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Hidden Treasure (Part 1)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author's note(s): I’ve been holding this off for a while and I am so sorry for that! Anyways here’s the Tommy fic I was requested to do a while back! It’s also super long so please be patient I’m not good with details/creative writing!!

Your marriage to Tommy was a living nightmare, starting on the very first day you met, the day of your wedding. As soon as you say the words, ‘I do’ it was final. He made sure you would never be able to leave. There is no escaping the demon of Birmingham.

“Please sir...I need a place to stay—just for tonight, I promise you I’ll be on a boat first thing tomorrow, I swear on my life!” you fell to your knees, both hands clasped together in a prayer-like form. Your entire body shivered, dripping from head-to-toe from the freezing rain. Your face is dull, almost sickly-looking from the wind.

Your eyes were already brimming with fresh tears, as you look up at the older man and plead, “P-please I just want to be free of him. I just want my freedom!” At this point you’ve swallowed down any pride you've once had. You’re exhausted, absolutely spent. Your spirit couldn't be any more broken than what it already is. Alfie stood up. His height towers over yours even while slouching. In the past, you would’ve been intimidated by a gangster like him, but you’ve learned long ago that looks can be quite deceiving. He clears his throat, “Look...do you have any idea what you'll do once you're in the states?” sounding as if he had no faith in your little escape plan.

You glare back at him, “I'll do anything, I’ll work for dirt if it means I’ll be free from my damned husband,” you huff out. Alfie raises a brow, “You’re running away because of some marriage dispute?” but before he could say anything else, you’ve already beaten him to it, “It wasn’t my choice, dammit!” there's a hint of venom with each word, “My father can’t take care of himself!” your vocal cords starting to ache from the pressure, yet you still continued, “My mother is far too old to work! I had to agree to the marriage to ensure that someone would care for them, I had to wait until my sister and her husband arrived, so that they would be cared for!” you cry out. Alfie shrugs off your outburst, “You don’t think he’ll go after them? Hm? Before you even set a fucking foot on that boat,” he turns around, tending to the fireplace.

You mutter, “I’d rather drown on that boat then live the rest of my life as Mrs. Shelby...” that’s when Alfie stops poking at the wooden blocks. He turns around with a genuinely surprised expression," 'Pardon me ma’am but Mrs. fucking what?” his hand gestures to an ear as he tilts his head in. Now, he’s intrigued. He was told that you were escaping a gangster, but never told which one.

You look the man up and down, taking a cautious step back, “And just how do you know my husband?” ready to make a run for it. Alfie sits himself in a chair, he leans back, “The real question is, how do you?”

7 months ago

“What you need Tommy, is a wife, for your own good.” Polly scolds her nephew. But he only nods, still nose-deep in paperwork. It’s been like this for months. Almost two whole years of Tommy locking himself up in his office. From early morning, to late at night, he would bury himself to the neck in work. It broke her heart knowing that Charlie would wait hours for his father to return home. Only to be stood up again and again. Polly had been genuinely worried for her nephew’s well-being. Although he'd kept to himself, she could tell that Tommy was lonely. It had been years since he even laid eyes on a woman.

Not since his beloved Grace.

That same day Polly and Ada brought Charlie with them to the marketplace. It was better than being cooped at home all day with no one to play with. As soon as they'd turn their backs away from the young Shelby boy, he was nowhere to be found. Ada is the first one to notice, looking around frantically for her dear nephew, 

“Charlie?…Charlie?! CHARLIE!”

Ada swiftly turns to her aunt, “Polly! Charlie’s missing!” pure panic swarms her mind. Polly orders for their group to split up in hopes of finding him before someone else would. She shoves frantically though the busy crowd. As soon as the Shelby matriarch hears her name being called by an unfamiliar voice, she pauses for a brief moment to listen. Polly reaches into her pocket, clutching a holster, ready for the worst to happen. This voice had been calling for her specifically. She follows the sound of it. With each step the voice became louder, “Polly! Aunt Polly!” That’s when she finally spots the young boy.

A young woman holds his hand in hers. His eyes are a reddish hue from crying. Polly eyes her for a brief moment. But before she could speak the young lady beats her to it, “You must be Aunt Polly.” Her face seems familiar. Polly raises a brow, “Do I…know you?”

She shakes her head, “Not that I’m aware of, no. I saw little Charlie over here all by himself, broke my heart listening to him cry, I had to do something about it,” she lets go of his tiny hand. Charlie reaches for his great aunt. Polly pulls the young boy into her arms, now holding him tightly. A small arm wraps around her neck. His other one held a treat given by the woman.

It was the only clue Polly needed. Now she knew exactly who this mystery woman was. How could she have not known her? The entire town knew of her and her family. She’s the baker’s daughter. A sweet, lovely woman, bit shy though. Only keeps to herself when working. Soft spoken and polite to all. A nice girl, the type you’d bring home to your parents.

Speaking of which…

“Are you married?” Polly blurts out. You look up to her with wide eyes then shyly look down, “N-no..” a meek response revealed to her your innocent-like nature. She raises a brow, lips now curled, “Really? What a shame, such a beautiful young woman and no line of bachelors…or is there?” Polly decides to test the water. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh no madam, not even one,” you'd give a sheepish reply at the question told. Polly purses her lips, “Please dear, call me Aunt Polly,” she raises a gloved hand out for the younger woman to shake, giving her name with a warm smile. Most families would dread to wed their daughter off to a Shelby. Hopefully yours won't shun them away. Polly has high hopes for this one, quite proud of herself for stumbling into you.

What better place to find a decent woman than at the marketplace.

Polly wastes no time finding out where her parents lived. Her mother was an active member of quire. Now, her days were spent running the family business along with her husband and youngest daughter. She came from a wealthy family and ended up falling for the town’s baker. He's a quiet man with gentle hands, similar to that of his daughter. Together they raised two children, the eldest daughter now married.

At first glance, the father wouldn’t seem like the type to serve as an honorary militant. But nonetheless, their small family only had each other. No groups or communities to relate to. Just their own, small tribe. Perhaps they’d be willing to marry off their youngest daughter, with a little persuasion of course.

Their Bakery did make plenty of income and would benefit both of their businesses. Polly was already fond of the family. She wouldn’t let just anyone unite with theirs. Perhaps they needed a helping hand to run the shop. It would be easy business, with tremendous gain for their growing empire. Polly’s plan was coming together perfectly in her head. Now all she needed to do was play her cards right.

Hidden Treasure (Part 2)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): None.

Author's note(s): Polly finds the perfect woman for her nephew.

Today was a profitable day. You managed to sell some pastries made from scratch and made a good earning. You’re thankful for whatever money you could get out of the leftovers. There were enough to purchase some ripe berries for a tart. A happy sigh escapes your lips, it was a productive day indeed.

Life was hard, but at least you and your family had each other. You’re grateful for every moment of it. But for some reason, there was this gut feeling that told you it wouldn’t last very long. As if you'd sensed there was something that was about to happen. Something that would change your life forever.

Later that day

A bell chimes from your family's bakery door. Two men walk in, dressed from head-to-toe in tailored suits. One sporting a mustache, the other with a toothpick poking from the corner of his smirk. They part from each other to reveal a shorter woman in fancier clothing.

Your father looks up from the floor, he stops sweeping, “Good morning madame,” he nods. Her ruby lips curl into a smirk. She tilts her sunglasses down the bride of her nose and glances around, “A very good morning to you as well.” There’s a sudden pause. It’s silent for a brief moment. Your father is first to break the ice, “Is there anything I can get you with?”

“Oh no, I’ve come here solely on business, you see, I would like to purchase your bakery.” she bats her eyes. Her aura reeked of wealth, of power. Your father hums, “Sorry, no can-do ma’am, this here is all I have to my name, and I have a family to care for, I hope you can understand,”

“You don’t have to worry about that any longer, I can assure you that this deal will benefit all of us,” she grins from ear to ear. Your old man raises a brow. He leans the broom against a wall, limping his way to a seat placed at the counter, “What do you have to offer?”

It only took a few minutes to discuss scheduling an official meeting. Polly leaves the bakery now filled with glee. She’s in quite the pleasant mood. Arthur and John exchange glances with each other, questioning whether or not it had been a wise decision. But then again, they weren’t the ones who called the shots.

Soon enough, Polly arrived at Tommy’s office in a cheerful mood, slamming the office door open. Her nephew looks up from his desk then to his watch. It was almost dinner time. Which means she should’ve been with his son by now. Tommy stills his pen, “Who’s watching Charlie?”

“He’s with his uncles, as should you be, there’s an important family meeting to attend to dear nephew,” a hint of glee in her voice didn’t sit well with him, “When?” he huffs out.

Polly quips, “Now.” that was an order. Tommy is hesitant to get up but pushes through. He stores his reading glasses into a case before locking them in a cabinet. His aunt holds out an arm for him to take. He wonders what exactly his clever auntie had in store for them this time. When the two arrive at the Garrison they’re met with the rest of the Shelby family. With John and Arthur looking especially nervous for him. Ada on the other hand is absolutely giddy, not sure if she’ll be able to hold it in before Polly spills the news.

They all wait for the Shelby matriarch to begin. As Polly stands up, tall and proud to announce the important news, “A celebration is in order," she grips her nephew's shoulder, "Congratulations Tommy…you’re getting married,” she clasps her hands together, intertwining her fingers. Tommy doesn’t say a word, his eyes widen for a split second. His expression quickly turns into a scowl, “Poll…” Tommy is at a loss for what to say next. Just when his day couldn’t get worse, “No.”

“Oh, hush now, you didn’t see John complain when we had to set him up,”

“You weren’t there to tame him,” he retorts. Arthur on the other hand, agrees with his aunt, “She’s got a point...”. Tommy looks up to his older brother with a look of bewilderment as Arthur quickly ducks his gaze.

Polly made sure to have Tommy visit the family in person. His own brothers, his own men followed her orders not to leave him out of their sights. After a few days of constant harassment and threats, he had finally caves in. And so, it landed the Shelby members on the other side of town. Where they stood right in front of an old-fashioned building. This was the address of Tommy's soon-to-be wife.

Polly swiftly turns to her nephew, “Listen to me well boy: Under no circumstances will you to try to scare them off, got it?” she points a gloved finger in his face, scolding him as if he were still a child. He glares at her before giving a slight nod. Polly retrieves a bouquet of roses from the car. They were the same ones you' had been eyeing at the marketplace. She remembers how you would stop by the florist just to smell them. She hands them to her nephew, “I expect you to give this to her,” before proceeding towards the house.

Polly knocks on the front door. A woman opens it. Her eyes are soft and welcoming, a bit worn out by time. She smiles softly at the two, “Polly, it’s good to see you!” she shakes her hand, planting a kiss on each cheek. Polly embraces her in a tight hug, “It’s good seeing you as well my dear,” She firmly grasps her nephew's arm, pulling him into their conversation, “This is my nephew I've told you about, Tommy Shelby,”

“Good evening, Ma'am,” He curtly greets the other woman. Polly’s friend raises a brow, “My, what a handsome lad!” she giggles, “Please, come in, come in!” she waves her hand for them to follow. The girl’s mother had informed them, that their daughter couldn't be here today. You were left to care for the bakery all by yourself. Tommy didn’t like that, not one bit. No future wife of his should be slaving herself away. If he can’t choose his future wife, fine. But once married the only role you would be taking is a dutiful wife.

They make their way into the living room, passing by a framed photo of the family. A young husband stood behind his wife’s seat as he held his eldest daughter. Their youngest sat shyly in her mother’s lap. More and more photos of them were scattered across the wall. Each picture told a story. It had shown throughout the years that their daughters have blossomed into beautiful women.

Their latest family photo had been small wedding. Their eldest daughter had grown into a blushing bride. Her mother held her father’s shoulder, as he tried his best not to tear up. Tommy recognizes his face immediately. After all, it was his fault the man had ended up in such a condition. He felt as though he owed him a favor. He's now face-to-face with the man. Polly is the one to introduce him, “This is my nephew-”

“Thomas Shelby.” the old baker spoke up, “It’s good to see you, old friend,”

Polly’s attention is now set on her dear nephew, “You know each other?” sounding genuinely concerned that her nephew may have sabotaged the unification, before even having a chance to finalize it. But that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, this was the man who had saved Tommy’s life.

During the war, the older man had been responsible for rescuing countless young men. From either being buried alive or blown to bits. But in the end, it did cost him. He could say proudly that the loss of his leg, was a fair exchange for the countless lives of his fellow companions. Tommy had no choice but to accept the proposal, the girl’s dowry had already been paid in full. After their meeting, the two families exchanged their goodbyes, gIving a few hugs and kisses before parting. Polly turns around to give one final wave, “Welcome to the family.” before entering the vehicle.

Little did they know, you were already on your way home. Unaware of what the future had in store. Your fate was sealed, as was his.

Hidden Treasure (Part 3)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Threats, Physical Harm, Domestic Violence.

Author's note(s): The day of the wedding.

As soon as you arrived home, your parents inform you of their encounter with the Shelby family. You were to be married off to a man by the name of Thomas Michael Shelby. A well-respected war veteran, who puts his family first. From the sound of it, he seemed to be the man of your dreams. Little did you know, within a month from now, this man would be your worst nightmare.

He had been described to you as a family man, who looked out for his loved ones. That's what first caught your attention. Any other information had been a blur, filtered out by rose-tinted lenses. Until you realized the wedding would be in a few days. Your anxiety took the best of you. As you began to spend most nights worrying about the worst possible outcomes for the wedding. You prayed that everything would go well. There was a faint bit of confidence that your parents made the right decision. They only wanted what was best for your future.

It had been days since Tommy had uttered a single word to his aunt. To his entire family. At first, he didn’t show his anger. But with each day leading to the wedding, it had felt like a dagger had been pierced though his very soul. Almost as if he were betraying the memory of his beloved Grace. He hadn’t tried to keep in contact with any of the other family members either. Even Polly had been taken aback by her nephew’s strange shift in nature. He’d never been this stubborn. Not even when he’d been a child.

Only when his aunt threatened to cut him out of the family business did he change his attitude. His brothers noticed the changes as well. Tommy was always on edge. Now more than ever. Arthur and John suggested to go all out before he became a married man once again. It had been the three Shelby brothers against the world. Drinking, partying, and gambling 'til their heart’s content. On the morning of the wedding, Tommy woke up still half drunken from the day before. He knew his brothers and men were waiting for him outside. Of course, under Polly’s strict orders. Just in case her nephew decides to have cold feet.

He readies himself for the big day. He works diligently on preparing himself. Not because he cares, but because it helps to distract him from the ongoing train of thoughts. He almost nicks himself during mid-shave, mumbling a curse under his breath. Never in his life would it take him this long to get ready. Part of him wishes he could stop everything and go back to bed. As if this day never existed. He snorts a line, rubbing the tip of his nose clean to get rid of the evidence.

Tommy’s men lean against their cars. A few check the time just to make sure they weren’t late. Arthur is first to notice how suspiciously long his brother has been. John walks to the front door. Before he could manage to knock, Arthur stops him from going any further. Suddenly the door flies open. It’s Tommy. He finally steps out, taking a huff from his cigarette, “Well boys, this is it.”

Together the Shelby men make their way to the church. Tommy doesn’t speak a word during the entire ceremony. Not once had he faltered from his stone-cold gaze.

That is until he lifts up his soon-to-be wife’s veil. A bashful beauty, dressed from head-to-toe in a silk white gown. She’s the human embodiment of an angel, on her way to meet the devil himself. Tommy smirks to himself. He might as well have a little fun with the future Mrs. Shelby.

It’s the first time you’ve met your husband. As soon as you felt him lift up your veil, you began to panic internally. To your surprise, you couldn’t believe how handsome he was! You blush when his eyes meet yours. There’s a slight twitch of nervousness from your cherry-stained lips. He smirks at your reaction. What a gullible little girl your were. When he takes your hands in his, you could practically feel your heart throbbing. You only hope he would be as kind as what you were told.

There was a sudden pause at the end of the ceremony. Tommy held your hands in his and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, they felt warm and inviting. You didn’t even realize how your head leaning towards his until he pulls back. You duck your head with embarrassment. It's your first kiss, and you’ve already made a fool of yourself.

After sharing vows and greeting each guest, you bid your family goodbye. Your little niece and nephew are the last ones to receive your affection before being led off by your now husband. You're sat in the backseat of his car. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. This was a strange feeling. But it wasn't like you had a choice. Your parents weren’t getting any younger, as were you. It was about time you settled as well. It felt strange though. Knowing that this would be a lifetime of commitment, until death.

I guess this is it...I’m a married woman now.

It didn't feel real, sitting beside your now husband, Mr. Tommy Shelby. How handsome he was indeed. A sight for sore eyes. You felt giddy seated in the back of the car. You had never been left in the same room as a man before. Maybe after some time you’d grow familiar to his intimidating presence.

Tommy speaks up, “Get out,”

“I-I’m sorry?” your brows furrow in confusion. He tilts his head towards the direction of his estate.

Oh, right, how silly of you.

From now on this would be your new home. As soon as you step foot inside it felt a bit off. His home was very spacious, but also somewhat lonely. Almost...sad. You spoke up, “How long have you lived here?” trying to start a conversation.

“Long enough,” Tommy walks up the stairs. You remove your shoes before following him up the flight. You were ready to open the luggage that had been left waiting in his—your room. But to your surprise the baggage had already been unpacked by the help. You look around, studying just who Tommy Shelby was. His bedroom is simple. His lifestyle is…complicated. That you would be discussing later.

When your eyes meet the king-sized bed, your body physically tenses. Just the thought of being with a stranger–bedding a stranger, didn’t sit well with your conscious. Even if there was a wedding ring. Deep down you knew there would be no backing down. You were already in too deep. Hopefully he was an understanding man.

You scan the room in search of any other place to sit. To your dismay there hadn’t been any chairs available. You lift the front of your dress before walking to the bed and taking a seat. This time Tommy follows you to sit on the bed. His coat and hat are long gone. His hand now holding yours. A wedding ring he gave you glimmers in the dim lighting. Tommy looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. It’s a sweet, tender moment at first.

Then his grip begins to tighten. It became almost painful with his ring digging into your jaw. His thumb held your chin in place. His voice is deep and menacing, filled with venom, “Your job is to be a dutiful wife, alright? Don’t expect anything special, do you understand?” He tilts your head up, “Do.you.understand?” that was one way to break a girl’s fantasy.

Tommy wanted to make sure you’d comply to his every bid, no matter what. Even if it meant scaring you into submission. You look up to meet his icy blues then down to avoid his intimidating gaze, “…Y-yes.” you faintly reply. He lets go. You rub your face. His strength was not something that compared to the average man.

You make a mental note not to get on his bad side. The room is silent for a bit before you chirp up, “…May I please retire for the night?” deep down part of you just wanted him to leave. Nothing could make you more upset than now, or at least that’s what you thought. Tommy could tell you were on the edge by the way your hands shake, cautiously peeling the lace veil from your hairs.

You began to remove all jewelry and drop them onto the nightstand. One by one, you remove each gift your husband bestowed upon you. The very last item had been a diamond necklace. You unclasp the small chain. But before you could drop it on the nightstand you hear him call for you. His voice is sturdy, “No, keep it on, I want to see you wear that and only that for when we get started,”

Hidden Treasure (Part 4)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Manhandling, Physical assault, Domestic violence, Battery, Loss of Virginity.

Author's note(s): ***Trigger warning for this chapter***

Tommy strides your way. He marches until he’s face-to-face with you. He is not a man who takes kindly to waiting. He expects an answer from you and he expects one now.

He begins to strip himself. To your surprise, a military physique had been hiding underneath, decorated with tattoos. He tosses his suspenders to the floor, expecting you to follow. To his dismay, you were still ogling him like a schoolgirl. He lets out a long sigh, now clearly annoyed. He gives you a hard glare. You squirm underneath his gaze, “Mr. Shelby this...I’m not experienced in...I-I don’t want to disappoint you or anything...” eyes beginning to water as you dodge his gaze. Staring down at your lap.

Your hands are shaking while trying to unbutton the gown. Before even reaching the last pearl, Tommy’s patience gets the best of him. He yanks the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your hands are quick to cover them, but Tommy is quicker to hold both your wrists in place, "Stop.” he warns. His voice is deep, tired from today's events. He doesn't have to play pretend anymore.

You try to free your hands, pulling at his grip, but his strength was more than thrice compared to yours. He pulls you in. Until you’re face-to-face with him. He tells you one last time to get undressed. When you only stare back at him, Tommy shoves you onto the bed. You landed with such a force that it causes your body to bounce from the impact. Tommy Shelby doesn't take kindly to disobedience.

You scurry back until your shoulder hits the frame of the bed. He doesn’t waste any time removing his shirt. He reveals his toned figure in the dim lighting. You kept your legs crossed and bent away from your him. He sighs at the dramatics. Now he’s annoyed. He’ll have to do something about your little act of defiance.

He's paid a fair price for your hand, and for what? A disrespectful wife. Tommy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hidden blade. It's small, but sharp enough to get the work done. Your dress, the dress that you’d dreamt of since you were a little girl, was now being shred to pieces. Your styled hair was now a mess after being manhandled by him.

Tommy’s stares down your quivering form. His eyes rake up and down your now nude body. Your face heats up with embarrassment. He's satisfied with what he's purchased. Only leaving you with the diamond necklace. It was a custom-made choker, made to resemble a collar. A sign of ownership.

It had been a while since he'd taken another woman. He hadn’t felt quite this excited in a while. His pants are straining and the binding around his waist only made it worse. He swiftly unclasps his belt, the jingle of it made your eyes widen with shock. Only when he pulls his trousers down do you abruptly look away.

This was supposed to be normal, wasn’t it? Yet the act of making love to your husband made you feel utterly sickened, almost disgusted with yourself. Tommy held both your ankles in his hands and with a pull as you glided across the bed. At this point you're frozen. Afraid of what his next move will be. A large hand grazes your waist, taking it’s time to feel the smooth, exposed skin there. His long fingers slid in between your legs. Tears begin to blur your vision. Small trickles of tears start to flow down your cheeks. Not wanting to see what comes next, you shut your eyes.

Tommy had a feeling you’d be like this. Wherever he’d go. No matter how many times he’d try to prove himself to be worthy of respect. Outsiders like you would always see him as the lowest of society. You think you're better than him, eh? He scoffs, “You never expected to marry my kind, did you?” Tommy doesn’t bother sugar-coating it. He knew what a young woman growing up in high society would want in a husband.

A widowed, peaky blinder, let alone their leader of all people. They weren’t traits that unmarried women would traditionally look for. Hell, he expected nothing else but a reaction like this. You stare at him in confusion. His kind? You mean a perverted beast of a man? A wolf in sheep's clothing? An impatient brute?  Of course, you would despise him for all of those traits! You scowl, “Any good woman would,”

“Is that so?” Tommy tilts his head up your face you his brows raised. His blue eyes bore into your soul. His expression is livid. He pumps his shaft for a few moments before aiming it against your folds. A high-pitched whine escapes your lips, as you shake your head. Begging, no pleading with him to stop. He begins to push himself in. Your eyes brim with fresh tears from the burning stretch as he shoves his member in. You lash out on instinct, scratching at his face and neck, hard enough to draw blood across his cheekbone. He snatches both of your wrists to the sides of your head. His breathing became raspy. Not from the struggle, but from his temper.

You could see his jaw flex out of anger. His voice booms, “You want it rough?! I’ll fucking show you rough!” as soon as he pulls out his girth, he slams it right back in. Your walls convulse in pain. You bite your bottom lip, drawing blood while fresh tears pour out. But still, even while in such pain you refuse to make a sound. Not even a sniffle. Tommy became agitated at your refusal to say anything. He growls in your face, “You’ve got something to say now? Go on…” he presses his sweaty forehead against yours, “SAY SOMETHING!!” he spat. You turn your head to the side in disgust. Never in your life would you have thought to meet someone so cruel. Let alone willingly marry him.

Tommy lifts your legs. He rests the back of your knees above his broad shoulders, folding you in half in order to deepen his thrusts. Your thighs were held up against your chest. It hurt, everything hurt. Tommy didn’t want this to feel special. He wants to prove a point. That no one would be an exception when it came to crossing him. No one has ever or will ever walk away from him. You little wife, were no exception.

He pounds himself through climax, not even slowing down to catch his breath. You could feel his harsh huffs against your neck. Along with harsh bites and nicks that sunk into the skin there. His expression twists for a moment before calming, basking in his own pleasure, the selfish bastard.

Nothing about your first night was romantic or special. Just ruthless, nonstop, animalistic rutting. He looks down at your form, palming your bundle of nerves. When you jolt at the sensation, he couldn't help but chuckle from your reaction. From your tear-stricken eyes to your quivering lips. A trickle of blood ran down your chin. He pokes his tongue out to have a taste. Humming with approval. He needs more....more, more!

Your body twists and turns from the painful intrusion. Each hard thrust sent your body forward, only to be pulled back in by Tommy’s iron grip that held your hips. He leans into the crook of your neck to nip and suckle for bruises to form. His face and chest are now flushed red. He takes in a deep breath against the side of your neck.

Tommy lets out a final, deep-guttered moan before bottoming inside. When he pulls out a trail of his arousal leaks from your swollen folds. He feels something else stick to his thighs but ignores it. Probably your own finish. He never really cared if the sex would get messy. That was a way to tell if it was good. In fact, he had already been used to it from his many days spent in the whorehouse. He retrieves his white shirt to wipe himself off with. But as soon as he looked at his manhood his eyes widen. It wasn’t what he'd thought. Not at all. He’d been wrong, so very wrong.

Tommy turns around to face the horrific sight. Your limp body lying still on the bed. With small trickles of blood leaking from your abused hole. The crimson blots are in stark contrast to the creamy-white bed sheets. There’s a faint smell of copper in the air, along with the strong stench of sex. His hands are balled into fists. Shaking until he plants a hole into the wall, causing the entire room to quake from the impact.

His angered outburst triggers a shriek to escape your lips, “Please! God please–please n-no more! Please!” as you finally broke down. Unable to hide your now naked form, your hands reach up to cover your face in shame. Your feared he would continue to hurt you; the damage already being done. He now knew where the root of your disobedience came from. It wasn’t hatred. No…how he wishes it were that instead. It was because you genuinely terrified, and you had every right to be. Any woman would be afraid of her first time.

Shit...

Tommy had done it again. It was rare to find a woman from the city that saved herself. He lets out an exasperated sigh before heading to the washroom. You can hear the water running. You try curling into a ball. It’s difficult to move around when you can’t even feel your lower half. After spending hours forced into such a position. You didn't know what to do. Cry? Escape? To where exactly? This was your home now, sobbing at the realization. Tommy Shelby, your husband, is truly the cruelest man to have ever walked the face of earth.

Hidden Treasure (Part 5)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Minor character death, Murder.

Author's note(s): Tommy's a green-eyed monster in this one.

Now you're sat with Alfie, discussing a plan on how you would escape. He knew your husband well enough. Still, it was a surprise to find out about the little firecracker wife of Tommy Shelby.

You were running on borrowed time, not wanting to waste a single moment. You skim though explaining your family’s relations to the Peaky Blinders. Alfie raises a hand in the middle of it, “You’ve gotta slow down love, my temples are 'startin to ache,” he rubs the sides of his head for a few moments before leaning in, “Now…what exactly did he uhh…do to scare a beauty like you off?”

A beauty. How ironic. You would expect your ‘dear’ husband to call you that, not some gangster. Never had you felt that way around Tommy, and that’s what hurts the most. You would be in deep trouble if he even heard another man compliment you…

Like any pub, the Garrison was busy during the holidays, the Shelby family had been busier than ever. Tommy would bring you along not as a companion, nor a business partner, but more of an accessory to drape around his arm. While wearing clothes he would allow you to wear. No one had taken you seriously unless your husband was there to bark orders. Other than that, you were known as the 'Wife of Thomas Shelby’ or 'Mrs. Shelby’. But today, you wanted to be yourself and look nice while doing so. Besides, Tommy had always expected you to look your best.

You wore a rich blue gown with an open collar to adorn an expensive silver necklace. Your hair was tied in an up-do, while your lips were painted a deep shade of rouge. You wore satin gloves with a pricey fur coat. You would be kept in the house most of the time, so why not put these nice clothes to good use? It’s not like Tommy would mind. He'd always let you drift away from him during parties. Any other dame would’ve been excited that their husband would allow them to have a little fun. Yet why did it make you feel so...miserable?

It felt so meaningless these parties, extravagant events, wearing uncomfortable clothing, along with an unnecessary number of guests. Worst of all, Ada and Polly were nowhere to be seen to keep you company. You look around to find them dancing drunkenly and carefree. With Polly taking the lead. At that moment you understood, they had guests to entertain.

With a marriage like yours, drinking became a large portion of your “coping method”. by the third month you were downing shots as if they were water, seeing as your husband was never there for comfort. Only to keep his cock warm. You couldn't believe him. What kind of a man leaves his own wife alone, in a bar of all places? It didn't matter if he owned it, he still left. You curse that Shelby man.

You sat on a bar stool while sipping a glass of water instead. Tonight, Tommy would leave you be, and that also meant at peace. There was no point in getting drunk now. No reason to drink as much anymore. You had to take more care of yourself now. You were too deep in thought to even notice someone had been staring at you.

You felt a sudden tap your shoulder. It was some chap, seemingly in his mid-thirties. He raises a brow to the seat next to yours, “Mind if I keep you company?” he gestures at the empty chair. You shrug it off, “Not at all, by all means,” you jerk your head to the seat. He takes the opportunity to hold your gloved hand to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against your knuckles. That wasn’t a common thing around here.

Usually, the men here would avoid even looking at you. But his eyes are hooded, as he stares directly into yours. Still cradling your gloved hand in his, “Tell me my dear; why on earth would such a beauty sit alone in a place like this?”

You smirk then look away, “To tell you the truth, I’m still trying to figure that out myself...” You shrug, staring at the half-empty glass. He chuckles, “You my dear, are a diamond in the rough,” he winks. You look down shyly while cradling your drink. Not taking notice at his eyes lingering your bodice. He takes his sweet time admiring the rise and fall of your chest.

Tommy, however, had seen the entire interaction. He knew very well of your long list of secret admirers, fending them off was a job itself. He just couldn’t believe you’d do it so boldly in public. As soon as you were given an ounce of freedom. He excuses himself from a conversation that he'd been in since arriving. His ears pick up on what you were saying, “Try telling that to my-”

“Who is this?” Tommy voice is heard right behind you. The other man reaches in to shake his but your husband ignores the friendly gesture. His hands rest on your naked shoulders, causing shivers to rake up your spine. His cold blues stare down the other man.

Your eyes raise as you turn around, “…my husband.” your eyes widen in fear, “Tommy…this is…” you tried giving him an answer. But he hadn't given you a chance to explain, instead he interrupts, “I can’t even leave without you making a fool out of me.” he scolds. He always spoke to you as of you were a child. As if he weren't the one who made you a woman. He looks at what you’re wearing. There are visible peaks from your breasts hardening from the cool air, leaving very little to the imagination. Something that should only be open to his view only. He pulls you out of your seat, the other man intervenes, “You’ve mistaken sir, see I-”

“Piss off,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“And stay the fuck away from my wife,”

Tommy doesn’t give him a second glance. He quickly removes his coat and throws it on your shoulders. He drags you by the arm out of the pub. His brothers are quick to catch up on what was happening.

Was he mad about your dress? Surely, you hadn’t meant to push him. Were you over dressed for the occasion? Or did he think you were flirting intentionally with a stranger? You were all alone and had no one to talk to! It's not like you wanted to sleep with the bloke!

But that didn’t matter now. Tommy was mad, very mad. It couldn’t be jealousy. Not with Tommy, no, It wasn’t jealousy. It was possession. Even if it were he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. The real reason was that you disobeyed his authority. You knew what would come from his anger alone. You didn't seek his approval for your outfit tonight. Which only meant a punishment was in store. The last thing you hear before being thrown into his car, was the sound of a gunshot firing.

Tommy muffles your screams with his gloved palm. You became dizzy. A sickness began to consume you. Trying your best not to puke in the passenger seat. When the car stops, Tommy is the first to exit. He slams the car door behind him. You stay put. Not as an act of defiance, but out of pure fear. So scared that it left you physically paralyzed. Consumed by a strong feeling of anxiety. He was going to kill you, just like that man. At that moment you knew, you would never be safe around him. You had to get away from him no matter what.

Hidden Treasure (Part 6)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Physical abuse, Manhandling, Oral (F receiving).

Author's note(s): Reader's punishment turns into a reward oop--

Tommy shows you the consequences of humiliating him, or so you thought.

Tommy opens the door, “Out,” he huffs. You look up, still trapped in a fear ridden trance. His face is twists when he shouts, “NOW!” his booming voice made you jump. Slowly, you exit the vehicle with your head hung low, as you follow him into the house. Each step felt heavier than the next. Until you had to drag your feet across the gravel.

As soon as you’ve made it inside, Tommy shoves you against a wall. It knocks the wind right out your lungs. His form towers over yours. His face now in front of yours, his nose brushes against yours, “What the fuck was that? Hm?!” he huffs. Your bottom lip quivers, “I-I didn’t mean to lead him on Tommy...I-I swear-” you sob. He scoffs, “But you did oh…you did just that my love,"

How could you explain what really happened if he kept denying you a chance?! Tommy had kept pushing you today. To the point where it angered you enough to your raise your voice, “It’s not like that! I’m not one of those whores you've slept with!” your hands reach to cover your mouth. You couldn’t believe you were brave enough to stand up to him. Especially after the incident you pulled.

Tommy would often compare you to them. During his single bachelor days, him and his brothers spent most of their nights going through woman after woman. He'd taunt you with how you were now his personal whore, his property, and that no one else should touch what's his. All he sees is red. He hauls you over his shoulder, "Is that what you want? To be treated like a whore?!"

You barely have enough time to register what was happening before he threw you on nearest couch. You lift yourself up to face him. Your dress straps sliding down in the process. He's on top of you, straddling your waist as he grips your chin and growls, “Turn around, don't make me say it again,” he pulls your zipper down. Your gown slides off your figure. No longer are you hidden from his eyes.

A hand pushes down on your lower back. You land on the couch. Your head turns to the side with your cheek pressed firmly against a cushion. Your hands clench the soft material. Mentally you’ve adapted, but physically was always the hard part. What you weren’t ready for was a harsh slap against your rear.

Your head whips back in confusion, spotting Tommy readying to strike again. One of your hands reaches behind to push him away but your attempt was futile. He only stops briefly to unbuckle his belt. Your wrists are held together as he wraps them with the leather binding.

He proceeds to strike your backside over and over again. Each sting harsher than the next one that follows. No sign of hesitation or mercy was shown. No such thing existed in the house of Thomas Shelby. You’ve learned your lesson from before, during that horrid night.

After a while his firing ceases. He takes a step back to gaze at the display in front of him. His little wife was bent over with fresh markings that decorated her backside. A provocative view had made blood rush straight to his manhood. A strain now beginning to form in his trousers. Your seductive position was luring in his primitive side, and he wants a taste.

All of a sudden, you feel a wet sensation against your folds. Tommy began licking long, strong stripes against your cunt. Two of his digits spread your lips. While his tongue now delved into your opening. You felt the muscle flicking around inside. The feeling alone made your walls flutter with bliss. His other arm held you in place. You felt his fingers digging into your fresh bruises. You whine from the sting, hissing from the raw pain.

Tommy notices your discomfort. He tilts his head up to bury his tongue deep into your womanhood. Your small gasps turn into moans. Only Tommy had the power to turn your pain into pleasure. A minute in had you soaked and pushing your hips back. So close yet so far from an orgasm. He was teasing you on purpose. A long finger dips in and your back arches. He pulls it out to inspect. His fingers now coated with your arousal.

Tommy shows you the outcome, “This what you wanted dear?” he presses his head against your ear and whispers, “Did you miss your husband? Is that it?” his breath tickles the shell, causing you to jerk your neck back. You flash him a tearful glare, “No...” was all you could muster. He chuckles, “No?” amusement lingers his voice. He presses his tip against your folds before jerking his hips up. You gasp from the stretch. It was rough yet pleasurable, like a slow burn.

Tommy began thrusting at a jagged pace. His hands cling your hips. His pelvis slams your forward as he ruts roughly into you. Everything about the act itself was dripping with lewdness, but oddly enough it felt amazing. His voice now a deep groan, “Tell me, who fucks you this good?” he slows down his pace. Now grinding his hips now rotating in a torturous motion that made your toes curl with pleasure. When you could only muster up a moan, he slaps your rear again for an answer. You yelp, “You do!”

“Say it again, like you mean it,” his voice is louder while his pace quickens,

“You fuck me this good Tommy! Only you!”  

He returns to bludgeoning your womanhood. Right against that sweet, sensitive spot. He doesn’t stop even after you come undone and made a mess of the expensive cushions. Tommy made sure to finish inside, filling you to the brim. You couldn't believe how shameless you’d become.

All because of this man. You pry yourself up on your elbows. You lift your head off of the now wet cushion. Your makeup long ruined and face now flushed with fresh tears of humiliation. As always, Tommy had gotten exactly what he wanted. Lighting up a cigarette after having his way with you.

Hidden Treasure (Part 7)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Forced Breeding.

Author's note(s): Tommy is a daddy if you catch my dift ;)

Tommy doesn’t return for days after, instead he sends over a maid to watch over. You remember the tea she made. Herbal richness, with a dash of honey. It was a simple, kind gesture. Like the tea that Alfie was making you now. His was simple, a tad bit strong with a little sweetness. Much like himself.

He waits until you’ve taken a sip. You sigh from the feeling of warmth now spreading through your body, “Thank you…I needed that.”

“Of course, of course love.” he gives a smirk that makes his eyes crinkle the slightest, “So, this is your first time running off?”

“…No, no it isn’t,” You remember your first time at attempting to escape. It was the middle of the night when you had slid out of bed. Careful not to disturb the man slumbering besides you. He was always quite the light sleeper, that's if he's slept. During some nights you could almost pity his whimpers. The war may be over, but some the men still relive it. Only after taking you did he have a proper night's rest.

You remember storing a secret briefcase downstairs, hidden deep within the coat closet. You shove the clothing aside to where your case should have been, pushing and pulling around the other coats. To your dismay there had been nothing.

“Looking for something?” a voice calls from atop of the stairs. You whip your attention to where Tommy now stood. You’re unable to muster even a sentence, “I... I was just…” now at a loss for words. His voice is calm, “Just what? Hm?” He starts walking down each step. You’re trapped under his gaze. Unable to move.

A faint light from the master bedroom dims against his pale complexion. He’s alert. As if he’d been waiting for this very moment. No...he must've already found out. You might as well fess up, “Tommy, I hate it here, I feel like I’m a prisoner in my own home–”

“My home, that you live under,” he corrects. You scoff, “See that?! That is exactly what I mean! You keep acting like you own everything, Like you own me,”

“Don't I?”

“Thomas enough!” your patience is running thin, “I’m done, I can't do this anymore! I want to be free from this–from you!”

“If you want to act like a prisoner, that’s fine,” he tilts his head to signal whoever it was behind you, ”Go ahead boys.” It’s John and Arthur. You back away from them cautiously, with both hands held in front of you, “Please...don’t do this..!”

John mouths a faint ‘sorry’ before clutching onto your arm. Arthur has the other gripped in his. Both brothers follow Tommy through the household, until he stops in front of a side door, the only one that you’ve never been in before. He pulls out a key, unlocking it before leading you inside. As soon as they make it to the bottom, Arthur and John quickly leave, with you and Tommy now alone in the basement.

Deep down he knew that you wouldn’t want to stay, he doesn't blame you. No amount of convincing himself that with enough persuasion, would make you want to stay, If word got out that the Thomas Shelby been secretly married this entire time someone, somewhere, they would use you against him. You wouldn’t stand a chance in his world. They would tear you apart. Part of him still believed it would be best to set you free. But the other half, wanted nothing more than to trap you in his prison forever.

His ungrateful little wife. He wants you to rely on him for everything. He would be your entire world and more, the very air you breathe. It was his mistake for spoiling you. He should've never given you the idea that it was alright to disobey him. You didn't care about how much he's done for you and your family. Or what sacrifices he's made in order to strengthen the bond. He's provided and protected you from such a cruel, vile world.

He was afraid something like this would happen. He knows that people like you will never view him as being a proper member of society. To think he once believed you were different from the others. At the end of the day, you are still a prim and proper uptown girl. What you need is a good snap back into reality. Then it hits him, your marriage can be beautiful, Tommy just has to guide you to the right direction. Even if it means by force. He's certain that in the end you would be much happier with child.

Tommy had found a way to keep you at home. He wouldn’t admit it, but the first time he saw you playing with Charlie, it ignited something feral in him. What better way than to bring in another heir for his growing empire. He knew he wanted to become a father again, and that you would make a great mother.

He made sure not to use any form of protection. The sooner you’d be with child, the better. You won’t put yourself at risk knowing that another life may be in danger. So, he'd taken advantage of every moment to plant his seed in you. Both of you are stark naked on the basement bed. For how long he had been planning on bringing you down here, you hadn’t a clue. Tommy takes charge. As usual. His thrusts are sloppy yet still ongoing. You've tried prying him off, but it only reminded you of your husband’s military strength.

Each day ended with him rutting into his sweet wife, until finally spilling his seed deep inside her womb, “T-tommy stop...!” you whine, barely audible. But he doesn’t listen, he never does. After that, he waits for you to sleep before succumbing to slumber himself. Leaving you in a basement for a week had been your punishment for trying to escape. Tommy kept you locked in with no human contact other than his own and a maid to serve you meals.

That’s when you got to know the youngest Shelby brother, Finn.

Hidden Treasure (Part 8)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Mentions of past domestic violence.

Author's note(s): Innocent heartfelt chapter (cue the fluff).

Your husband would have Finn either send messages to you, or simply keep an eye on your wellbeing. Although Finn hadn’t a clue of what was going on, he knew you of all people didn’t deserve this sort of treatment. He made sure to visit as often as he could for company.

You were grateful the moment Tommy finally let you out that dreadful basement. You hadn’t forgotten the promise made a few weeks ago to Finn. To bake him a signature custard from your bakery. He’d been dying to try. Soon, it became common for the youngest Shelby brother to stop by. He would either have a letter or message from Tommy. Most of them were if your husband would be late or earlier from work.

You’d pack Finn some lunch before bidding him a farewell. Most of the time it was just you and Charlie in one big, empty house. To say that he was a sweet child was an understatement. He had the power to make anyone’s cold heart melt. How could such a charming child come from a man like Tommy? You hadn’t a clue.

Of course, you could never replace Grace. You weren’t the one who’d given birth to him. But Charlie was your son in every single way that mattered. There were even a few special moments you’d spend with the other Shelby family members. You especially enjoyed bonding with the women of the family. Teatime with Polly was a particular favorite. She would give you as much advice as a wise woman could. In a way, Polly became your second mother.

As you were setting up the table Polly had been bouncing Charlie on her lap. Finn decided to stop by since today’s work was slower than usual, he choose to stay a little longer. Polly examines her finished tea. Her expression was confused at first, then startled. She shows Finn the cup, and it was as if he'd read something from it.

Polly let’s out a small sigh, “Tell me my dear…” she places her cup on the table, “…has my nephew been treating you well?”

You’re at a loss for words. How could you answer to her? Should you tell her the truth? How would she react? You made up your mind to keep it short and subtle, “Tommy provides me with everything a wife may need. What more could a woman want?” you try your best to force a smile, hoping that it was a good enough answer.

But Polly was suspicious that something wrong within your marriage. She could sense it, “You didn’t answer my question dear, has he been treating you well?” her voice is sterner this time. You tense. Your heart races, “I-I’m not sure what you mean...” you play off. Polly could tell that over the period of time since you've been married, the flicker of light in your eyes had disappeared. Blown out by the cold blues that followed into your nightmares.

At that point, Finn has had it. As soon as Polly leaves, he tells you of his plan, “Tommy’s going to some event next week, and he won’t be back until the morning,”

“Finn…” you warn. It wouldn’t be a good idea breaking your husband's trust. A man like Tommy never forgets. Finn grumbles, “I’m sick and tired of seeing him treat you like--like the dirt on his shoes! The bloke!” his hands ball into fists. You don’t think twice about his statement, in fact you understood completely why your new brother had the right to react like this. You sigh, reaching for his hands to hold, “Could you do me a favor?”

You were kept busy for the next few days, planning on yet another escape. Hopefully the last. Finn would send letters to your sister who lived in the next town. It had been quite a while since the two of you would communicate. Her and her husband had been busy since delivering their new baby.

So, it would take time to pack up their belongings before moving in with your parents. Finn would stop by the postal, on the way to wherever he was heading in order to avoid suspicion. For once it felt like everything was going your way.

As each day went by, you grew more excited to leave this place, once and for all. You let out your hair, made yourself more presentable, you even started smiling again. Tommy took note of how the corners of your lips would curl upwards on their own as you hummed a tune while making supper.

He’d been silently observing you adjusting to your new life. After putting away the dishes, you hoist Charlie on a hip before leaving the kitchen. Tommy listens carefully to your footsteps leading up the stairs before following them. He stops in front of his bedroom door, reaching for the knob.

But before he’s had a chance to twist it open a faint sound of laughter erupts. He opens the door to spot you and Charlie on the bed. Your hands reaching to tickle the boy’s sides. Seemingly unknowing that your husband is witnessing the display of affection.

You hoist the toddler into the air. Tommy notices your expression. For the first time in months, you're actually smiling. It was like some sort of trance. He leans against the door frame. Seeing you with his boy felt, in a strange way, right. As if you both were meant to be. His son loves you. You drop Charlie onto your bosom to catch your breath.

Soft giggles manage to slip out of every exhale. Charlie’s hair tickles your chin so you tilt it to the side. That’s when you notice Tommy standing at the doorway. His posture is more relaxed than usual. For how long had he been standing there?

You look away from his gaze. It always did make you nervous. His fingers twitch, curling into his palms, “I uh...” he slides them into his pockets, “I want you to be my guest for an event,” Tommy looks up, waiting for an answer. You raise a brow and sit up, still holding the boy in your arms, “Who’ll watch over Charlie?”

“Finn offered to keep an eye on him.” of course.

“Alright,” you agreed, already knowing how it would play out. Tommy nods, “I’ll be back, ‘bout three hours from now.” he checks his pocket watch. Double taking the time. You hadn’t planned for him to take you anywhere. It’ll only delay your plans. But you couldn’t risk him questioning his decision, “Sure thing.” you return. Tommy looks as though he had one last thing to say, “And uh...wear something nice,” He turns away, leaving as soon as he came. Now that was odd.

Hidden Treasure (Part 9)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Dub con, Nsfw, ANGST.

Author's note(s): Basically, Tommy being a sad little man trying to redeem himself.

You decided to wear all black for tonight, in honor of your dead marriage. Your dress wasn't fitted, instead you went for a gown that would drape down elegantly. One that would be easier to slip off. You lay your hair out in a bombshell wave with a bold ruby lip. This would be the last time Tommy would drag you to one of his pity parties.

You clink open your jewelry box and pull-out diamond earrings. Then came that choker Tommy favored out of your entire collection. He enjoyed tugging it from behind, admiring how the gems’ shine against your skin. How it would glow in dim lighting. You try to hook the back of it on a few times. It was your mistake to do it while your hair was down.

“Here, let me.” it’s Tommy. He was earlier than usual. You look up from the vanity mirror and spot him approaching. A hand reaches to lift your locks out of the way. He guides you out of the car and into the car. opening the door before proceeding inside. While seated in the back, Tommy doesn’t let go of your hand. Every now and then his thumb brushes the back of it. He’s the first one out of the vehicle. Opening the door before you’ve had a chance to as always. He held out his hand for you to take.

This time it was...different. Tommy had kept you close by him. He held an arm around your waist, not with control, but to seek comfort. He kept conversation with you, listening to what you had to say. Even offering to get you a drink. Tommy had given you a smile. A real, genuine smile with his eyes squinting. His grip around your waist is gentle, not a warning. You couldn't believe it. Was he actually enjoying your company?

Tommy leans in your ear, “Would you like a dance with me?” It was a question, not a command. He wasn’t demanding but wondering if you were alright with it. For once, he was asking for permission. You hadn’t danced with him since your wedding day. Tommy held out a hand for you to take. Slowly, but sure enough, you held it. During your first ever dance together it was Tommy who took the lead. This time around was different. He let you move around freely, so that the two of you were in unison, complimenting one another.

He spoke up, “You look beautiful,” his voice sounding soft, sincere. That was a first. What on earth has happened to your husband? What made him in such a pleasant mood? You faintly whisper, “Thank you,” Tommy’s thumb brushes against your side, “I want this to work, if you give me a chance, I promise you I’ll do better than what you’ve had to deal with,” he looks you in the eyes. Is he serious? You avoid his gaze, “What do you want Tommy?”

“Nothing, only you,” There it was. No...nonono he wasn't allowed to play with your heart. Not after the hell he'd put you through. You began to tear up, “No, there’s always a catch, otherwise you wouldn’t be so nice to me,” The only thing that helped ease the awkward silence was the music playing. Tommy sighs, “I know, I haven’t been there like I should’ve. You don’t deserve to be treated like–”

“Like your personal whore?” you scoff, “That’s what everyone else thinks,”

Tommy’s heart aches. Of course, that’s how you’d feel after his constant disregard for your emotional well-being. He wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him, or even wanted nothing more than to see him dead in a ditch. It's not the first time someone felt that way towards him. It certainly wouldn't be the last. He pulls you in closer, “You’re mine, and I’m yours, that’s it, fuck what everybody else has to say, I want is for you to be happy,” It was as if he were an entirely different man. This was not the Tommy Shelby you married.

This was a different side of your husband. One that you hadn’t known until today. Later that night, he actually wanted to keep you close him. He made you feel important, wanted, special. When you reach the house, you were still on high alert. Perhaps he'd already found out about your plan. Your feet are swollen and throbbing. It’ll all be worth it once your plan works. If it’ll work this time. Tommy undresses for the night. His eyes then motion to your dress, “Do you need me to leave or-”

“No, it’s fine, really,” you start to undress yourself. Tommy couldn’t help but stare. You could feel it, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what dear?”

“Like you’re going to eat me...”

“Do you want me to?” he playfully smirks. Your eyes widen for a moment then avoid his gaze. As if you were thinking about it for a moment before your head nods in approval. Tommy’s smile falters. His eyes are now hooded with lust. He strides to the bed where you sat. He’s seated right beside you. Holding your hands in his. He reaches in to caresses your jaw before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

He pulls back momentarily then begins to deepen it. He slowly drags the top of your dress down to test the waters. A gentle squeeze on your breast gave you a small jolt of pleasure, whining from the sensation of your now tender breasts. He stops immediately, “S’alright love, no need to be shy at this point, hm?” was that a joke? You couldn’t tell. He lays you out on the bed, removing his shirt in the process. Revealing a semi-fresh tattoo of what appeared to be your name right on top of his heart.

Your nerves always seem to get the best of you. You’re frozen and unable to move. Tommy looks up to see your petrified expression. His hands rub up and down your legs to help ease your mind. It didn’t. He’ll have to try and sink you slowly into comfort. To your surprise, he buries his head underneath your dress.

You pull your skirt up to reveal his blue gems looking up at you, with a pink tongue poking out of his gaping mouth. He presses the muscle against your slit as he laps at it hungrily. He traces it along your opening a few times, raising his head to give attention to your throbbing clit. Within a few seconds you’re already giving in. Your knees begin to weaken. They go lax as he laps away vigorously against your most intimate parts.

Tommy flattens his tongue a few times before dipping it inside. His nose rubs against your bud. He grinds his face against your sex. Moaning from the lewd act. He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, hard. You’re practically melting in his embrace. Tommy eagerly laps you through a hard orgasm. Shutting his eyes to focus solely on his duty of making you cum.

You find yourself riding against his face shamelessly. In the blissful aftermath, you could feel his lips press a smile against your soaking core. Tommy raises his head. His mouth and chin glistens, “You alright love?” his deep voice is...calming, soothing even. He reaches to brush back a stray hair behind your ear. You nod and whisper a faint, “Yes,” for reassurance, reaching in to touch his scarred abdomen, “I want to touch you, please Tommy…”

He held your hand in his, guiding it towards his manhood. He wraps your palm around his member, stroking it against his shaft, “Like this…” after a few seconds he lets go. His hand reaches in to caress your folds. His digits tease your bud to your liking. Everything about it was sensational. A sparking interest between the two of you. Two souls combining into one being.

Tommy lets out a deep grunt before painting your mound with his arousal. His hand moves faster to chase your climax and soon you were moaning underneath him. He leans in to kiss you softly. Then again but deeper. You tilt you head up eagerly. He held his leaking tip against you bud, rubbing once, twice, then a third time against it, before sinking himself in.

Your mouth gapes from the sensual stretch deepening. Tommy hisses, his eyes flutter shut. Your open arms are his very own paradise on earth. They wrap around his upper torso as soon as he begins to pick up speed. Soon enough the both of you were became a panting mess. Calling for each other’s names. He takes his sweet time. Kissing, caressing, whispering sweet nothings to soothe his wife’s worries away.

Tommy dips his head into the crook of your neck to place a kiss before tilting against the side of your temple as he whispers, “I love you,” into the shell of your ear. He didn’t care if your feelings were mutual or not. He wanted you to know how he felt. Gestures like this from him were rare you knew that much. So why did you seek refuge in his arms every single time?

Hidden Treasure (Part 10)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Drugging, Kidnapping

Author's note(s): Alfie has a surprise for our reader!

For once, during the entire time you’ve spent married to him, Tommy Shelby had fallen asleep first. He spoons you from behind. Allowing an arm to drape over your mid drift. As if his subconscious was afraid of losing you. But it was far too late. Mentally, you were long gone.

You stare out a window while brushing your fingers through his raven locks. He slept just like Charlie. He looked innocent doing so. A child like his had no choice but to be dragged into this lifestyle. You remember the effort Tommy would put, all for the sake of his son’s happiness. He was–is a good father.

You slowly drag yourself out of bed. Careful not to wake him up. You slip into a robe before heading down the stairwell. You couldn’t sleep. Hopefully things will have settled down and Finn would arrive here soon. You pour yourself a glass of water before taking a seat in the kitchen.

Then, all of a sudden, you heard footsteps. It came from the staircase. You follow the sound. Already regretting ever stepping out of bed. You should’ve known Tommy would be up and alert as soon as you tried sneaking out. There was a nervous coil in your stomach. You try your best not to tear up, but the thought of what his next punishment would be terrifies you.

When you reach the stairwell there was no one in sight, “T-tommy? Tommy is that you-” someone holds your shoulder in a firm grip before pulling you towards them. Before you get a chance to scream a hand reaches in, muffling your cries. A familiar voice hushes you, “Shh! It’s me Finn!” he removes his hand to give you time to breathe, “Finn...where’s Charlie?”

“Don’t worry about him, we need to get you out of here,” he leads you out of the house quietly. All thanks to Tommy, who made sure to give each member of the Shelby family a key to his house. As soon as you’ve stepped outside there’s a car waiting outside. The youngest Shelby ushers you in, “Here. take this,” he hands you a bag full of money, “I’ll buy you some time, go,”

“Oh Finn..thank you,” you give him a quick peck on the cheek. He smirks from the sweet gesture. Finn makes sure to wait in the house until he was sure that the car was out of sight. Now the real task was how he would stall his older brother.

Your driver didn’t brother starting conversation. He only kept his eyes glued to the road ahead. A light trickling of rain starts to get heavier by the minute. You try relaxing despite the loud pattering of water hitting the windows. A loud boom of thunders startles you, and suddenly the car stops, “We’re arrived to your destination madame,”

“Thank you...”

This was it. There was no turning back now. Each step you took felt heavier than the next, and before you knew it you were in front of the door. One knock was all it took for someone to answer. When the man had opened the door he made sure to look around for any unwanted followers, “Now what’s this eh?”

“Are you Mr. Alfie Solomons?”

“Who’s asking?”

“I am,"

He tries shutting the door closed but you block it, “Wait! wait please! hear me out! I was sent by a member of the Peaky Blinders! It’s urgent!”

He stops and sighs, “Fucks sake…do the blinders ever sleep? Alright, come in, before you catch a cold,” He opens the door, and you follow him inside. You told Alfie every important detail. From the marriage negotiations to the deal that would unite both of your families, along with the many reasons why you wanted to leave. You hadn’t told him the entirety of your marital discord, only what you were comfortable with sharing.

Alfie nods and adds a side comment every now and then. By the time you were finished he still remained poise as ever, “Fascinating story love it really is.” He looks down to the table, his eyes linger at your cup, “Let me get you another one yeah? You can relax now,” he quickly retrieves the dish before making his way to the kitchen. You let out a long sigh of relief, “Thank you sir,” you would be forevermore grateful to have met this man.

He was a bit rough around the edges, but over all a softie deep down. Alfie stops to take the tray with him on his way to the kitchen. You glance down at the cups. Now realizing what had just happened. Alfie never took a sip from his tea. You stand straight only to take a few wobbly steps away from the man in front of you. He stares your way but not at you. No…it was towards the person standing behind you. Before you could turn around to see who it was you succumb to a deep slumber. The last thing you felt were sturdy arms holding you up.

Alfie looks up to his companion before sitting himself down, “My heart is broken Tommy–you know it really is, I thought we were best friends you and I,” he holds a hand to his chest. Tommy’s patience was running thin, “You took my wife,” he cocks a gun at him, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you,”

“Now don’t get it twisted, yeah? She came to me, begging to be taken away from her evil husband,”

Tommy still glaring at the man, tucks his gun away. Alfie shifts in his chair and sighs, “You could’ve at least invited me to your wedding mate,”

During the car ride you slid in and out of consciousness. Those few minutes had felt like hours. When the car stops you start weeping, “N-no, no please…don’t make me go back in there…!” You clutch into his arm and plead for forgiveness. Tommy had to drag you out. Your nails dig into the backseat.

Whatever Alfie had given you made you more hysterical that you’ve ever felt before. You muster all your energy to flail a leg right on his face, causing a crunching sound to come from his nose. He stumbles from the blow. To your surprise, the kick had been harder than expected. But not hard enough to yield his advances. Tommy hauls you into his arms, as if he were parent dealing with a stubborn infant. You were so, so close. Yet it was all for nothing.

Hidden Treasure (Part 11)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Physical harm, Physical assault.

Author's note(s): We see it all unwrapping!

Tension rises within the Shelby family, and your husband is to blame for it all.

Tommy drags you into the living room. Where the rest of his brothers await. Finn is seated. Your eyes widen from the sight of his bruised and battered form. A cut lip, complimented with a black eye and small bruises that littered his body. There was a firm handprint right against his throat. As if someone had him pinned down. You were all too familiar with the feeling. There was no doubt that this was Tommy's doing. You could practically hear your blood boiling. Your maternal instincts kicking in as you saw red.

You twist out of your husband’s grip and rush towards the young boy, “Finn! What have they done to you?!” Your hands cup his face, causing him to wince in pain. He tries not to squirm in discomfort, “S’alright m’fine…I’m sorry I couldn’t help you...” he looks away in shame, defeat. Your heart breaks for him. Your hand combs through his hair cooing him, “No, you didn’t, it was bound to happen,” you turn around and make your way towards Tommy. You were tired of hiding, Tired of being silenced, Tired of smiling through the hell that he had put you through. You choose not to be afraid of him anymore. Enough was enough. No more. Because now? You were fucking fuming, “You…”

“Hello dear.” He replies nonchalantly. Keeping a straight posture.

“You bastard!” you shrieked.

“Nice to see you too—“Tommy’s head swings to the side from the slap he’d received. You grab him by the back of his neck, Like the many times he’d done to you and growl, “You could’ve done something to me for running off, but instead you had to take it out on Finn! Like a fucking coward!!” you bark at him. He turns his head around. Your backhand was much stronger than he'd expected. A faint trickle of blood drips from his nose. He swipes it with a finger to examine, “Not too bad...could be better…” judging your strike.

You hissed in his face, “Then fight back!" you slap his chest, "Fight back like you always do!” your voice begins to break, “Or is it because you don’t want your family to know? How much of a monster you were to me?!”

He pulls your wrists together. It was futile to retrieve them back. Tommy held you close, “I’m not going to fight you.” his voice is softer.

“Why not?!” you spat.

“Because you wouldn’t last, not in your condition,” as soon as he glances down your blood ran cold. Tommy had finally found your little secret. His eyes are glue to your belly, “For how long?” he reaches to caress the faint bump. You look down at his hand now resting against it and bit your bottom lip, “Since the last time we went to the Garrison,”

More specifically the same night he had dragged you out of the bar in front of everyone. Soon after firing his gun. Watching the people scatter through the streets, like sewage rats…it made your stomach twist.

Tommy’s voice breaks the flashback, “Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is soft. His eyes show a genuine concern for your well being. You tell him your complete and honest truth,

“I was scared you didn’t want it, because it was obvious you didn’t want me, and you’re only now treating me different because I’m carrying your child...how…” tears began to welt, streaming down your cheeks, “…How could you be so cruel to me?” you sob. Tommy pulls you into his chest. You bury your face into his coat.

He felt a guilt like no other. He knew he had only himself to blame for everything that had happened, “I have not been a proper husband, and I understand why you would want to leave, being the circumstances that I put you through…and I’m sorry...“ his hands cup your face. His thumbs glide against your wet cheeks. Your face scrunches as you slap his hands away, “Then why’d you hurt Finn?! He was only trying to help me!”

Finn scratches the back of his head, “Well…actually I sort of…started it, as soon as they asked me, I started raining hell on 'em,” it was during the morning after. Tommy had plans to spend all day with you and Charlie. How long had it been since he’d slept that well? Too long for him not to remember. But to his surprise, he’d awoken to his wife missing. Part of him hoped that you were probably downstairs in the kitchen preparing for breakfast as you usually would.

No matter how often the maids would offer to help you refused. This was the one thing you had to yourself. He didn’t mind. It was adorable seeing you so focused on perfecting a meal instead of a tart. When Tommy arrived at the kitchen, he expected you to be seated already with breakfast done. However, you were nowhere to be found. All of the maids were gone as well.

At that instance Tommy knew there was something wrong, very wrong. He searches every room calling, yelling for your name. By now you were probably long gone. He picks up bits of his scattered clothes. Time was scarce. Every minute mattered. Tommy rounds up his best men, not to search but to interrogate. There was no way an enemy could’ve gotten this close to his house. Not without him knowing. Someone had betrayed him, he’s sure of it.

He finds out who when his brothers arrive. One of them is suspiciously late, Finn. When the younger Shelby arrived at the house he isn’t as alert as he usually is. In fact, he’s quite relaxed. Tommy knew it had all been an act. He stands right in front of him. He reads the younger boy like a book. What gave it away were his shoes. Finn had gotten new shoes a few days ago. In what situation would a young lad refuse to wear them? If they’ve been ruined. Finn must have been out last night during the storm.

Tommy’s hands ball into fists, he snarls in his face, “I’m only going to tell you this once Finn: Where. Is. She?” a storm was brewing inside Tommy. Finn remembers your promise. He remembers the way your lip quivered with fear of failing. He flashes his older brother a grin before tackling him to the ground.

But Tommy’s strength eventually surpasses his, the elder Shelby flips him over, holding Finn by the throat. Finn’s fingers dig deep into his arm but nothing would avail. John and Arthur have to pry them from each other. But like any other Shelby, Finn doesn’t go down without a fight. He gave it his all but against three soldiers. Only for it to end as a lost cause.

You smack his arm then pinch his ear, “That’s for making me worry!” then embrace him in a hug. For a brief moment he’s confused if you’re still angry at him or not but then relaxes in your arms. He chuckles, “The only reason why they’re allowing me to be here was because I told him that if he didn’t let me see you, I’d rat him out to Polly,”

You raise a brow, “And he believed you?”

“No, so I told him I already did,” He grins. You don’t know what fate has in store for Tommy. All you could do is pray for her to listen to your side of the story. It’s about time Thomas Michael Shelby dealt with the wrath of Ms. Elizabeth Gray. He knew at some point he’d have to tell her about their…marital problems. Him and his brothers had kept it a secret for far too long. Now everything had spiraled out of control.

He arrives to the church, the same one he had been married in, twice. Where he’ll have to face the Shelby Matriarch. Tommy sits himself in the booth right behind her. He sighs, “She wanted to leave me Polly,” his shoulders sink, “I’ve changed, more than what I was willing to at first, there’s no reason why she would want to leave now,” His fingers twitch in his lap, "I don't want to lose her,"

Polly turns around. Her temper had gotten the best of her. Slap after slap lands on her nephew. Her voice booms, “Have you gone mad?! Why does she want to leave?!” Echoing off the church’s walls. Polly throws in a few good smacks at him. Someone has to. “You’re a grown man Thomas, for fucks sake act like one! Stop relying on this poor girl to fix you–fix yourself for her! If you think you can just take and take from a good woman and expect her to be fine with it?! You’re a damn fool!” Polly almost falls out of her seat. She catches her breath.

She held her nephew by the shoulders for balance, “If any harm ever comes to that girl ever again, I will make sure to hunt. You. Down,” She huffs. Her expression changes to confusion when Tommy looks up, his eyes now glossed over, “How can I fix this?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Polly scolds before walking to the front to give a small prayer. As soon as she crosses herself, she promptly leaves, ignoring Tommy who now sulked all alone. After the war, he had almost lost all faith. After Grace had died, so had a part of him that believed there was something better. Then you came along. You, who had tried so hard to fix a broken man like him. What did he do to deserve a treasure like you?

For the first time in years Tommy decides to pray. He prays for only one thing: Your happiness. Whether it included him or not didn't matter.

Hidden Treasure (Part 12)

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Non con aftermath.

Author's note(s): This is the final chapter. It felt right to end it here.

Tommy would have to face you again. Looking back at the way he tried to control now regretting it. If he could go back in time to change it he would. His first mistake was the very night he first took you. How scared you must’ve been, of him. 

Tommy remembers returning to the room after walking out. He carefully lifted you up from the now ruined bed sheets., all the way to the washroom. A bath had already been prepared by him. Tommy gently places you into the tub. His trousers are soaked yet he doesn’t acknowledge it.

As soon as your lower half is dipped into the warm bath, you cry out from the ripples of pain traveling to your core. Your body coils in agony, almost slipping out of his arms. His sturdy biceps wrap around your upper half. He doesn’t let go until you’ve found a comfortable sitting position. He turns around briefly to grab a washcloth placed on the corner of the sink.

He rubs it against a bar of soap until it’s foamy then crouches down to your level. Your body cowers away from his reach. He stills, “Stop,” he whispers. You look down, mentally trying your hardest to think of being anywhere else but here. When his hand reaches between your legs to clean there’s a streak of red that swirls from your womanhood. It sways in the water before dispersing. You’ve never felt so weak. So broken. You give up, shriveling into a sobbing mess.

Your vision is cloudy enough to not notice Tommy reaching in to rub small circles against your back. Suds rinsing off the long day spent putting on a happy face. Tommy scratches his fingers against your scalp. He made sure to cover every corner. He lifts a small bucket to pour over your head. Then drains the tub after finishing. He grabs a nearby towel. His hands, the same ones that have been through war, were used to pat you dry before wrapping a robe around you. It was a wedding gift from a guest.

Tommy held your hand as you stepped out of the tub. His bends down and wraps an arm just below your rear before hoisting you up bridal style Your chest collides with his. Your arms reach up involuntarily to wrap around his neck that had already been wet from sweating. He gently places you on the bed. Carefully laying your head against the pillows. He retrieves a shirt from his dresser. You dare not to look up when you see his legs in front of you. He holds the clothing in front of him, “Change into this,” before handing it over.

You take it with trembling hands. You slide the robe off your shoulders whilst trying to hide your naked body. Modesty played a key role in how you were raised. An arm slides up but misses the sleeve. You try again only for it to poke out of the neck. With Tommy standing right in front of you it only made your nerves worsen.

He reaches in and you back away. He pulls the shirt off and matches each designated sleeve with its coordinated arm, “Hands up," he holds it right above your head. Your arms move from your chest, aiming them at the ceiling. His gaze fell down to your breasts, counting the fresh bruises forming. Ushering you to push your head out the neckline. He looks away before you notice.

You felt drowsy and numb. Your body leans against the welcoming bed. For a brief moment, you take notice to Tommy’s shirt thrown on the floor. A reminder of what had happened. He pulls a drag from his coat pocket, quickly lighting up a cigarette to rid him of his nerves. He pauses for a brief moment to rub his temple. For once, in a very long time, he doesn’t know what to do, “Fuck…” he really did that. Fucking things up as usual.

He made sure to turn off the light before leaving the bedroom. He couldn’t bear to look at the state you were in, and he knew damn well you didn’t want to see him either. Tommy kept himself hidden in the guest room while you healed. He crashes almost every piece of furniture, bashing his fists against them until his knuckles bled. That night he'd drank himself to sleep.

It had been years since Tommy had prayed in a church, or in general. He didn’t see the point because of it due to what he did for a living. There was a time not too long ago when he would visit with Grace and Charlie for Sunday mass. He never once went with you. Maybe that was a forewarning. This was a punishment sent to him.

All he needed was final chance of redemption. Just one would be more than enough. He’d make it up to you, in any way he could, for the rest of his life. Tommy prayed for your happiness, to live a long and healthy life, for you and for the child growing inside of you. He prayed that you'd always feel safe. And if he were lucky that you would love him unconditionally. Nothing less. Deep down he knows he doesn't deserve it. Even in times like this he was selfish enough to want you for himself. He gathered his thoughts along his prayers, ending it with an “Amen,"

5 ½ Years later You woke up in an empty bed. Surrounded by an array of assorted pillows. You kick your legs off the bed to find your slippers placed on the ground. You lift yourself off the bed with caution. With a steady hand placed on your belly. You rub it with affection, knowing that another little one was growing inside.

As soon as you drew the curtains open you were in awe. It began snowing, it was already winter. Six years felt like ages ago. You held a palm to your bump, “I’ll see you in the spring little one,” you cooed. As you waddled down the hallway you could hear the faint sounds of laughter. You peek into Charlie’s room to find Tommy playing with the children. Charlie and his brother Thomas, trying their best to entertain the twins. Adan and Ada would burst with giggles from their brothers’ silly shenanigans. Tommy held little Finn up in the air until he spotted you in the corner of his eye, "Mommy! Mommy!" the children gathered around you.

Tommy sits his son on his torso and stretches an arm out. Flicking his wrist up for you to come over. Soon you found yourself laying on the bed with your husband by your side. Your head resting against his chest. He places a chaste kiss on your temple. Your heart flutters from the affection, “Tommy,”

“Yes dear?“

You look up at him with hooded lids, “I love you,” a faint whisper escapes your lips, gazing into his eyes you notice that there was no longer the cold look you once knew. There’s warmth to it. To him. You lean in for a kiss. He returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you ever-so-carefully. Tommy sighs into the embrace, you’re the first to part away. Resting your forehead against his. Tommy’s expression is soft, vulnerable, "I love you…so so, much..." from the moon to the stars, and sky above. There was no limit to what he would do for you.

Years ago, Thomas Michael Shelby wanted to sabotage his arranged marriage at all costs. He never realized the day he lifted your wedding veil was the day he discovered a woman he would treasure for the rest of his life. A kind, gentle, yet strong wife who had given him a loving family. You smirked against his chest. He could feel the smile forming against his skin. His prayers had finally been answered.

Fin.

Deceitfuldevout's Peaky Blinders Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One Shots:

Peaky Blinders Imagine - Platonic!Blinders x Campbell!Reader: ❤️❌https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703991093858107392/peaky-blinders-imagine?source=share

Blessed Be The Fruit - Dark!Commander!Tommy Shelby x Maiden!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/735516775906705408/blessed-be-the-fruit?source=share

Series:

Hidden Treasure - Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/707809508943151104/hidden-treasure-masterlist?source=share

Mercy - Dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/732618626482454528/mercy-masterlist?source=share&ref=deceitfuldevout

Hidden Treasure Masterlist:

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Seeking Shelter - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992502564405249/hidden-treasure-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - The Arrangement - ❌ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992629016346624/hidden-treasure-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Dearly Beloved - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703993189958369280/hidden-treasure-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - Consummation - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704000784183984128/hidden-treasure-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Jealousy - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704001527627628544/hidden-treasure-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - Punishment - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704009614548697088/hidden-treasure-part-6?source=share

Part 7 - Possession - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010151457325056/hidden-treasure-part-7?source=share

Part 8 - A New Friend - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010655292899328/hidden-treasure-part-8?source=share

Part 9 - A Funeral - 🔞 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704013534572478464/hidden-treasure-part-9?source=share

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Part 12 - Hidden Treasure -❌❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704019532282527744/hidden-treasure-part-12?source=share