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Work of art (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Michael gray x reader where the reader is ashamed of her strech marks and hides them from him and he finds out and just loves her???

To the anon who requested this: I'm sorry but I have the feeling that your request is really good for a headcannon, more than an imagine. So, I hope it doesn't bother you! ♡

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

➳ You started dating Michael a few months ago and, yet, you never had sex with him. So, he thought you wanted to save your virginity for the wedding and he never forced you.

➳ Like all men, he had desires. Desires that he showed when you were making out, but you couldn't blame him, far from it. You wanted it, but you were afraid, afraid he would see your body. You've always been very complexed because of your stretch marks.

➳ Many times you thought about making love in the dark, but it was too risky for you. This complex was eating you as much as shame was consuming you ...

➳ Your boyfriend asked repeatedly questions about why he couldn't see you naked, whereas you had already seen his body, but it doesn't go further than kisses and some caresses:

- "You don't want me?"

- "You still have your period?"

- "Is it length and the fat of my cock that scares you?" he asked in jest, helping you to relax a bit. Of course, you couldn't help but laugh. You had never seen a penis before his so you didn't had the chance to compare.

➳ You always managed to dodge the question that would make you tell the truth, but you were afraid that he would get tired of you and go elsewhere to satisfy his sexual desires.

➳ You were always at Michael's or he was at your home when your parents were away. One day, while you were waiting for Michael at his place, you decided to run a bath since you still had a good hour to wait before he returned to his place. When your clothes littered the floor, you were completely naked and getting ready to enter the bathtub, the door opened.

➳ You immediately grabbed the towel and covered your body the best you could even if it was already too late. Of course, you were embarrassed because you would have preferred him seeing you for the first time in other circumstances, but also because he had probably seen your stretch marks.

➳ "Michael, couldn't you knock?!"

"It's my flat and I didn't think you would be here." he protested, raising hands in the air to show his innocence, but the smile of this cheeky little bastard said otherwise.

➳ Approaching you, he pulled slowly on the towel to finally have the chance to see your body, but also not to rush you and make sure you wanted the same thing. Except you hold the towel, having crimson cheeks.

➳ "Stop, please..." you whispered.

"Why? Everytime we're about to have sex, you're blocking yourself and I still don't know why... Tell me what's wrong, what I can do to put you at ease..." he said before he kissed the tip of your nose with tenderness.

"It's not your fault, Michael. I just don't like my body... To be honest, I hate it..."

➳ He looked at you like you were crazy and he frowned, obviously he didn't understand. So, when he began to gently pull on the towel again, you let him do it while you closed your eyes, refusing to see his reaction. You were sure he would look at you with disgust.

➳ The towel slipped and you felt embarrassed like you had never been before. When you felt the tips of his fingers trace each curve of your body, you shivered. He was so delicate... At this moment, you felt less ashamed.

➳ "You're very beautiful. What's the problem, baby girl?"

You opened your eyelids and you looked into his beautiful gray-greenish eyes while a glimmer of desire shone there.

"I hate the stretch marks I wear on my body. I hate them so much, Michael..." you explained shyly.

➳ Caressing your stretch marks before he laid kisses on EVERY part of your skin that was affected by your complex.

➳ "Your body is a work of art and these marks are a detail of it, love." 

Blow your brain (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hey! Could you write a michael x reader where the reader is a dancer at a cabaret they fall in love and when they are together her ex keeps bothering her and one day michael finds out her ex has beaten her up so he takes her to polly and makes a visit to the ex??????

Warnings: violence, blood

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

In your profession, you saw everything, including very stupid people. Many times you had to deal with disrespectful and sometimes violent men, but you always managed to get away with it and then, after all, the security people were there for that. You never went on adate with a client, at least until you met Michael.

It was love at first sight and even if you pushed him back a bit at the beginning, you couldn’t escape your feelings for a long time before you were completely infatuated with him and accepting dates. The formalization of your relationship was still recent, you were in couple for only a few months and yet, you've never felt so good in the arms of a man. None, except Michael Gray made you shudder just by touching you innocently, none managed to make your heart beat in your chest at the slightest kiss or made you blush at the slightest glance. In reality, he was the only exception. Yet, with your work as a cabaret dancer you have met hundreds of men, without ever one of them winning your heart.

Of course, Michael wasn’t your first serious relationship, you were with someone two years ago and it ended badly. Your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful to you as soon as he could, to his family and friends, even in your presence. If only it was the single thing... Except that it didn’t stop there, when he drank too much, in addition to insults and threats against you, sometimes he became violent. More than once, he failed to abuse you physically. You have ended up escaping him, to his greatest regret and your greatest happiness, but also for your freedom.

"What do you want, William?” You asked harshly. He showed up to the cabaret, late at night while the closing approached. Two years that you had not seen him, a year and a half that you felt safe; everything seemed to fall apart even if you didn’t show it.

"Did you really believe that...? Do you want me to remind you why I never wanted to see you again?” You responded calmly whereas your blood was boiling.

"Babe-"

"Don’t bloody call me babe! I'm not your girlfriend anymore and will never be again! "

He glared at me, but I did not move, keeping my arms crossed, being determined.

"You get out of here. End of the story.” You ordered, pointing fingers the exit.

You couldn’t imagine this psychopath would continue for a week and that one day he would wait for the closing of the cabaret and stay in the back, out of sight. Completely dressed, in a quite decent outfit, you would clutch your coat against yourself and hurry up to go home quickly. You weren’t stupid, a girl shouldn’t hang out in those corners after dark.

We always say that it only happens to the others. But above all, that we are part of these others and that there is no reason to be spared.

You only understood it when you were pushed to the ground. When you tried to get up, the fist of a man flew against your jaw, not strong enough to break it but he put enough strength to make you scream in pain and be banged up. It didn’t stop there. Another blow was carried to your nose, blood flowing from your nostrils. You couldn’t breathe anymore. A throbbing pain took your skull by storm. You didn’t have time to focus on the pain that a kick came to break one of your ribs. A blow in the stomach. You couldn’t breathe or move without being in agony. Although you managed to open your mouth, no sound escaped. The words were stuck in your throat. You were almost certain that you were about to bleed internally.

When the man stepped back, probably satisfied with his work, and he walked around your body, the faint light of the moon revealed his face. William. Of course... Who else? You closed your eyes to make him believe that you had just lost consciousness, betting on your talents as an actress, fearing he would start again.

His steps went away until you could not hear him anymore and you attempted to get up, without success. You were just falling back. Knees on the paved floor, hands resting on the wall, you tried again before you perceive this voice that reassured you so much…

"Y/N! What…? What happened to you?!” He exclaimed, panicked at seeing your condition.

He helped you to get up before carrying you like a bride. He decided to take you to a safe place, where you could be healed and rest without any fear. On the way, you managed to explain to him what happened even though your jaw and your belly hurt so badly. Never, ever, had you ever been able to see how much hate flowed in Michael's veins even though he was standing in front of you. His pupils were so dilated that it was difficult to see his gray/green orbs.

Once there, you understood that he had brought you to his mother's house. You hadn’t met her even though you had already passed once in front of her beautiful house. The reason? You were scared. Feared she would think you didn’t meet her expectations as a stepdaughter... This time, the question didn’t arise; you were in too bad shape. However, the pain became intolerable and to defend yourself, your body could only do one thing... Make you lose consciousness.

*

Michael had had very dark moments in his life: being snatched away from his mother, what Father Hughes had done to him during his childhood or when the Vendetta happened. When on the way you told him who did this to you, your ex-boyfriend, William, and you gave him the address of his apartment, the young Gray already had a plan in mind. Simple and efficient. So, when he went there, he broke down the door and roamed through the apartment.

The bastard slept peacefully in his bed, but that didn’t stop your current boyfriend from pulling him out of his sleep. Even before William knew what was going on, a well-placed blow fractured his jaw, then it was around his nose, his ribs, and his stomach. It was exactly the way he had hurt you. Except that he didn’t stop there, he planted a blade in the hand of the coward, then in his knee, making him scream in pain. Once his face and body were bleeding, satisfaction began to win Michael.

"Did you like to hurt her, bastard?"

"N-No..." William stammered, tears running down his cheeks.

"Repeat after me: I'm an asshole, weak and a coward. I will never touch a woman again, as well to strike her as to fuck her because I only deserve loneliness and to die in agony."

"What? No!"

"Alright..."

Michael took out the pistol he was hiding in his holster, removed the safety catch and pointed it between the other man's eyes.

"You will have deserved it..."

"No, no, no! I’m sorry!” He shouted, crying like a child before a liquid running down the floor was heard, then a smell of urine infested the air, mixing with the blood one.

"You're disgusting! You're not even a man, at the slightest threat you end up pissing on you.” Michael commented before putting his gun back in place and leaned over William. "Listen to me, if you start again and if you approach less than 55 yards of Y/N, this time it's as Peaky Blinders that I will blow your brain with a bullet on which will be inscribed your name. Understood?"

“Y-Yes… I u-under-understood…”

"Have a good night, pisser."

And it’s in these words that Michael has returned to your bedside, ready to take care of you.

Sex or more? (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if u could do a michael gray x reader where she has become his secretary and has a crush on her. Polly knows that she likes him back and thinks that michael only wants her to fuck so she scares her but michael finds out, looks for her and brings her back ??? Thanks!!💘💘

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

+ I know it’s not by best work, but I’m so tired ‘cause when I’m posting this, it’s very laaaaate in France. x)

***

➳  You became Michael Gray's secretary about two months ago, some of your relatives weren’t as enthusiastic as you, but you didn’t care. It was your first real job and it couldn’t have been better, Shelby Company Ltd paid its secretaries quite well. So why would you refuse? Not to mention that your young boss was someone nice and pretty to look at... You couldn’t lie to yourself and tell you that working with him was unpleasant.

➳  Crushing on him so hard and blush every time he flirts with you. Your salary increased, without knowing why, but you never asked too many questions.

➳  He started to walk you home every night, so you learnt to discover each other until he invited you to go out with him some evenings, but it never really was a date.

➳ Finally, he settled a date, it was romantic and classy. It was the best night of your life, and that's how you understood that you liked him, except that you weren’t aware that the feeling was shared. After all, lately Michael had caught the reputation of a skirt-chaser...

➳ However, Michael was genuine, even though you didn’t notice. On the other hand, everyone around you saw very well that you crushed on Michael since you have never been talented to hide your feelings. And if everyone had noticed, Polly was one of the first to have seen it...

➳ Polly fucking Shelby. By talking to her, you ended up discovering that she had supernatural gifts and that she was able to discover a lot of things that were sometimes impossible. So, in the late afternoon, when she came into Michael's office while he was away, you felt something fishy was happening. Unfortunately, you weren’t wrong…

"Yes, Mrs. Gray? What can I do for you? Michael is not here."

"I came for you. I will be very clear with you: I know you love my son."

➳ You looked at her as if you hadn’t shit for weeks, your face lost all its colors and you became very nervous, unable to hold in place.

"Excuse me?”  

"Don’t play the girl who doesn’t know what I'm talking about, it's cliché. Look, you're not a bad girl and you don’t deserve that, but you have to know... Michael just wants to fuck you."

Agape, you looked in her eyes to see if she was joking, but when you realized that she was serious and you looked away as your sight blurred. You wanted to cry, except that you were holding back to not lose your credibility with Polly.

➳ No longer able to hold you back, you storm out of the office and return to your home without a word. What said this woman had hurt you in the depths of your being and you didn’t know what to do. The worst thing is that you believed her.

➳ When Michael came back to the office, there wasn’t the slightest trace of you, he decided to call you, but when you got down and his voice began to reach you, you hung up immediately. This worried him and started to question his anterior actions, which is why he went to ask his mother if she knew something.

"Mom, why Y/N isn’t here?” He asked, credulous.

"I told her the truth.” She replied, smoking a cigarette while she read some papers.

"What truth, damn it?!"

"That you just want to have sex with her. I don’t want this non-reciprocal feelings to affect her work before it's too late to go back."

"WHAT?! It's ridiculous!” He shouted, angrily.

➳ He left and drove to your house before knocking on your door and calling from outside. He climbed the gutter to reach your window, which he knocked on before discovering that your room was empty. Michael went down again and opened the front door. Once at your place, it’s on your balcony overlooking the outdoor courtyard that he found you back to him, sitting on one of the chairs.

"Y/N…"

"What are you doing here, Michael?” You questioned him without turning around, afraid he would see your red and wet eyes.

"I know what my mother told you and she’s wrong, although she says she can read people's intentions, see ghosts, and so on. I don’t particularly want to have sex with you even if you’re a very beautiful young woman. "

“So, what…?”

Finally, you dared to turn around and met his eyes, a beautiful smile stretched his kissable lips.

"I really like you. So, would you like to continue working for me and going out with me after work?"

How could you refuse?

Periods

Request: alfie solomons x reader imagines where reader is on her period? also one for john?

Warnings: none, periods are a normal thing.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Alfie Solomons:

➳ Him wanting you to stay in bed:

“Alfie, you know I can’t!” you sighed.          

“Well, I’m going to call your boss and he will fucking accept because he’s a good man, innit?” he said, spreading his arms for you to take refuge there while an amused smile stretched his plump lips

“No, because he’s afraid of Alfie Solomons and his dreadful Jewish gang.”

“That’s fantastic, you can rest whenever you want, pet.”

You shook your head, hopeless and complied to his wish if it reassured him…

➳ He asked Cyril to take care of you even if he’s just a dog…

“Look, I need you to watch over her when I’m not at home. Alright, mate?”

“Woof!”

“Yeah, of course, you will have your reward.”

➳ He was used to periods, thanks to his sisters. So, knowing you were on your period or that you stained the bed sheets, it has never disgusted or surprised him. He was cool with that.

➳ Sometimes, he asked advices to his sisters and his mother:

“So, what stops the pain, Ima?”

“Giving me grandchildren, Alfred. It works every time and for nine months.”

➳ Putting hot clothes on your stomach to ease with the cramps and telling your stories about his childhood to distract you from the pain. Then, he asked you about having children, joking about the fact you won’t bleed from your vagina during nine months, which led you to slap him on his shoulder.

➳ Baking your favorite pastries when he came back home because he knew how much you were greedy on your period, but also you always said he had golden hands.

John Shelby:

➳ “I’m dying John, I swear!” you yelled after he teased you about being a weak woman. Nope, this month Mother Nature was so harsh with you, that is was intolerable.

➳ You kept massaging your tummy to help with the cramps and you just wanted to sleep, whereas all the kids were shouting or fighting over something, as always. “JOHN FUCKING SHELBY solve your children problem or I will break your neck!” Yep, it was harsh, but you still loved his kids and he knew it.

➳ Even if he liked mocking you, when he saw you were in a really bad shape, he silenced the kids so that you could sleep without being disturbed.

➳ “Shit, I didn’t impregnate you this month!”

“And if you do, I will cut your balls and feed the dog with them.” You responded, curled on yourself. “Six children are already a lot. We don’t need more.”

“But we don’t have one together…” he murmured, dropping kisses on your neck.

Sure, you wanted kids, but you preferred to wait. So, you contented yourself with having your period.

(A/n: in this one, Esme died, not John. That’s why they are already six kids, not four.)

➳ John was literally a rabbit, not having sex for almost a week was hard for him, especially if you were physically close to him. So there were a lot of displays of affection at home, in bed, which led to jerk him off.

➳ Making him massage your ovaries to calm them, to ease your mood.

➳ “John..?” you called in the darkness of the night before you turned on the bedside light. “John, wake up!” you startled him and he looked at you with narrow eyes, not fully awake.

“What do you want eh? It’s 3 a.m.!”

“I want chocolate.”

“What?”

“I want chocolate!” you repeated.

“Can’t you move your ass to the kitchen?” he questioned, fixing his gaze on you.

“It was my nice request for you to move to change the sheets because I’m swimming in a pool of blood.” You explained with a smile, seeing him grimace.

“You still want the chocolate?” he asked nicely before he stole you a kiss.

Yeah, you had your way to soften that man.

Someone else better than him (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Helloo, could you please do a michael x reader where the reader is a barmaid or waitress at the garrison, she has a boyfriend. Everyone knows Michael likes her and want them to be together and john tease him about it. Her boyfriend cheats on her and Michael conforts her. And then he tells her he loves her and wants her to be his gf???

Warnings: cheating + not my best work, I know, but I’m overwhelmed by everything I had to do :(

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Like every Friday night, the Garrison was crowded, impossible to get around without pushing someone or crushing some feet. It was in these situations that you blessed the lord to be barmaid and not waitress. Even if you had people at the bar, it was always better and then at least you had time to chat with customers or even the Shelby’s.

While you were serving a man in his 40s, you saw John Shelby and Michael Gray sitting at the counter and chatting. The smile that stretched John's lips was not unknown to you, he was certainly annoying his cousin and your curiosity prevailed by trying to listen to their conversation like a spy.

“By the time you make a move towards her, she will have had time to get married three times and have ten kids!” John joked, so Michael sighed, shaking his head.

"John, it's not that easy. She has a boyfriend."

"And so?”

"I would be surprised if she took it well."

I finished serving the last customers before moving on to those two, cutting them off in their discussion.

"Michael, John, what can I serve you?” I asked, smiling.

"Two whiskey, please, Y/N.” Michael replied, looking down at his hands.

I served them before dealing with the payments, making sure no one scammed us and I took the opportunity to listen to them resume their discussion. Wrong? Yes. Interesting? Really.

"What happened to Michael Gray, the guy who can fuck any girl he wants?"

"I don’t want to fuck her, that's what you don’t understand.” growled the youngest of the two.

"So, what? That's why you have no more balls to try anything? Or is it because you're afraid she thinks you have a dick too small? "

"Shut up.” Michael retorted before lowering his glass and snapping it on the varnished wooden counter.

"You know what? If I wasn’t married, I would already have tried something with Y/N.” he murmured, but not low enough so I could hear.

I couldn’t help but blush and tried to avoid their eyes the rest of the evening. It’s true that I had always found Michael pretty handsome, intelligent and friendly. Maybe more than once, my heart had missed a beat, but I had always ignored this great attraction towards him. I had never wanted to disrespect my boyfriend, considering that he didn’t deserve it, especially since we had been together for a year and a half. He came to visit me more than once during my services and this led to arguments, he was convinced that something was going on between me and Michael because of the continuous innuendos of the Shelby or because that I got on very well with the Chief Accountant of Shelby Company Ltd.

After closing the pub, you went home like every night, exhausted and having only one desire: to sleep. Ten minutes later, you found yourself in your boyfriend's building, went up the two floors and arrived at the front door; low moans of man and especially of woman came to your ear. You frowned and then widened your eyes as you understood what was happening. Alexander was doing what you forbade yourself, in the sheets you shared together. You didn’t need to check, it was useless, you weren’t stupid to believe that it was just a misunderstanding. You took out of your bag, a sheet of paper and a pen before scribbling these few words:

"You have chosen another that isn’t me, but don’t expect to see me again, except to come get my things. Good luck with her, hoping she will be the right one. - Y/N L/N"

You were sad, it was the case to say it, but you hadn’t shed a tear. Maybe you didn’t love him as before, and obviously it was reciprocal, but you would have preferred it to end otherwise. To deceive you and count on keeping it as a secret, there was nothing more cowardly.

You decided to turn back your way, going to your own flat.

*

The next day was a little more difficult, this story gnawed at you all night, not to mention that you couldn’t get Michael off your head either. Obviously, you liked him and it was reciprocal. Now, you were single and you wondered if anything could happen between you two... To be honest, you were a bit lost, between this break and the opportunity to be with Michael... This break affected you even if you didn’t want to admit it.

You were cleaning the counter as the first guests arrived; it was still a bit early when you saw Michael walk through the pub door alone. Usually, he always was with someone. You didn’t get up and continued your work until he sat on the stool in front of you.

"Hello Michael, what do you want?"

"Hi, Y/N. A whiskey, please."

You nodded with a small smile and served him immediately as you felt his gaze constantly on you. When you looked up, you met her beautiful gaze as his eyebrows furrowed.

“You really have dark circles under your eyes tonight, what's going on?” he asked, looking worried before taking a sip of his drink.

"Here are ways to seduce a woman!” I replied with an irony, a small smile on my lips. It was true that my dark circles had taken a rather purplish color that night, because of my lack of sleep. "Let's say that... I almost surprised my boyfriend, finally ex, cheating on me. And then other little things that it took me time to fall asleep and that my sleep wasn’t renovator."

"He did WHAT?!” he almost choke on his whiskey and gawk like an idiot.

"Cheated. He cheated on me, Michael. But it’s going to be okay... "

I looked down at the counter, feeling my throat tighten. A person in whom I had great confidence betrayed me and there was nothing I could do against it, except wait for time to pass and let the wound heal.

"He doesn’t deserve you. You'll find someone else better than him..."

"I think I already found it..." you thought.

"If I was him, I wouldn’t have done that.” he added, looking into my eyes.

"What would have you done?” I asked, leaning towards him.

"I would have stayed by your side, faithful and I would have waited patiently for you to come back, to take you in my arms and kiss you” he confessed, murmuring, his voice hoarse.

My heart began to accelerate at his revelation. I bit my lower lip, bringing my face close to his.

"What's stopping you?"

"I want you to know something first: I have strong feelings for you for a while and knowing you with him became unbearable. I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I'm glad you're not with him anymore."

"Know one thing," I repeated, like him. "It's reciprocal."

It was all he needed to slide a hand behind my neck and put his lips against mine for a passionate kiss.

There’s plenty more fish in the sea.

You grow up too fast (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hey, can u write an imagine or hc about being ada's bff and going to polly's, meeting michael??? He falls in love w her and takes her on a date and to a family meeting were he presents her as his girl

Warnings: none, only fluff

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

➳ When you met Ada, you were 16 and even if she was already 22, you understood each other so well and if you weren’t straight, you would probably fall in love with this woman. Now, you’re her best friend for 6 years and you only met Tommy when he broke into her house, to see if she was doing well. So yep, you never met the others Shelby in Polly’s house until that day. Ada absolutely wanted you to meet her brothers, her cousin and her aunt.

➳ At the beginning, even if they were nice to you, because Ada trusted you with her whole heart, you were so shy. For you to relax, John and Arthur had in mind to make you laugh with their best puns and jokes, and it worked. Even Polly chatted with you like you belonged to this family. To summarize, it was really nice.

➳ But there was Michael, you couldn’t help but blushed every time you met his gaze. He was handsome, well-mannered and a bit mysterious. So, at the end of the day, when he asked you on a date while all of his family members were doing something, you were surprised. Then, you gladly accepted, wanting to know him.

➳ Asking Ada for help to choose your clothes, hairstyle and makeup for your date. She was almost as excited as you were and she openly hoped you would become a real family member, like Mrs. Gray, which made you blush because it was so soon!

➳ Michael was hot as always.

➳ Him gaping when he saw you before he managed to compliment you:

“Wow… You’re incredibly beautiful, Y/N.”

➳ Taking you to a fancy restaurant, the kind where you had never stepped before. You were completely amazed. The food was excellent, at the top of the gastronomy.

➳ Michael couldn’t stop looking at you when he had the chance to. He found you so beautiful, intelligent and he loved when you were shy, he thought it was cute.

➳ His heart was beating like crazy and poor boy; he didn’t understand immediately what was happening to him. Then, he remembered what people told him, what if feels like to fall in love. At this moment, he knew he was falling so hard for you.

➳ At the end of the diner, he couldn’t resist you and your desirable lips. He gathered his courage, taking your hand in his, caressing your flushed cheek and he kissed you, putting all his love in the kiss. Then, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you only could accept, otherwise you would be crazy!

➳ You were in a relationship for two months, keeping it a secret, before you decided to reveal the truth to the Shelby’s, except Ada who knew because you couldn’t hide it to her.

➳ There was a family meeting between the Shelby’s, but Michael insisted for you to come because it was the best occasion to tell them. So you entered Thomas’s manor hand in hand and when they saw you, hands intertwined, you had nothing to explain. They congratulated the two of you.

“When is the wedding?” asked Ada to tease you a bit before taking you in her arms, whispering in your ear “Aw, you grow up too fast, my Y/N!” which made you laugh.

The clementine (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: : Hi, could I please request a Michael gray X reader where you and him meet at the orphanage, when you were young and you and him made a promise to be with each other for ever and marry each other . Then one day he is adopted by the people who adopted him, and he promises he will find you. Your about 16 and looking for a house in the village he lives and you ask for the address and he imdiatley knows it's you. He invites you to dinner , but that night Tommy gets him. You can decide if they meet up

Warnings: none + Little anon, I know I’m super late for this one and I’m so sorry that it’s not as good as you hoped (and it’s short...), but I didn’t wanted to make you wait longer :( ♡

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

PART 2 

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From the age of three, you came at the orphanage. Your mother had just died and your father had decided that he didn’t want to take care of you. Even if you missed your family, you loved having a lot of siblings, you had never been so surrounded by children! So how could you complain?

Everyone knows that children have pure hearts and real feelings, they don’t lie about it unlike adults. Is it possible to find your soul mate at this age? You could say yes. When you put your eyes on Michael Gray, you got hooked on him, you became best friends and more. What could be more cute than seeing children running after each other and hiding under the tables of the canteen to kiss on the mouth?

When another child came to bother you, Michael answered with words, he was already good at silencing others and sometimes he came to blows, not being afraid to get punished for you. Yet, it was only ten months later that a family came to adopt him. They had let him two days to get ready and say goodbye to his friends. You were both devastated, on the sentimental scale of a child, but destroyed. Those two days, you had spent them together. The last evening, before the meal, it was in the big garden, away from prying eyes, that he proposed to you. Hand in hand, you watched the sunset before he got down on bended knee.

"Y/N, I love you very much and I don’t want to leave. Because I love you and I don’t want you to forget me, do you want to marry me?” He asked as he took a clementine from his pocket, wrapped in a clean cloth handkerchief.

You nodded before hugging him and planting a brief kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Mickey."

"I promise you that I will find you and one day we will marry like adults!"

Unfortunately, it was thirteen years ago. You never heard from your childhood love again, but you dreamed to see him again. He missed you. The only thing left of him was that tissue that remained intact. You had never built relationships so strongly with anyone except him. A few years later, a family also adopted you, and you were fortunate that they were adorable and understanding. At the age of sixteen, you began your research before finding the footsteps of Michael, now named Henry Johnson and living in a village on the outskirts of Sheffield.

When you managed to find the village, you quickly made some luggage and asked your adoptive mother to go there. Very sweet, she accepted but provided she came, to make sure everything went well.

The fresh air of the village was very pleasant compared to the big industrialized cities where the air was completely polluted. Even the birds sang and nature wasn’t lacking. It was very nice. Upon entering the village, you soon found a small inn. Even so, you wanted to keep your independence and do things yourself, which is why you wanted to go looking for him in the village alone. When a young man passed in front of you, you scratched your throat shyly.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Henry Johnson... Could you tell me where I can find him, please?"

When you met the young man's gaze, he froze and gaped for a few seconds before recovering.

"Y/N, it's me, Michael..." he murmured.

Eyes wide, it was your turn to scrutinize his eyes before you immediately took refuge in his arms.

"Oh my God... I can’t believe I found you..."

You had a lot to say to each other and he couldn’t help but to bring you to his place for dinner after you told your adoptive mother. So, you met the little Johnson family, they were nice and polite people, but you felt that something was wrong with Michael. As if... As if he was out of place. You were playing with Michael and his brother, the sun was starting to set and the dinner was coming up. Until you all three saw a man talking to Rosemary Johnson, she seemed to want to get the well-dressed man away. A man from the city and probably with money.

You followed the whole discussion and quickly understood what was going on, even if you were still behind. This man wanted to get Michael and bring him back to his real family, far from the village, far from Sheffield. When the man left and Rosemary made you go inside, you recognized a glimmer in his eyes that you had seen when you had found him a few hours earlier. He would go back to his real family, it was a certainty. Would he away from you, again? It was your biggest fear.

"I don’t want to lose you again..." you whispered hugging him.

"I have to go there. Meet my real family, my mother..." he replied with a kiss on the top of your head.

"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."

"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.

The clementine, part 2 (Michael Gray x reader)

Read Part 1 before this.

Warnings: sad, Michael being a little shit

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

PART 1

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"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."

"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.

If only. If only his words were true. If only he wasn’t a liar…

Going to Birmingham was enough for him to totally forget you, as if you had never existed, to the point of ignoring all the letters you sent to him. At the tenth, over a whole year, still spacing the send time a little, you ended up giving up.

"Maybe the address isn’t the right one..." you tried to reassure yourself the best you could, but deep inside you knew very well that he could have found you, he knew your address. So, when you went back to his adoptive mother house, to hear about him, you learned very quickly that he had even broke off all ties with the woman who had fed, educated and loved him for years. No wonder... If he didn’t talk to her anymore, why would he talk to you? When the anger seized you, passing in front of the well wish he hated so much, your rage spilled. The famous well he hated... Chance or not, a worker had just stopped not far from the well and when he left his business unattended, you hastened to take the hammer he owned and you have hammered the well. It was not enough to destroy it, but it was to damage it a little at a certain place. When one of the bricks gave way completely, you picked it up before leaving, having an idea in mind.

What you were about to discover was going to destroy you.

When you went to Birmingham, you discovered with amazement that people only had a few words in their mouths: the Peaky Blinders. Even in the restaurant in which you were, you could hear a group of men and women talking about it vaguely. Your legendary curiosity pushed you to join the group before asking a few questions to a young woman of your age.

"But who are these guys? The Peaky Blinders?"

Credulously? You were. To be honest, you had never been interested in gangsters.

"The gang who run this city! The Shelby family. A lot of men and some women. I know you must not get in their way, unless you have to flee the city or worse, end up with a bullet between your eyes..." she finally whispered.

Shelby... Shelby... That name rang a bell to you. You had already heard it somewhere, but you couldn’t put a face on that name.

“Are they old? Young? Have they been doing this for a long time...?” You asked after swallowing a mouthful of your apple crumble.

"Tommy, the leader is in his thirties, John is a little younger and Arthur is a bit older. There is Ada, the only sister and there is a teenager. After that, there's their aunt, I think... Um... Polly! Polly Gray. And finally, Michael Gray. The rest, I will say, they are dogsbodies."

You failed to choke at her announcement. Michael Gray... Your Michael Gray? Yes, it could only be him, otherwise the name Shelby wouldn’t have mean anything to you. The man who came a few years ago was a Shelby, a family member.

"Where can I find them?"

You almost were treated of nut, madwoman, just by having the idea of wanting to meet them, but you insisted without explaining your reasons. Finally, the young woman ended up yield to giving you a very vague address: "Small Heath is their headquarters."

It wasn’t until late afternoon that you called a taxi driver to go to this small and poor neighborhood. And even if you didn’t feel in your place, having lived in a family and a respectable neighborhood, you walked with your head up without attracting prying eyes on you. It didn’t take long for an old man to tell you where the Garrison was, where you had a good chance of finding the Shelby’s. The closer you got to your goal, the more nervous you became. Your hands were moist and trembling, your heart was beating fast as your stomach twisted.

In the evening, when you passed the doors of the pub, you looked at each man. You didn’t see him. However, a couple or what appeared to be one, caught your attention by their behavior. The woman was straddling the man, kissing, while his hands were strolling on her body.

"How can they do this in public?” you thought. When you were about to turn your head, your heart missed a beat before he broke. The young woman had just back up from the man. A man who was none other than Michael Gray. The man who refused to answer your letters without any reason. The man you hadn’t seen for more than four years. The man you loved and with whom you had to get married. The man who had just broken your heart for the first time. Tears were rising, but you drove them away. You had to talk to him, try to understand... You waited for the brunette to leave before you sat at his table, facing him as he took out a small blue bottle from his pocket.

"Michael..."

When he heard his name, he raised his nose and faced you. The words were stuck in your throat. For almost a minute neither of you spoke, at least until you decided to break the silence.

"Why didn’t you answer my letters...?” you asked in a low voice, delicately.

He bit his lower lip before opening the bottle, putting the white powder on the table next to some bills. You weren’t stupid, you knew recognized the drug, cocaine, even if you had never seen it yourself.

"How is it possible? He never would have done that four or five years ago...?"

He didn’t answer and just rolled the thin bundle of notes.

"I'm talking to you! Answer me, Goodness!"

He raised his eyes, his emerald eyes gazing at you for a few seconds before focusing again on the snow.

"Cause, I didn’t have a special reason to do it. What would you have served me? To nothing. You would have caused me problems and then... You're not fun. In fact, you are rather the opposite: boring. Do you really think I want to settle down when I can have all the girls I want? When I can go out, drink and use drugs without having to justify myself? I guess you already have the answer, if you think a bit.” he replied coldly, his features severe before he sniffed the cock rail he had just prepared.

If your heart wasn’t already broken, it had just been shattered and reduced to ashes. Nevertheless, you found great strength inside of you to prevent yourself from bursting into tears like a child, even if it was hard. Having your heart trampled on by your first love is far from easy.

You looked at him in the eyes, a few seconds, to see if he didn’t play a joke, but he was very serious. Another hit to take... At that moment, you understood that the Michael you had known and liked no longer existed. The sharp contrast between the children’s purity and the adult dark world hit you hard.

"Now, can you leave before Genevieve comes back? She promised me a thousand and one wonders tonight, whereas she’s not an easy girl and you risk to ruin everything."

Your chest rose frantically under the effect of rage that you were trying to control. In addition to ridiculing you and your feelings, he behaved like the king of assholes. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Even before you both could realize it, your hand slammed against his cheek.

"I hate you, Michael Gray! Go to hell!” you spat angrily, throwing at him the brick of the wish well.

You left the bar, not giving him time to react. What was the point? To insult and humiliate you more? In any case, nothing would bring you back the man you loved. It was the last time you saw Michael Gray, your childhood and youth love.

Perfect sexual partner - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Warnings: age gap, smut, breeding kink

Request : Hello love! May a request an something with tommy or john u decide, where the innocent and shy reader is usually already very submissive, bu then somehow john or tommy find out that she has a breeding kink and then use it with her, also it would be awesome if there was an age gap between them thanks

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for a long time, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. I haven’t written in English for almost a year. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Dating John Shelby was something. This guy was insatiable, he had a pretty impressive sex drive, but you couldn't complain, you enjoyed sex. Of course, you weren't with him just for that, you also loved his personality! Besides, it was no wonder that John had so many kids! If you were usually more innocent and shy, that also reflected in bed. Submitted, you were, no doubt. If John told you to give him a blowjob, you would do it. If he told you to put in this or that position, you did it without questioning his word. Above all, you both loved doggy style. He dominated you as you liked him, but there was also that beastly side that attracted both of you.

Young, gaining experience thanks to your boyfriend, you gave him a lot of freedom. John’s kids ended up with Polly for the weekend, to celebrate your six months with your boyfriend. You had the house for both of you. Let’s say you’ve tried all the surfaces of the house before returning to the classic place : the bed.

On all fours, you find yourself at the mercy of this Shelby. Hands on your hips, the man pounded you from behind, on the bed. But sex, with John, wasn’t always serious... You liked to tease him, even if you were submissive.

"So, Grandpa, you have a lot of energy tonight!" you teased him with a big smile. It didn't take him more than a second to speed up the pace and your sighs of pleasure became real moans.

"Me? A Grandpa? Wait to see! " he growled in your ear.

Not that John was old, far from it, he was almost 35 years. But your age gap of 13 years could be felt and you liked to tease him on that, once in private, because you were too shy to do it in public.

Stung by your remark, John decided to make you regret your words. He picked up the pace and used all his knowledge about your body, your weaknesses, to get you as close to an orgasm as possible in a record time. And when he felt that you were reaching it, he stopped all movement and pulled out.

"John... No... Please..."

"Please, who?"

"Please, darling "

"No. Repeat after me "please, my young stallion".

You almost laughed, but you repeated his sentence word for word.

"I apologize for insulting you old people. Now I'm going to let you kiss me like the little prude that I am, ”he continued. Again, you do so by wagging your buttocks against his cock so that it picks up where you left off.

"I apologize for insulting you old people. Now I'm going to let you kiss me like the little prude that I am… ”

But it wasn’t over. Without knowing where it came from and why, you continued:

"And I want you to fill me with your cum to have your children..."

John's eyes widened and then, the frowned for a moment as you blushed visibly. A wave of excitement overwhelmed him. It was the first time he heard that! However, a smile stretched his lips and he penetrated you again. It didn't take long to catch up the same rhythm.

"John... I’m... I’m gonna..."

"That's it, scream my name, beg me to fill you!"

"John... please, oh please...! Make me full of your babies!"

Your pleas raised the temperature, the pleasure soared and suddenly, John felt his orgasm approaching. If he had gotten into the habit of pulling out in time, unlike with his ex-wife Martha, he would cum inside of you. He stayed inside of you a few minutes, then a stream of semen flowed from your pussy. You rushed to put the sperm back in your vagina, your cheeks flushed while your boyfriend's eyes were shining with mischief.

He had just found a very interesting new kink and he didn’t intend to abandon it so quickly... Far from it...

Basically, he also had a kink breeding but had never exploited it. He had finally found the perfect sexual partner. Oh, he was sure he would never get tired of you.

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hey, anon! I did my best, so I hope you liked reading this! :)

Coward - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Warnings: none

Request : Do you write AUs? If so can i request a john one where he has to tell the reader that they can't see eachother anymore because he doesn't like her, but it's actually because he is scared for her getting involved w his business, she reacts very badly and she moves out of the town, maybe they reunite again somehow? (it’s a modernAU)

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for a long time, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. I haven’t written in English for almost a year. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

+ John is 27 in this story

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John wasn’t the type of guy to text a girl to break with her or to tell her they couldn’t see each other anymore. He had always found it coward. At least, until the day he had no choice but to make such an announcement to Y/N. How? 'Or' What ? How could he do it without immediately regretting? Suddenly he had become a coward, he was afraid to say things in front of Y/N, not that she scared him, far from it. No, he didn't want her smile to disappear. He didn't want to see tears in her eyes. He didn’t want to hear her delicious voice insulting him. All he wanted was to keep a perfect image of the woman he loved.

So one evening, when he was in his bed, he grabbed his mobile phone and tapped on his touch screen. He rewrites the message over and over again, until he finds it suitable. When he clicked on "send," his heart sank. He was afraid that she would react very badly, he knew her bad temper. In reality, he hoped she would ignore him and move on, that was the best, he thought.

John - Y/N, I didn't want to send you this message. I wish I never got there and I need to get straight to the point. We can’t see each other anymore. I guess you kinda know why, I’ve already mentioned some things in the past and I only want to preserve you. Protect you. I hope you don't hold it against me and that you understand my choice. I wish you the best.

For her part, Y/N had just come out of a good shower where she had relaxed. She had only one desire: to watch a series on Netflix, until she fell asleep. It was the plan for a quiet Sunday night. In pajamas, damped hair, but brushed, she turned on her television. Suddenly, her mobile phone vibrated. She immediately grabbed the device, unlocked it, and glanced at the message. When her eyes scanned John's words, her heart sank and his hands began to tremble. She took a deep breath. She was tempted to answer him just "fuck you, asshole," but she changed her mind, it was sorely lacking in maturity. He had just jabbed at her in the heart and she was planning to give him a taste of his own medicine. She thought for a moment before typing her answer. A sharp answer, full of truth... Truth always hurts.

"Take that, John!” she mentally growled.

Y/N - If you didn't want to send this message, you shouldn't have written it first, don't you think? Preserve me? Protect me? Too late, I already have a foot in the quicksand, I know enough to be sucked into the lot of problems of the Peaky Blinders. You’re just a scared selfish man. A kid. I think that's it, you're just a scared nipper. But you know what? It's perfect, it would have permitted me not to invest myself more with someone like you. I hope you make it to day you're 28-year-old[1]

John's eyes widened when he read the answer. She had impaled his heart. Y/N was very angry with him, she wasted no time to block him on the few social media he used (under other names, etc.), as well as his mobile number. She wasted no time in dialing her mother's number. She would go at her home, she couldn't stay in the same city as the man she stayed for. Him, who had made her promise to stay, that he would watch over her... Bullshit!

Her decision was made and she wouldn’t go back on it, for a man who had made her lose several months of her life. Maybe she was exaggerating, maybe she already saw herself in an apartment with him, maybe she had imagined things. She saw red.

And even admit that he would like to get her back, he would have to break out the oars.

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2 months later:

“Y/N! Someone knocks at the door! Can you go open, please?”

You sigh at your mother's request, drop your computer you were working on, and head for the front door of the house.

"Let’s hope it’s not another lost grandma!" You thought.

When you open the door, you’re speechless, paralyzed. In front of you, a tall blond with blue eyes stood, hands in the pockets of his jeans. You were about to close the door when he wedged his foot in the doorway to prevent it. You let out a loud sigh.

“Before you say anything, I know I screwed up. I realized it over the weeks. I'm terribly sorry.” He admitted, looking embarrassed.

“So what ? Do you think those simple words will redeem you? I want deeds.”

Simple and efficient. Nevertheless, John was ready to take on the challenge. His azure eyes sparkled as a smile stretched his lips.

What did you get into? You knew very well that this idiot would make you crack much faster than your pride would appreciate it.

But it was John Shelby. The gangster you loved.

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[1] Reference to Colors by Halsey

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A/N : hey anon! I’m sorry, I know it took me a long time to write this, but I hope you liked it ❤︎

If By Chance

requested × @pollysgirl

My head nodded towards the gentleman as he handed me my bags, I sway my way around passengers getting off the train.

I looked around trying to find a familiar face, I walked around passing people before setting my suitcases on the bench. I digged in my coat for my lighter flipping it to pass the time as I waited for an old friend.

"What's shakin' bacon?" I grinned turning around and seeing my favorite person in the world world.

"Not a thing, chicken wing." I winked at her holding my arms out as she ran into me.

"Oh, I missed you." She held me tightly.

"The feeling is mutual, darling." I kissed her cheek, we pulled away smiling at each other before I notice a little boy walking up to us.

"Does my eyes deceive me, or is that baby karl." I squat down at eye level with the boy, he shy away behind his mother only peaking from behind her to look at me.

I reached in my pocket and got out a small toy car for karl making him stepped from behind his mother.

"I know your birthday was last week, but I didn't want to meet you empty handed." He hesitated to take looking st his mother before me.

"My mother says I shouldn't take things for strangers." I smirked looking at Ada as she smiled down at her son proud.

"Smart boy. Good thing I'm not a stranger, am I ada." Ada shook her head no looking down at Karl.

"No, she's one of my closest friends. We're basically sisters. " She grins rubbing his back, he looked back at me before taking the car out of my hand.

"Thank you." He says softly admiring the red fire truck.

"You welcome." I stood up straight looking at Ada, the sound of thunder ringed in the distance making us head towards the car.

"Next stop: home." Ada says starting up the car.

We finally reached Ada's house as the sun starting to set, I laid my suitcases on the bed in the guestroom she offered me until I can found myself a flat.

"Thank you for letting me stay here, Ada. It means a lot." I said sitting at the kitchen table watching her looking through her fridge.

"It's the least I can do for you helping my cousin out and all." I waved my hand as if it was nothing, imagine my surprise when I ran into Michael. He was a smart guy but he was too ambitious....reminding you of someone.

"It was nothing. I'm just glad his back here safe and sound, he was wild card back in New York." I said shaking my head taking a sip of my beer.

"Yeah, I heard. Did you met Gina." Ada asked.

"Yeah, she seemed like a good girl." I shrugged.

"Good girl?" Ada laughed before taking a puff from her cigarette.

"That girl is snake in a fur coat." I laughed with Ada at her take on the young girl.

"Oh god, I missed this..." she giggled.

"What? Talking shit." I grinned.

"That and talking with you."

"You might not be able to tell, but I'm blush right now." She coughed inhaling the nicotine as we laughed not second later karl walks staring bis hungry.

"How about pasta for dinner, I remember seeing a Italian restaurant when we past by...I pay." I asked.

"No, way. Your a guest–"

"A guest who is staying here rent free, come on Ada you know you can't win argument with me." I smirked getting out my wallet.

"You win this time, but next time I'm paying." I gave her a look saying otherwise.

The next time came sooner than I thought as I took Ada out on a lunch break.

"Guess who asked about you today." I raised my eye sitting across from her outside a Cafe.

"Does his name start with T." She nodded playing with her necklace as she rest her chin in her hand.

"He wanted to know why you haven't visited yet." I hummed tilting my head up to the sky as the sunglasses I had on blocked the sun from hitting my eyes.

"What did you tell him?"

"That you were busy trying to find a job and a flat." I looked back at her.

"Did he buy it." She shook her head no making me groan.

"He gonna want to see sooner or later." Ada says softly.

"I know." I sighed taking off my shades and putting them on my shirt.

Ada break was over and offered to drive me back to the house, but I decline telling her I was going to the park to clear my head. I kissed her cheek before we parted way, I took in the fresh cut grass and birds chirping as I found a bench under some shade with a great scenery of a field with people on the grass having picnics and childern playing.

A group of childern ran around with a football kicking it around reminding me of a memory that meant dearly to me.

I stomp in a puddle of mud getting my black shoes dirty, I could hear my mother stern voice cussing me out when I get home. I walked along the schoolyard at recess watching the other kids play, my head snapped up hearing crying from the tree I was a few feet away.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked the little girl, it wasn't unusual to see younger kids around here since we share the same recess in the small school she shook her head clenching a decapitated doll.

"No, a big kid ripped my doll head off." She sniffled rubbing her eyes, I frowned down at her before looking around for a teacher to find and surprise surprise they weren't any around.

"Come with me." I hand out my hand and she took it as I pulled her to the art room we were lucky we still had and sat her down in the chair.

I went to the cabinets and grabbed some thread and a needle that the teacher kept in case, I moved back over to her and started to fix her doll.

"I seen you around watery lane, your a friend of charlie?" She asked.

"My dad and him use to work togther in the mines, before he moved away." I said making her nod.

"I'm Ada. Ada Shelby." I told her my name and shaked her hand after I finished fixing her doll.

"Nice to meet you, Ada." I handed her back her doll, she smiled happily clenching it to her chest thanking me.

The next day I was under the same tree reading when i glanced up to see a boy from my year walking towards me, I looked back to my book ignoring them knowing they just want to cause trouble.

"What's your reading?" The boy asked, I looked up staring into his piercing blue eyes.

"Frankenstein by Mary Shelley." He nodded walking a little closer towards me about to say something when the same little girl from yesterday came running over.

She stopped next to me taking a seat, she smiled towards me before looking over at the older boy giving him the second degree.

"Why are you messing with my new friend." I looked surprised at her before hearing the boy snort.

"I'm not messing with her, I just came over to tell her thanks for what she did for you." He huffed rolling his eyes.

"Oh...well you thanked her now kick rocks." She sassed making me giggle, the boy glared at me as I continued laughing.

"I assume you know each other?" The boy opened his mouth to say something when Ada beat him to it.

"Sadly yes, this is my older brother Tommy." I chuckled again closing my book between my index finger to save the page. I grin at Tommy.

"Hi." I said.

"Hey." The bell ringed signaling recess was over, Ada said goodbye to me not even glancing at Tommy as she ran back to her class.

"Can I walk you to class." I asked smirking, he looked at me with raised eyebrow before nodding.

I never told them this but meeting Ada and Tommy was the best day of my life, I was a outsider and its hard to befriend new people you barely know. I usually wouldn't look twice at what happened to Ada but I did...why? I don't know...but I'm happy I did it, if I didn't I wouldn't have met Polly, John, and Arthur.

Thomas and I grew close we hanged out ever chance we got with Ada and John tagging along with the us, Arthur would come too just so he didn't have to do chorus...I remember having a crush on Arthur. I was always teased by Ada and John by it and I think Arthur knew too, Thomas laughed about it wondering why I a thing for his older brother.

"I don't know maybe because he knows how to have fun, unlike someone I know." I jest looking at him, he rolled his eyes.

"I know how to have fun." He grins before taking a another of his beer before handing it to me as he ran and jump off the quarry into the water below.

"Holy shit." I said looking down over the edge to see Thomas splashing in the water, I finished off his beer before launching myself off the rock and into water.

We had so much fun back then but it seems liked when we started our 11 year we had to stop, we started to changed...I started to changed my body actaully...my once small chest grew a bit and so did my hips I got a bit taller...and thomas notice this...and arthur.

Arthur and Thomas flirted with me every chance they got either in my father's shop or at the garrison, one day after coming home my mom told me we were moving back to the states and I was devastated. He messed up again and we had to move...again, I got drunk well everyone was having fun at our going away party I sneaked off and drunk kissed thomas. It was the best first kissed I ever experience even though we were both a bit tipsy, what hurt the most was that he didn't send me off me off as I boarded the boat to America.

It always amaze me how a happy memory of mines can also lead to a sad one, I looked up hearing someone clear their throat to see the very man who been on my mind every since lunch.

"Hello, Tommy." He nodded wearing that same look when we first meet.

"Hey." He took a seat next to me as I looked back at the scenery in front of me.

"How did you know I was here."

"Ada told me you were having lunch at the Cafe, so i drove over and hope for the best." I looked at him in surprised.

"What if I wasn't here."

"Than i would have took it as a sign." He said taking out a flask, he took a sip before handing it towards me.

"A sign for what?" I asked coughing a little at the strong whiskey.

"That we weren't meant to be togther." I handed him back his flask and looked down at my boots.

"Oh."

"It's that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'..." he asked.

"It's a bit of a not so happy since you took my first kiss and didn't show up to send me off kinda Oh." I said snarky.

"So...a good oh?" He joked making me slapping his chest.

"Don't get smart with me, Shelby." I glare softly at him with a faint smile.

"You haven't changed a bit." He chuckled lowly rubbing his chest.

"I don't think so..." I looked away from him, he frowned a little looking at me before grabbing me hand and caressing my hand with his thumb.

"I'm sorry for not being there when you left." I looked over at him.

"Why weren't you?"

"I was angry at you for leaving." He sucked his teeth shaking his head.

"I didn't have control over that..."

"I know you didn't and I knew then too I was mad that after we kissed it was...perfect as if we fit togther like–"

"Two puzzle pieces." He grinned nodding.

"Yeah, it wasn't fair." He sighed taking off his cap and raking his hand through.

"I know." I glanced at him and scooting closer.

"Good thing i waited in the park a little bit longer." I said smiling at him.

"Is that you saying you willing to take a chance on me." I moved my to left and right thinking.

"...yeah." I nodded leaning in making the first move capturing his lips, I held in him as hid tongue explore my mouth making me feel greedily.

"We should leave too many prying eyes." He said whispered in my ear making me look around seeing some people give us looks.

"Good idea." As we stood up tommy put his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to his side making me put my arm around his waist as we walked towards his car.

Hi, I love your writing and your series on peaky blinders. Could you please write one on Thomas shelby, where Thomas's wife has been having pregnancy cramps and it becomes too painful. And finds out she's had a miscarriage, and her and Tommy try to find a way to get past it. Thank you, hope you have a good day or night 🥀

thats means a lot and im do my best make it good.

Caim

requested by x @angelluminary

Thomas was in the kitchen drinking coffee when he saw his wife walk in with charlie on her hip, she put him down when they saw tommy.

"Daddy." Charlie ran up to his father making tommy lift him up and kiss the top of his head.

"My boy, good morning." He said sitting his son on the counter top before looking over to his wife.

"How did you sleep, my love." Thomas asked, (y/n) shrugged pouring some tea in a cup.

"Good. It would have been better if you were there..." She looked over at him with a small smile, he sighed giving her a guilty look.

"I'm sorry, but I promised I be here tonight." he grabbed her hand squeezing it with care.

"You better or your going to be spending more time on the couch rather than your own bed." (y/n) kissed tommy's cheek before moving over to the table, tommy chuckled nodding before moving charlie off the counter and sitting him between (y/n) and him.

"What are your plans for today?" He asked looking between his son and wife.

"Well, I was thinking we head to the flower shop to see my mother, then get some sweets at the bakery we love so much..." Charlie giggled when (y/n) tickled his tummy before looking back at tommy.

"And finally head to John's so charlie can see his cousins?" Tommy gave (y/n) a look after sitting down his coffee.

"Is that a good idea? You know how wild John's children can get and I don't want you to strain yourself." She rolled her eyes.

"Tommy I'm only 14 weeks along I'm not gonna strain myself." His hand landed on her small bump, (y/n) notice the look of worry on his face as she place her hand on top of his own.

"If it makes you feel better, ill bring the nanny to help." He looked at her thinking before nodding his head.

"Yeah...I'll send some boys to watch over you as well..." (y/n) opened her mouth to object.

"I know, I know, but it help me to know your okay...please," She sighed before nodding, he leaned over and kissed the side of her face.

"Thank you." He got up and poured his coffee down the drain, before walking back to his small family.

"I'll see you tonight." he kissed his son head, (y/n) got up as mary came in coming to watch charlie as tommy took (y/n)'s hand and lead them to the foyer.

"Be careful today."He says pulling her into a hug, she winced pulling causing tommy look scared.

"What? What's wrong...is the baby, okay?" His hands shoot to her shoulders as she bends over wincing.

"I-I'm okay...just cramps...I'm fine." She took in deep breathes.

"You could visit your mom and kids another time, we should you to bed. Mary?" (y/n) hushed tommy making him look at him watching her straighten up.

"See I'm fine...just a cramp." she smiled at him showing he was okay, he looked at her for a minute.

"Are you sure?" She nodded moving her hand to her stomach and rubbing it.

"We're fine...she's fine..." Tommy rolled his eyes making (y/n) grin wider.

"Your still milking that.." He stared at her with a smirk.

"Hey, I'm just telling you what the lady told me. She's gonna be a strong headed little girl...like her father." He chuckled.

"You mean like her mother..." (Y/N) slapped his chest as he kissed her lips.

"Call me for anything, okay?"

"Okay." She put his coat on him before he turn around to look her straight in the eye.

" I love you."

"I love you, too." He pecked her lips one more time with his hand on her stomach before saying goodbye, she watched him get in the car and she waved blowing him a kiss before he pulled off to go to work.

She groaned lowly feeling another cramp coming on but it went away a second later, she sighed rubbing her belly before walking inside and closing the door behind her.

It was close to midnight, when tommy was in a meeting with alfie and the russians. He stared between alfie and the short russian man as they talked he could feel another set of eyes on him, he glanced over at tatiana who was looking at him with a small smile before her gazed turned back to the two men. Thomas watched the two man finally shake hands making him get up and settle on an agreement, alfie and tommy was talking when tatiana walked up to them.

"Gentlemen." She glanced at both of them but her eyes lingered on tommy a little bit longer, they nodded toward her before watching her walk away with her uncle.

"It seems like someone has a little crush on you." Alfie says glancing back at tommy, thomas rolled his eyes.

"I don't do crazy russians." Tommy mutters walking out of the room with alfie by his side.

"No, you like them headstrong and...exotic." Thomas side eyed alfie before taking out the cigarette from his mouth.

"Alfie-"

"Speaking of headstrong and exotic, how's that ebony goddess you have hiding away?" Alfie asked.

"You mean my pregnant wife...she's fine." Tommy looked over at the amused look on alfie's face at the mention of (y/n) pregnancy.

"Mazel tov." He said patting tommy on the back before he headed towards his car, "I hope we get to talk soon about business." Tommy nodded before stepping back as alfie drive off, tommy flicked his cig to the ground before heading towards his own car.

He pulled up to his home seeing the lights off, he sighed getting out and walking to the door. He quietly sneaked inside closing the door behind the him, he slowly started pulling off his coat and cap before making his way to his office.

He rubbed his neck walking into his office to found his wife waiting on the couch looking out the window, "(y/n), what are you doing in here you should in bed." he walked over to his wife and sat down next to her.

"Where were you?" she looked over at him.

"In a meeting...why? what's wrong?" she sniffles looking over at tommy with misty eye.

"So, no one told you what happened then..." tommy shook his head looking worried, he reached for her hand only for her to moved it away,

"No, what is going on (y/n) your... your scaring me." he moved closer he noticed that (y/n) didn't move away so he moved his hand on top of hers, she started crying and moving her head to his shoulder.

"I lost the baby..." she cries into his shoulder, thomas sat there frozen in place as his wife cried.

"i'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." Tommy snapped out of his dazed, he wrapped his arms around his wife and held her tight.

"It's not your fault...you didn't know." (y/n) shook her head.

"I should have listened to you...I should have-"

"No, its not your fault...I know it's not your fault." Thomas planted kiss on her head, he closed his eyes trying to keep his tears at bay.

"W-We get through this...we will...I promise we will." his voice cracked moving her curls out of her face, she hooked her arms around tommy's neck causing him to moved his arm under legs picking her up and carrying her to their bedroom.

He laid her down before moving to removed his clothes, he slide into bed hesitating if he should hold her or not. He choose the latter and laid in bed staring at the ceiling, he griped the covers in pain trying to contain his anger and sadness. He tried to go to sleep but every time he closed his eyes he sees a little girl with (y/n) beautiful skin and wild hair, and his eyes...thomas opened his eyes as tears poured down his face, he took a shaky breathe trying to deal with the lost in silent.

"...Tommy." he turned to look at the back of (y/n)'s head.

"Yea?"

"Can you hold me." she whispered, he closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, he moved closer to her slinging his arm over spooning her. He kissed her shoulder making her sighed.

"....I was gonna name her Martha...if it was girl." he smiled.

"If it was a boy?" he asked.

"I was thinking...daniel...daniel is a good name."

"I love them both." she turned around looking at him.

"Maybe we can try again...a year for now maybe." he nods.

"I love you, (y/n)" he says drawing circles on her soft skin.

"I love you too, tommy." he pulled her into his arm resting his head on top of hers, they fell asleep in the embrace.

When the morning came (y/n) woke up by herself, she decided to stay in bed not feeling up to moving, she laid there in thought until she heard the door opened revealing charlie still in his pajamas.

"Mommy, can I stay with you." (Y/N) looked over at him before smiling and opening her arms, she watched him come over and climbed on the bed. He climbed into her lap and wrapping his arms around his neck burying his face in her should.

"My sweet baby." she smiled kissing him on the cheek, she rest her head on top of his head. The door opened again revealing Tommy walking in seeing his wife and son cuddled up in the bed.

He walked over to the side of her bed, she scoot over giving him space to take a seat. He pulled a box from his coat and gave it to (y/n).

"What's this?" she opened it with charlie still in her lap, she pulled out a bracelet with cute charms scatter all over the chain.

"A little gift...to give you hope and protection." she looked at the charms seeing a M and D making her smile.

"This is beautiful, babe. Thank you." he kissed her cheek before kissing his son head, he took off his coat throwing over a chair and then his vast and his shirt.

"Your not going into the betting shop, today?" he shook his head.

"I want to stay home with you and our son." he went under the covers scooting closer to her.

"A lazy day in the shelby household...that's the first." she smile.

"First of many." he said making her giggle, she slide the bracelet on before settling in bed with charlie in the middle.

Thomas watched his wife and son play with his toy cars that (y/n) kept in her drawer just in case he lose his other ones, even through he lost a part of himself and (y/n) yesterday he had to stay strong for his wife. But, seeing his love and son made the pain suppress just for now...right now he just want to forget...because looking at her and he vow he give her the life he promised her when he got on one knee.

Incandescent

requested by × @paisholotus

(Y/N) watched as her daughter ran around the playground, she nervously tapped the letter in her hand on her lap as she waited for tommy arrival. The sudden feeling to runaway creep its way into her chest, she let out a huffed of air trying to calm her nerves. She leaned forward planting her elbows in her thighs as her hands hold her face, she wondered if he ever thought about her after so long of being apart.

The last time they saw eachother was at the train station where him and his brothers were being drafted to france, she remembered the looks people gave her as they held hands. The memory of him close to her whispering sweet nothings making her giggled and smile, she wished it didn't have to end she wished they could run away from it.

"Let me take a good look at you." He says stepping back still holding her hands, he stared at her with adoration top to bottom burning the beautiful siren in his head for safe keeping, but unknown to him (y/n) is doing the same thing memorizing his soft eyes and his bright smile.

The train whistled causing (y/n) dry eyes to become misty again, Thomas gave her a small smile pulling her into a tight hug.

"Come back to me, okay?" He nods rubbing her back, she sniffled trying to blink away the tears. He sighed pulling away stating into her eyes, he caressed her cheeks before locking their lips. The whistled blow again causing the lovers to pull away and rest their heads on one another trying to let this moment last a little bit longer, he place a kiss on her lips one more time before pulling away.

"Hey, you don't need to cry and wanna know why." He says removing her tears with his thumb.

"Why." She sniffled again moving her coils out of her face.

"Because I'm planning on bugging you for a long, long, long time until we're old and wrinkly." He smiled seeing her laugh making his heart feel warm.

"Until YOUR old and wrinkly this face is never gonna age." She smirked making him chuckled at her response.

"Lucky me." She rolled her eyes glancing down at their entwine hands.

"I love you, (y/n)." She closed her eyes in pain.

"I love you too, tommy." He pecked her cheek and lips before pulling his hand away, she held her hands togther tightly watching him follow his brothers on the train. The train slowly started to move when she let out a chuckle waving as he waved at her through the window blowing kisses, she pretend that she caught them and placing them over her heart. The man who held her heart soon disappeared from her sights causing her heart to clenched, she was pulled away by Ada and her sister back to the car to go home.

It wasn't that long she found out that she was pregnant with her little girl, her mother was disappointed that she falled pregnant but angry when she realized it belonged to tommy shelby. Which brought her a train ticket out of watery lane, (y/n) didn't tell anyone of the women wanting tommy to meet their daughter first when the war was over. It wasn't until two months past, when she got a letter from Ada telling her the horrific news she been dreading for weeks.

(Y/N) was in her room rereading some of the letters tommy sent to her to pass the time, the last letter he wrote told her he was assigned to be a tunneler so he wouldn't be writing to her for a bit. Her heart clenched in her chest, now every day she has to live with unbearable doubt if her lover is alive or dead.

A knock came from her door causing (y/n) to put down the letter on the nightstand and open the door, "You got mail." A bright smile plastered over her face taking the envelope out of her sister hand, she didn't waste time in ripping open the envelope.

Her eyes scanned through the letter reading what Ada wrote not tommy, she frown a little reading Ada's rambling. The words didn't make sense she couldn't understand half the words the girl was writing, (y/n) blinked at the last paragraph on the letter.

"(Y/N)? You alright?" (y/n) didn't her sister's concerning voice as she started to take deep breathe as she stared at the letter.

"(Y/N)." Her sisters came up to her as she ripped the paper apart, she broke down crying into her older sister shoulder.

"His gone, his gone, his gone..." she mutters crying, her sisters held her looking at each other with sorrowful looks.

(Y/N) rubbed her face thinking back at the horrible memory, she had a choice to go back to watery lane and raised her child with the Ada and Polly deciding against it. She didn't want to be surrounded by so many memories of tommy, it was selfish keeping the family away from the only thing that had left of him and moved to the london. But, then she found out he wasn't died like she thought and was now a gangster, news of the peaky blinders traveled fast especially when he started burning pictures and paintings of the king.

She was hesitant opening the letter addressed to her from tommy when it made its way to her doorstep, he explain why he didn't come found her after the war and how he wanted to meet their daughter. That worried her even through tommy made it clear in his letter his doing legitimate business now, but that didn't mean he still didn't have enemies who want to see him and his family dead.

"Hey." (Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts and looked up to see tommy standing next to her, he looked so different the last time she saw him.

"Hello." She greeted scooting over on the bench as tommy took a seat next to her.

They sat there in silence, (Y/N) glanced over to him to see him looking at the playground his eyes searching for his daughter.

"She's the one in the black boots and brown coat." She utters looking back at her daughter playing on the merry-go-round.

"She's beautiful." He said softly, she looked back at him curious.

"How did you found me?"

"Last year, I hired someone to look for you." Her eyes harden turning her body towards tommy.

"That was you." She said angry.

"I needed to see you–" He said desperately.

"He scared the hell out of us, did you know he was talking to her? Or that he was lurking around my house." Thomas let out a exhausted sighed before nodding.

"For fuck sakes, tommy."

"That's wasn't his intention or mines." (Y/N) huffed out irritated, when she first saw the guy at her daughter's school she thought he was a parent. But, then she saw him in the neighborhood, at the market where she shop even standing in the building she worked.

"I'm sorry that I scared you two. I'm really am." His hand laid on top of hers squeezing it, she gently rubbed her thumb on his palm tracing circles.

"Listen why don't you and..." (y/n) said their daughter name causing a light in thkmas's eyes to brighten.

"Why don't you two come over and have dinner with me and my son," (Y/N) looked over at her daughter thinking about it.

"I don't know tommy, all this will be too much for her. Finding out her father is alive and that she got a brother, she going to have questions that I can't answer." Tommy cold hand held her warm cheek turning her head towards him.

"I know and I will answers them as much as I can, but for now I am a friend inviting another friend and her daughter to dinner." She sighed accepting the invitation.

"Would you like to met her?" He smiled nodding, they both got up and walked over to her at the swings.

"Hey, pumpkin. This is tommy his an old friend of mines." The little girl sat on the swing looking at the grown man.

"Nice to meet you, sir." She nod to him, he chuckled tipping his cap.

"Nice to meet you, young lady." Tommy pointed at the swing next to her.

"Mind if I join you." The little girl nodded again, Thomas looked over at (y/n) before taking the spot on the swing to his daughter.

(Y/N) watched as Thomas and her daughter swing togther, she smiled as her daughter sparked up an conversation with tommy. Thomas isn't surprised his daughter was a very bright young girl, it's obvious she got that from her mother and himself. He glanced at (y/n) to see her watching them with a smile, his chest grew warm being here with her again. He hope that (y/n) will found it in her to take him back and do what he promised he do when he came back from war, because can't imagine a future without (y/n) in it.

What it would be like on Tommy Shelby wedding day.🤍

requested by x @shyjellyfish1

• The reader was unbraiding her hair to give it her coily look, before she part her hair to one side making her smile in the mirror.

• She took in deep breathe as she stand at the mirror in her white gown, she squeezed her hands to togther nervously thinking what tommy is doing right now.

• Thomas stalked in front of his underage sons after catching them with a bottle of scotch behind the church, he watched them sharply slide next to Michael and Finn.

• "Don't fucking move from this spot until this wedding is over." He hissed, glaring at them both.

• "What if I need to pee?" The first born asked sarcastically looking innocent, Thomas scowled trying to restrain myself from choking the life out of his son out.

• "Fucking hold it in, then." He grits out.

• "That's not good for your bladder." His second born said.

• "Then fucking wet yourself, I don't care just stay in your fucking seats." He turned to walk away when he stopped.

• "You shouldn't cursed in the house of the lord, dad. " His second son says after him a bit buzzed, Tommy closed his eyes taking a deep breathe before continuing walking hearing his sons snicker behind him.

• Tommy was at his wits end with trying to make sure everything was perfect for his soon to be wife, he had to run after his young daughter multiple time as she went towards the pond nearly slipping in himself trying to stop her from grabbing a toad.

• That wasn't the worst part of the evening, John and Arthur along with some of the reader's brothers were getting wasted.

• "Tommy. Tommy. Have a drink with us." Arthur shouted sluring some of his words waving a bottle in the air, tommy shook his head.

• "Not right now, the wedding about to start soon." Tommy walked up to them.

• "Come on...just a little sip." Arthur shook the bottle in front of tommy.

• "Alright thats enough Arthur give me the bottle." John and the other laughed watching Tommy try to grab the bottle from Arthur well trying not get any alcohol on him.

• "You stay away from me." Arthur says running as Tommy chased him around trying to get the bottle, tommy finally catches him getting him in the headlock and dragging him to church doors.

• Arthur chuckled as tommy put him in the seat next to polly, so she can keep him from doing anything stupid. Tommy looked at his watched and moved to stand in front of the priest as the music started to play.

• He rolled his shoulders well moving his head side to side, he faced the door where his love will be walking out soon. The doors opened making everyone stand, tommy gave a little waved at his daughter who dropped flowers on the floor as everyone awed her.

• Thomas breathed caught in his throat seeing his true love walking through the double doors, he smiled widen as she waddled down the aisle towards him with a grin on her face. He held out his hand for her to take as they stood side by side, the priest started to say a pray when the reader started to contractions.

• "What's wrong?" He whispered to her as their head were bend in prayer, he felt her squeezed his hand tighter.

• "J-Just pregnancy cramps...I'm fine." She lied chuckling through the pain, tommy looked at her with a look before leaning into her.

• "You would tell me if your going into labor, right?" She nodded her head giving a soft smile, the priest finished the prayer as the contraction stopped making her breathe a sign relief.

• They were almost to the I do's when the reader groaned lowly clenching her stomach, tommy looked at her worried before stopping the priest.

• "That's it. I'm taking you to the hospital." The reader shook her head no, "I'm fine. We almost finished just continue talking." She said strained looking at the priest.

• "Darling, you going into labor–" the reader grabbed tommy by the collar pulling him close.

• "I am not waiting another year to be married. Skip to the good part." She snapped at Thomas and the priest.

• The priest told them if they take each other to be husband and wife, they said yes and the reader gave Thomas a quick kissed before falling into him.

• "Now you can take me to the bloody hospital." She says softly as Thomas picked her bridal style telling someone to get the car, Michael hurried outside and pulled the car to the entranced as Ada opened the door for tommy

• The reader water broke as tommy put her in the car, Ada and polly along with the reader mother had to deliver the baby in the back seat in front of the church for their friends and family and the lord to see.

• "It's a girl." Ada said happy making everyone cheer, the reader leaned her head against tommy chest out of breathed.

• "I told you it was going to be a hell of a wedding, my love." Tommy chuckled kissing her head before looking at their baby girl.

Panic attack fluff with Luca Changretta?💕

requested by × @iam-strangep

• The reader and Luca been married for four beautiful and blissful years, so when he left to london you can imagine how worry she was about him.

• Luca knew the reader was thick skinned I mean you have to be when you grew up on the streets of New York, but he also knew that she been through the ringer enough times to develop a faint heart.

• The only thing that kept her going was the Changretta Family, Luca's brother was a sweet kid who she saw as a brother as well way before she even met Luca.

• Luca's dad was a bit iffy with her at first but he came around eventually when he saw that she made his son happy, and since her father was against her marrying a gangster she gave the honor to Vicente and he was over the moon.

• And Audrey was a sweetheart she was so caring and sweet to the reader when her parents disowned her, she made the reader feel welcome and she was the reason her and Luca were togther.

• So, when she heard about Angel and Vicente her heart shattered, the news of hearing she lose a brother and father in the same week destoyed her.

• Which is why she was so scared for Luca to go, "Hey, I'll be back before you know it, la mia bellezza." He gave her passionate kissed for remembrance before he left to london.

• Every since then she been counting the days for him to get back to her and his mother, and as she wait she started having these panic attacks.

• Some small that made her numb and light head for just a moment before she was herself again, and then there was big ones that made her cry uncontrollably and stay in bed for days...sometime weeks.

• She knew that Luca would come back safe and sound, and she be back to normal...only one of those things were true.

• Luca made it back he was beat up but he was there with her still breathing, during his time away Luca made sure to stay in connect with his wife when he was away.

• But during her late night calls to his morning calls, she never mentions her panic attacks and she made Audrey promise not to mentionit either.

• And when he got back he spent all his time with his wife showing her how much he missed her, making the reader forget all about her worries.

• Until one night, Luca woke alone in bed without his wife next to him causing him to look for her in the middle of the night. It didn't take long to found her in the greenhouse attached to the house crying on the floor.

• "Amore mio, what's wrong?" He came up behind her rubbing her back, she shook her head crying harder.

• "His gone..." she sobs making Luca look at her, "Whose gone, amore?" Her hands covered her face as she shake her head.

• "Luca...Luca's gone." She sobs, Luca heart sinks as he stared at his wife he doesnt know what to do or if he should call someone.

• "Amore mio, I'm right here...look at me." He knees in front her grabbing her face, she sniffed looking at him though tears before swallowing the lump that formed in her throat.

• "Y-your here..." he nodded bringing her head to his chest, so she can hear his heart beating, "Yeah, baby I'm right here." He whispered kissing her head before picking her up.

• She clinged to him like a life line as he brought them back to their room neither of them saying nothing knowing she didn't want to talk about it and he was afraid to ask, so he settled with holding her and whispering sweet nothing to calm her down to get her to sleep.

Peaky Blinders production knew what they're doing XD

this is literally the hottest thing i’ve ever seen in my entire life. i am just sitting here watching it over and over and over and over again… ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY BRAIN TO HANDLE.

Thomas Shelby x Reader

I was thinking of writing a Tommy x Reader one shot that my hands are currently itching to write XD.

Would you love to read it? With or without smut?

Oh the plot I thought about is somewhat similar to this fic I recently read but in my fic we work in the kitchen and we're more on the power side (because your writers a top herself 😌).

People who will like this post will get tagged ^^

I'll Fold Like the Makahiya Leaves (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

This gif makes me go feral 👹👹👹

✨NSFW [Mention/Scene of cheating (Not Tommy), p n v, Unprotected (cover it before you tap it? is that the term?? XD), Oral (both), Language], Thomas "gentleman" Shelby, You one rich bish (Daughter of a duke), and mention of death✨

🐧Hello!!!~ I have exams so I tried finishing this before I can go study my ars off. Also got 8 vaccinations in one go :"D so if you don't hear from me after this month I'm dead XD HAHAAHA Kidding I wont die... becuase I have more than one personality in me >:D. Also this may be a BIT long :”D BUT its a lovely story I swear :”3 sorry heh… for those who don't know what Makahiya Leaf (Humble Plant) is... Its this🐧

Anyways :3 have fun reading ^^

-----(Before the War, City of Bermingham)

The streets of Birmingham always seemed to move a little slower when you passed through. You’d see the familiar faces, offering them polite smiles and small nods from your carriage window, though your mind was always somewhere else. Your father taught you well—manners, grace, independence—but you never felt quite like the lady everyone saw.

Your father, the Duke, made sure to hire the best-of-bests to teach you everything, Literature, Combat, and Cooking. You were the best at everything as well, although your preferred cooking to which your father gifted you a restaurant of your own on your eighteenth birthday (which you managed perfectly).

At times like this when you'd be looking out the window, you’d often catch sight of Thomas Shelby, the man you secretly adored from afar, standing near his betting shop. His eyes would meet yours for the briefest of moments before he nodded in acknowledgement. It was strange, the way your lives always seemed to brush against each other but never really connected. Your father knew the Shelbys, business of course, but his feelings toward them were mixed. He respected Thomas’s sharp mind, but he didn’t want you getting too close to a man from a family like that. Especially since you were the only thing his wife left him after passing away, he was not risking it.

Not that it mattered at the time. You were, after all, engaged to Billy Kimber, a man of status, a man your father approved of.

"You have arrived Miss" your driver shouted from the outside as your footman opened the door.

"Thank you, Mister" as you jumped out of the carriage to your fiance's house.

You planned to surprise him by visiting him. Bringing along with you the pasta you cooked especially for him. With a small smile, you went forward not knowing that this was where your life would fall apart. Going in you'd see a mess was made in the living room, the maids looked at you a worry as if they warned you not to go upstairs. You slowly go up to see clothes scattered around the staircase and panic ensues in your mind. Finding his room, you slowly open the door a little to only discover Billy entangled with a woman—with your closest friend, no less. The betrayal cut deep, and you didn’t know what to do with the pain. You slowly closed the door as you went downstairs. Billy's groans and your friend imprinted on your mind like torture, you gave one of the maids the pasta and left.

-----

Calling off the wedding, your father cut all connections with Billy. Highly disappointed with his actions as he comforted you. You cried all week, eyes swollen in tears as you curled up to your knees on your bed. You just loved him too much it hurt.

After weeks of torture and isolating yourself. You hear from the maids that a war was in the midst. A sudden idea comes to your mind, as you ran to your father's office. The pain and torture of the memory bruising your kind heart, bringing you to a decision that only made sense at the time—you volunteered for the war effort, not as a soldier, but in a position that still gave you purpose: a culinary officer overseeing the mess halls (an Admin is what your father pushes you to do, but he made his connections make sure you cook too becuase your were very adamant about it).

Your father had connections in the war. Giving you that choice to be in war but not on the field, but still do the thing you loved the most. You buried your heartbreak in the work, letting the chaos of war drown out the memories.

-----(During the War, Meeting Thomas Shelby)

The clang of pots, the smell of food cooking, and the steady rhythm of military life became your new normal. You found comfort in the kitchen, in the work. It was easier to focus on meal preparations, and managing the chefs and budgets than to think about everything else you’d lost. Over time, the carefree, kind girl you used to be slipped away. You became mature, more efficient, and more respected. But there was still a part of you that missed who you had been.

As the day passed by, normal as it may be, you supervised the mess hall as the staff served soldier after soldier. As you passed by the back to oversee the service, a loud bang shattered across the room.

"Danny! Calm down!" A man with blue eyes exclaimed as he tried to pin the bigger man down he flipped all the tables and screamed which echoed through the halls.

You ran out the back of the kitchen and helped the other man, successfully pinning him down to the floor.

"You're alright! Danny!," you spoke in a calm tone to Dannys' ears as he continued heaving. You patted his back and talked him out of his oblivion.

"Wars outside Danny, you're in the mess hall, you're safe here," you whispered as his breathing slowly normalized.

The man with blue eyes looked over you in suprise, as he lifted Danny off the floor who was now apologizing. You said it was alright as you commanded the staff to clean his mess. You knew what the war did to people and this was almost an everyday occurrence in the mess hall.

As nurses escorted Danny out of the mess hall, the man with blue eyes approached you and spoke, "Sorry bout that, Ms. Y/L."

You then turned around to look at him and were surprised to see Thomas Shelby, how could you have missed that? "Mr. Shelby? You serve in the war?" was the only thought in your mind as he stared at you with his icy blue eyes. He nodded, "and you... manage the mess hall," he said with a small smile, you nodded.

This was the only time you two conversed fully, You've always wondered how'd he sound like, your father never really wanted you to approach him so he usually just greets you by tapping his hat and that's that.

However, after this day, Thomas Shelby started appearing in the kitchen almost every day. At first, it was just a glance as he passed by, greeting you as he walked by with his brothers who were smiling at you. But soon, he was offering his help—carrying supplies and staying after meals to clean up. You didn’t question it at first (since every other soldier would do the same, even his brothers), his presence was different, warm to be exact despite this cold war going on. You’d exchange a few words, small talk about the war, but nothing too personal. Yet, there was a quiet understanding between you. You both knew what it was like to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders and soon conversations ran deeper. To you explaining about your mother's passing, to him exchanging the information on how his father left their mother. It felt really warm having him at this times.

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One evening, as you finished overseeing the evening’s meal preparations, you felt him watching you again. You kept your eyes on the work, your hands steady as you diced vegetables. “You’ve got a habit of being in places you don’t belong,” you remarked, not looking up but knowing he was there.

“And you’ve got a habit of working to the bone,” he replied, his voice low but teasing.

You finally looked at him, meeting his eyes. “It’s better than thinking about what’s out there.” you placed the knife down and sat on the edge of the desk.

Thomas nodded, his gaze softening. “I could say the same.” approaching you as he took another pair of knives out, "Mind if I help?" he picked up a potato as he looked at you waiting for your permission.

You shook your head and smiled at him before taking the potato out of his hand, "It's alright, I don't want you hurting yourself like last time." Pointing at his injured fingers.

He chuckles as he places his hands deep in his pocket. "I'll just accompany you then," as he leaned on the desk watching you skillfully slice the vegetables, he was in awe at how your delicate hands seemed so soft even after so long.

He stood there in silence for a while, and then, Arthur and John stepped in, laughter spilling from their lips as they approached.

“Look who it is ey?! The lady chef! Our dear Ms. Y/L” John called out, a teasing lilt in his voice, as he held your hand and kissed it softly. “You’ll be cooking for our wedding feast soon!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’ll have to find someone to marry first, John.”

Arthur chimed in, grinning widely. “I’m sure if you keep cooking like this, you’ll have all the men lining up for you.” his strong accent apparent as he spoke.

“Better watch out, Tommy,” Arthur said, glancing back at Thomas with a smirk. “I think you might have competition.” pointing his chin out the window with other men peeping at her. They then quickly hid as Arthur pointed at them, like mice seeing a big scary cat.

You caught Thomas's eye for a moment, and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused (annoyed?). “I think you’re the one who should be worried,” he replied dryly, nodding in your direction. “With her cooking, she’ll have any man she wants.” as he looked down, definitely not liking the attention you're getting from other men.

John leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eye. “How about we place a little wager, then ey? I bet you’ll fall for her before the war’s over.”

“What? Me?” Thomas replied, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You’re out of your mind.” chuckling a bit nervously.

“Oh, come on!” John insisted, nudging Thomas playfully. “I’ll bet you a fiver you'll be chasing for her soon. She’s got that way about her, you know?” winking at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “I doubt Thomas would ever fold for someone like me," chuckling before contintuing, "but I'm in.” patting the bag of coins in your dress pocket.

Arthur smiled, leaning against the counter with an exaggerated sigh. “What do you say, Tommy?” John pressed, his excitement growing. “Ten Quids? Just for fun.”

Thomas rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. “I’m n't part of this ridiculous bet. I have better things to do.”

“Yeah, like how to not smile at our lovely chef here,” John joked, causing you to blush slightly as you shook your head.

Thomas pushed his brother out, apologising to you, as the two brothers walked walked away, you felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement. The Shelby brothers were relentless, but there was something warm and comforting about their banter. It reminded you of the camaraderie you had lost.

You looked back at Thomas, who seemed to have softened a bit, as he walked towards you once again. “Don’t let them get to you,” you said, attempting to lighten the mood. “They tease because they care.”

He shrugged a flicker of appreciation in his gaze. “They’re n't wrong, though. You've got talent keeping us lot well-fed.” staring at the men outside the window as they ran away. You laughed at that.

“Only as long as you’re not causing too much trouble outside,” you replied, the smile breaking through his cold exterior.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, and you felt something shift in the air, but you were still worlds apart, separated by unspoken words and hidden emotions.

-----

As days passed, Thomas was asked to serve on the field again, but just before he left for the front lines, he did something you didn’t expect.

As he walked through the back kitchen with his hat in hand, he looked at you with concern, his eyes flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t usually say things like this,” he began. “But I’ve had my eye on you long before this war.”

Your heart dropped. You didn't expect that Thomas Michael Shelby would have rendered feelings for you. However, you were not ready, not yet, not after the heartbreak you’d been through. “Tommy, I…” you stuttered, fidgeting your fingers behind as you looked him straight in the eye. Tears almost flow to your eyes.

“I know,” he interrupted gently. “I know about what happened with Billy.” As he walked towards you, closing the remaining distance, but making sure there was still space for comfort.

The mention of Billy made your chest tighten, and you looked away. “I'm sorry Tommy, I can’t, not yet. Not after everything…”

He nodded, walking forward a bit more as he kept his eyes on you. “I understand.” As he placed his warm lips on your forehead as you inhaled. You kept your eyes closed as you heard his footsteps go further, opening only when you heard it no more and with that, he was gone.

You sighed as you scolded your heart for not taking such a kind man in your life, but you were hurt, your heart still had that scar. Inhaling the crisp air of the kitchen, trying not to break down and cry, you turned and continued cooking. Thoughts spiralling through your mind.

-----

You exchanged letters after that, brief notes of friendship and support, what you both needed at the time. However, one day, you received a different letter. You opened it knowing it was from your father, Colored crimson red just like how your father loved, you opened it with delight.

Dear Ms. Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, despite the circumstances surrounding it. It is with profound sadness that I must inform you of your father’s passing. The Duke departed this life earlier this week, leaving behind a legacy that has touched many.

In light of these events, it is imperative that you return home immediately. There are important matters to discuss regarding the estate and your father’s wishes, and I believe it is crucial for you to be present for these conversations.

Please take the necessary steps to join us as soon as possible. Your presence is vital.

Yours sincerely,

Lord Benedict Hargrove

Solicitor to the Duke’s Estate

Tears balled down your cheeks.

You were alone now.

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With this, you were excused from your duties to attend the succession meeting with your father's connecting family (people you've never met). Leaving the war to go home.

Your father left you a hefty sum of money (possibly all his wealth) and the business he gifted you on your eighteenth birthday. Your relatives scoffed at you for this as they only got material things he owned (which also caused so much). Greedy people, you thought, they never even visited your father before he died and now they're here taking his money. The title was not given to you though, it was given to your male cousin (who was only thirteen). That was fine, you didn't even need the money from him because you had your own, you needed him but that was impossible even with all the money in the world.

-----

As the dust of war settled and the world slowly began to stitch itself back together, you found yourself in a position you had never anticipated. With the title of Duke passing to your younger cousin, you embraced your independence, leaning into the fortune your father had left you. Your father’s birthday restaurant—your pride and joy—became a symbol of resilience, not only for you but for the entire community.

Determined to build a legacy that would make your father proud, you transformed the establishment into a hub for soldiers returning home, providing meals and solace after the chaos of war. Word spread quickly about the new culinary wonder in Birmingham, and soon your name became synonymous with quality and innovation in the restaurant business. You took risks, introducing bold flavours and dishes that spoke of both tradition and your flair, quickly gaining a loyal clientele that appreciated your artistry.

In a time when women were often relegated to the shadows of men, you stood firm, a woman at the helm of your empire. Your determination and skill earned you respect, not just among the patrons but also from your peers in the industry. You refused to be overshadowed by the legacy of your father or the titles of your male relatives. Instead, you carved your path, proving that you were more than capable of handling the business and the challenges it brought.

Despite the accolades and success, a part of you felt incomplete. You often found yourself gazing out the window of your restaurant, lost in thought, wondering where Tommy went, it has been a year since his last letter. His absence weighed heavily on you, each passing day filled with uncertainty. Did he think of you? Did he know about your father’s passing? Is he... alive? Questions lingered, unanswered, like shadows at the edges of your heart.

-----

The pub was quieter than usual that evening. You stood behind the bar, wiping down a glass as your mind drifted. Life after the war had changed you. You had returned to Birmingham, but you weren’t the same woman who had left. The kindness, the sweetness—you didn’t let it show anymore. People respected you, maybe even feared you, but they didn’t know you. Not anymore.

You bought a pub close to the Shelby business (Sold to you at a lower price due to your name being famous in Bermingham). You didn’t buy it for any sentimental reason. You didn’t expect to ever see Thomas again (although your heart strings it). You convinced yourself he was gone, just like so many others who never returned.

And then, the door creaked open.

At first, you didn’t look up. You were too busy with your thoughts, too used to the routine of tending the bar. But when the room fell silent and some men left, you felt it—a shift in the air. Slowly, you raised your head, and there he was. Thomas Shelby, alive and standing in the doorway, looking very much like a ghost from your past.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just stared, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Tom-Tommy? Y-You’re alive,” you finally whispered, the words catching in your throat.

“I am,” Thomas replied, his voice calm but heavy with something you couldn’t quite name. Guilt, maybe. Regret. “I’m sorry for disappearing…” as he slowly approached you, hands squeezing his Garrison cap.

“Sorry?” You set the glass down with a thud, your hands trembling. “I thought you were dead, Thomas! For a whole year, I thought—” You stopped, choking on your own words. “Why didn’t you come back? Write a letter or something???”

Thomas stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I didn’t know how. After everything, I wasn’t sure…”

His words broke something inside you. All the emotions you’d been holding back came rushing to the surface, and before you knew it, you were crying—crying. “You left me!” you screamed, the words torn from deep within you. “You left me for months!” as you backed off the counter and flaunted to the cabinet wall.

Without a word, Thomas walks into the bar closing the distance between you, pulling you into his arms (Your customers leaving). You tried to push him away at first, beating your fists against his chest, but he held you tighter, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here now… I’m here.”

You collapsed into him, letting the tears come as he held you close. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that he was here, and you weren’t alone anymore.

-----(Everyone left the pub, leaving you and Tommy)

Later that night, you sat at a small table in the corner of the pub, the firelight flickering around you. The warmth from the hearth contrasted sharply with the coldness you had felt all year. You and Thomas exchanged glances, words unspoken hanging heavy in the air between you.

He shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair, the weight of unvoiced confessions lingering between you. “You’re different,” he said finally, his gaze intense. “Stronger. I admire that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, the compliment washing over you. “I had to be,” you replied softly. “After everything…”

The room fell silent again, and you felt the vulnerability creeping in. “I thought you’d forgotten about me,” you admitted, unable to meet his eyes. “After you disappeared, I thought—”

“I could never forget you,” he said, his tone firm. “Not a single day passed without you on my mind. I tried to shove it away, but the thought of you being hurt… it haunted me, it did.”

His confession hung between you like a delicate thread, fragile yet binding. Your heart raced as you met his gaze, the spark of something familiar igniting between you. “and yet you left, but I understand now,” you said, the emotion spilling over (he explained that he had to be admitted to the hospital after receiving a life-threatening wound, putting him in a coma for months and weak for the rest. A reasonable reason for you to forgive him like lightning). “Although, I thought I could never forgive you.” sighing in relief.

“And now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, a smile slowly tugging his lips.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything you’d been through. “I-I missed you. Admittedly.” before pausing to look at him. "I missed you, most ardently,"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Then marry me.”

You blinked, sure you hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?”

“Marry me,” Thomas repeated, more sure this time. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” as he stands to walk closer to you.

You stared at him, your heart pounding. You had imagined this moment in so many ways, but not like this. You stood up with him as you looked into his eyes, and realized that you didn’t need time. You had known my answer all along.

“Yes,” You whispered, voice barely audible. “I’ll marry you, but you promise this time? No disappearing?”

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes shining with sincerity. “I promise. No more running. I’ll fight for you.”

As he placed his hand on your waist with a knowing smile plastered on his face he grinned, pure happiness lighting up his face as he embraced you, lifting you off your feet in a whirlwind of joy. “I’ll make you the happiest woman in Birmingham,” he promised, his voice warm against your ear.

As he set you back down, breaths heaving from the joy you both shared, he placed his left hand on your cheek, gently caressing it. With his icy blue eyes locked onto your lips, he whispered, “May I?”

You nodded, but instead of waiting for him to make the first move, you pulled him closer by his collar, kissing him softly. The deep groan that escaped him sent a thrill through you as he tightened his grip around your waist with his right hand, while his left hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the connection.

The kiss was tender yet electric, answering the questions that had lingered in your mind for so long. He missed you, loved you, and that was all you needed. You pressed your forehead against his, feeling the warmth radiating between you.

With a surge of emotion, you kissed him again, this time more passionately, as if trying to pour all the lost time and unspoken words into that moment. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you, tangled in each other’s arms, lost in a whirlwind of feelings that had been building for far too long.

------

He groaned, and you held onto his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. Good thing the pub was closed because, within moments, you found yourselves on the floor, completely lost in each other, breathless and exposed.

“Fuck, you feel so good, dear,” he moaned, his voice rough and filled with desire as he began to thrust in and out of you. His movements were slow yet deliberate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, each thrust eliciting heavy moans from your lips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, craving more of him. Every inch of your body pressed together ignited a fire within you, each thrust igniting a deeper longing. His hands explored your curves, fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you met each thrust with your own rhythm.

“Thomas,” you gasped, your head thrown back as the pleasure built, eyes meeting his fiery gaze. There was something primal in his expression, a raw need that matched your own.

He captured your lips again, the kiss becoming a desperate dance of tongues and breaths, a promise of everything you both wanted. With each thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, your body responding to his every move as if it were a well-rehearsed melody.

“I’ve missed… missed you, y/n,” he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. The weight of those words sank deep into your heart, and you pulled him closer as if the closeness could bridge the gap that time and circumstance had created.

With every thrust, the heat between you intensified, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You could feel the pressure building deep within you, a coil wound tight, ready to snap.

“Thomas, I—” you gasped, unable to form complete thoughts as pleasure coursed through your veins. Your body responded instinctively, tightening around him, and with a final thrust, you were sent spiralling into bliss, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave.

“Y/N!” Thomas softly groaned, feeling the way your body clenched around him, drawing him deeper into your warmth. He didn’t stop; he kept thrusting, wanting to prolong the pleasure that enveloped you both. Each movement sent another pulse of ecstasy through you, pushing you to heights you didn’t know existed.

“Please,” you whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations, your body teetering on the edge once more. The overstimulation was almost too much, but you craved it, craved him. “I can’t… too much…”

“Just a little more, love,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry, completely lost in the rhythm of your bodies. He thrust harder, deeper, chasing his release, wanting to see you unravel beneath him again.

With a series of slow, deliberate thrusts, you felt the familiar rush build once more. The world around you blurred as you scratched his back. “Thomas!” you cried out, arching your back as the second orgasm hit, sending stars dancing, moaning as you looked straight into his icy blue eyes.

“Y/N!” he gasped, feeling the way you tightened around him again, the sight of you unravelling beneath him igniting a fire within him. He couldn’t hold back any longer, thrusting into you a few more times before he finally reached his climax, spilling himself on your stomach with a low groan.

The room fell silent, save for your heavy breathing as you both heaved from the intensity of what just happened. Thomas slowly withdrew, catching his breath, and a satisfied smile crept onto his lips as he looked down at you, flushed and blissed out.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before rising to clean himself up. You watched as he retrieved a cloth and gently wiped away the remnants of your passion from your skin, careful and tender.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

He returned to you, covering you with his big coat, the fabric enveloping you in warmth. You nestled against him, both of you laughing softly, the moment feeling almost surreal. You just did it on the floor.

“Quite the way to celebrate our reunion, eh?” he teased, his voice light, yet there was an underlying tenderness in his gaze.

“Definitely not what I expected,” you replied, your laughter echoing in the empty pub.

As you both settled into a comfortable silence, the warmth of the coat and each other enveloping you, the world outside faded away.

-----(Watery Lane)

The next morning, Thomas took you to meet the family. Arthur and John were already waiting when you two arrived, grinning like they’d just won a bet.

“Told ya she’d come around,” John said, elbowing Arthur. “Just took Tommy long enough.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pouch of coins. “Here,” you said with a smile. “Your winnings.”

John chuckled as he pocketed the money, while Arthur grinned at you like you were already part of the family.

Polly watched you from her seat by the fire, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. After a long pause, she spoke. “You’ve got the backbone for this family,” she said looking deep into your eyes as she sighed. “You’ll do just fine,” Polly said approvingly. “You’ve got the strength to keep up with this lot.” puffing another hit on her cigar.

You smiled, feeling, for the first time in a long while, like you were exactly where you were meant to be. Felt like home.

-----(Married to Tommy <3)

Being married to Thomas Shelby meant more than just sharing vows; it meant a newfound power in Birmingham. There was an unspoken fear that rippled through the streets whenever his name was mentioned, and you could feel it. People admired you, not just because of your accomplishments, but because they understood the weight that came with being Mrs. Shelby. Thomas intended to keep you safe, to wrap you in a cocoon of protection that no one dared to breach. The knowledge that no one would dare hurt you, not with him at your side, filled you with a sense of security you had never known before.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you prepared for Thomas’s return home. You had spent the day tending to the pub, the laughter and chatter of patrons ringing in your ears, but nothing compared to the excitement of having him back in your arms. The warmth of his presence was something you longed for, something that made your heart race just thinking about it.

The door creaked open to your shared home, and there he was—Thomas Michael Shelby, rugged and handsome, the familiar twinkle in his eyes igniting a spark within you. You walked to him, unable to contain your smile as you flung your arms around his neck. “Welcome home, my husband” you whispered, your heart swelling at the sight of him.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you felt the world outside fade away. “I missed you, my wife” he murmured against your hair, his breath warm and comforting. Without hesitation, you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. The moment felt electric, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the weight of the day slip away. Thomas’s hands moved to your waist, drawing you closer as if he wanted to meld your bodies into one. You lost yourself in him, the world around you disappearing until it was just the two of you—lost in your universe.

Your heart raced as you pulled back, searching his eyes. There was a hunger there, an undeniable connection that only deepened with each stolen moment you shared. In that instant, you knew that this was where you belonged, wrapped in his arms, feeling utterly cherished.

Thomas leaned in again, this time capturing your lips with more urgency. His kiss was fervent, igniting a fire within you that made your breath hitch. The taste of him lingered on your lips, sweet and intoxicating, and you could feel the pull between you, a magnetic force drawing you ever closer.

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath heavy. “Let’s not waste any more time,” he said, his voice low and filled with desire as he swept you off your feet. You gasped, both of you laughing softly, placing soft kisses on his neck as he walked up the stairs.

"Oh dear Tommy, I'll always fold like a Makahiya Leaf for you no?" chuckling as you licked his ear eliciting a deep groan from him.

"No worries y/n, I'll wait till you open again like I always do" as he kicks the door close. As he laid you gently on the bed, the air between you crackled with anticipation. He kissed you as his hands pulled your nightgown up and your hands unbuttoned his vest and polo, leaving both of you naked in minutes (With Thomas in his trousers).

Thomas’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you beneath him, the soft glow of the setting sun illuminating your features. You felt your pulse quicken as he leaned down, his breath warm against your skin.

“Just relax, love,” he murmured his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine. He started trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and teasing, igniting every nerve in your body. Each kiss made you arch into him, craving more of his touch.

“Tommy,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer, urging him to continue. He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you, and continued his descent, his mouth leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

His kisses travelled lower, savouring every inch of you. As he reached the hem of your dress, he hesitated for just a moment, locking eyes with you, seeking permission. You nodded, breathless with anticipation, and he wasted no time in lifting the fabric, exposing your bare skin to him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over you as if you were a work of art. With a slow, deliberate motion, he kissed your thighs, igniting a fire within you. You squirmed beneath his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing against your skin almost too much to bear.

“Please, Tommy,” you pleaded, your voice thick with desire. He looked up at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face, before diving in, his mouth exploring you with a fervor that made your back arch off the bed.

His tongue worked magic, teasing and exploring, eliciting gasps and moans that filled the room. You held onto the sheets, desperately trying to ground yourself as waves of pleasure washed over you. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in this intoxicating moment.

“Just like that, love,” he encouraged, his voice muffled against you, and you felt your body respond, tightening around the pleasure he was giving you. He continued to work his magic, his movements expertly bringing you closer to the edge, the tension building deep within you.

As your breath hitched, you could feel the pressure mounting, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter until you felt as if you might break. “I’m going to—” you gasped, unable to finish your thought before he intensified his efforts, bringing you over the edge into a blissful climax.

Your body trembled as you rode the waves of ecstasy, calling his name, your fingers digging into his hair as the world around you spun. He didn’t stop, though; he continued to savor you, prolonging your pleasure as the overstimulation sent you spiraling once more.

“Tommy, please,” you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensations, but he only increased the fervor, his mouth working tirelessly. Your body responded, the waves crashing over you again, igniting every nerve ending until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

With a final surge of pleasure, you let go, your second orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Both of you lay there, breathless and entangled in each other, the world outside forgotten. Thomas gently kissed your forehead, his clean fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin as you came down from the high of your shared passion.

He finally pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze. “You alright, love?” he asked, concern lacing his voice, but the smirk on his lips hinted at his satisfaction.

“More than alright,” you replied, a grin breaking across your face as you snuggled into him.

After a moment, he got up to clean up, his movements effortless and casual. You watched him, feeling a warmth swell in your chest. When he returned, he draped a big coat over you, wrapping you in warmth and comfort.

“Ready for round two?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as you laughed, the sound echoing in the cozy room.

“This is going to be a long night,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye as you shifted beneath the warm coat. You could feel the remnants of passion coursing through you, and the sight of Thomas’s relaxed, satisfied posture ignited something within you.

With a playful grin, you pushed him back onto the bed, surprising him. His eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and amusement flashing across his face. “Oh? What’s this, then?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Just returning the favor,” you said with a smirk, your confidence surging as you climbed over him, straddling his hips. His breath caught in his throat, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

As you pulled back, you let your hands roam down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. “I think it’s time I take care of you, Mr. Shelby,” you whispered, your voice sultry and inviting. You could see his surprise morph into a pleased grin, and he nodded, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

You began trailing kisses down his neck, your lips brushing against his skin, eliciting soft gasps from him. The thrill of being in control sent a rush of adrenaline through you. With each kiss, you worked your way lower, taking your time to explore him, to tease and tantalize.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed, his hands instinctively gripping the sheets as you continued your journey. You could feel the tension building in him, and it fueled your desire to push him further. When you reached the waistband of his trousers, you paused, looking up at him with a playful smile.

“Do you trust me?” you asked, your voice a low murmur. He met your gaze, his icy blue eyes darkening with hunger as he nodded. “Always.”

You leaned down, slowly unbuttoning his trousers, your fingers brushing against his skin. The moment you freed him, you wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse in your grasp. You looked up at him, a wicked smile playing on your lips, before taking him into your mouth.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, and you felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound. You began to move your mouth in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, taking your time to savor him. Each flick of your tongue drew deep moans from him, and you reveled in the power you held.

“God, you feel so good,” he gasped, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you gently. You picked up the pace, your mouth working him with a fervor that sent shivers through both of you. The sounds he made only spurred you on, pushing you to explore him further.

As you lost yourself in the pleasure of the moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, intertwined in this blissful dance. You could feel the tension building within him, and it ignited a fire deep inside you.

“Don’t stop,” he urged, his voice strained, and you obliged, wanting to bring him to the brink. You intensified your movements, your mouth and hands working in perfect harmony as you brought him closer and closer.

With a few final strokes of your tongue, you could feel him tremble beneath you, his breath hitching as he neared his peak. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice thick with need, and you took that as your cue to give it your all.

With one final push, you enveloped him completely, taking him to the edge before he finally released, his moans filling the room as he spilled into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, feeling victorious as you pulled back to meet his gaze.

Thomas lay there, panting, his chest rising and falling as he looked at you with a mix of admiration and desire. “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Just doing my part,” you teased, wiping your mouth playfully before leaning in to kiss him again, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

You settled beside him, feeling utterly satisfied and connected. “What do you say we continue this long night?” you suggested, a playful sparkle in your eye.

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “I think I could be convinced.”

With that, the night was filled with love and sense of comfort. Thomas Shelby was all you needed. A man who could wait for a Makahiya Leave open once more and shower her with all his love.

Indeed, he was all you needed.

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🐧Wrote this in my laptop... The spacings off... I got lazy removing the extra spaces sorry bout the long spaces in between hope it was still readable :"3🐧

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Little You-s and I-s

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You and Tommy deal with the changes that come with your pregnancy.

Your pregnancy changed you a lot.

You became more sensitive to smell for example.

One evening, Thomas arrived home from the bar, and as soon as you caught the smell of drinks and smoke on him, you rushed to the bathroom.

Then there was the incident when you craved fish but before you could cook it, the smell of it caught your nose and again, rushing for the toilet you went.

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