closhelby

[closhelby]

I absolutely loved them in the end:(

Fuckin hated her to start with

Grace and tommy being extra affectionate and loving.

[closhelby]

hi! i saw you were opening requests for tommy shelby and i was wondering if i could have one where tommy comes home one night kinda grumpy and tired and he sees his s/o doing some paperwork that he was supposed to do, and he like just falls in love all over again and realizes how lucky he is to have them in his life and everything? just a bunch of fluff really 😅 thank you very much! 💕

The love of his life - Thomas Shelby.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader.

Requests are still open.

Hope you enjoy. Sorry it took so long, I was still having writers block lol:) feedback welcome as always. Thank you angels x

You had been twisting and turning for hours, knowing there was letters needing to be signed and books needing to be completed. Tommy was still no where to be seen, no calls, no notice. But it was no surprise to her at this point.

Letting out a large sigh, getting herself out of the bed and trailing downstairs, passing Mary on her way.

"Are you okay Mrs Shelby?" You heard her voice from behind you, remaining at the top of the stairs. You knew it certainly was well into the wee hours of the night.

"I'm okay Mary. You can go to bed now. Don't wait up for him." She spoke with importance, giving the final order. Mary gave her a small smile, nodding before returning to her room.

You quickly skipped down the stairs and into the first room in the house. She rarely spent anymore than ten minutes a day in this room. The room lay empty and cold, the moonlight being the only source of light. Y/n made her way over to the significantly large desk, lighting some candles as she went, eventually taking the seat that usually contained her husband.

She trailed through the multiple piles of letters Tommy had on his desk, until she found what she needed to complete and works away at the letters as the night drags on, managing to complete the first set of letters before moving onto the books.

Tommy had made his way into their large home, unknowingly to her. He stood in the open door way as the moonlight hit her back, the warm light of the candles flickered against her features. A small smile tugged at his lips, admiring the sight of her.

He watched her as she counted on her fingers, working out whatever maths she was doing. The same innocence on her face as the first meeting in the Garrison years prior. He didn’t tell her enough that he loved her, it just wasn’t how he was.

He startled her as he stepped into the office, she watched him as he walked round the desk towards her, taking her hands off the table and into his, pulling her up into his arms. Instantly wrapping their arms around each other, she let her head rest on his chest.

“What have you been doing?”

“I just finished those letters, and got those books sorted.” She responded, tightening her grip onto his shirt.

There was a moment of silence as they both enjoyed one another’s company, before Tommy spoke. “I love you.”

Y/n was slightly taken a back, it wasn’t a regular thing to hear him say those words. She knew he always loved her, without ever having to hear it but sometimes it was needed.

She looked up into his eyes, a slight smile on her face. “I love you too.”

He didn’t say another thing. He smiled. He swiftly leaned down, pulling her face into his before placing a kiss onto her lips.

[closhelby]

I am so sorry for the long break. I really lost a lot of motivation and I really didn’t like anything I was writing about Tommy.

To make up for it - my ask / submissions are open. Please send in scenarios for Mr Tommy Shelby (or John, I do have a soft spot ngl) and I shall get it written up.

send in all the smut you little horn dogs want x

Love u all x

[closhelby]

🤍🤎 Manifestation 🤞🏽

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE 

I AM ATTRACTING GOOD THINGS INTO MY LIFE

[closhelby]

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

[closhelby]

Black Hand - pt. 2

including smut. 

Part one

-

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: usual. smut 

Word count: 1.6K

AN: please give any feed back. Unsure what route to go with this one. This hasnt been proof read, ty :) 

-

The day turned into two, and it was then night again. The kids both absolutely shattered with running around playing with their cousins all day, and getting Harry settled was proven to be a slight issue. Y/n hadn’t seen tommy since the night she told him he was Harry’s father. He was busy with The Shelby Company Ltd, but so was she. They both had shares in the businesses though through the split, y/n would run two of the factories while Tommy would run the rest, and any others he expanded to.

The moaning and soft cry’s came from the child, echoing throughout the room.

“Come on Harry. Go to sleep.” Y/n whispered into his hair, as she cradled him in her arms. Eventually falling asleep, but it was a long night ahead for y/n. Up and down, various times, three of them sharing a bed. A quiet knock was at the door before tommy appeared, in his undershirt. He muttered a two minutes as he lifted a sleeping Charlie out of the bed, then disappeared into the dark, before reappearing without him.

“What are you doing?” Y/n whispered, as he took a seat next to her on the bed.

“I’m being a dad, and a good husband.”

“I don’t know about good husband but we’ll go with it,” y/n muttered, giving him a slight look. He took Harry from her arms, and began to walk with him back and forward throughout the room. Y/n just watched him in awe, unsure where this was going to go. Harry soon fell asleep, and was then taken out the room and an empty handed Tommy returned.

He got onto the bed, pulling y/n’s arm slightly to pull her back to lie down with him. She leaned over keeping herself up with hands at either side of him. Tommy touched the side of her face, running his fingers along her jaw, before she let out a small laugh and pulled back slightly.

“Good try ‘husband’, y/n spoke, falling back to lie at the side of him, attempting to get herself comfortable to fall asleep.

“First time in nearly four years that we’ve slept in the same bed.” He spoke quietly.

“Well less if you count not sleeping,” y/n laughed, and Tommy joined in.

“Come here,” he motioned for her to place her head against his bare chest, to which she did. It was so peaceful, no arguments, no angry sex, no other partners that meant nothing. Just two people, still just as in love with each other as they were at 19.

The soft sound of his heart beating and the rain battering off the window. He ran his thumb over her hand, back and forth. And for the first time in years, Tommy fell asleep without hearing those shovels.

The next morning, y/n woke up around 7.15am, the first time she had slept past 6am. Y/n felt safe when with Tommy, but wasn’t surprised to wake and find he wasn’t there. But barely being awake for minutes when he appeared at the door, “Get up, we’ve got business today.”

Y/n got ready quickly then met him downstairs, they made their way to the factory. Tommy had meetings scheduled for majority of the day, while y/n had documents sprawled out the end of the table, closest to Tommy’s desk. A woman came in next, y/n raised her eyebrow slightly, “Can I help you?”

“ I have a meeting with Mr Thomas Shelby.”

“Of course you do. I’ll get him for you.”

Just as y/n went to stand, the door opened and Tommy walked up to his desk, “No need y/n, I’m here.” Y/n nodding, getting back to her work while the meeting began, the more they spoke, the more she realised why she was here. Threatening to strike if the woman weren’t paid the same as the men.

“The men in your employment are paid 10 shillings more in a week than the woman,” she stated.

“So we shall cut it in half? Reduce men’s pay by 5 shillings.” Tommy spoke, noticing the slight smile on y/n’s face.

The woman was taken a back slightly, “well how much do you pay h-,”

“I don’t get paid darling, the whole place is mine. I’m the owner,” y/n cut her off.

“My wife,” Tommy spoke, gesturing his hand to her.

“Then they’ll strike.”

“Then blow the whistle.” Y/n shot back.

She smiled and opened the door to leave. Tommy returned to his desk, and continued with his work.

“What are you thinking?” Y/n spoke with her head tilted towards the table but eyes looking at Tommy.

“About ripping your clothes off,” he looked at her, as he sat back in his chair blowing out the smoke of his cigarette. Y/n tilted her head at him, a slight smirk on her face but she didn’t respond, instead looking back down to her work.

He watched her as she continued to work, “Do you still love me?,” y/n spoke. She didn’t like the bullshit, she was straight to the point, didn’t avoid any hard questions.

“Maybe.”

Y/n smiled ever so slightly, eyebrow raised at him, “well I love you. Nothings changed.”

“I love you.” He spoke back, looking back in her direction. It was rare that they said that to each other, even when they were together. Both of them knew the other would do absolutely anything without question to protect them, both of them had killed multiple people to protect the other. They both give a slight smile, happy that they were getting that little bit closer to get back to how they once were.

Y/n kicked her chair back, standing up and slowly walking over to Tommy. Their eyes not breaking hold of each others, she sat, legs either side of his, hands wrapping around his neck, fingers running through his hair, pushing his jaw so he would face her. She leaned closer to him, touching his lips with hers, a smile appeared on his lips. A genuine one. The first one he had done since before France.

a knock at the door to the office startled them, as y/n got up to check behind the now closed blind. Luca.

“Luca.” She spoke, quickly turning to tommy.

“Get in there,” he answered quickly, pushing her into the side cupboard just at the door began to open.

The whole time y/n zoned out. Trying to keep her breathing steady incase he heard her, zoning out in the process. Her eyes glazing over as he breathes became shorter, she was soon jolted out of her daydream by Tommy. He was fine, and most importantly alive. They left the office, heading home. And for the first time since being back, it felt natural to put their kids to bed in one room while y/n and tommy shared a bed.

Both y/n and Tommy lay in silence staring at the ceiling, tommy sighed before turning into face her. He pulled her jaw softly, making her face him, placing a kiss on her lips. Y/n kissed back cupping his face pulling him closer to her. The kiss deepened more as hands started to wander.

"I love you so fucking much you have no idea," He spoke into the kiss. Y/n smiled, whispering "I love you."

He pulled the dress over her head, swiftly moving onto his own clothing, pulling that over his head too. He lay in between her legs, keeping himself up with his hands either side of her head. Tommy leaned down into her face, entering his tongue into her mouth.

"Fuck me." She told him, the look in her eyes was like she needed it. It was overdue. She wanted him more than ever, and so did he. He smiled at her words, pulling back and pushing her legs up. He pulled off her pants, throwing them off into the dark empty room. He placed soft kisses down her torso and onto her upper thigh before reaching her soaking pussy. He placed a finger in her, gently rubbing her clit, and moving the tip of his finger up and down before sticking it in her.

She let out a breath, "Aw Tommy," Tommy smirked, pushing another finger into her, pumping in and out as her back arched. He couldn't go any longer without fucking her. He pulled out his erect shaft before ramming it into her tight vagina. He let out a moan as he entered her. Y/n pulled him closer, wrapping her hands round his neck. He thrusted in and out at a quick pace, gripping her by her hips.

"ah fuck," she moaned as she came close and her back arched. "Cum for me darlin'" He said to her, pulling her lips to his, entering his tongue with force. "I'm cummin' Tommy." She managed to speak in between breaths. He gave her a smile before hitting it so fast Y/n thought she was going to be sick. They both came, loud and clear as day for the house to hear. But they both didn't care.

The love they had hadn't left, no matter what the situation. They gravitated back to each other back in the day, and they certainly still did now.

Tommy flopped to the side of Y/n, both of their breathing heavy as they tried to recover from what just happened. Tommy lay with y/n's head on his chest, their hands entwined with each others, Y/n listened as his breathing dipped to a slower pace signalling he had fell asleep. 

Part 3? 

[closhelby]

I want to request something since it's open and all but before I do, do you have rules, who you write for, what don't you write, etc? Because I don't want to request something that might make you uncomfortable. Sorry to pop into your asks like this 😳

Of course!

I usually only write for peaky blinders and would do something for all characters.

I don’t have any rules, I’ll try do it as close to what you want as possible. I’m comfortable with majority of things. Feel free to ask away and I shall try come up with something for you!!

🤍

[closhelby]

The first piece of writing that’s hit 200!!

So happy with how this has went down!!

Thank you guys so much 🤍🤍

On and off - Thomas Shelby smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: swearing & smut

Word count: 2.1K

AN: please give any feedback on smut and what you want to see next? Tried a different writing style...

-

he seemed to be the ex that you couldn’t get over. You couldn’t escape him as hard as you tried, so why were you surprised when he showed up on your doorstep, soaked from the lashing rain that was falling outside at two am.

“You said we were over,” you muttered as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were actually awake, feeling sorry for yourself because of how different you wanted your life to be. Somehow you still wanted your relationship to work, despite how much he continued to push you away. You were too good for him, too proper for him, and most of all, you were too nice for him.

These were just assumptions. No one had rarely seen you get wound up, never seen you break or pushed you to that point, because no one needed to. But it was certainly brewing.

“I just wanted to see you,” he slurred.

You sighed, “Ex’s shouldn’t want to see each other though Tommy.”

He pushed the door open slightly, suggesting he came in, and you let him. Gave in to him again. I mean, how couldn’t you?

“Y/n, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“Tommy, if you’ve came here to say the same thing I’ve already heard, then politely fuck off,” you were starting to get annoyed at the assumption you were too nice, because you weren’t. You just gave off that impression. You gave everyone their first chance, as you believed they should, but depending on that, you would give your side. You were caring, but wouldn’t dare to be crossed.

“I’ll always love you, bu-“

“But, I’m too nice. I couldn’t deal mentally with what you do. How you make your money. Well Tommy, you’ve got me very wrong. But that’s your choice, now please” You spoke quickly, “get out of my fucking house.”

You could see the defeat in his face. He meant well, but he was pushing it and you were coming close to breaking point at being nice anymore. He left quickly after that, muttered a bye then disappeared in the horrific night.

The next morning you were awoken with loud bangs coming from your front door. Sighing as you walked towards it, “Tommy, how many times have i to te- oh hi Ada.”

Ada pushed her and baby Karl straight past you, “get ready. It’s happening today, and I’ve got a point to make.”

“Bloody hell Ada. Some context.”

“Billy Kimber.”

“Funeral attire by the looks of it then.” You snorted, and Ada laughed, “yes, the point we are making.” following her into the bedroom.

“Understood,” you agreed, then making an effort to dress solely in black, just exactly how you would if it was their funeral. You and Ada had in fact been friends for a while, you were in Johns year at school and had gotten close to him therefor you were always at the Shelby household. No one expected that yourself and Mr Thomas Shelby would ever become anything, but circumstances change before the war. He promised the world to you in his letters. Always telling you that you both would be married and have children on his return, but deep down you knew that the war changed that outcome and his outlook on life in general.

You had barely gotten time to think before Ada had you storming up the road, in the distance up the empty street you could see a group of men. You and Ada split off as you reached them, both pushing through the men who you assumed were Billy Kimber’s.

“Ada,” Freddie seethed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you woman doing,” Tommy shouted.

Ada continued to scream, rambling on about people having family’s at home. How they are all worried, and would be attending their funeral. But of course, Billy likes to mock, and made a fly away comment. You were stood at an angle to Billy’s men, so the gun that was in your hand was out of their sight, slightly tucked under your skirt.

Danny Wizz-bang had already lunged towards Billy on the back of his comment. Billy’s men shooting him dead, dropping to the ground instantly. Guns were now raised on both ends, Ada shouting for them to lower them, while Billy moved forward shooting into Tommy’s direction, managing to shoot him in the left shoulder.

Your eyes shot red, without the slightest hesitation, lifted the gun from your stockings, turning and shooting him straight in the head. You got there before anyone else did. The silence was loud as Tommy’s men couldn’t quite get their head around you, the nicest woman they had met, you had just shot someone dead without hesitation.

Billy’s men instantly raised their weapons in your direction, but didn’t shoot, “Tommy and Billy fought fairly. He didn’t win, end of story. Now fuck off” you ordered, turning and marching through the peaky lot before disappearing into the Shelby household.

Not even a few minutes later, the group followed and pulled in a wounded tommy. You didn’t even bat an eyelid, used to this shit, it was his shoulder. He would survive. But it still wasn’t nice seeing him in pain.

You sat in silence, while Jeremiah Jesus worked on trying to get the bullet out of Tommy’s pierced skin, downing whiskey after whiskey. No one seemed to talk to you, instead looked at you with worry. Their outlook on you had changed within the space of 20 minutes.

Tommy was now up, the bullet was now out of his skin and we were then all pushed into the room where Danny Wizz-bang’s body lay before us. You had rarely seen a dead body, infact everyone seemed to shield you from the violence but not today. You stood to the right of Tommy, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. He kept giving you an eye, full of concern, unsure how you were going to act.

You zoned out when Tommy spoke, you had never really spoke to Danny before. So this wasn’t much of a deal to you personally, you were awakened from your thoughts when Tommy was shoving a bottle infront if you, “Danny Wizz-bang,” you spoke, raising the bottle then downing a bit before passing it on to John for him to do the same. It went round the group that surrounded the table, before it got back to Tommy.

The place was lively, full of people drinking, and talking of heading to the Garrison. You couldn’t be arsed, sick of the sight of Tommy looking over at you constantly.

“Why do you keep looking at me?,” you spat. Having enough of him.

“You just killed an enemy of mine without even blinking an eyelid.”

“You all seem to think I’m so nice, eh. Not the right woman for Tommy, eh. Well I’m done being fucking nice.” The pause was loud, as you walked to the door, “and may I add, that did not bother me in the slightest. You all have just shielded me so much you didn’t know how much I could handle.” Slamming the door behind you, turning up to go back to your house.

“You’ve got to give her a chance Tommy. She’s tougher than you think.” Ada advised her older brother. Tommy nodding in response, knowing he was starting to realise what he really had.

You were in your house not only five minutes before he burst the door open, finding you sipping a whiskey on your couch, “I’m not going to keep doing this tommy. This is the second time in two months.”

He had done this before, and like you, couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t bare to walk past you in the street, perhaps you being with another man. It would tip him over the edge that he was already so very close to.

“We’re not going to keep doing it. I’ll give credit where it’s due.” He started to come closer to you, taking your hands in his, pulling you up to him, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He took your hand placing it at the back of his neck, twisting his hair in between your fingers. You pulled him into you, pressing a kiss onto his lips. He pulled you in closer, hands holding your waist.

“I love you Tommy. When will you fucking realise that.” You whispered to him, your forehead touching his. He smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled your face into his, his fingers intertwined in your h/c hair. Their tongues intertwined with each other’s, as the kiss deepened. You started to unbuckle his trousers, dropping them revealing his already hard length. You pulled back from the kiss and dropped to your knees, not breaking eye contact as you took his erected length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a soft moan, carfullly moving your hair out of your face. You started to suck on it, bobbing your head up and down, satisfying him, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he just longed to fuck you hard. He pulled you off your knees, taking your hand into his as he pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you back on the bed as he lifted up your dress over your head. He traced his fingers over your thigh, placing soft kisses as he went reaching your pussy he pulled down your black lace thongs off, you flicked them off your legs. He placed two fingers in between your slit, running up and down slowly, “wet eh?” Pushing his finger into you, slowly going in and out,

“Tommy.” You breathed. He smiled before pushing a second finger and going a more steady pace, pulling them out and sticking his thick shaft into you, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You started to arch your back, gripping at his hands, and he started to increase his pace, beginning to thrust at a rapid pace.

You pulled back, and pushed him back onto the bed, sitting on top of his erect penis, slowly bouncing on the tip, every few bounces pushing it all the way in. He threw his head back, mouth just ever so slightly open, “y/n” he stuttered.

You instantly started to ride him, his body almost non existent, starting to twitch at how close he was becoming. “Make me cum,” he edged you on, “please.”

You give him a smirk, before increasing the pace, he gripped your thighs, rocking you as you took the lead. Bouncing on his cock, was making you very close, bouncing as you both came to the high, falling into his bare chest, both of you breathing heavily attempting to recover from the love that you both had made.

-

Following the weeks of the murder of Billy Kimber, you noticed a drastic change in how people treated you. People would always still mutter a hello, however would step out of your way, and you were close to being feared just about as much as Tommy himself.

You were walking Into the shop, placing your coat down as you went to make a cup of tea before starting the day. You noticed Polly staring at you, “what are you looking at pol?” You laughed slightly, turning to face her, cup of tea in hand.

“Come here,” she motioned towards you, cupping your left boob into her hand. You furrowed your brows, wondering what the fuck she was doing, “your pregnant. It’s a boy.”

You were in total disbelief, you stumbled back into a chair closest to you, “fuck sake.”

“Tommy’s?” She asked, and you gave her a look of disgust, “yes obviously it’s Tommy’s.”

“For fuck sake”, you moaned, just as Tommy himself walked into the shop. Placing a kiss on your cheek as he walked past into his office, you rolled your eyes at pol who raised her eyes brows in response. Sighing following him into the office, “morning.”

You sighed, “got something to tell ya.” He placed the bit of paper that was in his hands down, turning his full attention onto you. “eh, I’m pregnant”

His eyes went wide, “are ye really?” He smiled, quickly getting up and making his way over to you, taking your hands into his.

“Boy.” You could barely string a sentence together, you knew he would be happy but with how rocky everything was recently you were slightly unsure.

“Boy eh? Someone coming for my crown.” He repeated, “this is great news, now go home. No woman of mine will be working here while carrying my child”, he ordered.

He placed a kiss onto your lips, soft, sweet, “I love you so much, you have no idea,” he muttered to you.

“I love you too, and baby boy,”

“And baby boy,” he repeated, a wide smile spread across his face.

[closhelby]

John Shelby » S3

Peaky Blinders (2013— )

[closhelby]

ahhh I just love his hair here 😍😍😍😍 Oh Jesus

Peaky Blinders | 1.03

[closhelby]

On and off - Thomas Shelby smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: swearing & smut

Word count: 2.1K

AN: please give any feedback on smut and what you want to see next? Tried a different writing style...

-

he seemed to be the ex that you couldn’t get over. You couldn’t escape him as hard as you tried, so why were you surprised when he showed up on your doorstep, soaked from the lashing rain that was falling outside at two am.

“You said we were over,” you muttered as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were actually awake, feeling sorry for yourself because of how different you wanted your life to be. Somehow you still wanted your relationship to work, despite how much he continued to push you away. You were too good for him, too proper for him, and most of all, you were too nice for him.

These were just assumptions. No one had rarely seen you get wound up, never seen you break or pushed you to that point, because no one needed to. But it was certainly brewing.

“I just wanted to see you,” he slurred.

You sighed, “Ex’s shouldn’t want to see each other though Tommy.”

He pushed the door open slightly, suggesting he came in, and you let him. Gave in to him again. I mean, how couldn’t you?

“Y/n, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“Tommy, if you’ve came here to say the same thing I’ve already heard, then politely fuck off,” you were starting to get annoyed at the assumption you were too nice, because you weren’t. You just gave off that impression. You gave everyone their first chance, as you believed they should, but depending on that, you would give your side. You were caring, but wouldn’t dare to be crossed.

“I’ll always love you, bu-“

“But, I’m too nice. I couldn’t deal mentally with what you do. How you make your money. Well Tommy, you’ve got me very wrong. But that’s your choice, now please” You spoke quickly, “get out of my fucking house.”

You could see the defeat in his face. He meant well, but he was pushing it and you were coming close to breaking point at being nice anymore. He left quickly after that, muttered a bye then disappeared in the horrific night.

The next morning you were awoken with loud bangs coming from your front door. Sighing as you walked towards it, “Tommy, how many times have i to te- oh hi Ada.”

Ada pushed her and baby Karl straight past you, “get ready. It’s happening today, and I’ve got a point to make.”

“Bloody hell Ada. Some context.”

“Billy Kimber.”

“Funeral attire by the looks of it then.” You snorted, and Ada laughed, “yes, the point we are making.” following her into the bedroom.

“Understood,” you agreed, then making an effort to dress solely in black, just exactly how you would if it was their funeral. You and Ada had in fact been friends for a while, you were in Johns year at school and had gotten close to him therefor you were always at the Shelby household. No one expected that yourself and Mr Thomas Shelby would ever become anything, but circumstances change before the war. He promised the world to you in his letters. Always telling you that you both would be married and have children on his return, but deep down you knew that the war changed that outcome and his outlook on life in general.

You had barely gotten time to think before Ada had you storming up the road, in the distance up the empty street you could see a group of men. You and Ada split off as you reached them, both pushing through the men who you assumed were Billy Kimber’s.

“Ada,” Freddie seethed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you woman doing,” Tommy shouted.

Ada continued to scream, rambling on about people having family’s at home. How they are all worried, and would be attending their funeral. But of course, Billy likes to mock, and made a fly away comment. You were stood at an angle to Billy’s men, so the gun that was in your hand was out of their sight, slightly tucked under your skirt.

Danny Wizz-bang had already lunged towards Billy on the back of his comment. Billy’s men shooting him dead, dropping to the ground instantly. Guns were now raised on both ends, Ada shouting for them to lower them, while Billy moved forward shooting into Tommy’s direction, managing to shoot him in the left shoulder.

Your eyes shot red, without the slightest hesitation, lifted the gun from your stockings, turning and shooting him straight in the head. You got there before anyone else did. The silence was loud as Tommy’s men couldn’t quite get their head around you, the nicest woman they had met, you had just shot someone dead without hesitation.

Billy’s men instantly raised their weapons in your direction, but didn’t shoot, “Tommy and Billy fought fairly. He didn’t win, end of story. Now fuck off” you ordered, turning and marching through the peaky lot before disappearing into the Shelby household.

Not even a few minutes later, the group followed and pulled in a wounded tommy. You didn’t even bat an eyelid, used to this shit, it was his shoulder. He would survive. But it still wasn’t nice seeing him in pain.

You sat in silence, while Jeremiah Jesus worked on trying to get the bullet out of Tommy’s pierced skin, downing whiskey after whiskey. No one seemed to talk to you, instead looked at you with worry. Their outlook on you had changed within the space of 20 minutes.

Tommy was now up, the bullet was now out of his skin and we were then all pushed into the room where Danny Wizz-bang’s body lay before us. You had rarely seen a dead body, infact everyone seemed to shield you from the violence but not today. You stood to the right of Tommy, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. He kept giving you an eye, full of concern, unsure how you were going to act.

You zoned out when Tommy spoke, you had never really spoke to Danny before. So this wasn’t much of a deal to you personally, you were awakened from your thoughts when Tommy was shoving a bottle infront if you, “Danny Wizz-bang,” you spoke, raising the bottle then downing a bit before passing it on to John for him to do the same. It went round the group that surrounded the table, before it got back to Tommy.

The place was lively, full of people drinking, and talking of heading to the Garrison. You couldn’t be arsed, sick of the sight of Tommy looking over at you constantly.

“Why do you keep looking at me?,” you spat. Having enough of him.

“You just killed an enemy of mine without even blinking an eyelid.”

“You all seem to think I’m so nice, eh. Not the right woman for Tommy, eh. Well I’m done being fucking nice.” The pause was loud, as you walked to the door, “and may I add, that did not bother me in the slightest. You all have just shielded me so much you didn’t know how much I could handle.” Slamming the door behind you, turning up to go back to your house.

“You’ve got to give her a chance Tommy. She’s tougher than you think.” Ada advised her older brother. Tommy nodding in response, knowing he was starting to realise what he really had.

You were in your house not only five minutes before he burst the door open, finding you sipping a whiskey on your couch, “I’m not going to keep doing this tommy. This is the second time in two months.”

He had done this before, and like you, couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t bare to walk past you in the street, perhaps you being with another man. It would tip him over the edge that he was already so very close to.

“We’re not going to keep doing it. I’ll give credit where it’s due.” He started to come closer to you, taking your hands in his, pulling you up to him, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He took your hand placing it at the back of his neck, twisting his hair in between your fingers. You pulled him into you, pressing a kiss onto his lips. He pulled you in closer, hands holding your waist.

“I love you Tommy. When will you fucking realise that.” You whispered to him, your forehead touching his. He smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled your face into his, his fingers intertwined in your h/c hair. Their tongues intertwined with each other’s, as the kiss deepened. You started to unbuckle his trousers, dropping them revealing his already hard length. You pulled back from the kiss and dropped to your knees, not breaking eye contact as you took his erected length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a soft moan, carfullly moving your hair out of your face. You started to suck on it, bobbing your head up and down, satisfying him, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he just longed to fuck you hard. He pulled you off your knees, taking your hand into his as he pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you back on the bed as he lifted up your dress over your head. He traced his fingers over your thigh, placing soft kisses as he went reaching your pussy he pulled down your black lace thongs off, you flicked them off your legs. He placed two fingers in between your slit, running up and down slowly, “wet eh?” Pushing his finger into you, slowly going in and out,

“Tommy.” You breathed. He smiled before pushing a second finger and going a more steady pace, pulling them out and sticking his thick shaft into you, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You started to arch your back, gripping at his hands, and he started to increase his pace, beginning to thrust at a rapid pace.

You pulled back, and pushed him back onto the bed, sitting on top of his erect penis, slowly bouncing on the tip, every few bounces pushing it all the way in. He threw his head back, mouth just ever so slightly open, “y/n” he stuttered.

You instantly started to ride him, his body almost non existent, starting to twitch at how close he was becoming. “Make me cum,” he edged you on, “please.”

You give him a smirk, before increasing the pace, he gripped your thighs, rocking you as you took the lead. Bouncing on his cock, was making you very close, bouncing as you both came to the high, falling into his bare chest, both of you breathing heavily attempting to recover from the love that you both had made.

-

Following the weeks of the murder of Billy Kimber, you noticed a drastic change in how people treated you. People would always still mutter a hello, however would step out of your way, and you were close to being feared just about as much as Tommy himself.

You were walking Into the shop, placing your coat down as you went to make a cup of tea before starting the day. You noticed Polly staring at you, “what are you looking at pol?” You laughed slightly, turning to face her, cup of tea in hand.

“Come here,” she motioned towards you, cupping your left boob into her hand. You furrowed your brows, wondering what the fuck she was doing, “your pregnant. It’s a boy.”

You were in total disbelief, you stumbled back into a chair closest to you, “fuck sake.”

“Tommy’s?” She asked, and you gave her a look of disgust, “yes obviously it’s Tommy’s.”

“For fuck sake”, you moaned, just as Tommy himself walked into the shop. Placing a kiss on your cheek as he walked past into his office, you rolled your eyes at pol who raised her eyes brows in response. Sighing following him into the office, “morning.”

You sighed, “got something to tell ya.” He placed the bit of paper that was in his hands down, turning his full attention onto you. “eh, I’m pregnant”

His eyes went wide, “are ye really?” He smiled, quickly getting up and making his way over to you, taking your hands into his.

“Boy.” You could barely string a sentence together, you knew he would be happy but with how rocky everything was recently you were slightly unsure.

“Boy eh? Someone coming for my crown.” He repeated, “this is great news, now go home. No woman of mine will be working here while carrying my child”, he ordered.

He placed a kiss onto your lips, soft, sweet, “I love you so much, you have no idea,” he muttered to you.

“I love you too, and baby boy,”

“And baby boy,” he repeated, a wide smile spread across his face.

[closhelby]

Black Hand.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: usual Peaky shit

Prompt: none bar the scene itself.

Word Count: 1,796.

Author note: wrote this three fucking times I’m at my wits end! Unsure to make this into a few parts.

——

Y/N woke again, at the crack of dawn, rolling over checking her watch, 5.36AM. This was the usual for her, since leaving Birmingham she could barely sleep past 6am, since the breakdown of her marriage.

It was Christmas morning, the first she was spending with only one of her two children. Charlie, y/n’s eldest son was spending his Christmas with his father this year, since splitting y/n and Tommy regularly had sex behind her boyfriends back, and then she fell pregnant, with her now two year old Harry. However, Tommy wasn’t aware of this child being his, and as far as everyone else was aware it was Roberts child.

Y/n rolled out of bed, and began to wash and get ready for the day ahead. She sat at her dressing table, thinking, as she did regularly, how it would’ve been if they didn’t spit. There was still very clearly tension there, sexual especially. Due to this, y/n cut all interaction with Tommy, whenever they needed to talk over Charlie, she would get nanny’s and maids to travel with him.

Just finishing her makeup, finishing her all off with a spritz of perfume and putting on her watch, which now shown it as 6.56am. Y/n went downstairs, starting to make herself a cup of tea when she was startled with the letterbox chattering as the postman put today’s Mail. She moved over to the door, bending over to pick up the letters, opening the first one to reveal a white card with a black hand on the front.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s heart started beating at a rapid rate, she knew that this meant kill or be killed. She needed to get her and Harry out of there ASAP. They weren’t far behind and they already knew where she lived. She ran back upstairs, grabbing overnight bags and stuffing them with her most valuable items and clothes she could possibly wear before doing the same for Harry. All while trying to be as quiet as she could because she didn’t want to wake Rob.

Y/n ran from the house to the car sat on the front drive, she didn’t even bother to ask a driver. She was going alone. Leaving alone. Without an explanation. Despite the severity of the situation, this was brewing for a long time. The current relationship was a cover up. Y/n accepted the fact that the only man she will ever love will remain Thomas Shelby, and she knew it would be the same for him. And I think that’s why they both didn’t file for a divorce.

Quickly packing the car with things she may need for herself and Harry, she ran back upstairs to collect the sleeping boy from his bed and placed him into the front seat of the car. He continued to sleep throughout the car ride, back to Small Heath. Y/n knew Tommy like the back of her hand, she knew that everyone that is associated with the Shelby name would have been dealt a black hand, and knew the only place they could possibly be safe would be in the polluted streets of Birmingham.

Turning the car onto Watery Lane, as all those childhood memory’s flooded back. From when she ran about with John as a kid, to when her and Ada would get into trouble together in her early teens, all the way to building a large profitable business with her husband, all came flooding to her. A rush of emotion, clearly visible on her face as the car came to a halt outside the once betting den. Y/n rarely had any emotion showing, only Tommy would see that in the many nights they spent alone, but that was the same for both of them. They acted tough to everyone else but vulnerable for each other. The bond they had, partners in crime, was admired, despite them both being gangsters.

Tommy was very clearly heartbroken from the downfall in their relationship, he also believed that y/n was the only woman for him in the long run. But the only way he felt that he could get over that was her under someone else. He turned to Lizzie on the regular, and as y/n still kept in contact with Ada, she knew about this. Y/n was very alike Tommy in this sense, if she needed to find something out, it would always come her way, weather she needed to look for it or not. Ultimately they shared a child together, technically two, but there was still so much love there between the both of them.

“Fucking hell,” y/n muttered before kicking in the door that stood before her. Her two year old son clutching to her chest, still fast asleep as she walked towards the family she still loved dearly. Pol loved her, loved her like her own, but they both had a similar trait, they never backed down. And sometimes like Tommy, they would argue for days on end.

Y/n stood before the table, where all but Tommy sat before her. She quickly scanned the room, noticing a blonde woman, she knew was Linda, but hadn’t met was looking at her with a very foul face on her. Ada on the other hand was smiling, excited to see her best friend after years of being away. Tommy standing to her left, eyes wide wondering why his wife was stood before him, in small Heath, with a young child in her hand.

Pol broke the silence first, “What the fuck are you doing here? Tommy tell ya?”

“No however, since you know, I find out absolutely anything I need to,” y/n spoke directing a foul look to Lizzie who was stood over in the corner, “I have also been dealt a black hand.”

There was a mutter of fuck sakes throughout the room, as they realised this was a bit more real than before. Tommy then started to talk about the issue at hand.

“Why are you starting when Johns not here?”

The room fell cold, distant and all eyes were trying to avoid hers. But Tommy wasn’t, he didn’t avoid her gaze as y/n turned to look at him. He very rarely lied to her, he simply couldn’t get away with it if anything, y/n found out everything.

“Fucking ‘ell Tommy, tell me!”

“John was killed this morning, on his front door step infront of his wife.”

Tears started to form in the once emotionless woman, the room felt as though it was caving in on them. Her legs felt heavy, like she could collapse to the ground at any moment, but her head felt light. She quickly muttered to Tommy, handing the baby over, stumbling back to process what she had just been told. John was before all this, they were best friends since they were about 4. They went all throughout school together, and because y/n dad had passed before he could walk her down the isle, John did.

“Those fuckin’ bastards! Christmas Day! Im going to fucking kill them myself,” y/n screamed in frustration.

“She won’t cope well with this,” Ada spoke quietly enough that the table could hear but y/n couldn’t. Ada approached her, giving her a soft cuddle of comfort. Y/n didn’t cry, she didn’t cry infront of anyone. But she was very close today.

She composed herself, breathing out before standing up, “why did I have to marry into this shit?”

“Why haven’t you divorced him?”

Ada knew the answer, she always had.

They both moved back over to the table, Ada returning to her seat while y/n stood by Tommy’s side. He still stood there holding his own child, without the knowledge of it. He continued to speak about the issues they were currently facing with Luca Changretta, but y/n wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, simply zoning out to how weird her life was. She’s looking at the love of her life while they’re no longer together, holding their second son that he has no clue about.

“Y/n?”

Her head quickly shot up following the direction of the voice. Arthur.

“Hm?”

“Peace or truce?” Tommy spoke.

“Peace”

“Very well. Six peace, two truce.” He quickly handed Harry back over to y/n before heading back upstairs. The group got up and left to do their own thing, while Ada sat at the table waiting for the catch up that was well needed between them both.

“Two seconds, I’m just gonna put Harry up to bed.” Ada nodded in response as y/n made her way upstairs to put Harry to bed. She opened the door to find Charlie sleeping in the small bed, leaning over to put Harry at the back of him, giving both of them a peck on the cheek before turning to see Tommy in the door way.

“Your new boyfriend is the dad? But your not married to him?”

“No I’m not married to him.”

“So you had a child out of wedlock?”

She sighed. She wasn’t going to lie to him anymore, there was enough damage and if she knew she would have to spend the next few months living with him, she needed to get it out there as soon as possible.

“No, I’m married.”

“yes, to me.”

Y/n walked over to him, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him, aware of the fact this house was full. He took a seat on the small chair in the corner, while y/n stood slightly back from him.

“Remember that last fuck we had. Before I refused to see you.”

He nodded.

“I refused to see you because I was pregnant, and I knew it was yours.”

“Fuck sake y/n.” Tommy spoke, running his hands through his hair.

The room then went silent. The two of them not knowing what to say next, for the first time in years they were speechless.

Y/n decided to break it, “He knows. Rob knows he’s not his, he can see it, but it’s never been mentioned. Harry also knows who you are, I’ve shown him pictures of you that I have.”

Tommy stood up abruptly, making his way over to her. His hands wrapped round her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Y/n was looking, and clearly getting lost in his blue eyes. Tommy leaned in to her, their lips meeting softly,y/n began to kiss back. The feeling this was what they both had longed for. Both of them having sex with others that meant absolutely nothing to them. The bedroom door swings open to reveal Finn stood there, his mouth hung wide.

“A - Ada’s wondering where you are?”

Y/n smiled before pulling out the embrace, muttered a thanks then proceeded to go downstairs. She turns round as she’s on the third stair down, “don’t say a thing Finn,”

[closhelby]

HER. - Thomas Shelby

Smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: it’s peaky blinders, with smut

Word Count: 2472

AN: this is my first time writing smut, please give me any tips pls, it’s appreciate. It’s probably shite.

::::::

She always was on his mind. The woman, that always read between the lines, always two steps ahead of him, and had an incredible eye for business. She had left him years prior, leaving for a top business school in London. they never had a title, a label on their relationship, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that they always, somehow, gravitated back to one another. Often people, especially Polly, would say that there was no way two people would be so alike, strong headed but only rarely clashed. 

However y/n’s degree had finished and she was coming back to Small Heath for a period of time before she was going to figure out what exactly what she wanted to do. Y/n was actually great friends with the Shelby family, since growing up with them, living just down the road, they practically lived together. Y/n was actually younger than Tommy, she was ages with Ada and John. They were in the same class throughout school, Ada and y/n regularly wrote to each other, updating each other on Ada’s eventful life as a Shelby still in Small Heath and y/n’s very exciting studying life in London. 

They had actually planned to meet up, for a nice and quiet drink at the Garrison on her return. The thoughts swirled in y/n’s mind as she approached the Garrison, it had just gone 6pm, and she knew as it was a Friday, she did have a possibly of bumping into her first, arguably her only love.  Pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, she pushed open the door to see a fairly crowded Garrison. 

“Ah, y/n, how was London?” Harry shouted, from behind the bar. Y/n smiled at him, walking over to Ada sitting in the back corner. “It was good Harry, nice to be back in this clear Birmingham air”. He chuckled slightly, “Whiskey coming up love”. 

Y/n nodded, taking a seat next to Ada, giving her a cuddle, “Unsure if ive missed this place or not” y/n laughed slightly, eyes scanning the pub, looking for the one man she questioned if she did want to bump into. The pair was throwing back drinks like it was going out of fashion, knowing they would both regret this in the morning. Apparently, Ada wasn't allowing y/n to go back home, and in fact y/n didn't have a home yet and wasn't willing to go back to her parents, so Ada was insisting that she stayed at hers until y/n found a suitable place. Y/n didnt put up a fight, despite them both being hot heads, and taking absolutely no shit from anyone, men or woman, y/n didn't argue. She was actually really thankful for her. 

They eventually stumbled into the house in the early hours of the morning, their laughs echoing throughout the silent house. 

::::

The sun caught y/n directly in the eyes, quickly awoke y/n from her sleep. Her head felt as though someone had been hitting her head against the floor multiple times. Y/n continued to lay there, turning away from the sun, trying to keep the contents of her stomach from getting sprayed all over her and the sleeping Ada. She made an attempt at moving, sat with her head in her hands as she was trying to give herself words of encouragement to get up and make herself something to eat. 

“Fuck sake, why do we do this to ourselves?” Ada moaned from behind her. Y/n scoffed, “ Your bloody idea”.

Quickly standing up, in hope she could get it over with quickly. The room continuing to spin, as she attempted to walk to the door. Ada following closely behind. 

They both sat slumped over the dining room table, as they attempted to sober up and embrace the oncoming hangover. John now present, laughing at the two dying woman in front of him. 

“Good night?”

“Always.” Ada grumbled.

Pol placed a plate in front of them, toast with jam, “Does Tommy know your back? 

Eyes falling onto y/n from every person in their, “No.” answering quietly. 

Attempting to change the subject, “Told myself I would start looking for a new job today, since I shall be staying here for a decent period of time.”

John raised his eyebrow, “Tommy’s looking for a new secretary.” A slight smile on his face, “You've got a good background, business and that”.

“hm, I don't think so Johny boy”.    

“Don’t say no too soon, your a good asset to the business.” Pol added. No one was ever in y/n’s corner more than Pol, they would bang heads sometimes, as neither of them would back down. But she accepted y/n was the only one that had the best interest for Tommy.

The front door closed, and there he stood, the room turning to face Tommy, silence filling the room, then he broke it, “Heard you were back.”

“Yeah,” she replied quietly.

“Well, you know where I am if you need that job, I’m sure you’ve already been told,” he spoke, cigarette hanging from his mouth, as he walked away from them and into his office.

Y/n let out a breath, as though she hadn’t been breathing the whole time he was there. Ada smiled at her, placing her hand onto y/n’s, “I’m just going to get ready for the day love,” and off she went upstairs. The boys getting on with their day, and Pol following suit.

Y/n sat collecting her thoughts while trying to tell herself to face her ex lover, who she was still so deeply in love with. She tapped on the door slightly, opening it before opening it, “hi”, seeing his eyes flutter onto her shot tingles throughout her body, his eyes quickly looking away

“You can start tomorrow if you wish, I need a few papers signed and sent tomorrow. I can get your contract drawn up tonight.” He spoke, his eyes still not lifting from the paper in front of him.

“Yes, that’s fine 8am?”

“8.45, shop doesn’t open until 9. And there are others to set it up, that’s not your job.”

Nodding, “I heard you have a new woman.”

At this point he did look up at her, “I heard you had plenty men in London,”

She laughed slightly, nodding before heading to the door, “none were ever a patch on you,” closing the door, leaving a smirk on Thomas Shelbys face.

The following day came around, as y/n got ready for the day. Putting on a formal black tightly fitted dress, flats and pin curled hair. A slight tint of red lippy, remembering it used to be Tom’s favourite. Assuming Tommy wouldn’t be at the shop at this time, she took a whiskey with her placing it on the desk infront of Tommy’s office. The place was silent, despite there being other employees now starting to arrive, something calming about the place, almost the calm before the storm, she thought.

The hour was now around ten thirty, and there was still no sign of Tommy. She had already finished the papers he had left for her on her desk. It wasn’t the usual small Heath lady, she was educated, and to a very high level. y/n was sat twiddling her thumbs, awaiting Tommy’s arrival to get other things done.

“Y/n. My office please,” his voice low, as he stood behind her. She stood up quickly, following him into the private room.

“There’s your contract, if you wish to have a read over it. I see you’ve finished the work I gave given you for the day.”

Y/n took the contract into her hands, scanning for any mistakes or anything to question. But he actually was paying her nearly double the rate of other staff, and just over that the London rate was, “you’ve done your research eh. More than London rates, impressive. The peaky’s are stepping up in the world” Y/n smiled at him, as she placed the documents on the desk, picking up his pen, and signing it. Y/n Y/l/n. Followed with today’s date. That was now it, she was a Shelby Co Ltd employee.

...

The days turned into weeks, spending time with tommy while no one else was looking was becoming a regular thing. She now had her own place, just doors down from the shop. He would regularly call her into the office, and discuss things that he would usually never utter a word about. It had always been that way with them, since they were little, he would confine in her, telling her all the issue and problems he was facing, both in his mind and with others. But it was also coming to her attention that he was still seeing Grace.

Later on in the day, the clock chimes 11pm, as y/n sat listening to the music that takes her back to a child, while sipping a whiskey. The knock of her front door bringing her out of her daydream, she picked up her handgun that she kept on her at all times. Growing up with The Shelby’s, she had to protect herself in someway. She kept it behind her, out of view for anyone who was in front of her, slowly creeping up to answer the door. She swung it open, gun clocked and pointed directly in the face of Thomas Shelby. Not wasted, but defiantly had a few.

“Ah, can never change a Shelby girl eh” He spoke, laughing slightly as she lowered the gun and he stepped inside. 

“Although, I’ve never been a Shelby girl, have I Tom?”

“Depends who you ask.”

She sighed, stepping in to the fire lit living room, “Drink?”

He nodded in response, and y/n began to pour him a whiskey, topping up hers and handing a full glass over to him. “Why are you here?”

He stepped over to her, the closest they had been together since before she left for London. He placed a hand on her back, pulling her head into touch his, their foreheads touching. The sensation ran through her body like the first time they had ever touched. He placed his hand on around the back of her neck, pulling her into him, his lips crashing onto hers. Their tongues intertwining with each others as the kiss started to deepen.  Y/n reached for his jacket, pulling it off his back, before making her way on to unbuttoning his shirt. Tommy pulled the bottom of her nightdress up, y/n only allowing the kiss to be broken to allow it to come over her head. 

Their lips syncing with each other once again as tommy took his now unbuttoned shirt off, moving onto unbuckling his trousers revealing his already hard length. He began to push her back onto the couch, untangling her lace thongs from around her legs. His fingers trailing over her already wet pussy, “Do it” y/n whispered as she pulled his face back up to kiss hers. 

He didn't even wait as he shoved his length into her. Their bodies rocked in sync together, “Tommy...” Y/n moaned, her fingers trailing down his shirtless torso. The stars were starting to align, the room was warm, full of love. It felt as though it was five minutes but in reality it was around fifteen all in.

Their breath shortened as y/n’s back started to arch as she came close to climax, “cum for me”. He spoke, looking at her directly in the eyes as he rocked her world. The love, chemistry, love and lust, all so very present just as it was back how they were before. Both of them moaning in pleasure, as they both came at the same time. The deep breaths and steamy windows showing the passion that had just unfolded. 

::::::::::::::::::::

It was a Friday evening, a week following the night of sin that taken place between Tommy and Y/n. They had still had the talks in private in the office, and on another occasion she was fucked bent over his desk after closing time. Y/n wasn't one to hide her feelings, it would always be present on her face so when it came to facing Grace in the Garrison, it wasn't hard to tell how y/n’s feelings were over her.  

Pol chuckled softly, clocking the glare Grace was on the opposite end of, “If looks could kill” Ada joining in on the hilarity. 

“She would've been killed 8 times over” Y/n replied, turning back to face the women. Whiskey in hand. 

“Feelings still there for him then?” Ada asked. 

“No, I wouldnt say so” y/n lied. 

“Cant lie to a gypsy woman love” Pol laughed, y/n begining to laugh with her when the doors open to reveal Tommy and his two bothers. Tommy’s icy blue eyes scanning the room, a slight smile shooting over to Y/n before approching the bar where Grace was, where he stood there for a good twenty minutes chatting away to her. 

“I cant take this anymore.” y/n looked over to Ada, who was rising her eyebrow while taking a sip of her drink. She was fairly close to them, and y/n being y/n liked to have a slight stir up now and again. She stood up, smile showing on her face as Pol and Ada laughed, watching her approach them both. 

“So, hows your little fling going?” she spok loud enough that Pol, Ada, Arthur and John could hear her. 

“Y/n” Tommy warned. 

“Who are you?” Grace questioned. 

“Y/N,” she responded, leaning herself against the bar, “The woman he has fucked behind your back multiple times this week.”

Pol snorted, almost chocking on her drink, “ I fucking knew it. Gypsy senses never lie.” 

“To be honest with you Grace, you had absolutely no chance when Y/N came back” Ada added. 

At this point, Tommy had moved y/n away from the bar, into the small room, “what are you doing?”

“You cant take the piss out of me, fucking me but then fucking her thinking youll get away with it.” she was pissed, and he could see it in her face. They had never spoke on their feelings toward each other. Everyone knew that it was always each other but there was nothing that compared to them, they always seemed to go back.

“I have always loved you but you left to go to London, I had people follow you. I knew what you were up to so I assumed you would stay down there, I assumed you had moved on.” He spoke, almost showing vulnerability.

“Oh I know. I can remember faces Tom. I think you forget I can see right through you,” she seethed, through her teeth, “what are you going to do about this?”

Tommy cupped her face, pulling her into kiss her.

“I love you.” He mumbled, feeling her smile into their kiss.

“I love you Tom,”

[closhelby]

because each one of their reactions is priceless and deserves its own gif

[closhelby]

what’s the opinions on smut?

Should I attempt writing some?

Also please submit any requests for writings and I shall get to it:)

[closhelby]

Angelic - T SHELBY

t w o

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: usual

Word count: 1537

AN: can’t remember these scenes word for word so some parts are probs shite.

-

Part one

-

OVER THE PAST two months, John and y/n had developed a strong friendship. Due to Martha passing away before John had returned from war, it was left to John to raise his four children, y/n had been helping watch the kids while he went about his business with his brothers. She hadn't run into, who she learned to be Johns big brother, Mr Thomas Shelby, since the first meeting at the pub. 

Although y/n made it clear that this friendship, between her and John, and it was staying that way. She relied on John for someone to vent to, to tell everything to but there was nothing romantic there regarding them both. Despite there being no romance, y/n got to know the whispers of Small Heath around the Peaky Blinders. And, although she was not a Shelby herself, nor a Shelby woman, people would step out of her way when she walked down the street, just because of her association with John Shelby himself.

Y/n stood quietly, watching out of her kitchen window that looked over the street, drinking a cup of tea. She then spots John, walking so fast he's practically doing a jog, and he was coming in the direction of her house.  Before she could even think he was in her kitchen, dragging her out by her arm and towards the garrison, unable to even swallow the remaining liquid in her mouth.

Attempting to protest, y/n shouted, "What the fuck are you doing John? Where are we going in such a bloody rush?"

John, in a flustered state, turned to face her, "I've called a family meeting, but I need you there."

Without a chance to reply, she was pulled into the garrison, and into the private room, where his aunt and oldest brother sat before them.

Polly smiled towards her, " Hello love, how have you been?"

Polly and y/n got along, Polly had heard about her first meeting with Tommy and found it pretty funny, instantly taking a liking to her. No one stands up to him at the best of times, never mind another woman he had never met. They had only met when y/n would drop Johns kids off at hers when she needed to go to work,  occasionally stopping for a whiskey when doing so, but nevertheless Pol liked her y/n.

The room was silent as Tommy walked into the private room. His eyes falling directly on y/n, "I thought this was a family meeting."

Before anyone else could speak, y/n spoke clearly, "You have as much a clue as to why I'm here, as I do."

"I need her here, I need to speak to you about something important".

Tommy rolled his eyes, leaning against the side of the wall, "Well get a move on, the shops unmanned and I've got things to do."

John started to ramble on about how his four kids were running rings around him, despite y/n’s help for the time being.

Tommy interrupting him, stating he would give him the relevant money to make sure they had clothes and shoes to wear.

Polly exhaled, "Tommy, shut up. We're better doing this without you. Go on John"

He continued to say he was going to propose to a woman, and she had agreed.

The attention in the room turned to y/n, "oh god, it's not me" she laughed.

Everyone then looked back to John, "who?" Polly asked.

"Lizzie... Lizzie Stark"

"Lizzie Stark?" Y/n laughed, and the whole room apart from John, joined in. "Not to be rude John, and being as honest as I can. I've been here two minutes and I already know half of Small Heaths been inside the woman."

"I need to do it, be brave" John tried to attempt as an excuse.

"John, being brave is going where no man has been before" Polly started, the whole room in laughter.

"And with Lizzie Stark, that's certainly not the case" y/n finished.

Ultimately, Tommy gave his dissatisfaction towards the prospect of his younger brother John marrying the local Prostitute. And that was the end of the matter. According to John, Lizzie had changed. But Tommy disagreed.

-

Making their way back to the Shelby's house, come betting den, bursting through the door. They came to realise the place had been ransacked, turned completely upside down. It utter disbelief and shock, realising they had stole everything that had value from the place. Skudboat being the only person in the den while this was going on, explained it was the Lees. The lot of them, brothers, cousins and even their bastards.

Tommy came through with a pair of wire cutters in his hand, attention of all us turning to him.

"Johnny lee was in France" he spoke, holding the cutters up.

"Fuck" Arthur spoke, "No one fucking move."

Ignoring Arthur's request, Polly began to move to try find the wire that could potentially kill them all. Y/n put her hand out, almost to stop her from moving but couldn't get to her as Tommy grabbed her by the forearm.

"Dont."

Despite not being in France herself, Jack had been and he had told her all the info he could. For hours y/n would listen to the gruesome stories he would tell her, and because it would be the only way he managed to cope with it, she took it all in.

"We've moved things, it can't be in here or it would've already went off." she said directly to Tommy.

"She's right, this was left for me."

And with that he was off, straight out the door. All of us standing there not wanting to be the first to move.

Later on that evening y/n was working late at the Garrison. As far as she was aware it was just before midnight, quietly humming to herself as she cleaned the glasses and sorted the stock, there was a knock at the door. Unlocking it to find a flustered Tommy Shelby.

"We're closed Tommy"

"Just get me a drink."

Quickly nodding, y/n walked over to the bar, Tommy following closely behind.

"What are you doing?"

"In two minutes, y/n, two IRA men are going to come in here and try to kill me. I need you to go behind there with this," gesturing the gun towards her, she took it without hesitation, "when I raise a toast, I want you to come out pointing the gun towards them. Don't shoot, the police want them alive"

He stood up behind her, showing her how she should be holding the gun. Y/n barely even got to focus before the clock chimed twelve and Tommy told her to go behind the doors. and without thinking about it, she did what he said, and went behind the doors and staying as quiet as a woman possibly could.

Not even a few seconds later, she heard the foot steps of two men approach the table Tommy was already sat at. Having conversation, y/n focused on the toast she was told would be the signal, while the three men had an argument between them.

"To barmaids who don't count" raising the glass of whiskey as he said it.

Y/n, sprung out of the back doors, holding the gun up in their direction. Not even thinking she shot...

Once, missed.

Twice, hit.

The man slumped in his chair, knowing he was dead, turned the gun to face the other man, who now was having a full on brawl with Tommy, both hauling each other around the bar.  In an attempt to help Tommy get this random man off him, he had hit her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground.

Tommy managing to get on top of the man, and continued to beat him until he was unrecognisable. Y/n beginning to come back round, lay there in utter shock, unsure what she witnessed, and what she just took part in.

"Why did you shoot?" Tommy shot over to her, picking her up off the floor, placing his cold hands on her face, "why did you fucking shoot?"

"I don't know, I didn't thi-, I didn't want them to kill you" The realisation that she had just killed a man, looking into his gorgeous ice blue eyes, "I'm sorry, I've just fucking killed someone for you"

He pulled her into an embrace and placed a hand over her head. She hugged him back, both holding each other slightly tighter than expected

"Now you've seen me" he whispered.

"And you've seen me." You replied.

The doors bust open and the police pile into the place. Tommy pulls away from her, turning his anger onto the head man.

"You were supposed to be here on the sixth chime. Where fucking were you?"

Y/n zoned out, unaware of her surroundings, her mind was completely focusing on the fact she had just killed a man for a stranger. Yes, it was her best friends brother, but they had never spoken. And she had just killed someone for him.

"Well we shall get this cleaned up, and leave you two love birds to it."

The police man said as he exited the Garrison. Tommy quickly turned round, to see y/n still stood in the same place he had left her, pulling her into another embrace. He was dumbfounded at the fact this woman, full of attitude, who drew him in even when they had rarely spoke, had just shot someone without question for him.

[closhelby]

Angelic - t.s

One.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: n/a

Word Count: 1347

A/n: this will be multiple parts, started it on Wattpad but moving it over to here. :) can someone pls tell me how to do the links lol. Any feed back appreciated

-

FLEEING THEIR PREVIOUS life as Jack and y/n moved to a new part of Britain, in hope of getting rid of their abusive father. Their mother, Margaret, knew a few people who lived here from her childhood, which was what, in the end, made them move there. Jack and y/n were born and raised in Scotland, , where as Margaret was from Small Heath many year ago. Margaret, who goes by Maggie, had secured a job at a local shop just down the road from their house. Their house was a small house but they all had separate rooms, which at this stage, all they wanted was privacy. Their mother was lenient with them both now adays. The trauma they had all suffered due to their father was still very much present, especially for their mother, and sometimes I don't think she could be bothered with the confrontation. As long as they were paying their way and helping towards the rent, they could come and go as they pleased.

As Maggie was rushing around to make sure she was both presentable and on time to her new job, while y/n set out her day to visit places where she seen advertise jobs in the local newspaper. As she too made herself look presentable, pinning the front of her light golden blonde curled hair, back out of her face, slipping on a deep red dress and a long trench coat. Y/n walked to the front door, quickly grabbing the sandwich that Jack had already made, laughing as he turned noticing what she was doing.

"where are you going?", Jack spoke, attempting to grab the already gone sandwich.

"The Garrison" y/n dipped out from his reach as she stepped out of her front door, nearly being thrown into the ground as her body collided into someone else's. Thankfully for her, he grabbed her before she fell any closer to the hard concrete pavement.

She looked up to see a good looking man, with a nice suit and a peaky hat on.

"I'm so sorry," she spoke first, continuing to stare at her, he put his hand out for her to shake it.

"John" he spoke, as y/n put out her hand to accept his.

"Y/n"

"Where are you off too in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to see about a job."

"Hm" John looked around, and then back to fixate on her, "I'll walk you. Where is this job?"

She agreed, walking slightly a pace behind him, " it's at the Garrison, do you know it?"

"Yeah, I was going there now, come with me."

As they both walked towards the garrison, they just chatted together, small talk.

"Your not from here? Why are you here?"

"I've just moved here with my mother and brother. We are originally from Scotland, but my mothers from here many years ago."

"What brings you back here?" John stopped just outside the garrison to continue the conversation.

"My dad abused us all, but mostly my mother. We thankfully had money left over from my grandfathers passing, and we used it to come here." She was a very open person, she didn't really care that she had known this man five minutes and she was already telling him her life story.

"Very well, well I'm sure I'll see you around now that you've got a job in the Garrison," John smiled slightly.

Confused, y/n looked up at him, "I haven't got the job yet".

He smiled properly this time, as he pushed open the door, y/n following behind.

"Sorry love. No women aloud in here." The man behind the bar spoke.

As she went to speak,  John spoke for her, " y/n, here" turning round to gesture at her, "is looking for a job".

The barman started to laugh, "can't have a pretty girl in here working John, all of them will have her up against the wall"

"Not if she's with us they won't".

Y/n was in complete confusion to what was going on. Her thoughts interrupted by, the barman began to speak, "very well love. I'm Harry. I suppose your our new bar maid" smiling over to her.

"Thank you very much John. You didn't need to do that," y/n looked at John, then back to Harry, "When shall I start?"

"Tonight". Harry laughed, "4pm"

Y/n smiled back to him, agreeing to be there for that time. Thanking John again as she walked out the doors and back to her home to get ready for her first night in Small Heath.

As it got closer to four,  the more nervous she became, slightly concerned over the comment Harry made around 'the men would have her up against a wall', now y/n wasn't the strongest woman at all but certainly didn't let anyone walk over the top of her. Despite the man calling the shots, she would not allow it. She would usually say it's down to how her father treated her, and how she grew up seeing how he would beat and abuse her own mother.

She dressed herself in a nice black trouser and white blouse top. Y/n was out to make a good first impression to the people of Small Heath. Surprisingly though, she wasn't interested in love. Despite her good looks and majority of men trying their luck with her, she had never given them the time of day, but as she was twenty - four, nearly to be twenty - five, y/n was starting to question if this should be the time to settle down. Majority of the people she knew had already got married and had children, either she hasn't met the right man or it just wasn't in her life journey to become a mother.

Saying bye to Jack, their mother was due to be home at any point, "tell mum I will be back late".

Jack nodded as he stuffed his face, with yet another sandwich.

...

Y/n had been working for a few hours, serving the odd customer. Thankfully it wasn't too busy, so far her night had been fairly easy.  She was facing the ground, fixing the glasses from behind the bar, as the front doors swing open and there stands, John with two other men. John flashed a quick smile, which y/n returned.

"Whiskey," the man at the front spoke to her, walking towards the bar.

"Please" y/n replied, looking him directly in the eyes, "Irish or scotch?"

John and the other man still standing at the door, let out a small laugh. While the man who was now standing in front of her smiled slightly at her response, either she had some balls or she didn't know who they were. He studied her body under the trouser suit she had on, she was hot. She knew it, and so did he.

"Irish"

"On the house, Mr. Shelby" Harry stared over at her.

She let out a soft hm, placing the bottle on the bar and went to give him glasses, "three glasses?"

Mr. Shelby looked at her, a slight smile on his face as he picked up both the whisky and glasses, walking over to the private room within the garrison. He was fascinated by her, a new woman in the area that was standing up to him with no questions asked. The two other boys walked in behind him, John shooting her a smile before they all disappeared.

Y/n began to clear away some of the glasses that were left on the bar, as Harry came over to her, "Now, you were with John earlier but you don't know who his brothers are?"

"I don't know who they are, Harry. I had only met John minutes before I came to see you", Sighing, placing the glasses down as she turned to face Harry.

Harry sighed as he laughed, "those men are the biggest gangsters around here, and I've never met someone to stand up to them. Everything they order is on the house. And that man there, is Tommy Shelby."

Sighing, accepting the fact, y/n agreed to make sure everything was on the house towards the Shelby's, and continued to wonder who the fuck they were, but she would soon realise the type of people they were.

Part two