a pained moan, slowly he looks down at his wound and removes his hand only to see his own flesh and blood. Biting his lip he moves his hand back in place, hissing once his hand makes contact with the sensitive wound.

He lets out small puffs of air as he stares at the dark sky, it had grown dark after only a few minutes. He was out doing business in the evening so he isn’t surprised to see hismelf in the middle of nowhere during dark hours.

He slowly feels himself growing weak, his eyes slowly dropping as he tries to keep hismelf alive for a little bit longer. Sniffling he looks up at the stars and tries to keep hismelf distracted from the pain.

He looks at the stars and a small smile forms on his lips. “It’s a lion—“

“—look I see a lion.” He points up, guiding Thomas as he draws out the creature for him. The two were sitting on the roof top of the betting shop. It was a Sunday and both Thomas and y/n use this day to do anything together, they promised each other to use this day to do anything they wanted and today they decided to do a little star gazing.

“I don’t see it.”

“Maybe you need your glasses.”

Thomas chuckles with a shake of his head, “I can see the stars perfectly fine, it’s the lion I can’t see. I’m not someone who is interested with the stars.” Y/n laughs, “neither am I but at least I know a thing or two.” He nudges him softly before turning back to look at the stars.

The two are silent before it is broken. “Shooting stars, you’ve told me about them before.” Said Thomas. “Said how they granted wishes?” Y/n grins with a nod, “Mhm! I mean, it’s not really true it’s just a small thing that people made up in order to gain more attention towards the stars and planets.” He gives off an awkward laugh. “I know.” Thomas leans back against the brick wall as he stares at the twinkling lights.

“Ever wishes they were real?”

Y/n’s eyes widen in surprise before they soften. Curling up closer to Thomas he nods. “Yes, probably sounds stupid but yes.”

Thomas turns to face him. “What would you wish for?”

Y/n laughs. “What would I wish for? I don’t know, don’t really have anything in mind.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He repeats back.

Thomas sighs deeply, staring at the stars as he softly speaks up. “If I could make a wish it would be for you to stay by my side, until the very end.” Y/n blushes and averts his gaze from Thomas. The two have been seeing each other secrelty, not wanting the public to know about them since no one speaks kindly to people who date the same sex and the consequences could hurt the two.

Y/n listens to Tommy’s words taking them in. Since he told him his wish then maybe it would be fair if he told him his.

“I wish—“

“—I could say goodbye.”

He lets out a choked sob, blinking away the tears as he tries to adjust his sitting position. He stares down at his wound and with a faint smile he removes his hand, chuckling to himself as he stares away into the night.

“How long will you be gone for and is it safe there?”

“Thomas, I’ve told you before; the town my parents live in is safe and no one will know who I am.” He reassures Thomas as he carries his things towards the car, setting them in the back seat as Thomas followed him around like a lost puppy.

“It’s been getting dangerous latelty and I Just want you to be safe.” He says again. “And I will be safe. I’m only gone for three weeks and before you know it I’ll be back home with you.” He leans forward to kiss his cheek and then his lips.

Thomas doesn’t kiss back, too worried about everything but y/n doesn’t mind since he already knows how Thomas acts towards situations like this. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Promise?”

He gives Thomas a smile and nods. “Promise.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers out. “I’m sorry Thomas, but this is a promise I won’t be able to keep.” He adds and gives the stars one last look before he takes his last breath.

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Shelby Household Manor

Pairing: Thomas Shelby/Male Reader

Trigger Warning: Intent of Kidnappin, Someone gets shot, Charlis is an Angel, Tommy is still Soft.

Author Notes: The begining scene is the reason why i even started writing part two, but after i finish it, i didn’t feel like ending the whole story with such a bloody end and a bad punch line, so instead i made a bonus chapther for this story that seemed to grow by its own. @sallyjacksontheweirdauthor you said, you would like to read more about the Shelby House.

Part One

Part Two

Read on AO3

Bonus

The Master

—5—

There was blood on the carpet.

There was. So. Much. Blood.

Everywhere. Everywhere he looked, he could see the vicious, sticky colour blooming around the house, the walls; there was a trail of crimson red following his steps combined with shattered glass in a path of destruction, the servant soundlessly walked, relentless, non-stopping and with only one goal in mind until he stood cold in the middle of the empty office, half seated on top of the desk while embracing a silent Charlie who refused to let him go as his tiny fists had an iron grip on his clothes.

He has never seen hell but after a night like the one they just had, the young boy had an idea, a though that maybe this was what hell looked like. Aching limbs, dry throat and broken lips, torn muscles for the continue used and a rising mind with no time for a break, for fresh air and calmness. The servant boy had only one goal in mind and with all his might he would achieved it.

The boy was able to hear the voices approaching. Loud and clear they came as the doors opened up letting through a couple of people he didn’t know, although, by the likes of it seemed as the newcomers were part of the Peaky Blinders, if he had to judge their appearances.

A double pair of eyes set on the shivering boy and started to scream at him once they recognized the quiet shape of Charlie resting in his arms.

“We found him!” One of the boys shouted at whoever was standing by the hall. However, no sense of security it came from the view, he didn’t recognize any of the faces coming toward him. “Boy—” it was cleared by now that those men didn’t knew him either and so did not trust him with having Charlie in his grasp. “You betta give me the child.” Their words were thick with hatred that the boy was not used to hear, no less in his place of work such as the Shelby Household Manor where he got accustomed to listen to Charlie’s laugh at any time of the day.

The boy was about to move when a still frighten Charlie hugged him harder and so in his need to comfort the child, the servant retracted shielding the youngest Shelby from the strangers.

“Listen ‘ere you motherfuck’r…” the Peaky boys started to close onto the servant, trapping him into the desk and by doing so sending Charlie into a frenzy of whips that sent shivers down their spines. The mere thought of their boss finding his son crying was absolute not pleasing even when the man was no way around. “Give me the child.” The tread was made and gun soon followed.

Something broke within him. Who could aim to a baby?

The servant hugged Charlie hiding the child’s face to his neck and yelled.

“Stay away from me!” The adrenaline flooding through his body was burning and busting, his sense of fight or flight was back even when his brain told him it was safe to stay with the Peaky Blinders. They were looking for Charlie after all, they would bring Charlie to his father, the servant knew that, the servant wanted to believe that; but it was, in fact, that belief that led them all to that faithful night of horrors. Someone had passed off as a Peaky boy and tried to Charlie away while his father was gone.

So, no. The young boy could not trust those man. He would not trust those man. He would fight with nails and teeth to protect Charlie until mister Shelby came for the boy.

“LISTEN YOU LIL BITCH—” The obvious threat was forgotten as the servant shot the gun he had in his trembling hand at the unknown gang member. The noise itself was enough to stir something dark and scary. He failed, the young boy was by no means good with guns, he didn’t even have a good aim when playing ball with Charles, but his message was known. If any of them came close to Charlie, they would get a bullet. The Peaky boys were not expecting such a harsh reaction, it was only a scrawny boy, bit tall for his age, with marks and bruises all over his face and disheveled clothes. What harm could the lonely boy do?

Now, they knew.

Nobody moved and Charlie had time to calm down when Arthur came in bursting into the door, his voice loud and clear with orders.

“What the fuck in going on here?” He had heard the gunshot and ran as fast as he could, fearing the worst, when a sheer of light crossed his features. Arthur recognized the darken face that was staring at him in fear and horror. Arthur knew that boy, he knew this servant.

Arthur said his name with a sweet gentleness unknown to others and ordered for the rest of the boys to lower their guns in a silent gesture.

“C’mon now, boy. You know me.” The servant was still tilting the gun at the newcomers before realizing who was talking to him. It was one of the Shelby brothers. It was one of his master’s brothers, the servant knew he could trust this man with his life such as Mister Shelby did.

“Arthur, sir.” The hint of formality even after such a hectic night and moments made Arthur laugh against his best judgement.

“Yes, boy. It’s me.” Arthur smiled looking at the servant boy while relaxing his shoulders. “Good ol’ Arthur.” The young one wanted to smile in return when Charlie turned in his arms and called for his father.

“Sir—” His frighten demeanor and worry was obvious even for the usual clueless Arthur. “Mister Shelby…” The boy didn’t need to finish his request when the oldest Shelby let him know that Tommy was on his way.

It’s alright, Charlie. It’s alright, baby. You’re ok now. You’re all good. He had said to the crying boy as he ran for their lives escaping whoever was after them. The young servant was out doing his usual runs around the manor, locking doors and checking windows when he found an open window thanks to the waving curtains that moved by the tune of the summer wind. Closing it, double checking and turning off the lights, he left and while he was about to go upstairs, he spotted an obscure figure holding a struggling Charlie. Charlie was meant to be put to sleep long hours ago, and Anna had bed him good night respectfully, so that raised a bunch of questions, starting with: Where was Anna?

Anna rested lifeless by a man’s feet.

He had run to Charlie with unknown force to himself, pure panic flood through him while imagining the worst, Charlie called for him and he knew then he wouldn’t trust that man.

Now, still standing in Mr. Shelby’s office with a nervous Arthur trying to calm him down and putting the rest of the boys to a hold while waiting for Tom.

“Tommy’s coming, Charlie.” Arthur reassured his nephew and he could see how the boy calmed after hearing about his father. Soon, shouts were heard. The distinguished voice of one and only Thomas Shelby was hard to miss, the man cried for his baby boy bearing his gun at anyone who dare to cross path with him.

“You hear that, Charlie?” The young one spoke with a tired, raspy voice catching the baby’s attention. “That’s daddy. Daddy’s coming to get you.”

The have both hid in one of the rooms. The servant fought the intruder with a fearless conviction, his need to save the youngest of the family was deep in his bones surpassing his non-existent skills or his lack of knowledge. With angry fists and sharp nails, he hit the man and scratch his face, kicked him between the legs just how mister Shelby had taught him once as he begged for Charlie to go, to hide away but the stubborn boy stood close by crying for him until the kidnapper seemed unconscious enough so they could leave together.

Charlie had whimpered against his clothes and when he went to hug the boy, he realized he was covered in blood. Not his blood, but still. Anna’s blood. The man had shot her after she had tried to elude him and by doing so saving Charlie from getting hurt, dropping him to the floor. The servant took his vest off staying in his shirt only and cleaned Charlie’s face from all trail of heaviness.

“I want daddy.” Charlie had said to him before they tried and looked for a way out. The servant could hear voices looking for them, it seemed someone had planned to attack the house while the head of the family was out doing business for the night. Tommy had left with a short smile and a warm touch Charlie still remembered, his father had promised to spent time with him on the weekend after a long week of work and he was looking forward to it. Charlie had been practicing his violin lessons by playing in front of the servants and other people in the house.

They all compliment him and Charlie only hoped his father would also like it. He had practiced hard all week until the tip of his fingers hurt.

The boy looked at the Shelby child and promised him, they would see his father. He would do everything in his power and would not stop until Charlie was with his father again.

“Don’t worry, Charlie. Daddy’s gonna come for you. Daddy will always come for you.” Little did the boy know, Tommy would search for them both in an equal fiercely need. “You’ll see daddy soon.”

Also, the young one didn’t know how close they would be to find the head of the family.

After hiding in mister Shelby’s office, the boy took the gun he knew Thomas kept in his desk and waited. The voices were long gone as guns were fired, screams and sheers of pain were heard, and an eerie calmness took over. A stillness proper of disaster was approaching and somehow he feared the worst, but what they got were waves of another Peaky Blinders lookalike right before Arthur showed up.

Arthur kept to himself imitating a guardian dog as the young servant whispered to Charlie in anticipation to meeting his father once again, the child held the comforting body of the servant before shrugging at the sound of the door bursting one more time.

Mister Shelby was a mess, to say the least, long forgotten was his pristine suit. The jacket was lost and even when his shirt was still bottom up, it was all wrinkled, the shoulder holster was visible, the shiny straps wide in the open and while his gun was still warm in his hand, the young one couldn’t help but shield Charlie’s view to the bath of blood that was his father, even for a little. Tommy was covered in blood. Both his shoulders were splashed as well as his chest. But what shocked him was mister Shelby’s face.

Thomas’ high cheeks were covered almost completely, barely any spots were left untouched; his forehead had a big stain right in the middle with moving lines that painted him as he walked and moved, the young one didn’t even fathom to imagine how mister Shelby could have gotten blood in his ears and so his lips. His piercing steel blue eyes and his red right hand supporting his warm gun was truly a sight to behold. His expression was wild and non-centered, Thomas was loosing his mind at the thought of loosing his baby boy, the only truthful memory and gift from his long lost wife. So, of course, he had butchered every single one of the people behind that disastrous plan and sent Arthur back to the manor after a tortured man told the true and how the original idea was to take Charlie from his bed that night. Only they hadn’t count with a feisty little thing who fought for Charlie with his life.

Seeing Charlie after being lost in sorrows for so long was like a waterfall of happiness had bath him in peace. His baby boy seemed held together and in one piece, sheltered between protective arms that refuse to leave him alone even after Tom was in the room.

Thomas stood near the door, he could see and hear how the fearful boy whispered to his baby trying to calm him and easily managed to do so. Charlie trusted the boy holding him and so Tommy’s heart was set. Mister Shelby gave Arthur his gun and walked pass him reaching for his son, only to be shock by a sense of cold surprise as the servant dodge him in terror. Tommy felt denied, he felt rejected and almost screamed in need to hold his son and take it away from any harm but soon understood that his baby was in no danger as Charlie melted in the boy’s embrace.

The young one kept whispering slowly not really realizing mister Shelby was in the room, his brain was high-wired in horror, and the only reason he was still in place was because he knew Arthur was close by and the man wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Tommy cleaned his hands and half kneeled trying to relax, showing the boy he had nothing to be scared for; tilting his head to a side, Tommy called the boy by his name like so little times he had done in the past.

The ring of his name awaken him from his lethargic stupor and in his eyes was clear the surprise to be so close to his master. The servant boy straightened his back and met his master eyes with a pinch of uneasiness, as if fearing he had failed mister Shelby and so, the man would be mad in any way. Thou, he had. He had failed to keep the house safe even with the non-spoken protection of the Peaky Blinders, enemies had managed to enter the house and were almost successful in taking Charlie away from them, away from his family. He had failed Tommy and Charlie almost suffered from it. The boy was about to cry.

Tommy could see the boy’s distress even for moments he thought it was caused by something else. His house was a disaster, chaos and violence was a path he knew very well but had worked so damn hard to keep his son apart form and even the ones that lived with him at the manor. Now, he could see he had been sloppy, Tommy thought by now people would not try and threaten his family, his family name had a price, a status, a terrifying power that only fools would try to break; and there were fools who had tried, he could see it now. Having a couple of Peaky Blinders posting as guards hadn’t been enough for the night and his family had suffered the price for his lack of meticulousness, but no more. He was home now and he would make it all alright.

“Little one…” He called one more time and finally had a reaction from the boy. Tommy could see the boy trembling harder than leaves in winter and with each passing second where he detailed the younger’s appearance, he could see trails of anger, violence and hatred all over his body. His boy lacked his usual clothes and noticed Charlie was missing clothes also, his boy’s hands that still grasped onto Charlie with almost paternal feistiness were splotched with blood being washed away from past struggles. His hair was all over the place but it served a purposed to show him how much his servant had been rough out. His boy had a black eye, cuts all over his face and a nurturing bruise on one of his cheeks, blossoming marks around his neck with a split lip that had stopped bleeding a while back and it only made Tommy ached. Ached for not being there and staying to protect what mattered to him, to keep and safe from harm everything that was important to him. Tommy moved narrowly so after the boy shifted to show his body and his son.

“Mister Shelby…” His voice was low and raspy, missing every little tint of happiness Tommy learnt to love with time. Charlie jumped from his arms to his father with need and shame, the baby started crying; Charlie had been so brave, stood still in silence and seemly unfazed waited for the moment he was reunited with Tom. “They killed her, sir.” The boy mentioned Anna with hollow eyes and Thomas remembered the cold body laying by the stairs lamenting his boys had to be witness of something like that; they had to take care of her family and give a proper burrier. The younger one felt finally at ease and about to give the man a smile he was when his legs failed him after all and almost fell back.

Tommy reached out for him and the boy calmed his nerves by smiling openly with an unknown warmth. That’s it until his senses fully recovered and the realization of his actions hit him harder than a brick. He had shot one of the Peaky Blinders, he had almost killed someone and doesn’t even want to start asking what was about the man he left unconscious in the living room, but yes, he had fired a gun and there was a mark on the floor.

“Mister Shelby,” the concern was clear as air. There was a gunshot on the floor. And so much blood everywhere. “I’m sorry…” Tommy arched an eyebrow unsure of what would leave his servant’s lips. “There’s blood on the carpets.”

The head of the Shelby family laughed wholeheartedly after so long.

“Sweetheart, you just save my son. I don’t care about the bloody carpets.”

—6—

Tommy played dead. Charlie was resting in his arms as the boy refused to leave his father sight and protective embrace, so the father didn’t want to disrupt his baby’s sleep even when his own mind was thinking, planning and webbing; Charlie curled into his chest and in a mere thought Tommy held him by placing a careful hand on top of his head.

“Daddy,” Charlie still spoke in whispers and low murmurs as in fearing he would be heard and someone would finally come to get him away from home.

“Yes, love?” Tommy kissed his son’s forehead and started at him, letting him know he had his whole attention.

“Can we go?” Where? Tommy wanted to ask but with one look at his son, he knew where the boy longed to be at those moments, even after that long day and tiresome hours, even resting assure in his father’s arms, Charlie still worried for the young boy who kept him safe all this time.

The knock on his door startled him making the boy jump only remaining calm when the known figure of a sleepy Charlie was able to his eyes.

“Charlie? What are you—” his half question wasn’t answer when he saw Tommy going into his room following the steps of his son who had him by the hand. “Mister Shelby!” With a gesture Tommy let him stayed in his sit, half laying on the bed.

The servant didn’t have time to focus on the bizarre feeling that was having his boss in his room when Charlie asked if they could sleep with him that night. “You, what?” Tommy hid an amuse smirk and let Charlie asked for what he wanted that moment.

“Can we sleep here tonight?” The boy was so confused as to why the poor boy wanted to be with him at those hours, he had his father after all, why go for him? “I’m scared someone will take you away.” Charlie confessed after a while and the young servant felt his heart breaking; Charlie had lost so much already; he didn’t want for more people to leave his life.

“It’s alright, love. You can stay here.” Unknown to the servant was how mister Shelby called his son in private but it was a pleasant surprise for Tommy to discover, they both called Charlie the same to reassure him their love and affection. Charlie jumped to the bed and hid under the covers trapping the young one to the wall, only to reappear when he realized his father wasn’t there with him.

“Dad?” Now was the time for the young boy to look mortified while mister Shelby look his old impassive self, as if his own son inviting him to another’s bed was the normal thing to do.

“You go to sleep, Charlie.” Tommy sat near the bed and lighted a cigarette, flicking the light in front of his eyes. He stayed with his back to the wall watching as mister Shelby smoked slowly, dragging every breath and enjoying the peace and quiet. When Tom didn’t say anything else, the boy awkwardly went back to bed, joining Charlie between the sheets; with his head on the pillow, the three of them shared a moment in silent.

Charlie fell asleep short after, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with him and the Shelby boy drifted away in dreams with sweet gurgling, holding onto the servant with a hand. The young one played with Charlie’s hair until he felt the baby stopped being worried and was left to rest.

He felt himself falling asleep with the combined scent of diluted Tabaco and the passing cologne of Tommy with the dying spark of the cigar that slowly began to be extinguished, by then, Tommy sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his servant boy’s hair.

“Sleep now, little one.” Tommy began to played with his hair imitating what he had done for Charlie hours prior. “You’re safe now, so sleep.”

“Thank you, sir.” He was so grateful for his master, for showing he cared, he appreciated all of them and every person working for him, but specially those taking care of his family. “Thank you.”

Thank you for coming back for me.

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this hits harder when my aunt did the same shitty thing "if you're under my roof I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you" she screamed. obviously with the exception that my father is less fatherly than this tommy.

Hunting Happiness

Pairings- Thomas Shelby x ftm son reader, Shelby family x ftm Shelby reader

Word count- 899

Warnings- Transphobia, self-hatred, I guess self harm?? Kinda, Tommy being a good dad. That’s all I think, let me know if I missed any.

A/N- Yeah, this is becoming a series and it’s entirely self indulgent. But regardless of that, I hope you enjoy!

(I’m lazy so, [insert gif here])

Hunter grinned as he looked at himself in the mirror. The new suit has dad bought him made look, at least in his opinion, even more like a man. He ran his through his, now, short hair. Turning side on just so he could stare at how flat his chest looked. Granted, he was finding it a little difficult to breathe, be his chest was flat!

“Hunter!” His dad called. “Family meeting!” Hunter let out a strained breath before straightening his back and heading downstairs. He sat down next to Pol, his father standing in front of him.

“Right, we’re all here, so, Arthur, why’re we here?” Thomas’ eyes kept flickering between Arthur and Hunter. A leech seemed to began squirming around him Hunter’s stomach as his father’s eyes darting between he and his uncle.

“Linda says she needs to say something.”

“We need to talk about Hope,” Linda began, quickly being cut off by Thomas.

“You mean Hunter?”

“No, Tom, I mean Hope, your daughter.” Hunter felt tears gather in eyes at his aunt’s words. He wrapped his arms around his waist, holding himself together. “She can’t just change, Tom. She’s just playing dress up.”

“Linda. That’s my son you’re talking about! Would it fucking kill you to refer to him as such?!” Thomas shouted at his sister-in-law. Tommy would admit, it’s difficult to adapt, to accept, but he’d seen Hunter when he was called a girl. He never thought anything of those reactions at the time, but now that Hunter’s come out, Thomas could see it so clearly. Ever since he was a little girl, he never wanted to wear dress and he was so convinced he should be using the same public toilets at his dad.

“Tom, she’s just a girl wearing boys clothes, can’t you see that?” Linda replied. Hunter couldn’t deal with his aunt’s word anymore. He stood up, his chair crashing into the floor as he ran to his room. Sliding down against the door, he cried.

“Fuck sake, Linda!” Tommy shouted. “That’s my fucking son. Now either treat him as such or get the fuck away from this family!” Spittle flew from his mouth as Tommy screamed at her.

“You’d really disown me for calling your daughter your fucking daughter, Tom?!” Linda was angry, but there was no disguising the hurt that plagued her voice.

“No. But I will fucking disown you for calling my fucking son my daughter! You better fucking fix this attitude of yours Linda or you can get to fuck!” And with that, Tommy left the room and rushed upstairs to make sure his son was okay.

Tears ran down Hunter’s face as he looked in the mirror. Not even five minutes ago he thought he looked like a man, thought he looked like himself. But now, his face looked so feminine. Blood gushed from his hand as it smashed into the mirror, the reflective shards scattering onto the floor. He fell back on the his bed. Why couldn’t I just have been normal? He thought to himself, why do I have do be this?!

“Hunter,” Tommy murmured as he took in the scene. He could hear his family arguing downstairs, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. His boy looked so broken. He looked to the floor covered in mirror shards, some had blood decorating them. He let out a breath making his way to the bed, he sat down, placing a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “Hunter, look at me,” He spoke softly, his heart breaking as he gazed at his boy. Hesitantly, Hunter lifted his head to look at his dad.

“Why do I have to be like this, dad?” He whispered, a desperate twinge to his voice.

“C’mere.” Tommy opened his arms, embracing Hunter as he tried to think of how to comfort him. “It’s alright, my boy. Your gonna fine, doesn’t feel like it, I know, but you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure you’re okay.” Tommy promised, tears burning his own eyes as he felt sobs tearing through his son’s body.

“Linda.” Tommy could hear Arthur say from downstairs. “I love you, right, I do. But if you don’t fucking put a lid on it I’m gonna fucking walk. You better fucking fix this.” The door slammed shut. Not too long after, the light click of heels could be heard coming to Hunter’s bedroom. Linda’s eyes widened as she looked at the state the room was in, the state that Hop- Hunter was in. Tommy’s arms tightened protectively around his son. If she says one fucking thing that hurts him, I’ll fucking gut her, Tommy thought.

“Hunter,” His voice was shaky, the word feeling unfamiliar in her mouth. She took a deep breath, “I’m sorry for what I said. You’re not a girl playing dress-up, you’re a... a man... and I’m sorry for saying any different.”

“Get out,” Hunter mumbled from the confines of his dad’s shirt.

“Sorry?” Linda said.

Hunter pulled his head back slightly. “I said, get out,” He gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Hunter-“

“Get the fuck out, Linda!” He shouted. And she did. Hunter cuddled into his father. Tommy just held him as he cried. At that moment, Tommy vowed to do everything in his power to protect his boy, everything in his power to make his boy happy. He’d do anything for the boy crying his lap. Anything.

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