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I’m not crying, you are! Also, I’m new to the Peaky Family, too! 

Hi! Welcome to our Peaky family! 🥰💗 I hope you'll have a great time here! If your requests are open, could you please write something about dad!Tommy? I'm dying to read something new with dad!Tommy. His interactions with children always melt my heart!

J.

My little girl

*I do not give consent to steal my work, it is all my original Ideas and hard effort put into writing these. Requests are always welcome and feedback appreciated.*

By: Thomas-Shelby-gurl

Summary: Y/n had gone to help a grieving mother, leaving Tommy to care for their youngest. 

A/n: I’m not necessarily sure of how good this will be, I grew up without a dad so I never really knew what it was like. I tried reading some dad!Tommy fics to kinda understand a little so we will see how this goes. Thank you for the request, it’s my first one and I am fairly excited to write it. Requests are open. I pretty much write anything. I used some lyrics from the song ‘My little girl’ By Tim Mcgraw. That song just touches my soul.

Tommy watched the car pull out of the drive as y/n went to console the wife of one of the Blinders who had lost her son. y/n was one of the most caring people Tommy knew, and that is one reason he admired her so much. 

Before she had left she put their youngest, Elizabeth, down for her nap. Hoping to not totally traumatise her husband with the responsibility of taking care of an 18 month old. 

It had not been even five minutes after y/n had left the house that the soft cries could be heard. 

Tommy had immediately jumped up instinctively rushing to the aid of his daughter. When he entered the room he was met with the sight of Elizabeth, arms hanging over the side of the crib, and small hands opening and closing around nothing but air. He took a few long strides over to where his daughter was, effortlessly picking her up and cradling her in his arms. He bounced her lightly to try to calm her, but nothing seemed to ease the toddler's nerves.

Tommy took in a deep breath, singly softly to the girl.

“You beautiful baby from the outside in, chase your dreams but always know the road that’ll lead you home again. Go on take on this whole world, but to me you know you’ll always be, my little girl.” He sang while gently bouncing her back to sleep. 

Despite his tough outside, he relished moments like this. The sweet moments with his girls, the girls he would give the world for. 

He made his way down the steps, carefully taking one stair at a time as to not wake the little one pressed against him. The couch was his next stop, he slowly eased down into the cushions, pulling a blanket over him and his baby girl.

Y/n approached the steps of their home, the house was silent, and she honestly didn’t know whether to be pleased or terrified. 

She opened the door, and walked in. Soft snores could be heard from a room over.

“Tommy?” She questioned, stopping herself from saying anything further when she saw their daughter cuddled up in her daddy's arms. Yn smiled, a tear slipping down her face. 

They looked so cute, and peaceful. Tommys arms wrapped around the small child, and her right hand reached up, holding onto his hair. 

The picture was everything Yn had always wanted in life, and it was times like these she preserved in her memory, that she branded into a special part of her. 

She set her stuff down, pulling the blanket up more to cover the two.

“I love you both.” She pressed light kisses to the tops of their heads, and went to lay down on the other couch. 

She was warned about being with Tommy, but underneath the shell he had created, was a regular man who just wanted to be loved, and to love. And with those two in his life, he would be set for life.

Tommy: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Grace: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Tommy: Absolutely not.

Made something for the Peaky Blinders fanfiction I'm writing! Not sure if this will be the title, but I'm so proud of it! I'll post it on AO3 once it's all finished.

tagging some friends in case they wanna take a look: @look-at-the-soul @zablife @forgottenpeakywriter

No caption needed.

Credit: Cinemagic Universe on Facebook!

THIS JUST MADE MY DAY!!!

This is an ancient request from a lovely anon (who I think might be #tea anon - let me know if it is you babe!) and I’m so sorry it’s taken almost literal eons for me to write it. I hope you enjoy it all the same and thanks for your patience 🤍 Please do (all) let me know what you think - I love to hear it! xx

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Summary: Charlie’s governess has an accident and Tommy finds himself drawn to her as she recovers.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff and sexual tension! Oh, and a smidge of bad language.

Word count: 3385 MASTERLIST

The Governess

A soft knock at the door roused her from the novel she was trying to read, though the pain in her leg was growing more distracting as her medication wore off. Assuming it was Frances or one of the maids come to bring her some tea - they often did at this time of the day - she called for them to come in, not doing anything to rearrange her tousled hair or nightdress. They had seen her in bed for the last few days and in much worse repair due to the effects of the strong tablets the doctor had prescribed.

So it was a bit of a shock to find none other than her employer, Thomas Shelby OBE, standing at her door.

“You’re awake,” he commented as she hurriedly pulled up the covers and ran a hand over her messy curls.

“Yes sir,” she replied quickly, wishing she could evaporate. She had only been working for him for a few months as governess to his young son Charlie, and in all that time he had barely said more than ten words to her. She was slightly afraid of him - everyone had warned her of his fearsome reputation - but with his angled features, softened by the curve of his full lips, and bright, burning blue eyes she couldn’t deny that he was one of the most handsome men she had ever encountered. And now he was seeing her in bed, her hair like a bird’s nest and in her least favourite nightie (everything else was in the laundry due to her enforced bedrest).

“How are you feeling?” he asked, striding across the room to peer out the window at the expansive grounds around his stately home. This wasn’t her usual room - he had deemed it too much to expect her to be up in the attics when she had a broken leg, so he had installed her in one of the guest bedrooms just down the hall from his own. He recalled the feel of her in his arms as he carried her up to this bed, not that she would remember it, off her head on pain medication.

“A little better, thank you, Mr Shelby,” she stammered, wondering why he was here. “Is Charlie alright? I’m sorry if I frightened him.”

She had been playing with the small blonde boy she was charged with educating and caring for, out on the grass after two days of wet weather. In a completely freak accident she had managed to slip whilst chasing him, falling in such a way that she broke her ankle. The pain had been sudden and immense and she only dimly recalled his little terrified face as she screamed. It made her heart clench to think she had scared him.

“He’s fine now, it was just a shock. He’s been asking for you though,” he replied, turning slowly, the full weight of his stare making her breath catch in her throat. “He’s with Polly until you’re up and about again.”

“I’d love to see him, if he wanted to,” she smiled. She missed his company - his excited chattering and quick mind, the latter which he undoubtedly got from his father. The cheery nature however must have been his mother’s, she thought, smothering a smile.

She knew lots of people thought being a governess was a thankless job, filled with bratty children, reserved for the kind of women whose family had fallen on hard times and whose educated daughters were forced to fend for themselves. But she wasn’t one of those women and Charlie Shelby wasn’t one of those children. An only child, like him, she had been raised with love but very little else, and she had worked hard at school, determined to get out of the poverty she had been born into. Her parents had been so proud when she got her first job, caring for two little girls in a big house in the posh part of town.

Now almost thirty she was well regarded as an educator and when the need for Charlie to have a proper governess, and not just a nanny, came to be, it was Polly Grey who sought her out, impressed by her reputation.

She had been apprehensive to accept a post working for the Shelby’s. Everyone in Birmingham knew them and what kind of dark things the family was involved in, nevermind their more upwardly mobile pretentions. But she couldn’t really turn her nose up at the prospect of a salary that would help her much further on her way to a little home of her own. Maybe even enough to start a family. If she ever had the time to find a man who might want to do that with her, she’d thought wryly.

“I think he’d like that, I’ll tell him to look in tomorrow, if you’re well enough,” he replied, calling her back to the present, extracting a cigarette from his case before offering them to her. She hesitated a moment before accepting, sliding the little white cylinder from the sleek, silver holder. He leaned in to light it for her and suddenly she was enveloped by his scent - smokey and woody with something sharp beneath.

He caught her slight intake of breath as he leaned close to her and smiled to himself. Without her usually neat curls pinned in place and demure dark dresses she was even more alluring than usual. He could imagine her like this, hair dishevelled for entirely different reasons. Again he found himself remembering the lightness of her in his arms as he brought her here, her soft murmuring voice and the warmth of her breath against his neck, the sweet smell of vanilla and rose on her skin.

He stood back and cleared his throat. It wasn’t appropriate to think about the governess like that. Charlie liked her and she was, as far as he could tell, very good at her job. It wouldn’t do to fuck it up by trying to fuck her. Polly would have his balls if she had to go out and find another one.

Just at that moment, Frances tapped the door, bearing a tea tray.

“Sorry Mr Shelby, sir, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she apologised quickly but he brushed it away.

“It’s time for my tablets,” Y/N explained, accepting a glass of water from the housekeeper as she shook two large white pills into her palm from the little bottle beside the bed. “Though they do make me awfully dopey. I hope I can stop taking them soon.”

“Right well, I’ll leave you be. I’m glad you’re recovering well,” he said, a little stiffly, leaving just as quickly as he arrived. Frances watched the young governess as her eyes followed him out the door. She knew that look - there was barely a housemaid in Arrow House that didn’t lust after their short-tempered employer. But it was interesting that he had come to check on the girl, she thought. None of the maids could claim such an honour when they were under the weather.

“Do you need anything Miss Y/L/N?” she asked kindly.

“No Frances and please will you call me Y/N?” she smiled back. She hated the somewhat false superiority of her position in the house. She wasn’t better than anyone else who took Thomas Shelby’s shilling.

“Sorry, force of habit,” the older woman smiled. “You will let me know if you need help though won’t you?”

“I will, thank you, you’re all too good looking after me. I feel terrible adding to your chores.”

The older lady waved away her concerns. Yes of course she could do without an invalid in the house, but it wasn’t Y/N’s fault she was laid up. And she was a sweet girl, always kind to the other members of staff and little Charlie Shelby clearly adored her.

“Just ring the bell, don’t be trying to get up when you’ve had those pills. It wouldn’t do if you fell and hurt yourself more,” she said, with a motherly air, as she left.

Alone once more, already feeling the woozy haze of the heavy duty medication kicking in, Y/N’s head was in a spin. Why had Thomas Shelby come to see her? Why now after all these months did he feel the need to talk to her? He had looked at her oddly too. Was it just guilt that she got hurt taking care of his son, or something else..?

*****

A few days later and Y/N was officially losing her mind with being stuck in bed but at least she’d finally managed to wean back on the drugs that made her feel like a zombie with narcolepsy. The worst part of taking them were the bits she couldn’t remember, or only had hazy recollections of. As she became more lucid she began to remember snatches of things, and she couldn’t be sure which were dreams and which were memories. Which was disconcerting because she had an awful feeling Mr Shelby might have carried her up the stairs and that she might have mumbled how nice he smelt. She could only hope one of both of those things had been a dream and her sanity required her to assume that they had.

Charlie had taken to coming to see her in the mornings after she’d had breakfast and one of the maids had helped her freshen up. It would be a while before she would be properly up and about to conduct his lessons like normal, but they read stories in her bed and he was able to practice his writing and numbers, as well as drawing her pictures, at the beautiful cherry wood dressing table in front of the window.

It was in the middle of one of these morning sessions that Tommy found himself upstairs in search of his glasses. Hearing his son’s voice coming from the governess’s room he paused by the partially open door. Peaking through he could see her on the bed, dressed more appropriately (to his disappointment), the cast on her leg propped on a cushion. Charlie was snuggled into her side as she helped him sound out the words in the book they were reading.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, out of sight, listening to the soft, encouraging lilt of her voice, her musical laugh as Charlie made a joke about something. As he finished a particularly tricky sentence she praised him, dropping a kiss to his thick blonde hair and he beamed up at her.

Tommy felt something flutter in his chest, a simultaneous tightness and lightness, at witnessing the moment between his son and this bright, beautiful woman. Swallowing thickly he shook himself and hurriedly went about his business.

*****

In the afternoons, Charlie spent his time with his Aunt Polly or playing with his little cousin Billy, and Y/N was left alone. Desperate for something to keep her mind occupied, and having exhausted all the reading material in her room, she carefully eased herself out of bed, intent on raiding Mr Shelby’s library. But she barely made it three steps before a mis-timed shifting of her weight sent pressure through her injured leg and she collapsed in a heap and a shout of pain.

Tommy heard the thud from above and sprang up to investigate, his soldier’s instincts still in charge, even after all this time. He knew it was probably nothing - luckily a bang these days was usually just one of the maids overzealously attacking the furniture and he nearly always left it for Frances to sort out. However Y/N’s room was just above his office and so he set off, almost colliding with Frances on the landing.

Knocking and quickly entering they found Y/N on the floor, trying to pull herself back upright against the dresser.

“What are you doing? Are you hurt?” exclaimed Frances, but Tommy was quicker, gently lifting Y/N and supporting her back into bed.

“Are you alright?” he murmured and she was suddenly very aware of his large hands on her body, the closeness of his face to hers as she had no choice but to cling to him.

“I’m ok, just over-estimated my abilities,” she huffed more grumpily than she meant to, flustered by his proximity. Their eyes locked and she felt her cheeks heat up.

“I’ll fetch you some tea,” said Frances, keen to escape the atmosphere that had suddenly begun to fill the room, breaking the moment between them.

He helped her re-settle on the bed and then finally moved back, giving her enough space for her brain to start to work again.

“Are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself?” he asked gently, pulling a chair closer to her bed. For the first time since she’d started working for him the stony mask he wore had slipped, his face soft, eyes full of concern.

“No, honestly, I’ve injured nothing more than my pride,” she smiled wryly. “I’m just so bored,” she confessed, emboldened by his shift in demeanour, “I wanted something new to read.”

He sat back, cogs turning, a hint of a smile playing on his lips and her heart did a flip flop in her chest. He never smiled, or at least not at anyone who wasn’t Charlie.

“Wait here,” he said, rising and quickly making his way out of the room.

“Where else would I be going,” she muttered with a roll of her eyes as he disappeared down the hall.

*****

“There’s something not right about these contracts,” she mused quietly, brow furrowed as she studied the dense legal document on her lap.

He looked up from the paper he was reading, removing his glasses as he did so. For the past three days he had been spending his afternoons in her room, relieving her boredom by enlisting her help in the immense amount of paperwork his company seemed to generate. His main secretary was off sick and he had never known it so busy. Or appreciated how much they must actually do for him. He resolved to arrange to give them a raise when they got back.

“What do you mean?,” he commented, dropping his pile of papers onto the dressing table and coming to lean over her shoulder to read.

She tried to ignore the fact that she could feel the warmth of his body radiating against hers, or that she was once again surrounded by the warm, smokey scent of him.

“See, this bit here… it contradicts this clause here,” she pointed, directing his eye as he tried very hard not to look at the neckline of her dress.

“Fuck… shift over,” he muttered, trying to sit down until she prodded him hard in the hip.

“I have a broken leg, I can’t just ‘shift over’. Come round the other side if you want to sit.”

All manner of employer-employee deference had been eradicated over the last few days. She no longer feared him or stuttered at his presence. He was actually quite funny when he wanted to be, she found, and their conversations had been easy and free flowing as they worked.

He stood back, looked at her for a moment and then very quickly, before she could object, he scooped her up and deposited her gently slightly further into the bed. “Much better,” he declared, tucking the cushion under her leg as she spluttered in indignation, and seated himself down beside her, plucking the pages from her hands.

“Mr Shelby!” she exclaimed, belatedly, and he fixed her with an amused, half smile.

“Ms Y/L/N,” he replied smoothly, holding her stare for a beat longer than she felt was proper when his face was that close to hers. “Now, tell me what you think is wrong,” he continued, leafing through the pages.

She wrestled them back, her fingers brushing his, shivers running through her at the touch. Composing herself she leant towards him slightly, angling the pages so he could see, and began to take him through her concerns.

After her quick spot on the contract failure, he had her read several others, checking for discrepancies. They worked until the dusk began to draw in and the words began to swim in front of her eyes. Yawning widely she tried to rouse herself to engage with the small typeset and complicated legalese but the words swirled away from her once more.

He became aware of a weight pressing against his arm and looked down to see her leaning against him. Before he could comment she let out a tiny snuffle of a snore and he realised she had fallen asleep. Smiling and unwilling to wake her, he carefully shifted so he could tuck her against his side, her head in the crook of his shoulder, he carried on reading.

And he really did try and concentrate. Remain professional. But then she made a delightfully cute little humming noise and snuggled into him, her warm breath fanning across his neck, the smell of roses and vanilla invading his senses. It was getting harder and harder to stop himself from just kissing her.

“Tommy…” she murmured and he turned, looking down just as she woke with a start, finding herself almost lip to lip with him. She pushed herself back in shock but his arm was still wrapped behind her shoulders and he didn’t let her get far.

“Mr Shelby, I’m so sorry, how embarrassing,” she babbled, feeling her face flush. But his cool fingertips brushed against her heated cheek, slightly rough from years handling guns and other weapons.

“I think you should call me Tommy,” he said softly, catching her with the depth of his hypnotic ocean eyes.

“It wouldn’t be proper,” she stammered, her gaze flicking from his eyes to his soft lips and back again.

He smirked, cupping her cheek a little more firmly. “Well if that’s what you think, you’re going to find this extremely inappropriate,” he whispered, leaning to brush his lips against hers.

She gasped slightly at the sensation before leaning into him, pressing her lips against his more strongly. Feeling her respond, he began to move his mouth against hers, in perfect tandem as he threaded his fingers into her hair, ruining her neatly arranged style.

“Mr Sh- Tommy… I’m not sure this is a good idea,” she said breathlessly as they broke apart, his hand sliding to cup her neck.

“Maybe not but I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he replied, catching her mouth with his once more, hearing her whimper as her fingers curled into his shirt and his tongue slipped between her lips, dancing with hers.

A knock at the door had them springing apart, and as Frances appeared in the doorway she found them both bright eyed and flushed.

“I just wanted to know if you would both like a dinner tray bringing up again this evening?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the pair staring at her like naughty school children.

“Thank you Frances,” he said quickly, rearranging his features into something he hoped resembled authority.

She disappeared and he turned to Y/N, seeing her red-faced and swollen lipped. Unable to stop himself, he pulled her back for more, withdrawing with a groan when her small hands pushed gently against his chest.

“We can’t do this Tommy. I’m Charlie’s teacher. It’s not right, it’ll confuse him,” she said, eyes bright and wide. “And I’m not that kind of woman,” she added, chin raised defiantly.

He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, studying her with an intense blue stare.

“I know you’re not,” he replied softly, seeing her breath hitch as his fingers traced down the side of her neck. “What about if you were more than just his teacher?” He watched her bite her lip, white teeth nibbling soft pink and he felt his cock press painfully against his trousers.

“And be what, exactly?” she asked in a whisper.

She was beautiful and clever and his son adored her. She was perfect, the woman he didn’t even know he was looking for, right under his nose for months.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, chaste kiss.

“Be mine.”

Thanks for reading! To the anon who requested, I’d love to hear what you thought, and the same goes to all the rest of you. Please do feel free to get in touch in all the usual ways 🤍

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MY HEART JUST EXPLODED!!!!

It would be unfair of me to keep this cuteness to myself

TOMMY? Sorry! TOMMY? Sorry! TOMMY!?

Peaky Blinders Season 3 | Episode 4

Here's a link to my TikTok for anyone who wants to see some of my edits while they're waiting for my fanfic to drop. I might do some Anthropoid edits soon, so yee!!!

Should I start posting my fanfic tomorrow??

OOOH! Thank you for tagging me!

Here's the last line of my fanfic! I remained where I was for just a few moments, drying what could have been rain or what could have been tears from my eyes and then following him inside.

Last Line Tag Game

Thanks for the tag Cia!! 🥰 @holacia3 — I’m sorry it took a bit for me to get to this!

Here’s the last line from a John Shelby blurb I’m writing at the moment … it doesn’t have a title (but I’m hoping one’ll come to me before it’s finished)

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(Y/N) was not one to be messed with when she was hot about something, and he hadn’t seen her this worked up in a long time.

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Tagging (no pressure): @peakyltd @call-sign-shark @brummiereader @evita-shelby @forgottenpeakywriter @gypsy-girl-08 @the-fangirl-diaries

Friendly reminder that these images exist.

I think he broke my ovaries!

Oh, yes! You bet I would!!

Peaky Blinders

so mad that I just discover this GREAT show minus I feel like the last season could've been work on a little bit more , now I am a huge fan with nothing else to do but write. Just wondering after two years are there still people out there that would be interested in reading.

Never gonna miss an opportunity to reblog this handsome man!

PEAKY BLINDERS [2013-2022] | 1.06 - 6.06

A Peaky Blinders Movie When??

Them: How many times have you watched this episode? 😶🤨🧐

Me: Yes. 😶😏🤭🤫

GIF CREDIT: @thesoldiersminute

Another beautiful collection of Tommy Shelby gifs to stare at and procrastinate to! 🤌

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby + rolled up sleeves /requested by anon

HOLY FREAKING GUACAMOLE!!! WHAT THE HECK!?!?!

His looks? Stunning? His voice? Hot. His moral compass? Questionable. Don't bother telling me who he is, I probably know who you're thinking about and honestly? Same.

Sharing Is Caring|| Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

Summary: You're having double life, one is by Tommy Shelby's side, one by Alfie Solomons. What will happen if they'll find it out one day eventually?

Warnings: none

Words: 2503

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Tommy growled annoyed at bedsheets shifting next to him, it was still early. Too early. Too early even for waking up but he forced himself to open one eye.

His blue orb scanned the figure that still stood next to bed.

"You are up already? And leaving, love?," He asked with his voice still husky because of the sleep. "This is kinda rude, you know? Sneaking out."

You smiled at his words, him being awoken didn't stop you from packing your stuff to leather, black bag that was overhanging by your right shoulder. "The sun hasn't yet dawn, Thomas, you can sleep a little still," you told him, turning to face your boyfriend. You leant down and touched his temple with your soft lips. "I have some things to do and unfortunately, the day has only twenty four hours."

Tommy chuckled and slowly sat up only to leave the bed second later.

His arms wrapped around your thin waist, pulling you closer to his still naked chest. Tommy nuzzled to your hair, inhailing their scent before letting out a sigh.

"You know, love? It's getting really suspicious and what really fucking bother me is fact that my woman try to sneak out of the bed like some kind of whore," last word was nothing but a soft growl, all he wanted was to emphasize what he was having in mind.

You stroked his cheeks with your hands and shook your head like you'd be saying 'no'.

"I understand, love, but you know that I am busy with leading my shop," you explained and slipped out of his arms.

"I can understand that my work can take whole days but a fucking dress shop? Really? I have feeling you are fucking with me now and not in a good way, love," Tommy said with a frown.

"Love, could those eyes of mine ever lie to you?," You looked at him briefly as you left his bedroom and went downstairs, where you took your thick, black coat off the hanger and put it over your shoulders. "I wouldn't lie to you, ever," your voice was sweet and tender, maybe a little too emotions could be heard in it.

Tommy walked downstairs after you, thinking deeply. He didn't like this at all and it wasn't the first time you were running away like that.

You turned to him and walked closer, your hand touched his cheek.

"I love you, remember this," you informed him tenderly before you left.

The morning was rather chilly, wind blew strongly ruffling your locks of your hair.

That day you were walking pretty fast along the street, your heels tapped the sidewalk rhythmically.

After some time, you turned down a side street and almost started running. Finally, you reached the little house with red door and small squared windows in a lead frame that were framed with simple platbands and had an unary sun blind.

You got up porch steps and knocked to the door few times.

The door opened.

Alfie looked at you as he crossed arms over his chest covered with white, crumpled shirt.

"Oh, would you look at that! Fucking princess decided to fucking show up. What? You quit whoring around and decided to come back home, huh?," He said looking down on you with a frown.

You cocked your brows at him. "Yes, Alfie, I'm glad to see you, too," you scoffed and leant against door frame. "I couldn't come earlier. I was busy with my business. May I come in?"

"Yes, yes, I heard it all before. Your fucking business, always fucking out, fucking bullshit," Alfie muttered and walked back to living room, leaving door opened for you.

You smiled to yourself, it was already a good sign that he let you in.

Solomons' house was full of extraordinary things gathered everywhere around.

You followed him to the living room, taking coat off during the way there.

"How have you been, Alfie?," You asked sweetly approaching him and nuzzling to his wide back.

Alfie moved away.

"How do you fucking think? Alone, woman. You fucking just left without a word, pet," man growled and moved to pour himself a drink. "Fucking whore," Alfie said before finished his glass in one big gulp.

You let out a sigh and took a seat on his couch, crossing legs nicely.

It was common behaviour for Alfie Solomons, he was pretty good at cursing and disparaging people.

"Alfie, please, don't behave like a spoil brat who's had his rattle taken away," you used the softest of soft tones you could have made. "We're both adults, you know that I also have my business that needs to be run professionally," you added making sure your dress moved a little up your thighs so your legs were nicely exposed.

Alfie laughed loudly and looked at you.

"You? Business? If you meant whoring around, then you're not wrong, pet," he growled and looked at you. "Guess what, miss? I was getting fucking tired of you sneaking out, so in the end I sent my boys after you. You spent two hours at your stupid, little hole you call the shop and then you got where? Ah, right! To Shelby's house. Was a good, old Tommy Shelby buying a dress from you? Whole fucking night?!," Alfie roared and grabbed you by wrist, pulling you up back on your feet. "You think it's a smart move to fuck with me in that way?!"

His words made your blood freeze. You swallowed saliva and licked lips before you spoke aloud. "Why did you have to do this, Solomons? It was a perfect scheme and you had to fucking destroy it because of your fucking jealousy?!," You pulled hand out of his grasp and went to the window to peek outside.

"Fucking why?! You dare to ask my fucking why?!," He growled and pulled you closer to him, his hands grasped both of your cheeks. "Because the woman that I love fucks this gypsy trush behind my fucking back and treat our bed like a fucking hotel."

You let out a deep, sad sigh and tried to hold tears back.

"I'm so sorry, Alfie... I just... I've met him when you were making businesses with him last year. Few weeks ago we met again, and, I can't explain it... He was charming... You were angry all the time, busy all the time, you were using me only to fulfill your lust and needs!," You said openly, your body shivered.

"You don't fucking sit in my head, woman! You have no idea what I'm thinking about!," He yelled at you. "I worked to make sure you have everything you ever fucking needed but sure! It's simply better to go fuck someone else!," Alfe muttered, letting go of your face.

"Alfie...," You whispered as tear strolled down your cheek. "Please... Forgive me... Please, love."

"Go to that gypsy psycho, go ahead. Doors are there," he said simply, pointing on the door, then he filled his glass again and sat at the armchair to drink its content.

You lowered your head, it was pointless to argue with him and try to explain yourself when he was pissed like a ravenous pack of hounds. You put your coat on , tightening its flaps around yourself and left his house without a word.

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Tommy was getting annoyed without you, he hated when you were gone and he was forced to stay alone.

He decided to do the most logical thing possible, to pay you a visit.

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Tommy's hand gently banged on your door as soon as he was in front of them, after few knocks he waited for you to open.

In the meantime he lighted his cigarette up.

You shifted a curtain aside and peeked out of the window, as soon as you spotted familiar figure at your door, you let out a loud sigh and went downstairs to open them.

"What are you doing here, Tommy?," You asked trying your best to keep voice clear and strong.

Tommy looked at you with a frown.

"You cried," man said bluntly before wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you inside. There was no point in hiding something like this from him, he knew all of this too well. "What's wrong, love?," Tommy asked as his gloved hand gently caressed your cheek.

"Please, don't, Tommy," you asked quietly as you shifted away from him, moving to the living room where you flopped onto the couch. "I've... I've done something bad... Really, really bad and no, Tommy, you can't do anything about this..."

You bursted in tears, they were rolling down your cheeks like little pearls.

He watched you, helpess. Letting out a quiet sigh he started to undress himself from the coat. Soon, he joined you on the couch, his arms wrapped around you just like at the morning.

"Love? What happened? I will pull you out from any troubles, you know this," Tommy said before his hand found your smaller one and grasped it gently.

"You won't pull me out of troubles, Tommy. I'm the fucking trouble myself," you cursed in harsh voice, rubbing your temples. "Listen, there's something you need to know about me. I wasn't fully honest with you that day when you asked me if I have someone."

Tommy looked at you completely puzzled.

Suddenly the door bursted open and Alfie walked inside. He was holding bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

"Okay, love! You were right, I shouldn't behave like crazy bastard I am, so I came to apolo....," Alfie said loudly and walked to living room only to witness you wrapped in Shelby's arms. "Oh, am I bothering? I see you fucking decided to make up your fucking mind," Alfie snorted viciously, throwing bouquet on the floor.

Tommy looked deeply unimpressed.

"What the fuck you want, Solomons, eh?," He growled, protectivly tightening his arms around your waist. "Haven't you fucking heard about knocking to lady's door?"

"Oh, just fucking shut up. I would knock if she would be a lady, but she is just a whore!," Alfie barked back.

You were looking at them both, moving your glance from one to another. You got up quickly and screamed, using all of your strength.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

Tommy was ready to rip Alfie's throat out for you.

"Why?! Look at this fucking Jew, who the fuck he thinks he is to simply burst in here?," He growled.

"This 'fucking Jew' is as close to her as you, gypsy fucker," Alfie stated simply, taking his hat off.

"What the fuck is this maniac talking about, Y/N?," Tommy asked.

"Tommy, he's my partner. Both, in business and in life," you explained shortly as you lowered your head. "I am so sorry. So sorry. Apologies are necessary to both of you. I was leading double life. I couldn't have decided which one of you is better for me. You both are amazing men, you both have something that turns me on..."

"What?! How could you do this?!," Tommy growled surprised and grabbed your hand. "One cock really wasn't enough for you?!"

Alfie grabbed Tommy and easily pulled him away.

"Wo-ho there. No need to be physical, Thomas. Come on now, we need to talk," Alfie asked coldly.

Tommy, still with raging anger inside him, gave a brief nod to Alfie and followed him outside.

You fought with burning need to follow men but eventually you decided to stay home and wait for them to return.

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After half an hour or maybe even longer, both men returned. One of them knocked on the door and they both waited.

You opened the door and shifted aside so they could enter.

Both man walked inside.

"So," Alfie began.

"We talked," Tommy finished and looked at Alfie "And we came to some conclusions."

"If you can't chose between us two...," Alfie said and looked back at Tommy.

"We will share," other man finished simply with a sigh.

You blinked and covered your half-opened mouth with curled palm. You sat heavily on the couch, glaring at both of men in disbelief. "I think my ears have tricked me, what did you say?

"We are going to share you," Tommy repeated.

"We will be in relationship that takes three of us together," Alfie shrugged, rubbing his long beard.

"And you have agreed on this, Alfie?," You couldn't believe on what you've heard. "I mean, how do you even imagine this?"

Alfie shrugged once again.

"I would do whatever I could to make my angel happy, so I am even capable to get some agreement with Shelby if it comes to you."

"We'll do everything to make you happy. You're important to both of us after all, isn't it true, dear friend?," Tommy stated as his glance moved from your figure to Alfie.

"Uhm, yea, your happiness is priceless, Y/N, innit, Tommy?," Alfie cocked his brow and massaged his scar.

You watched them with mouth hung open.

"You really want to give it a shout, Tommy?," You asked him as you got up and moved closer to him, playing nervously with hems of your dress.

Tommy looked at you and nodded.

"If this will make you happy, then I am more than eager to try. I just hate to see you crying."

"Would you look at that? Good, old Thomas fucking Shelby is going soft for a woman," Alfie laughed harshly.

"But I am also willing to break this fucker's nose," Tommy growled, throwing mean glance at Alfie.

"Oh, yeah, again? Ain't it enough for you that you almost got me killed?!," Solomons pointed out, crossing hands behind his back and tilting his head.

"Gentlemen, easy," you tried to calm both man down. "Alfie, I know how possessive you might get, are you sure you'll take it?," You asked as your glance moved to rest on his steel blue eyes.

Alfie looked at you and nodded.

"I will. I will do whatever I can, sweetheart. Only to make you happy."

"I don't know how to thank you, both of you!," Another wave of tears streamed down your cheeks. "I don't want you two to kill each other just because of me and my lack of decisiveness. I'll share my time equally to both of you," you assured them with a little smile.

Both men looked at each other and nodded.

"Sounds good to me," Tommy agreed and soft smile crept onto his face.

"We have a smart girl," Alfie said proudly and Tommy cringed softly at these words, cold shiver ran along his spine.

"So, I think we have something to celebrate," you grinned at them and wiped your tears away while going to the kitchen. You grabbed three glasses and returned to the living room. Soon, glasses were poured with whiskey. You handled one to Tommy and one to Alfie. "To us," you toasted.

Both men raised their glasses up as well.

"To us," they said in unity.

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