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There’s A Woman…

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (sort of), Arthur Shelby x Reader (sort of)

Warning: Mentions of loss and abuse

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Note: Please Read – As some of you know I had a bout of insomnia last night and this is what I wrote at 4am. I debated not posting it at all. It’s just a one-shot, Imagine style. I’m not sure what this is. It’s probably garbage, but this is what happens when you can’t sleep… Just the deranged ramblings of an exhausted mind. 

I have no idea if any of this is factually accurate for the time period. Again, written in the haze of no sleep. I tried to verify my assumptions of girls getting married in their teens to avoid going into the system, I’ve heard of it happening in the US, but I couldn’t verify it for 1920′s UK. Oh and I feel like the reader is young in this, somewhere like 19-20.

If you enjoy it, like, comments, and reblogs are always appreciate.

Wrapped in your quiet cocoon, the fabric’s soft like a distant memory of better days as it envelopes you. The heat of your body held tight beneath the blanket, warming your skin from the inside out. The room is cold, the air around your face frigid as you burrow your nose deeper against the blanket. The sound of rain on the window lulls your mind as you dose in and out, unsure if it’s sleep or the whiskey that keeps pulling your under.

With a shift and creak, the heat changes around you, filling on one side, escaping from another. The chill from the wall reaches out for you back, poking and prodding at your spine as you reach for the warmth in front of you, seeking it out unconsciously. It’s warm and toasty, soft to the touch as you nuzzle your nose against it. The musky scent of whiskey and gun power winds tendrils up your nose as your lips part and you breathe it in.

“Vera,” The sound of your name fills the room, off a breath that’s low and gritty and muffled from sleep.

But you recognize it even in the haze of your own mind as the softness bleeds to subtle as he turns in towards you.

Your eyes flutter open and meet the most startling blue eyes you’ve ever gazed upon lying beside you. Even now, after years of seeing them, sometimes they can be so enchanting, so bewitching, they leave you frozen under their spell as you gaze into their mighty grip. He stares back you, barely blinking as if you’re all he can see in the dark.

“I did it again?” You whisper softly to him. No need for volume when he’s lying this close.

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, trying to remember how you got here as Tommy’s heavy breath fills the air around you once again, only further away this time as he turns from you.

“Yeah, ya did.” He states flatly. You’re eyes shoot back open as you hear a knock on the wall above your head.

You stare at the sharp line of his jaw as Tommy stares up at the ceiling lying beside you, thinking the line of it looks as dangerous as the razors on his cap.

“Found her, Arthur!” Tommy hollers to the room over as he gives the wall one more steady knock, the sound echoing against your face as you cringe from the sheer volume of it.

Resigned to leaving your warm safe place, you kick back the blankets as the feel of cold frigid air assaults you on contact, sending gooseflesh forming against your skin, hair standing on end, your breasts tingling against the chill as a shiver runs down your spine. Your night gown offering little in the form of resistance against the brutal winter nights.

Your head still feels foggy, swaying and shifting like a boat on rocky seas. Surely, it’s the whiskey. A Shelby now, you drink often and plenty, but tonight seemed especially plentiful. You lost track after your fifth glass of whiskey.

You’re not even sure what drew you in here this time, the urge unclear and hazy in your mind. You spot a glass of water on the table beside Tommy’s bed and think perhaps you had gotten up for it only to return to the wrong spot. Poised to move and return to your bed, you place your hands unceremoniously on Tommy’s chest to balance yourself before swinging your leg over him as he lets out a groan in protest. 

You could have climbed off at the end of the bed you suppose, but this was the fastest way out, and at this time of night and whiskey on your brain, added work just seemed unnecessary. You aim to brace your knee against the mattress on the other side of Tommy as you climb off, but the bed’s smaller than you considered and he’s lying against the edge.

You’re clumsy from sleep and had far too much whiskey, and you realize your miscalculation a little too late, as your leg falls off the side of the bed, toes landing on the icy floorboard as you sink down on top of Tommy’s waist.

“Fuck sake, Vera!” Tommy growls through clenched teeth, shooting up in bed with the feel of you on top of him, but as he rises, you slip down his body and settle across his lap. 

The sudden jerk in position throws you off balance as you try to climb off him. Too quick for the whiskey to catch up with as you sway, about to topple onto the floor in a heap before Tommy snatches your waist and you quickly clutch at his shoulders trying to steady yourself and not land face first on the frigid hardwood floor.

Your eyes meet and for a second your swallowed up by endless blue. Your hearts racing though you’re not sure if it’s from the near fall or the depths of Tommy’s eyes staring into your soul. A shiver runs down your spine, but you can’t be sure whether it stirs from the chill in the air or your precarious position. 

Hands clutching at his shoulders as his arms wrap around your waist, breasts pressed against the heat of his chest, your night gown pooled high around your thighs as you teeter straddled across his lap. Stuck between the chill of the room and the heat between your bodies, holding you captive with the grip of his eyes as the steady rhythm of his breath against your lips calms your rattle.

You search his eyes boldly in the near darkness. Searching for the young man he had been before. Always laughing about something, talking on about his dream to race horses, and always getting into mischief of one kind or another. But you can’t find that young man in the eyes staring back at you, not anymore. Sliced open and bleeding after Greta, all traces ripped clean from his bones after the war. He looks at you in a way that’s hard to read. 

So guarded and trained in neutrality, he’s hard to define. But you see something in his eyes that reminds you of yourself. Of loss, anger, and transformation, from the girl before her mother passed to the one you are today. You swear you see a piece of yourself in him, like looking in a mirror. Everyone’s intimidated by Tommy these days, but not you – you know what real monsters look like. He’s like a riddle waiting to be solved, though you’re quite certain it’s not yours to unravel. And for all his sharp edges and unpredictable moods, you still trust him, even now.

The sound of a throat clearing catches both your attention as your gaze shoots to the sound, you find Arthur leaning against the doorframe watching you and Tommy silently. There’s something in his eyes, something you almost never see and it’s not aimed at you, it’s aimed squarely at Tommy, but you recognize it just the same, tangled up as you are… Men and their cocks never cease to amaze you.

“Don’ be fuckin’ ridiculous,” you scoff, pushing off Tommy to swing your other leg over and climb off him. You know what it looks like, you’re not a fucking fool, but the idea it could be anything other than a misunderstanding was absurd to you.

“Get your wife, Arthur.” Tommy insists as he practically lifts you off him. Unable to get rid of you fast enough as you nearly trip again from the momentum and whiskey, falling against Arthur’s waiting arms.

Wife – the word is always jarring when you hear it. No one in the Shelby home calls you that, but Thomas and you still haven’t figure out why. Arthur’s wife, but only in name. Anyone sensible knows that. He married you at fifteen in a hasty ceremony done only to save your life. Arthur is many things to you - hero, protector, confidant, friend, but husband still isn’t one that fits, and luckily for you, he doesn’t expect it to.

Your father died in a factory accident when you were ten. Your mother was a good friend of Polly’s, you grew about around the Shelby’s. After she passed of consumption, Polly took you under her wing. Until the parish authorities came calling shortly after the funeral, taking to you stay with the fathers until they could locate your next of kin. 

You lasted a month there, before you managed to run away. Returning to the only place you felt safe anymore. You had been frantic and desperate, you couldn’t go back. They would come for you, Polly knew they would as they had her own children, but she had no legal claim to you. So she devised the only plan she could muster on such little time, in the whirlwind of your desperation… Marriage.

If you were married they’d have no way to take you. You’d be property of your husband. While John was the closest in age, he was already married to Martha. Tommy was out of the question as he languished at Greta dying bedside. That left only Arthur. A man thirteen years your senior, he refused at first, but when confronted with what they had done, what they would continue to do, and Polly’s word they’d figure something out later, he agreed. You weren’t easily convinced either, but Polly told you it was the only way and you couldn’t go back there.

You got lucky with Arthur. He let you know right away he had no desire for you and after leaving the care of the father’s, you needed to hear that. He said he’d appreciate if you helped Polly out around the house, but he no expectation of you ever entering his bed. You never even shared a room before he left for the war, bunking with Ada instead. 

That’s how you ended up falling in love with Tommy’s bed. Having free reign of the rooms once the men left, you and Ada tried them all, and Tommy’s fit just right. It had this little divot in the old tick mattress that fit you just right. You could wrap the blankets around yourself and curl into it like a swaddled baby. You felt safe and warm there. You freely relinquished it when the men came home, but it still calls to you from time to time.

When the men came back from war, you were a woman - a young woman, but a woman just the same. And things felt different between you and the Shelby brothers. Different then the way they saw and treated the scared girl left behind. Still Arthur never pressed you, keeping his word. It was unspoken he could get his needs met anywhere he pleased as long he kept you safe and taken care of. After the war, you shared a bed, but he never touched you unless you reached for him first. 

And nearly five years married, home from the war almost six months, you had never consummated the vow. Arthur Shelby was many things to you, but husband never quite seemed like one of them. But you did love him. You loved them all, even Tommy and his unpredictable moods and antagonistic jabs. So when Arthur offered to let you go, you declined. This was your family, where you wanted to be. You think maybe one day you’d like to give him a baby. You know he wants one and he certainly deserves it, but you don’t desire any of that now. Not sure you ever will. You still feel like damaged goods. You don’t know what the future holds, but you feel certain this is where you belong.

“Easy there, I got ‘cha.” Arthur tells you, slipping an arm under your legs to scoop you up like a bride.

“I got lost. Think I had too much whiskey.” You explain to him, leaning into the warmth of his chest, your face burrowing into the curve of his neck.

“That’s a’right. Let’s get ya back to bed, little lady.” Arthur tells you, holding you close with care. That’s what he calls you, not wife, sometimes Vera, but mostly ‘little lady’, has since you were small.

“Gotta stop doin this, Vera.” Tommy’s calls with impatience as Arthur carries you back to your bed.

“Night Tommy.” You answer, already half lost to the throws of sleep.

Once you’re gone, Tommy turns to his dresser to retrieve his pipe, unrolling it carefully. He plucks a bit of tar between his fingers, rolling and pinching until he has it just right. He burns just the outer edge of it, the sweet medicine crackling lightly under the flame, before he places it at the edge of his pipe. Drawing his lips to one end, he brings the other to the flame, letting it crackle and burn as he breathes in relief. 

Just enough to quiet the nerves and endlessness of his mind. Placing the pipe down carefully on the desk beside his bed, Tommy rolls against the mattress, his body seeking out the heated spot you left under the blanket. His face burying against the pillow that had rested beneath your head as he breathes you in deeply, letting images of you mix and dance with the opium as he closes his eyes to drift away.

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I'd Do Anything

Part One Tommy Shelby x reader

You met when you were sixteen and from there, your lives ebbed and flowed closer and further away from one another but there was always something that brought you together.

AN: begins in 1906, 13 years before season one. Each chapter will start in a specified year. Pre-war Tommy is of course very different as mentioned in the show and this is very important in the development of their relationship.

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1906

When you were a child your parents' marriage always seemed too difficult, with such a lack of care or affection for each other. More like two adults who had married for social convention than for love and you decided then and there that you'd never accept anything less than love.

Your teenage years had a few flings but you knew you were never in love with them, there was one boy you had met whilst watching your younger siblings play on Watery Lane with some other local children.

This boy didn't approach you initially, instead looked at you across the street with an inquisitive expression as he sat in a doorway with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. You decided to walk over to him which seemed to take the boy by surprise.

"Can I have a smoke?" You asked, attempting to start a conversation. He quickly scrambled to his feet and was noticeably smaller than you but most boys were at your age anyways.

"What's… what's your name?" He asked and you smiled before rolling up a cigarette and holding it between your fingers.

"I'm Y/n, and you?" You looked at him expectantly and he quickly brought out a pack of matches.

"I'm Tommy," he smiled and gestured to where the children were playing. "That's my brother John and my sister Ada. Arthur's around here somewhere."

"How old are you, Tommy?" You lit your cigarette and Tommy looked at you hesitantly before answering.

"I'm sixteen, I know you would have no way of realising that. I still haven't had my growth spurt." Tommy huffed and you smirked before telling him you were also sixteen. "Do you live 'round here?"

"I'm at the end of the street," you smiled "I hadn't seen you before either, if that's what you meant." You struck a match and lit your cigarette before handing them back to Tommy.

"Will I see you again?" He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"I suppose you will. But I'll be busier than before so you'll just have to have wonderful timing." You giggled and Tommy's cheeks went pink.

"I- I only meant that we could do more than watch our little brothers play." He stumbled over his words and you found it quite endearing.

"I'd like that. You'll have to meet me after around 5 at the school. I get extra tuition there on weekdays." You took a deep inhale of nicotine and your head seemed to clear.

"Why are you at school still?" He asked.

"Because, Tommy, I am trying to pass an entrance exam. They have a women's college in London so for the next two years I have to work harder than I have before." You felt the fogginess in your brain returning but you had to ignore it.

"I never considered leaving here and you're going to London, it's impressive." Tommy looked up at you and then averted his gaze, not wanting to make you feel he was too small.

"I have to get out of here, at least for a few years. Small Heath isn't the problem, it's my parents and their lack of concern for my education." You rolled your eyes and leant against the brick wall behind you. Tommy saw what you were doing and followed your actions, wanting to seem interesting.

"Jesus." Tommy let out a long breath and you nodded.

"There's no other way for me to break the cycle of my family never earning enough to get by and constantly being worried, I can fix it all." You tapped some ash off your cigarette.

"I can't say I could match you academically but I could definitely beat you at cards." He joked and you smiled.

"I wouldn't be so sure." You looked down at him.

"I could absolutely rinse you when you get all rich." Tommy raised an eyebrow and you looked at him with offense.

"Now that will definitely have to be tested." You smirked.

For the next two years Tommy would meet you after tuition every single day and when you didn't have tuition you would be spending the day with one another. Going on walks, visiting his family or going to his uncle's dockyard and messing about there. He was your escape from the fogginess in your brain that crept up when you thought about the future. He made you laugh and feel at ease with the world.

Tommy had figuratively and literally grown up in front of your eyes, now a bit taller than you and a lot more mature. The two of you acted like an old married couple with the way you bickered and then made up. But the two of you had never breached the subject of romance. Regardless of the Shelby brothers' teasing, the two of you had never brought it up.

You got a lot closer with Tommy's aunt, Polly when her daughter Anna was born. You loved babies and wanted to help in any way possible with childcare. Her and her brother Michael were angels to look after, most of the Shelby brood were. But they were always a bit more mischievous than the Gray children.

When Finn was born things got significantly difficult for Tommy. His mother was dead, his father had abandoned them and you didn't have the social faculties to try and soothe the hurt. You tried to help with Finn whenever Polly had to work or the Shelby offspring went to try to find work. But it wasn't the same between you and Tommy, he had taken the position of the leader of the family and the responsibility weighed on him greatly.

"Tom," you asked as you leant against the same wall you'd met in front of two years prior. "Can I have a cig?" You asked with a pleading smile, he looked unimpressed but rolled you one anyway.

"When's your entrance exam?" He asked.

"It's next week, I'm absolutely terrified. I didn't think trying to get matriculated would be so stressful after this much preparation but I'm losing it." You let out a long sigh and rubbed your eyes.

"You need time to chill out. Polly is with Finn, Ada and John all day tomorrow so we could go for a walk? Take the bus out to the countryside or something?" He suggested and you could have blushed. You didn't want to admit that you had feelings for Tommy but it was hard to not feel that way when he was just so wonderful.

"I would like that very much." You smiled broadly and Tommy bowed his head, trying to hide that he was blushing too.

The next few months after your entrance exams in London were a lot more relaxed than you thought they'd be. But it was all down to Tommy. He did everything possible to spend time with you and never even mentioned university so you could take your mind off it. All you could do was look at him adoringly as he made you tea and helped look after Anna and Finn. Polly often joked that the two of you looked like "a couple with a baby". The first time she said it you looked up from cradling Finn and Tommy looked up from spoon feeding Finn his milk. The two of you simply blushed to yourselves and never spoke of it again.

But the family was beginning to see you as a couple regardless of what the two of you thought about it. One night- more alcohol fueled than you wanted to admit- the two of you had been lounging all over one another as you drank more and more pints when someone started a daring game. Most of it was boilerplate dares until Arthur focussed his attention on the two of you.

"Tommy, I dare you to kiss Y/n!" He announced with a resounding cheer from everyone taking part. You looked at Tommy with a confusing expression and Tommy went to refuse but you put a hand on his cheek in some drunken confidence. He turned his head to look at you before leaning forward and kissing you deeply. In the back of his mind Tommy could hear his brother's laughing but none of it mattered. He was kissing you. Kissing the person who had made him anxious when they first met and now continually impressed him with their dedication and affection for others. The two of you pulled apart and both finished your pints before going up to the bar together to order another.

"Well that was…" you slurred and Tommy hiccuped which made you laugh.

"I liked it." Tommy said in a very serious voice before you both started laughing.

"I know you're definitely too drunk to remember this tomorrow but I've wanted that to happen for so long." To stop yourself drunkenly stumbling you were leaning against his shoulder with your eyes fluttering shut.

"You think I haven't?" Tommy asked as the pints came and you were convinced you misheard him.

"Huh?" You said as he went to move back to the table.

"You heard what I said!" He said happily before turning around and heading for the table. You stood for a moment and had to check your bearings, leaning against the bar. He'd wanted to kiss you? Your head was spinning and you didn't know how to process that information so you headed outside. The cold autumnal air hit you like a slap and woke you up a bit. You needed to calm down and try to figure out what had just happened.

Tommy turned around to see where you'd got to and saw your pint still on the bar. He knew it was unlikely you'd leave it so he stood up and looked around a bit before walking outside. The air also woke him up a bit and as he looked around he saw you leaning on the wall of the Garrison smoking a hurriedly rolled cigarette. He stood in front of you and took the cigarette out of your mouth before smoking some of it himself, you just looked down at his shoes and it made him shuffle uncomfortably.

"This is the longest we've been silent with one another the whole time I've known you." Tommy noted and you nodded without a reply. "What's wrong?" He finally asked and you stole back your cigarette.

"I'm just coming to terms with the fact that you wanted to kiss me." You wouldn't raise your gaze from his shoes and Tommy sighed.

"But you said you wanted to?" Tommy said, confused.

"I did, I do. But I didn't know that you did. For how long?" You asked.

"Since the day I met you, Y/n." Tommy admitted without any shame and you smiled.

"Even when you were that short I found you endearing so I suppose I did pretty early on as well." You finally met his gaze and could stare at nothing else but his eyes.

"So what are you so confused about?" He asked, taking a step closer to you.

"The eventuality that we might hate each other," You paused. "I don't know if I could live with it."

"Why would we hate each other?" Tommy seemed even more confused.

"If something happens and then the two of us grow apart and everything changes and I don't know." You trailed off and just lent against the wall and looked up at the sky.

"You're thinking too much again." Tommy smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"You're a bastard." You smiled a bit, not willing to admit he was right.

"You need to be in the moment." He said softly, moving slightly closer to you, your eyes met his before he leant down and kissed you.

You spent the night with him after that but waking up in his bed partially clothed with a banging headache, all you could feel… was regret. You prayed he wouldn't remember the night, the kiss and everything after. As you left that morning from the Shelby house you were so familiar with, you almost didn't look back.

By the following week much has gone back to normal between you and Tommy with neither of you broaching the topic of the night in question because what was there to say? There was an air of difference between the two of you but you refused to address it. You were back to hanging out together platonically, looking after each other's siblings and dealing with all the teasing about you both 'looking like a couple'. Even if you had to suppress your feelings forever it would be worth it. Tommy was worth more than a night of a drunken mishap, it wasn't that you regretted the act, you did regret the way it happened. You didn't want the first kiss you shared to be influenced by alcohol or the first night you spent together. You wanted it to be normal.

That week you received your letter from Bedford College and practically ran to the Shelby household. You burst through the door unable to speak with how out of breath you were, all of the Shelby's looked at you as if you were insane but you shook the letter at them whilst puffing. Polly took the letter from your hand and quickly opened it as you keeled over.

"Oh my god." Polly said quietly looking at the letter.

"W-what?" You managed to get out, absolutely terrified.

"You got in." She turned her head to you with wide eyes and a smile. You genuinely felt like you might faint.

"We've got an academic in the family!" Arthur yelled with a smile and even Finn started laughing happily. Your eyes fixed on Tommy and he smiled at you but his eyes were sad.

"Well done sweetheart." Polly said before embracing you in a close hug. "You deserve it."

"I think I might need a drink." You said quietly and she laughed.

Polly cooked you all dinner and sitting together you couldn't believe you would have evenings like this for a while. You looked at the faces of all of the people you were able to call your family and just wanted them all to come with you. The security blanket you'd had these last two years would be so far away in only a month. Anything you knew would be so far away and it was incredibly daunting. As you were all cleaning up, you and Tommy had been saddled with washing and drying, it had been about five minutes and he hadn't said a word.

"Are you alright?" You asked him and he nodded. "You have absolutely nothing to say to me?" You prompted and he rested his hand against the countertop.

"I'm happy for you." He replied in the most deadpan voice you'd ever heard before walking out of the backdoor. You sighed deeply before placing the plate you were holding back in the sink and following him outside. He was sitting on a rusty metal chair smoking a cigarette and didn't walk away as you approached him so it seemed he did want to discuss whatever was going on.

"Please talk to me," you said softly as you pulled an upturned box closer to sit near Tommy.

"What is there to say?" He brought his eyes to yours and you could see the glint of a tear forming before he sniffed and looked down.

"I know everything is changing, you know I love this place, I love your family I love…" you trailed off. "Anyways, you know I love it here with all of you but just because I love something doesn't mean that I can't want better opportunities for myself even if they are somewhere else. You understand what it is to want to protect people and I can do that with proper qualifications and a good job. I can help all of you the way I want too."

"We're not asking for charity." Tommy said harshly and you were taken aback.

"Charity? It would be a gift for all you have done for me." You were referring to the whole family but it felt as if your words were so directed towards Tommy you just didn't know how to express yourself.

"Everything is going to change." Tommy said simply and you rubbed the back of your neck anxiously.

"But you knew it would, for years you've known my plan." You tried to explain and he scoffed.

"It's different now. We're different now and it's not the same as before." Tommy tried to subtlety wipe his eyes but you saw it and it sent a pang to your chest.

"What do you mean?" You tried to deflect from what he was referring too.

"Don't tell me you're still pulling a 'Im too drunk to remember' excuse. You know what I'm talking about and honestly, I think we both might be finished with this conversation." Tommy stood up and tried to walk away but you grabbed his hand and then his leg and held on like a scolded child. You didn't know how to express yourself but you knew you wanted him with you. In whatever capacity that was, you didn't care.

"Please." You whispered and you heard Tommy sigh before stroking your hair.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Tommy sat down again. Your eyes were glassy and threatening to release tears at any point and Tommy knew that. You took hold of Tommy's hand and traced the lines of his palm so you didn't have to look him in the eye.

"I did what I did because I was scared. I meant what I said when I was talking about how worried I was that you'd hate me because things would change. Not that I didn't want them too but that they could end badly and then nothing would work the same as before. I'd much rather sacrifice my own happiness than our bond and the closeness I have with your family." You explained quietly and Tommy closed his fingers around your index finger tracing his hand. You looked up at him and could see the hint of a smile before he pulled you closer to him.

"The affection I feel for you would overpower any petty fight or disagreement we might have." He said softly and you smiled slightly, it tugged at the edges of your mouth like an annoying child.

"I'm sorry for leaving and-" you began but Tommy just shook his head.

"Everything is settled now." Tommy picked up your hand and kissed your palm. "I think-"

"We're going to the pub do you-" Arthur started saying as he opened the backdoor but then saw you holding hands and burst out laughing before going inside.

"Oh Jesus Christ." Tommy muttered that you could only laugh, which caused you to lean backwards and forget you weren't sitting on a chair. You tumbled backwards and hit the ground hard but you were laughing so intensely you ignored the pain.

"Fuck me, that hurt." You giggled as Tommy helped you to your feet. When you were stable Tommy kept hold of your hands and looked down into your eyes.

He was so beautiful. It took you back every time you looked at him, the way his lips parted slightly when he was near you or how his hair fell over his face so he'd constantly be pushing it back. Everything Tommy did was so endearing it was hard not to feel the way you did for him. When he leant forward to kiss you, it was the first time you had both been affectionate with one another with clear heads. It didn't feel real, like a daydream that would wander into your head whenever you were staring off into the distance- whenever someone tried to get your attention and it took a moment it was because you were usually thinking about Tommy.

"I'd do anything for that to happen again." Tommy whispered as the two of you lent your foreheads against one another.

Your stomach felt like it jumped out of your body, did an excited somersault and jumped back into your body. All you could do was smile.

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Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Wife Reader

Request from @crispynutella

I’ve always wanted to read something about the reader being Tommy’s wife during the whole Grace season 1 arc. Like Grace would be trying to get closer to him but Tommy is not allowing it because he has a wife that he is head over heels for. Jealous reader but quiet version maybe?

Feeling Tommy press a kiss to your head, you dragged your eyes away from the numbers. Offering him a smile, he was fixing his hat on top of his head. He liked it to sit just right, pulling on his leather gloves. He bent again, to press a kiss to your lips. Catching his hand, you pulled him closer.

"Bloody hell, you two are putting me off my fish paste sandwich," Arthur bellowed, with a mouthful of food. Proceeding to wipe the crumbs from his shirt, onto the floor.

"Who even eats fish paste? The war is over remember, Arthur," you teased, letting Tommy pull you to standing.

"Nothing wrong with this, Y/n. Done me no harm, growing up," he sniffed, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Slipping his office key into your pocket, Tommy brushed a loose curl from your forehead. "Can you make sure that's locked, ey?" His tongue ran across his lips, "I have a meeting at the yard, then I will meet you at The Garrison?"

Checking the time, on Tommy's pocket watch you leant against him. "I should be about an hour, I just want to double check the takings," you gestured with your eyes towards Arthur. He was taking another large swig from his flask.

"That's my girl, ey," he mused, leaning closer to your ear. "Might have something waiting for you at home,"

"Might?" you asked, face lighting up, “Like what?”

Grinning to himself, he winked while walking away. “Make sure you walk Y/n to the pub, and cut down on the booze, ey,” he warned Arthur, receiving a grumble in reply.

Watching your husband go, you felt your usual pang of worry. Plus, you knew that would only increase when you got to The Garrison. The new bloody barmaid was all over him, like a fly on shit. You could see straight through her. She wanted him. She practically drooled, when she looked at him.

“That a no, then?” You heard Arthur ask, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your daydream.

"You don't want a swig?" Arthur chuckled to himself, watching you shake your head going back to work.

Reaching the pub over an hour later, you could hear the rest of the family in the snug. Grace no where to be seen. Good. There was only so much of her ogling your husband, you would accept. Arthur held open the door, for you. The whole room fell silent.

Polly and Tommy looking at you, guilt across their face.

“Don’t stop gossiping, just because we have arrived,” you joked, wondering if they had been discussing you or Arthur.

“Just business, love,” Tommy lied, patting the seat next to him. Polly shook her head, lighting a cigarette. You could practically see the anger, oozing out of her. What had Tommy done this time?

“Here you go, Mr Shelby,” you heard, here she was the blonde tart. Placing the drinks onto the table, she smiled at Tommy. A hint of a blush forming on her cheeks. "Let me know if you need anything else," Shooting you a quick look, she reversed out of the room.

Feeling Tommy rest his hand on your knee, you scooted closer to him. He was actually oblivious to Grace's advances. You had observed him, when she was around. He hardly glanced in her direction. But maybe, that was when you were here?

The more you thought about it, the angrier you felt.

"I love you in this dress," Tommy grinned, brushing his fingers over the material. Tilting his head to the side, he pressed his lips against yours. "Was thinking we could go to London for the night, before Christmas? Just us, hmm?"

"I would like that," you beamed, interlacing your hand in his.

"You sure you have time for that, Thomas?" Polly asked, her dark eyes narrowing. "You have a lot to deal with here?"

"And it will all be dealt with in good time, Pol," he countered back, his body tensing.

Standing, you brushed your dress down. "Just nipping to the bathroom," This was your opportunity, Tommy distracted with his family. The pub was relatively quiet. Leaving the snug, your eyes searched for her.

Where the hell was she?

You sashayed across the wooden floor, your heels clicking as you went. The cellar? Tiptoeing down, your adrenaline was racing through your body. You had no plan, of what you were even going to say. Grace was balancing three bottles of whiskey in her arms, when she noticed you.

"Ah, Mrs Shelby, is everything ok?" she asked, in her sickly sweet voice.

Slightly pouting, you debated her question, while leaning against the wall. "Hmm, you tell me Grace?" You purposely spoke slowly, enjoying watching her squirm.

Blinking rapidly, she looked towards the staircase. Panic showing on her face. "I.. I don't understand, Mrs Shelby," Grace took a step back.

Sighing, you held out your left hand. Two gold rings sat upon your third finger. One with a diamond, Mrs Shelby yes that was you. "See this ring?" you asked, showing her, as you slowly approached. "You know what that means?"

Swallowing deeply, Grace nodded. "Yes,"

"Tell me," you smirked at her. "Tell me what you think?"

"That you are married," she responded, glancing upstairs again. Could she make a run for it?

"No need to be nervous," you chuckled, "We are just chatting, just two ladies having a chat. But, yes, you are correct, it does mean that," You were now centimetres, away from her. "So stay the fuck away from my husband, don't look at him, don't talk to him, got it?"

Nodding profusely, you noticed her breathing was shallow. "Yes,"

Looking her up and down, you smiled sweetly. "Good, I will only warn you once," Pushing the whiskey from her arms, you watched it clatter onto the floor. Smashing into smithereens, all over her clothes.

"Oops," you shrugged, walking back upstairs.

Entering the snug again, they all turned to look up at you. "Where have you been, Y/n Shelby?" Polly asked, a knowing look on her face. Sitting back down, you let Tommy wrap his arm around your shoulders.

"Oh, just chatting to the barmaid," you answered casually, leaning to pick your drink up.

"You wanna go home, love?" Tommy asked, stubbing out his cigarette. Totally oblivious, to what you had done. But, Polly knew you too well.

"Yeah, why not? I've finished here," you smiled, looking through the window of the snug. Grace staring back at you, wiping the whiskey from her dress.

Saying your goodbyes, Tommy held open the door for you. Pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Ready for your present now?" he asked quietly, voice rumbling against your ear.

"More than ready," you answered, not taking your eyes of Grace. "Goodnight Grace," you called over your shoulder, letting Tommy take your hand to lead you home.

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Paranoia

Drabble with the prompt-

"He's so obvious... it's embarrasing..."

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

This was a request, can’t remember who by, sorry !

Opening the door of his bar for you, Tommy guided you through. His hand coming to rest, on the small of your back. Leaning down, his lips brushed your ear. “This way, I can see Arthur and Pol,” he advised you. Steering you towards the bar.

The pub was busy tonight, not even the Shelby’s were in their usual snug. Instead, joining the rest of the customers. After a long week working hard, people wanting to relax. Greeting Tommy's family, you sat beside him. Feeling your body stiffen, as you locked eyes with someone.

Freddie- your ex

Well, you would use the word Ex very loosely. You had dated for a couple of months, until you had ended the relationship. There wasn't a spark there, had been your reason. He was a normal working class man. Too normal maybe?

No danger, no excitement.

Not like with Tommy.

Just over a year, yourself and Tommy had been together now. It still felt new, he was loving, tactile, passionate. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. Unlike Freddie, it was two pumps inside of you and he was done.

Roll over and start snoring. Leaving you feeling deflated.

Seeing him wink at you, you quickly averted your eyes. Tommy hated him with a passion. Without reason of course, he would hate anyone who had ever been with you. He was insanely jealous.

"Y/n? Gin and tonic?" he asked, running his thumb across your knuckles. Eyes sparkling, as he stared into yours. Making your heartbeat faster. God, you had fallen so deeply for this man.

Dragging your gaze away from Freddie, you nodded. "Oh, yes please,"

Watching Tommy approach the bar with Arthur, you found Polly grinning at you.

“You've noticed him, haven't you?" she chuckled, lighting a new cigarette with an old one. Before blowing the smoke towards the roof. Subtly turning her head, she glared at Freddie.

"He's only having a drink, Pol. Nothing will happen, just don't tell Tom, please," shifting in your seat, you positioned your body, so Tommy wouldn't be able to see Freddie.

"You know as well as I do..." she smirked, leaning forward.

"He doesn't miss a thing," you both said at the same time, beginning to laugh together.

"Here we go, ladies," came the voice of Arthur, loud in your ear even over the hustle and bustle of the bar. Shrugging off his over-coat, Tommy paused mid-movement. Meeting the eyes of his arch enemy.

Or, at least that was they way he thought about it.

Freddie didn't break his gaze, as if he was challenging Tommy to look away first. Instead he raised his glass, giving you a little wave. Throwing his coat, Tommy stood back up.

"Is he fucking serious?" he fumed, "I told him he was barred,"

Grabbing his elbow, you gazed up lovingly at Tommy. "Let's just have a quiet drink, hmm?" you purred towards him. "Then we can go home, have an early night, yes?"

Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, Tommy puffed out his chest.

"Please?" you tried again.

"He's so obvious... it's embarrassing," Tommy scoffed, but he reluctantly sat back down. Freddie was no competition, he reminded himself.

Stay calm, stay calm.

Twenty minutes later, Freddie was still glaring over. Tommy glaring back, hardly joining in the conversation. "I'm saying brother, Y/n should leave Marshall's behind. Come and work for us, ey?" Arthur yelled across at Tommy.

Without giving him a chance to answer, you interjected.

"We have already had this conversation, Arthur. I am happy at Marshall's, I run the office now. And if we spent the whole day together, there would be no excitement," you shrugged, picking up your drink.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Tommy chuckled, "Oh believe me, there would be, love,"

"I'm with you, Y/n. You keep your independence, oh shit...." Polly sighed out, eyes darting to the left. Watching Freddie approach, staggering in between the customers.

You felt Tommy's body tense, shaking his head, unbelieving. Reaching the table, Freddie gazed at you lovingly. Ignoring Tommy, as he wobbled regaining his balance.

“Y/n," he hiccupped, "How.... you've... have you ... you been?"

Your heart sank, this was so awkward. Polly was trying to hide her snigger, behind her glass.

"Fuck off, Freddie, before I chuck you out, yet again, ey?" Tommy snarled, subtly shaking his head, as Arthur made to stand up.

Keeping your composure, you smiled back at him. Reaching for Tommy's hand, "Good thank you, Freddie. We were just leaving," you lied, expecting him to move. Finishing your drink, you placed the glass back on top of the oak table.

"That right?" he slurred, ignoring him, you stood up reaching for your coat. This was going to end badly.

“Happy, are ya? Didn't... I didn't think you would whore yourself out," he laughed, as the pub fell into silence.

Standing up, as fast as lightening. Tommy knocked him to the floor, with one solid punch against his jaw. Falling, Freddie landed with a thump. Knocking your table, causing the drinks to spill.

Tutting, Polly began to pat her dress.

"You just won't take the warning will you, ey?" Tommy barked at him, picking him up by the lapels of his coat. "You want more, you want fucking more?"

Spitting blood onto the floor, Freddie began laughing. Hysterically laughing.

“You think I'm scared of you, Shelby?"

Rounding the table, you held onto Tommy's bicep. "You should be Freddie, and it was never going to work between us. You need to move on," you tried, not wanting him to come to nay further harm.

Despite the fact Freddie was in the wrong. You hated violence.

"Let's go," you spoke gently to Tommy.

"Move on?" Freddie scoffed, pulling himself to his feet.

Still unsteady, trying to swing for Tommy again. You pulled him out of the way, feeling a sharp pain against your cheekbone. Freddie had caught you. He had missed Tommy, and hit you instead.

Raising your hand to your cheek, you rubbed gently. In pain, in shock of what had occurred. The whole pub fell silent... you could hear a pin drop.

Gasps from the customers!

Taking one look at Tommy. Freddie made a decision, a stupid decision.

He chose to run....

Before he even reached the door of The Garrison, Tommy and Arthur were chasing after him. Polly clicked her fingers towards the barman.

“Ice," Checking your injury, she helped you back into your seat. "Better get comfortable, we could be here a while,".

You knew she was right, no doubt Freddie wouldn't be causing trouble again.....

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The Night We Met

Written for @runnning-outof-time lovely challenge, based on The Night We Met by Lord Huron.

This is a part 2 to my fic February 12th which can be found here. It can also be read independently.

After his younger sister dies at the hands of Billy Kimber, Tommy wishes he could go back to the night they met.

‘’She was beautiful, your sister- she’ll be sorely missed’’ a local woman approached Tommy, her hand falling to his back in condolence. The local people were afraid of the blinders, but they would come out for you. After all you might have been the sister of heathens but that did not mean you weren’t kind. You’d babysit the local kids, you’d take round bread- and you’d show up at church even though you didn’t believe. Appearances were everything, Aunt Pol had taught you that.

Tommy was exhausted-and he carried the emotions of those around him heavy on his chest. Your death was his fault, even secondhandedly, even though Kimber had fired the bullet- it was his debt. They blamed him. He could tell from the way that Polly slammed his plate down a little harder in front of him. The way that John wouldn’t take direction anymore. He could see it in Ada’s eyes as she sat tearfully trying to nurse Karl. The collapse in Arthur’s knees as he drank one too many. Just like the war, they’d never come back from this the same.

It was Tommy who now, with your funeral smoke still latched onto his shirt found himself sat in your bedroom. It felt like you’d only been there a minute ago, in a way you had. ‘’I remember the first night I met you’’ he whispered, his finger trailing across the dust of the shelf to find a photo of you. A family photo, you rested in his arms- your favourite place to sleep.

He did remember that night clearly. The walk home from the stables on a crisp cold December night. Frost on his boots that glistened against the stones of Watery Lane. Back then he was a simple 19 year old stable-hand, his only ambition to own his own yard. ‘’She had a girl’’ Polly had whispered, her hand caressing eighteen month old Michael’s hair as he slept on her lap on the sofa. Ah yes, his mother was due today. Babies seemed to be born in abundance as of late in Watery Lane.

‘’Do we have a name?’’ Tommy had responded, shaking the snow off his hat as he embraced the warmth. ‘’Not yet, your mums been too tired to decide, and your dad hasn’t been home’’ Polly sighed, moving to make Micheal more comfortable. ‘’The baby is in your room- to let your mum rest’’

You laid silent in your cot. Hours old and already accustomed to the loud noises of living within the den. Michael’s chubby hands had already examined you, and your older sister had already pushed her dolls brush through your slight curls. John, at seventeen had given you a disinterested glance and Arthur had wriggled you over his shoulder. The only one left to meet you was Tommy.

‘’Hello, you’’ he had whispered, leaning over to get a glimpse at you. Your brown eyes peering back at his blue inquisitively. You were trying to make out this face you had not seen before. ‘’Sorry, I’m the last one to meet you’’ Tommy had lifted you, placing you into his arms as you let out a small cry. He was cold. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry’’ Tommy had whispered, placing his finger in your mouth as you suckled softly. There was nineteen years between you, and Tommy had become an older brother before but this time was different- this time he felt responsible.

‘’She’s a beauty’’ Arthur Snr had leaned against the door frame. His eyes glassed from the beer and his loudness causing you to lean into your brothers arms. ‘’She’s quiet’’ Tommy spoke softly, looking down at you. ‘’Wait til she gets older son, then like most of the women in this family- she’ll never shut up’’.

Who would you become? Tommy wondered. Where would you fit in the world that couldn’t secure its safety for even someone as small as you?. It was no secret that your father had other women he pursued, it was also no secret that your mothers schizophrenia was worsening by the weeks. Tommy knew that if the world were to crumble around you, someone had to protect you- and that someone would be him.

‘’I can move her, if she’s bothering you-‘’ Polly had asked, coming to the door to find Tommy sat by your crib, a book in hand. ‘’I was just reading to her, Pol’’ Tommy whispered, you weren’t asleep but you were enjoying the soft tones of his voice.  ‘’Don’t you think Alice in Wonderland is a bit much for a 12 hour old? Or is it more for you than her’’ Polly asked, amused as he lifted the book. ‘’Reading to her distracts me, helps me forget…about Greta’’ Tommy sighed, taking a cigarette out his pocket and lighting it. He needed your comfort as much as you did his. It was the first time his mind had been given a moments rest in weeks, he’d never forget the night you met.

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

‘’He won’t answer to me, to fucking curly, anyone Tom’’ Charlie had exasperated as the black horse screeched in the stable- handing the reign to Tommy who rested his hand down its side. ‘’You’re missing her, aren’t you boy?’’ Tommy kissed the horses side. ‘’I get you- I want to kick this whole fucking stable down too, but that’s not gonna bring her back’’

‘’You didn’t have to react like that’’ you had sighed, hand caressing your horse as you heard the footsteps enter the stable. You knew they were Tommy’s. You’d been caught kissing Harrison Lee down the canal and John had found out through Finn. The gossip had spread like wildfire and before you knew it you’d been summoned to the office. Accusations running wild about your purity and John had already headed down to the camp to threaten Harrison. It was a ridiculous response to a childish game of kiss chase. After all, you were fifteen- nothing had been on your mind except a swig of cherry wine and a kiss against an oak tree. It was a lot less than they had been doing at your age.

‘’I know’’ Tommy had responded, watching as your mouth closed- it was ready to protest, you were always ready to protest lately. ‘’Good, I’m glad you realise you behaved irrationally’’ You sighed, not taking the eyes off of your horse. Tommy knew that it had been an inflammatory response, but it had only been three weeks since he’d found out Ada was pregnant. He couldn’t bear to think of you ending up in the same situation.

‘’Is it wrong to want you to be my bonnet wearing little sister for a little bit longer, eh?’’ Tommy sighed, sitting against a hay bale, and lighting a cigarette. ‘’I hated that bonnet’’ You groaned, as he raised his eyebrows at you. ‘’I thought it looked cute’’ Tommy smiled, watching as your face wrinkled in response. ‘’Go easy on us too, we leave for war and you and Ada, you’re these little angels plaiting each others hair, playing with dolls- we come back and she’s pregnant and you’re out snogging lads on the lane’’ Tommy spoke softly, your heart softening slightly. He had missed so much, you both had. ‘’It wasn’t a snog Tom, more of a passionate peck’’ you teased, watching as his face grimaced as he dropped his cigarette and stamped on it. ‘’Alright, don’t make me bring up lunch’’ he groaned, as you grinned before turning serious. ‘’Tom, do you think Ada is alright?’’ you asked, as he closed his eyes for a moment. ‘’I’ll get Ada back’’

‘’I was going to go for a ride’’ you grabbed the reigns of your horse. ‘’Mind if I ride along with you?’’ Tommy asked. It would be the last time you rode together. He would never get used to not riding alongside you. God, he wanted to go back to the night you first met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

‘’I think we should do something to celebrate’’ Polly spoke softly, looking over at Finn who was eagerly looking for their approval. ‘’Finn wants to bake a cake’’ . ‘’Finn, you have to fucking stop this now- she’s dead, Finn’’ John shouted, shoving his newspaper onto the table.

‘’John you’re hurting- we all are’’ Polly interjected, as Tommy dropped his fork. ‘’No, you’re right- we should do something to celebrate, she originally wanted a party at the Garrison to celebrate turning sixteen- so that’s what we’ll do-‘’ Tommy sighed, as Finn grinned in agreement.

‘’This feels wrong’’ Ada spoke tearfully watching as your friends all gathered in the Garrison. They had grown up so much in the last year- one day they’d grow up for good, get married, have children- all the things that you wouldn’t. ‘’I just want my annoying sister here’’ Ada tearfully spat, as Tommy reached for her hand.

It was good to laugh. They hadn’t for a while. It was good to hear music, your favourites playing on the gramophone. The same music they’d tell you to turn down, now louder than ever. Tommy’s eyes focused on his whiskey glass, spinning the ice around in thought. As he looked up, he was sure he caught glimpse of your red dress entering the bathroom.

‘’Button’’ Tommy had shouted- your nickname falling effortlessly from his lips. Entering the bathroom in instinct. His own belief desperate that somehow you’d be standing there. ‘’It’s just me, Mr Shelby’’ Anna, your school friend looked up from the basin confused. It wasn’t the first time Tommy had been haunted by your ghost.

He didn’t believe in spirits and spells, but he had seen you. He was sure of it. He had heard your footsteps in the next room as he tried to sleep. Seen your face in the reflection of his office doors. Watched as Karl followed nothing around the den but giggled in response.

‘’Sixteen eh?’’ Tommy knelt at your grave, the red roses that he placed in the pot that was shiny and gold. His hands reaching to behind the pot where a book lay drying in the sun from the rain. Alice in Wonderland, and as Tommy sat down by your grave as he did your crib, he found himself gently reading from beginning again. How he wished it was the night you met.

When the night was full of terrors

And your eyes were filled with tears

When you had not touched me yet

Oh, take me back to the night we met

‘’I forbid you from going-‘’ You had crossed your arms in defiance as you stood on the platform. Eleven years old, and you’d already said goodbye to Arthur and John. It was Tommy’s turn today. ‘’You need to help Pol and Ada take care of Finn’’ Tommy had sighed, throwing his cigarette to the ground and kneeling to your level. ‘’If you don’t come back-‘’ you had muttered, holding Finn’s hand tight. ‘’Who said anything about not coming back?’’ Tommy nodded, and lifted your chin.

‘’You listen here, eh, we are a family, whether we are in the same house or a million miles apart, anyways I have to come back because whose going to run the fucking office eh?’’ Tommy smiled as he swallowed a sob. He was scared, but more scared of never seeing any of you again.

‘’I was making sure Arthur was alright’’ you whispered, sat on the floor next to Arthur who was asleep on the sofa- Tommy interrupting the silence. ‘’He’s just drunk, Button’’ Tommy had sighed, watching as you relit the candle which had gone out. ‘’He’s always drunk’’ you rolled your eyes, as Tommy handed you a blanket out of the basket. ‘’Well, it helps with the night terrors’’ Tommy responded, sitting by the fire.

‘’He’s not the only one who gets night terrors’’ you swallowed a sob, as your brother looked at your dark eyes turning glassed. ‘’Why didn’t you tell us about them, if you’re having nightmares?’’ Tommy asked, a softness returning to him he hadn’t been able to show until yet. ‘’Because, I don’t matter- I didn’t fight at war, I have nothing to be afraid of’’ you whispered, watching as Arthur turned in his sleep. ‘’Of course you matter, eh’’ Tommy placed his hand out to yours and you flinched.

‘’I can’t touch you yet Tommy, if I do, I’m afraid you’ll disappear’’

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

The sound of silence as Tommy held the gun to his head. Taking a deep breath as he processed his thoughts. His silence interrupted, by the sound of you in the distance. ‘’Tommy! Tommy!’’ you shouted, as he looked confused before exiting the vardo- him tumbling down the hill towards you as you clasped in his arms.

‘’Did Polly send you?’’ Tommy exasperated, his arms clasping around seven year old you as tightly as possible. In his last moments, his mind had gone to you. If there was life after this Earth, it was you he wanted to see first. Your curls falling down your back and the bonnet secured on your head. ‘’You’re little’’ Tommy looked up, him examining your face as you sweetly smiled before fading in his arms.

‘’That’s how you imagine me, when you think of me’’ you spoke, your now adult frame standing on top of the hill. ‘’Button?’’ Tommy questioned, as you nodded with a grin. ‘’29 this year, Tom, can you believe it?’’ you responded, as he looked at you with sadness. ‘’I’d have given anything to have seen it’’ Tommy sighed as you sat next to him. ‘’I see a lot of you in my children, in Charles and Ruby’’

‘’So why are you going to leave them?’’ you asked, as Tommy sighed. ‘’Because I’m sick, Button’’.  ‘’You’re not sick, Tom, do us a favour and relight the fire? You’ll see then that you’re not sick’’

‘’See, I told you!’’ you spoke brightly, watching as he examined the newspaper. ‘’By the way, Tom, I think I’m a little old to be going by Button now, I think it’s time I start going by my real name, Alice, since you named me’’ you whispered, fading as Tommy turned around.

His eyes sore from the smoke as he headed up the hill and faced his burning vardo. Everything burning, apart from underneath lay a pristine copy of Alice in Wonderland. He knew that would be the most important night, the night you met.

Sinful Lust

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+

Would love to hear your thoughts on this fic!

You stood in front of the floor-length mirror, scrutinizing every detail of your dress. Anticipation had been building all week for this moment, but now a flicker of doubt crept in. As you questioned whether it was the perfect choice.

It clung to every curve, exposing just enough of your full cleavage. It made you feel sexy, but was it too much? Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you turned from the mirror to find your boyfriend smoking in the doorway. As he let his gaze drift across your body, he spun on his heel and called over his shoulder, "Let's go."

Feeling deflated at his lack of appraisal, you tottered after him in your heels, already wishing the night was over.

With his hand on the small of your back, you were guided through the bar, pausing every so often while he shook hands with his friends. You stood beside him, smiling when you needed to, remaining quiet and letting him do the talking.

"Sit, I will get us a drink," he ordered, wandering off to the bar, leaving you alone once again. Sighing, you checked your reflection in your compact mirror before glancing around the crowded room, your eyes finally landing on him.

Tommy Shelby.  Feeling your heart rate quicken, you boldly held his gaze. Who would be the first to look away? If your boyfriend caught you, so much as making eye contact with his boss…. Well, it made you shudder to think what he would do. 

As you heard the faint clink of a glass being carefully placed in front of you, you swiftly looked up to meet Joe's gaze. Leaning in close, he rested his hand on your elbow. To an outsider it would appear as a reassuring and comforting gesture. But no.

Gripping tightly, his eyes darkened, “Don’t be getting pissed tonight,” he growled in your ear. “You fucking show me up once… I swear to god…”

Nodding, you swallowed hard as you noticed Tommy making his way over. You tried to keep your gaze fixed on your glass, but you could feel your heart racing, causing your chest to rise and fall gently. “Joey,” Tommy announced, “You made it, ey,” His strong hand landed on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Long fingers gripping onto him.

“Course I did, wouldn’t miss John Boy’s birthday,” he smiled back at Tommy, shaking his hand. 

“Y/n,” Tommy spoke, his full attention on you, “You look beautiful,” Leaning over Joe he bent, softly kissing your cheek. “Really stunning,” he whispered. 

Seeing Joe’s eyes darken, you sat back in your chair. “Thank you,” 

“Go and say hello to Polly, now,” Joe ordered you, standing up you obeyed. Slipping between them both. 

“Everything alright?” Tommy asked Joe, once you left them alone. His gaze follows you across the room. Fuck … 

"Yeah, fine. What do you mean?" Joe asked defensively.

Tommy, concerned about the interaction, questioned, "Are you two arguing?" He didn't like the way Joe spoke to you. He felt like squeezing his hands around his throat. Then smashing his head off the table. “You know women Tom, never do as they are told,” Joe laughed, though Tommy didn’t find it funny. 

After spending time with Polly, you approached Joe. He was now standing alone, ordering more drinks. He had only got you one so far, and you didn’t have any of your own money. Gently resting your hand on his arm, you plastered on a smile.  “Did you order me one?” You sweetly asked, eyelashes fluttering.

“No, will get you one next round. Thought you were sitting with the women?” He questioned, “I’m talking business, you know how it is. Wait here while I go for a piss,” 

Resisting the temptation to gulp down his whiskey, you leant against the bar and found yourself facing a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“Drink for the lady,” Tommy winked, handing you a glass of champagne. Sensing your hesitation, Tommy thrust it into your hand. “It’s a party, Y/n, relax,”

Downing the glass, you placed it back onto the bar. “Thanks, Mr Shelby,” you smiled, checking Joe was out of earshot.

“Mr. Shelby?” He grinned, taking a step closer, sure he could smell your perfume. Observing your smooth skin, glistening in the lamplight. Hmm, he would love to bite that neck. "Very formal, Y/n,"

"What should I call you?" you asked, your eyes drifting across his prominent features. Thoughts of Joe long forgotten, time seemed to slow. Feeling like there was only yourself and Tommy in the room. Wishing it was...

"What would you like to call me, ey sweetheart?" his tongue flitted across his lips, moving ever closer. His breath fanning against your collar bone. "Would you like to fuck me, Y/n?"

Feeling your throat drying out, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yes," was your honest answer, gaining a smirk from Thomas. Seeing Joe approach you took a step back.

By midnight, there was only yourself, Tommy and Joe left. The barmaid cleaning up around you. Joe was wasted now, but more relaxed. Actually letting you sit with him, and join in with conversation. His hands wandering along your leg, under your dress. Gripping your chin, he kissed you harshly.

Hearing Tommy clear his throat, he stood up, reaching for his jacket. Pulling away, Joe grinned up at him. "Where you going Tom? It's too early for the party to end, come back to ours, we will have our own special party?" Helping you up, Joe smacked your ass, laughing loudly.

"Sure you would like that, wouldn't you, Y/n?" your boyfriend asked. "Bet you're horny now, hmm? She loves a good fucking, Tom," Grabbing your breast, he kissed you again.

"I will leave you both to it," Tommy stated, Joe was getting on his last nerve now.

Scoffing, Joe stepped closer to Tommy. "You think I haven't noticed, the way you both look at each other?" You stood before them both, hands shaking, wondering which way this was going to go. "You want to fuck my girl? That's fine, but I watch,"

Tommy frowned shaking his head, thinking Joe had lost his mind. "Listen Joe..." he began, before Joe held his hand up, cutting him off.

"Tell him, Y/n, tell him what you want," Joe ordered. Was this a test? Would Joe turn on you? With both men staring at you, you nodded, picking up your bag. This was the only way, you were going to get why you wanted.

"I want you, Tommy," you cooed, standing before him.

Eventually making it back to your house, it was just the three of you in your shared room. Joe sitting legs wide open, a bottle of whiskey in hand. Ready to watch, ready to observe another man fucking you. It wasn't the first time, you had agreed to do this with him.

He loved to watch other men use you, then he would take over.

You hoped Tommy wouldn't hurt you, like Joe did. Hoped he wouldn't be too rough, you were mentally bracing yourself for what was about to come. No doubt Joe would encourage him, to push you as far as he could.

Stood before you, Tommy let his knuckles brush over your cheek. Goosebumps appearing on your skin. His touch ever so feather like. Leaning closer, his lips brushed against yours. One hand on your waist, as his other followed the path of your spine. So sensual...

Lips meeting, he began to kiss you, small, gentle pecks, before the passion built. Tongues moving in sync, his hands holding your face. Already feeling the blood rush to your core.

"Strip her off," Joe bellowed, sucking on his cigarette.

"Say stop, I stop," Tommy whispered, unzipping your dress. Desperate to bury himself inside of you, but aware of Joe being there. This felt wrong, but fuck.... he wanted you soo much.

"It's ok," you answered, your dress falling to the floor. Tommy licking his lips at the sight of your body, undoing your Basque. Letting your breasts fall, his pupils wide with desire. Thumbs brushing your nipples, making them erect.

Dropping to his knees, he pulled your panties along your legs. Face right in front of your core, "Fuck yeah, give it to her Tommy," Joe laughed. Although exposed, you felt comfortable with him.

"So beautiful," he praised, pressing kisses along your thighs, holding onto your waist.

"Lick her pussy," Joe ordered, "She tastes so sweet," Joe was now stroking himself over his trousers.

Guiding you to lay on the bed, Tommy spread your legs wide. Before pausing .... was that? When he met your eyes, you looked away, ashamed. A row of cigarette burns, lined your left inner thigh. Holding your right hand in his, he squeezed reassuringly. Before gently kissing the marks.

"Clumsy, aren't you baby?" Joe asked, standing over you, before pulling your left nipple roughly. "She's something else, isn't she Tom?"

"So sexy," Tommy answered, before burying his head inside of your folds, his tongue licking a stripe. Instantly, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

"Oh yeah," you moaned, his tongue flickering across your clit. "Hmmm,"

Feeling you respond to his touch, Tommy felt his cock strain against his trousers begging to be freed. Gently easing a finger inside of you, your walls clamped against him. Lips covering your swollen bud, as he sucked gently. His finger sliding in and out.

"Oh god," you gasped, legs falling open even wider. Uncaring what Joe was thinking. This man was going to make you cum so fast.

"You gonna cum for me, Y/n?" Tommy asked, eyes meeting yours. Joe now pumping his cock in his hand. You getting turned on, making him want to blow his load.

"Yes please, please Tommy," you pleaded, back arching again, as he sucked harshly on your clit. Two fingers curling inside of your pussy. Tapping... tapping.... tapping your g-spot.

"Don't stop....don't stop," you begged, grabbing his hair.

"Jesus, Y/n," Joe groaned, standing over you, getting himself off. "Cum in his mouth,"

Looking back up at you, his tongue flicked harshly over your clit. Making you see stars, applying just the right amount of pressure. "Yes... ah...ah..." Your whole body shook, as your orgasm convulsed through your body.

Soaking the bed, had you ever been so wet?!!

"Open your mouth," Joe ordered, as you tried to recover. Obeying he came on your face, squirting his seed into your mouth, coating your chin. "Fuck yeah," he growled.

Grabbing an item of clothing, Tommy handed it to you to clean your face. "Lick me clean," Joe ordered, grabbing your head. Forcing his cock into your mouth. “Yeah bitch, clean me up," Holding the back of your head, he made you gag. Eyes watering.

A pleading look in your eyes, for him to stop. Struggling to breathe. Choking on his cock.

"My turn," Tommy warned Joe, squeezing his shoulder. Releasing your head, you gasped for air. "Get her a drink, eh?"

With a huff, Joe moved away handing you the whiskey. Swilling it around your mouth, you swallowed harshly. Wiping your eyes, humiliated. "Come on, Y/n," Joe warned you. Tommy now naked, his cock springing to attention. "Give him one of your best,"

Licking along his shaft, you slowly took Tommy's cock into your mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, feeling his cock twitch in your warm mouth. He was bigger than Joe, and clearly knew how to please a woman.

Watching you suck his boss, Joe was getting hard again. He was going to fuck you so rough, you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. Just how you liked it.

"Fuck... feels so good, I just need to be inside of you," Tommy groaned, taking your hand to pull you back towards him. Wiping his pre-cum from your mouth. "You ok?"

Nodding, you scooted backwards, drawing him along. For months, this moment had plagued your dreams. Every instance spent with Joe, was shadowed by a longing for Tommy. A need for him.

Hovering over you, you wrapped your legs around him. "Fuck me, Tommy," you asked.

"Fucking dirty girl," Joe laughed, ready to take his turn and fuck you now.

Running his cock through your folds, Tommy tapped it against your clit. Before letting his foreskin, slip inside of you, then gently pull out. Teasing you, letting the pressure build. "So wet again, fuck..."

Slipping slowly inside of you, you pulled your hips towards him, letting out a loud moan as he filled you.

"Ah Tommy," you gasped, wanting him to move. Lips brushing over yours, he kissed you softly. Beginning to pump in and out of you. Holding your right hand above your head in his, rolling his hips into you, walls quivering.

"Fucking perfect," Tommy praised kissing you deeply again, juices spilling onto his cock.

Thrusting harshly, you felt you walls pulsating. About to cum again, all over him. You were meant to fuck this man, he knew just how to touch you.

"Move over Tom," Joe ordered, his face full of anger. "I will show you how she likes it,"

Your heart sank, as Tommy pulled out of you. "Don't worry baby, I'm back where I belong," Joe laughed, thrusting into you with one movement. You braced yourself. Roughly pulling your leg, he hooked it over his shoulder.

Bending forward, he landed a harsh slap on your face.

"Tell me how you like it," he growled, slapping the other side of your face, even harder. Tears filling your eyes, "Tell me,"

"Oi, don't fucking hit her," Tommy warned, he would never hit a woman, he could see how scared you were. How hard he was pounding into you.

Releasing your leg, Joe wrapped his hands around your throat.

“She fucking likes it like this, stay the fuck out of it, Tommy," Grunting and groaning, he squeezed harder and harder, your face going red. Hands trying to pull against his arms. He loved to play these sadistic games. See when you would pass out.

"Joe enough," Tommy warned, his voice loud, as your eyes fell shut. Joe pushing further and further onto your throat. His whole weight on top of you. Crushing you.

"Fucking let go," Grabbing Joe, Tommy tried to pull him off. His anger rising.

"Fuck off, Tommy," He warned, applying more pressure. So close to cuming inside of you. You'd finally gone quiet and stopped struggling. Thank fuck, he hated it when you whined and moaned.

"Get the fuck off her," Tommy roared, launching Joe off the bed. Seeing you laying unresponsive, fuck.... "You fucking psycho!"

"Y/n?" Tommy asked, shaking your shoulder, "Y/n?" he tried louder, willing you to wake up. Lifting your hand, to feel for a pulse, but it was floppy.

"Fuck...fuck...." Tommy panicked, "Y/n, wake up, wake up," Grabbing you, he lifted your head, which lulled to the side. Skin pale and clammy. "Get a fucking ambulance!!"

Standing up, Joe caught his breath, “Too fucking late, she’s gone,” He stated, without a flicker of emotion…

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There’s A Woman || Part 2

Part 1 part 5

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Drunken shenanigans 

Gif Credit:@peakypeaky  @peakyblindersdaily  @themiseducationofb

Note: I don’t know how often I will update this or if I will ever update it again. But the support I got for part 1 was unbelievable. Thank you for that!!! A lot of you asked for a part 2, so here it is.

As always, Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are the cheese to my macaroni writing soul and make my fuckin day!

“You got a wild one ‘ere, Arthur. Best keep an eye on her.” John’s joking voice storms through the door, filling the home on Watery Lane as Polly unlocks it and everyone funnels inside after a long night at the Garrison. John spins you out on his arm into the entry way, having practically danced the whole way home.

“I can’t be tamed, Trouble.” You tell him with a playful wink as you call him by your favorite pet name, planting a quick kiss of thanks on his cheek for the good time before he heads home to his herd of kids.

You shoot a pointed glance at Tommy as you pass to make sure he heard your words too. He’s been hovering around you all night, sighing and trying to get you to have a seat and calm down. You’ll have none of it though, instead you take off for Ada standing near the fireplace, hooking your arm through hers as you both giggle and begin to spin around the room in dizzying circles. 

The whiskey rich in your veins, leaving you both hollering and carrying on as you folic clumsily around the small sitting room, until one of you trips and you both tumble to the floor in a heap of laughter against the old rug.

“Christ sakes,” Polly sighs “A’right, off to bed with the both of you before you break everything in the house.” She orders, like a good mother looking after her flock as she pulls the pin from her hat and places it down on the coffee table.

“A’right, you got the word.” Arthur tells you, coming up to you with a slow labored step of his own, reaching for your hand to help you back on your feet.

“Dance with me, Arthur.” You giggle as he helps you stand, wrapping your arms around his neck as a snort gets caught up in your fit, the sound only making you laugh harder. In one swift move, Arthur pulls your arms from his neck and bends down to swing you over his shoulder as you squeal in surprise and excitement.

“It’s off to bed for you, lil’ lady.” Arthur says, moving for the stairs, his uneven drunken steps jostling you about on his shoulder, making you laugh harder as you hang down like a rag doll.

“Fuck sake Arthur, put her down.” You hear Tommy’s frustrated voice fill your ears, watching his black leather shoes come into view from where you hang down near the floor, drunken giggles spilling free with the bounce from every labored step Arthur takes.

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Will you help me?

A/N: Hey everyone! I wanted to start writing for Peaky Blinders, so here’s the first taste of it. It’s only the prologue, but the chapters will follow soon. Let me know what you think!

Summary: The war changed everything between Tommy and Y/N and there’s a lot they don’t know about each other nowadays. Polly’s insistence and Tommy’s ‘business’ reveal things they would both rather keep locked away. Will she help him? And will he help her?

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x fem!reader

Prologue

A sigh leaves Y/N’s lips as she hears the first brawling men come into The Garrison. She knows more will be arriving soon and she usually makes sure she’s gone by the time most of them arrive, but today she has work to catch up on, so she’ll be stuck here for a bit longer. After a while she throws her pen down in frustration; all the noise is making it impossible for her to focus. It’s actually somewhat of a relief when the door opens, and someone stumbles into the room.

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In The Bleak Midwinter

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,  Part 12 & Part 13

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mentions of death

Gif Credit: @peakymurphy​ & @peakyblinders1919​ Thank you for letting me use your beautiful gifs!

Tag: If you want to be tagged let me know.

My Intent: Alright, I’m attempting to purge this from my soul. So this is sort of a hybrid. It’s first person, because I love how that makes it feel, but you are also a character, with a name and backstory. So hopefully you don’t hate it.

Also, it should be noted I love Grace and Tommy. So Grace will be held in high regard in this story. This story takes place in season 3, I think. And this is my first Peaky Blinders story, so go easy on me. I’m full newb.

My other stories are not forgotten, but this idea gave me no peace.

As the car takes the long drive up to the manor, you can hardly believe your eyes. 

It’s far bigger than anything you’ve seen in a long time, but you expect nothing less for Mr. Thomas Shelby.

The manor is a rich red color that reminds you of the clay that sticks to your boots after a heavy rain has washed away the top soil. 

The windows stare back you like blinking eyes - tall and plentiful, like gatekeepers for the secrets inside. 

With a grand stone archway entrance that announces you’ve arrived.  

It’s more than you ever hoped to offer Finn, compared to that tiny shoebox room you were squeezed in before in Small Heath. 

It’s quiet out here in the country too. No drunken men hollering in the streets, fornicating and fighting before your son’s eyes at every turn. 

The idea of working for Thomas Shelby is an intimidating one, as it should be, but it’s a chance for Finn. A chance for something more, so you had to take it.

Finn gawks in wonder as the car pulls up the drive. 

His jaw slack, eyes wide, and you have to tell him more than once to return to his seat while the car is still moving, as he fidgets about the vehicle in amazement at what’s before him. 

You catch the smile that edges at Polly’s face as she watches your son. And you get the sense you or Finn remind her of someone, someone she lost or maybe a former version of herself, and that’s why she’s extended this offer so graciously to you.

“Who’s this? Tommy said no more visitors.” A young woman asks as Polly leads you and Finn in through the entrance, ceiling so tall you have to crane your neck back to see the top.

With dark curly hair swaying around her shoulders, deep features, and fire in her eyes, surely, she’s a Shelby. 

And judging by the way she looks only a few years older than you, you guess she’s Thomas’s sister, Ada. 

You’ve heard of her too, you’ve heard of them all, but who hasn’t in these parts.

“I brought her here to help with Charlie, Ada. Tommy is going to need a hand.” Polly says with ease, as if she’s got it all already figured out. 

A beautiful woman for her age. With dark curly locks and skin pale like the full moon. There’s something bewitching about Polly’s eyes and the curl of her mouth that makes you think she knows everything, capable of anything, and probably both.

But the weary look Ada sends her way makes you feel less confident about the whole arrangement. Like maybe things aren’t as settled as Polly made them seem.

Turning your way, Ada looks you over. 

“And the boy?” She inquires with a tilt of her head, glancing at your son who stands nervously at your side, trying to look taller than his tender years.

“Her son.” Polly answers before you can.

That answer seems to soften Ada a bit. Her eyes easing off their edge as a small almost indiscernible smile curls at the corner of her mouth.

“A widow, good.” She says, mostly to herself. 

And the way she eyes you, as you stand silently hoping to be approved, you can see the idea of your loss eases something inside her.

“Very well, Tommy’s in the parlor.” You hear her say, as you turn back to Finn with the feel of his tug on the length of your coat.

Your eyes meet your boy’s baby blues as he gazes up at you as if he’s torn between sheer excitement and intimation being surrounded by all this.

“What’s a widow, mum?” His young voice asks you as he stays close around your legs.

Finn’s never seen a place like this and certainly never stepped foot inside one. 

You want things for your boy, good things, better than you have, but you’ve only ever been able to scrape by. 

But this is your chance to change all that, your chance to give him what you never could before.

“Your mum apparently.” You say with a small laugh, smiling down at him with reassurance as you pinch playfully at the apple of his cheek.

“This way,” You hear Polly say as you glance back up with the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden floors. 

Taking Finn’s hand as your lead through the house. Deep mahogany walls greet you at every turn, ornately carved and shining. 

Beautiful things fill every space your eyes can reach. Things you’ve only seen in the pictures and could never imagine lying before you in full color.

Finn’s hand reaches out in curiosity before you quickly slap it away.

“Touch nothing.” You scold him gently as fear speeds up your heart. This place like one giant bomb, set anything off and this opportunity could blow up around you.

Entering the parlor, you take in the sight of the walls filled with books as you follow Polly near his desk. 

Mr. Shelby’s seated behind it, only glancing up as you approach. 

He eyes you, your eyes catching as you feel Finn dart behind your coat. You don’t look away, don’t blink, you’re not even sure you breathe, it feels like a test and you’ll be damned if you fail it.

Polly starts in, pulling his attention as you suck in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

He’s not as tall as you expected, Mr. Shelby. The myth larger than the man, but he has an energy about him. Bigger than life. Like a vortex, pulling all the energy from the room and pointing it squarely upon him. 

It’s in that moment you realize the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. Comin’ into the home of a man who’s just lost his wife, offerin’ to help with his now motherless child, the situation couldn’t be more bleak.

You try and smooth down Finn’s hair, drawing him out from behind you as Polly tries to seal the deal. Their words filling your ears as you turn back.

“Fuckin hell Pol, he has one. Just cause she’s- doesn’t mean-“ Mr. Shelby stumbles over his own words and you can see he’s growing agitated.

“I know, Tommy, I know, but you need help. Children require a lot of time. You have the business to think about and she needs a job. It solves both your problems.” Polly says diplomatically, and you get the sense she probably knows how to talk to him better than anyone.

“She looks weak, Pol. Skin and bone the best you can find.” He insults, his eyes surveying you briefly like an item he’s considering for purchase, but never meets your eyes.

It’s true, you could use a few pounds, but you’ve barely eaten. What little you have mostly goes to Finn. 

You take just enough to get by, keep going. You don’t have the luxuries of more, but circumstance hasn’t dampened your spirit. 

If anything, it’s made you more strong willed, you have no doubts what you’re fighting for.

“That may be, but I’m strong and good with children.” You speak up suddenly before Polly gets a chance and all eyes turn on you instantly. 

Polly looks surprised, but Mr. Shelby, his gaze is to vacant to warrant anything worth counting.

“We’ll see about that.” He answers before rising from his chair and calling for the help.

“Mary!” An old woman appears in the doorway behind you before Mr. Shelby summons her to retrieve his son. 

When she returns with the boy, Mr. Shelby is quick to take him. Holding him close as he walks over to you, his gaze cautious as he stands before you.

The boy is precious to say the least. With big round cheeks, sky blue eyes, and straight rust colored hair. 

He looks like his father, but the color reminds you of Finn’s when he was just a baby.

“Hi Charlie, I’m miss Fiona.” You tell him softly, smiling over at him as your fingertips dance along his hair, the apples of his cheeks, settling on his plump little hand as he wraps it around your finger.

You catch the little boy’s eyes on Finn with curiosity.

“This my son, Finn. He’s just a little older than you.” You tell him, explaining matters most would think are too advanced for a child of his age, but you always felt children understood far more than we gave them credit for.

Charlie glances back up at you and you greet him with a smile as you reach for him, praying he’ll trust you enough to let you hold him.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief when Charlie reaches for you in return and lets you pick him up. 

Placing him on your hip, you give him a gentle hug.

“Hello sweet boy.” You whisper into his hair as your hand runs down along it.

Charlie reaches for Finn and a smile breaks out wide on your face as Finn takes his hand, the boys enamored with each other.

Your face shoots back up to Mr. Shelby as he clears his throat. 

His eyes are hollow deep pits filled with raw madness that’s barely contained. He looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks. 

Perhaps he hasn’t. You wouldn’t know, you don’t know this man, but you need this job, so you stare back into his eyes as if the sight of them didn’t break your heart.

“Alright then,” He says simply on a low gritty breath, giving his approval as he sparks a cigarette.

“But don’ touch anything in the house. Not a fuckin’ thing.” He practically spits out at you, his words shivering down your spine as you take it, because he isn’t the first man to send a blow your way.

“Mary prepare a room for Miss Fiona and her boy.” Mr. Shelby orders. And just like that, you’ve changed your son’s world.

 Mr. Shelby is cold and distant, and you expect nothing less of a man who’s lost his heart. So you keep your distance and attend to the little one. 

Charlie is easy to care for, easy to love. He’s sweet and joyful, and the boys have taken to each other easily. 

The only hardship is the way he breaks your heart every time he calls for his mum. You wish you knew her. Knew how to bring her to life for him.

The house is bigger than any you’ve ever stayed in, but still Mr. Shelby and his moods manage to find you even inside these many rooms. 

You know you shouldn’t be surprised. Not after the way you heard his family talking about his current state earlier in the morning. 

But still, the way he comes at you, almost as if on attack, as if he needs to bite at something to lick his own wounds, and you’re the nearest one in sight, takes even you by surprise.

You’re preparing a picnic for the children since the sun has decided to come out from its hiding place, when Mr. Shelby thinks it’s time to a have a word.

“I asked around about yeah…” He starts as he appears suddenly, standing across from you in the white tiled kitchen. 

You’re unsure if his interlude is supposed to stir a response, but you pay it no mind, barely glancing over his way as you await him to continue.

“Thought I hired a good catholic widow.” He says, his words low and full of innuendo as he pulls at a cigarette on his lips.

Your hands settle from the basket you’re tending to and offer him the undivided attention he seems insistent on having.

“I am a good catholic.” You tell him, looking him square in the eye, unflinching, because you’ve heard worse, from worse and you decided long ago others weren’t going to define you.

“Aye, a good fucking catholic girl who got herself pregnant outside of marriage.” He says, with that unflinching stare you can sense has a way of riling people up.

And it’s good, he’s good at pushing all the right buttons, because the indignant way he speaks to you easily serves its purpose and instantly you’re defensive of his claim.

“He loved me.” You defiantly tell him and anyone else who will listen. 

How dare he take the moral high ground. He may have friends, and those with loose lips who are quick to pass judgement upon you, but you’re no fool to Mr. Shelby’s doings either. 

You know about the Peak Blinders, everyone in these parts does. How dare he think he has a leg to stand on talking to you about morality.

“That why he ran off to the war stead of makin’ an honest woman of you?” He carries on, undiminished by the fire on your tongue. 

And you know you should shut up, leave it be. This man has given you a job, given you and your child room and board, food in your bellies, living in a place far more grand than any you ever could have imagined. But even now, all these years later, you can’t rest when others presume to know how your son came to be a bastard, as they are so quick to call him to your face and behind your back.

“He didn’t know about the baby and when I sent word, he gave me his. Even from the pits of hell over there he promised we’d marry once he came home, but he never made it back. Swallowed up like the rest of ‘em to slaughter.” Tears biting at your eyes as you push them down and tighten your jaw.

“So you Mr. Shelby, you and all the others, you know nothing of it. Not a thing.” You unleash upon him. 

You know the sins you committed. Know the price you and your son will pay for the rest of your lives, but you weren’t some foolish girl who got taken for a ride. And you’re tired of the world pretending as if you were.

Mr. Shelby’s goes silent with your confession, his face expressionless, but his eyes hold upon you, steady with you. 

You get the sense you’ve taken him by surprise. Maybe he wasn’t expecting such a fervent response, maybe he didn’t think you had fire in your belly, or maybe what Polly had told you was true, he knows a little something about the prices of war. 

Whatever the reason, Mr. Shelby doesn’t speak again and as your burners cool, you begin to feel the need to backtrack before you ruin a good thing for your son.

“I apologize Mr. Shelby. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” You say formally, cordially, albeit forced, before you scoop up the biscuits and jam, placing them into the open basket resting on the butcher block before you.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking the children for a picnic while the weather still permits.” You say softly before making a hasty escape.

You’re nearly free, basket in hand, eyes staying steady down around your hands as you try to slip past him, but his arm drops down, blocking your passage, and you’re forced to look up at him, awaiting his word.

In your short time there you’ve learned Mr. Shelby has a way of taking up space, filling even the largest of rooms when he stands in them. 

You find Mr. Shelby’s gaze waiting for you, and you brace yourself for the repercussion of your quick temper, but they never come.

“I didn’t…” He starts, his words stalling as he pulls at the cigarette on his lips.

You can feel he’s struggling, fighting with an apology of some sort. So you set him free.

“No need. You’re entitled to your opinions, Mr. Shelby. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my son. Given me a job in all.” You say, the blue of his eyes holding you captive. 

The depth of them like a pit that could swallow you up if you stand too close to its edge.

“Charlie likes you.” He notes on a long breath, his words easing the tension thick between you.

“And I adore him.” You say simply.

Your answer pleases him and seems to diffuse the moment as he offers you a quick nod and lets you pass.

Masterlist: BETRAYAL

Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader x Luca Changretta

COMPLETE

Now also available as x OC story on AO3

Summary:

Tommy Shelby and Y/N (or, Matilda ‘Georgie’ George - OC) have been friends since they were four years old. Growing up on the streets of Small Heath they fell in love, only to be separated by the Great War. But when Tommy returns, he is not the same man. After the events of s1, their love rekindles and keeping it quiet from friends and family, the pair embark on a new relationship.

But when Tommy makes an impulsive, catastrophic choice one night, he finds himself having to live with the consequences. Consequences that eventually find him locked in a deadly battle against the woman he loves the most.

Warnings for whole story: 🔞 This is very angsty piece and littered with bad language. It contains some smut and some very dark themes, including domestic violence and sexual assault. For that reason, I respectfully ask minors not to interact. All chapters have their own warnings so please do check these before reading.

Credit: There are scenes and dialogue lifted from series 3 and series 4 of Peaky Blinders used throughout this story. I take no credit for Steven Knight’s writing or characters. Everything else is my own and I do not give permission for it to be replicated without consent.

STORY - complete

Part 1: It’s Always Been You

Part 2: You Could Be Happy

Part 3: New Places, Old Faces

Part 4: Vows

Part 5: Aftermath

Part 6: Black Hand

Part 7: Homecoming 🔞

Part 8: Women’s Business

Part 9: Deal With The Devil 🔞

Part 10: Photograph

Part 11: Leverage

Part 12: Gin

Part 13: Provisions

Part 14: Firelight

Part 15: Family Meeting

Part 16: Letters 🔞

Part 17: Black Star Day

Part 18: The Switch 🔞

Part 19: Revelations 🔞

Part 20: Vardo

Part 21: Negotiation

Part 22: The Fall

Part 23: Truths Within The Lies

Part 24: The Longest Night

Part 25: Submission

Part 26: Endgame

Part 27: Afterwards

Part 28: Epilogue 🔞

SHORTS

One shots, inspired by the story

From Paris With Love 🔞

A Sky Full Of Stars

The Princess of Camden Town

Til Death Do Us Part - dark!au spin-off blurb

Masterlists: TOMMY | ALFIE | LUCA | MAIN

where you’re supposed to be

pairing: tommy shelby x reader 

summary: tommy comes home late, yet again, but now you want to know where he was and why he’s in pain

warnings: none 

words: 931

a/n: so this idea popped in my head a while ago, and I thought it was too cute not to write. this is my first time writing for tommy (or anything peaky blinders), but I love this show so much and I absolutely adore writing for it. feel free to request other peaky blinders characters (I will let you guys know who I write for soon) because I’d love to write them! please stay safe and have a fabulous day!

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After years of dating and nearly a year of marriage, Tommy’s late-night arrivals were no longer a surprise. It was something that had become normal for your daily life, so the one evening when Tommy came home, unusually, late raised no suspicions. If something were truly wrong, you knew you would be the first to know. Instead, Tommy had simply undressed, kissed your forehead, and promptly fell asleep, and by morning the event had completely left your mind. It wasn’t until a few evenings later your mind remembered that night.

On a rare occurrence, Tommy had come early, so you took the time to curl up in bed and simply enjoy each other’s company. As you laid in your husband’s arms, eyes closed peacefully, the rain drizzled outside and the fire crackled and popped quietly every few seconds. With your head on his shoulder, Tommy stared at your intertwined fingers, and as sleep began to beckon you, your head naturally fell to rest against Tommy’s chest – near his heart.  

At the subtle, but sudden, movement, Tommy winced and tried to hold back a hiss of pain, but your ears caught the noise. Immediately, you sat up and turned to glance at your husband, eyes filled with worry. “What’s the matter, Tommy?” you asked and stared at where your head had just been. 

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