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Mature audiences- 18+

Pairings- Thomas Shelby x OC

Warnings- Canon level violence, cursing, possible smut in the future?

Authors note- All scenes taken from Peaky Blinders belong to Netflix

Summary

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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Razors and Vermouth

Chapter Three

Thomas Shelby x OC

Warnings- canon level violence, swearing.

Throughout the night Zina stayed by her booth, eyes occasionally wandering to where Thomas had sat down, right next to Zilpha. He was puffing on a cigarette, smirking as his eyes scoped the drunk people around him. A young boy came up to Zina. She looked at him confused.

“What are you looking for, young man?”

“I lookin' for whatever you got.” the boy replied.

“Not gonna give me your name first?

“Finn Shelby.” He said in a serious tone.

“Alright then Finn, here you go. Let me know how you like it.” Zina smiled at him.

Finn took a sip—a delighted look scattered on his face. “Yeah, s’ not bad. So …do you live in one of these wagons? Because if you do, how do you not freeze to death??” Finn asked.

“No. I don’t live in a Vardos- that’s what they're called in Romani. I live in a small cottage here in Smethwick… and you? Do you and your family live in Birmingham?” Zina asked, hopeful that he would say no.

“No, we live in Handsworth Wood. Anyway, I gotta go.” Finn said, getting distracted by something else.

Zina turned back to Thomas and saw Polly approach him and mutter something. Zina’s curiosity piqued. She glanced in the direction that they were looking at and saw a young pregnant woman dancing and laughing with the others. Her attention turned back to Thomas who had already stood up trying to mask an annoyed expression.

“Ada, come on, have a rest. Sit down.”

Zina observed him try to calm Ada. She moved away from her booth, approaching the situation cautiously, as she couldn’t help but feel uncertain that things would go awry.

“Come and look, Esme. Come and look at the family you’ve joined.” Ada yelled at Esme, who was sitting on John's lap. The two of them stood up as Ada continued yelling.

“Come and look at the man who runs it. Chooses his brother's wives for them!” Ada's tone grew more aggressive. Thomas tried to grab her, but she resisted, pushing him away. Polly and Arthur moved closer, surrounding Ada, trying to calm her down.

“He hunts his own sister down like a rat, and he tries to kill his brother-in-law!”

“Ada that's enough!” Arthur yelled at her.

Polly told Ada to quiet down, but Ada continued shouting at Thomas.

“And now he won't even let me have a fucking dance!”

“Ada!” Polly raised her voice yelling at the young woman.

“Not even at a fucking wedding!” Ada cried out., Her angry screams turned into groans.

“Sit her down,” John told Polly, annoyance evident on his face.

“Ada, calm down.”

Zina noticed that Ada had begun to breathe heavily.

‘Holy shit. Water. Right.” Polly said, looking down. Ada had gone into labor.

“Not now, Ada! Bloody hell, you do pick your times!” Arthur yelled at her. Everyone sprang into action. Thomas and Polly grabbed Ada leading her to their car, while John trailed behind, hand in hand with Esme. Esme saw Zina and roughly tugged her with.

“What the hell Esme! Why are you dragging me into this Shelby thing?” Zina exclaimed, confused as to why her cousin was involving her in this situation.

“I may be married to a Shelby now but I’m not doing this shit alone!” Esme replied in a half-whisper, gritting her teeth to reach John's car.

“We’ll meet them there ladies. Arthur, get in.” John said.

Zina sat in the back next to Arthur. She looked over at him and saw him holding on, wide-eyed and wild.

“You better hold on sweetheart. John’s never driven a car.” Arthur told Zina.

“What?” Zina cried before John sped off.

By the time they started to drive into the street, Zina began to question where they were heading.

“Where are we going?” Zina yelled.

“Watery Lane, where Polly lives,” Arthur tells her.

“Watery Lane… like…Small Heath? Birmingham?” Zina questioned—worried emotion running through her.

‘Yeah, what other Watery Lane do you know of?” Arthur laughed out.

Zina’s face paled, thinking about the last time she was in Watery Lane.

“Slowly, slowly, slowly!” Arthur yelled at John as they arrived.

John stopped, harshly jolting Zina forward, pulling her out of her trance.

“We’re here, c’mon ladies,” Arthur told them. Arthur extended his hand. Zina reached for it, as she got out of the car with his help. She looked around in a fog, her mind consumed with her brother’s death. Zina stayed back as Arthur helped Esme down, with John following behind. Esme and the boys started to walk toward the house. Zina faintly heard a man’s voice but she couldn’t comprehend it. Esme grabbed Zina’s shoulder.“Zina hey, let's head inside and help Ada, okay?” Esme whispered.

Zina snapped out of her stupor, finally looking up at the people around her. Arthur and John weren’t paying much attention but when she glanced over, she caught Thomas staring at her; he was studying her. She squeezed Esme’s hand.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Zina half-smiled. She stole one last look at Thomas, whose gaze had not left hers. As they walked past him, Polly came out from her house, already trying to discuss something with Thomas.

Inside they could hear Ada’s screams of pain. Zina froze again.“Esme, I don’t think I can be here.”

“It’s okay miere. Why don’t you join the boys, okay?” Esme replied, a sad smile looming over her face. As Esme began to speak she was interrupted by Polly reentering the room.

“Girls, what are you doing? Get up there and help Ada.”

“I will, but Zina can’t right now, she’s gonna go with the boys. Are they waiting out there?”

Polly looked at the young women confusedly. “Yeah, alright but the boys left with the car to the Garrison so you’ll have to walk over to join them.”

“Um, okay yeah. Which way is the garrison?” Zina asked, her face pale.

“Keep on this block and turn right, at the end of that block you’ll see it,” Polly instructed as she hurried up the stairs. Esme hugged Zina before following the older woman.

As Zina walked to the Garrison, all she could think of was her brother's murder. The last time she was in Birmingham she couldn't stay in the city for more than ten minutes. Zina accompanied Esme to go “see the good-lookin’ boys from the city.” She had only agreed because she felt she needed to enjoy herself too. The second Zina and Esme started walking around the city, Zina felt unwell. She struggled to breathe, so she stopped moving. Esme was worried and started walking her back out. Esme told her she wouldn’t have to go back until she felt okay.

Zina heard loud laughs from men and looked up to see what she hoped would be The Garrison. She walked in and saw a woman tending to the men. Zina walked in nerves still running through her.

“Miss, what can I get ya?” The woman asked in an Irish accent.

“May I just have a whiskey, please?”

“Sure. So what’s a young girl like you doin' around these parts?” The woman asked as she poured her drink.

“I was supposed to be catching up to some… friends… or family. I don’t know what they are to me if I’m being truthful,” Zina half chuckled, the whiskey warming her body. “Can I get another…” Zina paused, “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Grace, and sure comin' right up.”

“Thank you. I’m Zina.”

“Well lovely to meet you, Zina.” Grace smiled at Zina as she walked to the other side of the bar to tend to more customers.

As time went by Zina stayed sitting at the corner of the bar, her anxiety fading as she kept drinking. She looked around and saw the last of the patrons leaving, she wondered if the boys were ever even there.

Grace approached her. “Hey Zina we’re gonna close soon, are you still waitin' on someone?”

“Yeah, I thought they were here but-” Zina was cut off by the pub room being opened. It was Thomas. He looked at her, confusion written on his face.

“What’r you doin' here?” Thomas asked, eyes darting around the room as he shut the door.

“Um, I was no help over there so Esme sent me here with you guys, I hope that’s okay?” Zina half smiled at the man.

“Why not” He replied rhetorically, sitting down next to her.

“Thomas, do you want me to get you a drink?” Grace asked, her tone high and sweet.

“Not now,” Thomas replied not taking his eyes off Zina.

“So tell me your story, Zina Lee.”

Zina cleared her throat and straightened up, attempting to regain some composure. “Well, I’m twenty-five,” she started, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, “and Esme’s like my sister, although, technically, we’re just cousins. And, uh, I like to make vermouth. Only for fun of course,” she added, giving him a shy smile. It was a weak attempt at humor, which was all she had at the moment.

Thomas didn’t react immediately. Instead, he just kept looking at her—an expression of quiet curiosity mixed with something else that Zina couldn’t quite place.

He rubbed his face slowly.

Zina shifted nervously in her seat, the shift in the air changing as Thomas continued to observe her. After what felt like an eternity he spoke.

“Hmm,” he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. “Interesting.” His gaze was even more intense.

Grace, who had been watching from the corner with a slight scowl, had come over.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything, Thomas?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Get me another whiskey and get Zina here some water,” Thomas replied, lighting a cigarette with his attention returned to Zina.

Zina looked over at Grace and saw her deflate sadly as she went to pour another whiskey.

Zina tried breaking the air, “You don’t talk much, do you know that?”

“I speak when I need to,” he stated coldly.

“Fair enough,” she said. Zina felt her cheeks grow warm thinking about how foolish she felt trying to have small talk with Thomas.

“I’m grateful you and Zilpha made this arrangement,” Zina said as she drank the water Grace had left her.

“I didn’t do it for gratitude.”

“Yes, I know but still, Zilpha had told me that we’d rather be alliances than enemies.”

“She’s right.”

Zina cleared her throat, “I thought you Shelby’s lived in Handsworth Wood?”

“Who the hell told you that?” Thomas gruffed out.

“I think he’s your brother.. Finn Shelby?”

Thomas chuckled, “That kid spent one summer up there and now thinks we live there. He’s just a kid, Zina, can’t believe you would believe him.”

“Yeah, he seemed pretty sure but I shouldn’t trust a kid too much about what he says.”

He smirks as he goes to take a sip of whiskey, “Now you’re learning.”

Zina opened her mouth but was harshly interrupted by the pub entrance being slammed open. Thomas turns to look and sees Polly, his smirk turning into a smile.

“It’s a boy,” Polly exclaims, venom in her voice. She starts to run up to him, her fists ready to punch.

“Pol, Pol, Polly,” Thomas told her trying to calm her down, as she began to push him and get in his face.

Zina was stunned at the scene unfolding, she heard two men coming out of the pub room, it was Arthur and John. Both men began prying Polly off Thomas. As they got her to back away from him Arthur yelled Polly’s name trying to get her to calm down.

“But the police came and took his father away!” She yelled at Thomas, disgusted by what she thought were his actions.

Thomas’ face was stunned, his eyes red.

“Don’t you dare look at me like that!” A silence hit the room as Polly shoved both the men off her.

Thomas stayed silent, a shocked look covering his face. Polly walked out, and Arthur and John trailed behind her trying to get her to explain.

Thomas sat back on the chair, glanced at Zina, and drank his last whiskey sip.

“I’ll take you home.” He whispered.

Zina looked at him, still reeling in from the events that had transpired not even five minutes prior.

“ I- I’ll be fine,” Zina replied meekly.

“Don’t be an idiot, it’s late and I can’t let a young woman wander off by herself,” He stood up putting on his jacket. He got right in front of her face.

“I’m not asking, let’s go.” Thomas began to walk away, Zina stood up and followed a mixture of surprise on her face.

“Grace make sure to close up.” He said before walking out the door.

As they climbed in the car Zina could feel the alcohol starting to fade. The cool air cleared her mind.

“I live in Smethwick, on Black Patch,” she said, her voice steadier.

Thomas glanced at her briefly.

“Alright,” he replied, his tone short offering no more than the bare minimum.

As the drive continued a comfortable silence landed over them, only the noises of wheels hitting the gravel roads were heard. Zina occasionally glanced over at Thomas, nervousness ran through her.

As they left Small Heath Thomas cleared his throat,

“You looked out of it earlier, what was that about?”

Zina hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say to the man. She let out a small breath before speaking.

“Watery Lane… It’s not a place I have good memories of,” Her eyes flicked quickly to Thomas,

“You looked like how Arthur did coming back from the war,” he said, his voice sounding detached. His eyes never wavered off the road.

“Yeah.. something like that,” Zina took a slow breath she looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. “My brother was killed in Watery Lane six years ago.” Her lips pressed together, feeling that she had given away too much information.

“That’s enough for now.” she breathed out.

Thomas was silent for what felt like an eternity.

“Sorry about that, I heard it from Arthur when it happened. Didn’t know you were his sister.”

“It’s alright, no one would’ve known. Zilpha did not want me to be in danger so she kept me moving in silence in case they wanted to attack again.

“Hmm, a smart move of hers.” His tone was softer.

Thomas kept quiet as the continued the drive. Zina eventually looked up and realized they had entered Black Patch.

“If you keep going straight past the wagons, You’ll see a small cottage, that’s my home.”

He gruffed out a reply, but Zina couldn’t understand what he had said.

He had pulled into the street where her cottage was.

Thomas sighed,

“Here you go.”

Zina grabbed the handle to get out, she looked over at him and smiled,

“Thank you, Thomas.”

“Don’t mention it, Zina.” His eyes lingered for just a second longer than necessary, his voice steady.

As his tail lights faded into the hush of night, Zina could only stand in awe of the events that transpired hours ago.

Dictionary-

Vardos- A Romani Wagon.

Miere- Honey

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Razors and Vermouth

Chapter Two

Thomas Shelby x OC

Warnings- canon level violence, swearing.

Birmingham, England 1919

“Zina, are you almost done with that vermouth? You need to get ready for the wedding.”

Zilpha called out. Zina glanced over and chuckled, “Yes, Zilpha, I’m just filtering this last jar. My God, give a woman a break.”

As Zina finished she heard some rumbling coming down the stairs.

“Esme, what are you doing down here? You were supposed to be adding your final touches!” Zilpha exclaimed, urgency in her voice.

“I can’t fuckin do it myself. I need my favorite cousin to come help me get it just right.”

“Okay, okay. You should be glad that I filtered this glass quickly.” Zina said as she joined Esme up the stairs, they entered the room, and Turning to Esme, she asked “Are you excited to marry and settle down?”

Esme looked at Zina, a hesitant expression on her face. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess I’m excited because I’ll finally settle down with a hopefully handsome man but at the same time I’m a little sad since I won’t be seeing you as often anymore.”

Zina looked up and sighed her heart heavy. “I know but you know that as long as you live in the countryside I will happily stop by as often as I am allowed.”

Esme’s lips curled into a smile as she looked at her. “What the fuck do you take me for? A posh girl?”

Just then Zilpha opened the door with a smirk on her face “Let’s go ladies; we have a weddin to attend.”

As they arrived at the town’s center, Zina glanced at Esme, her heart a mix of joy and sorrow. She couldn’t help but wonder how different her life would be now that the one person who’d been through thick and thin with her, was preparing to leave and start her own family.

“We’re here,” Zilpha announced breaking Zina’s thoughts. She looked at Esme. “Go on to your vardos and wait for the Shelbys to arrive. Zina will stay here with me and go back to get you when it’s time.”

Esme nodded and started walking off. Zina watched her, a feeling of pride washing over.

“So is he handsome at least?” Zina couldn’t help but ask.

Zilpha chuckled. “Guess what, filly? Don’t even know what he looks like.”

“Wait so he could be a complete plain and we won’t know until they get here?” Zina furrowed her brows.

“That’s right, and even if he was plain as you say, alliances are alliances. Better to be that than enemies.”

Zina frowned, she wouldn’t want her cousin to marry someone who lacked charm. She silently prayed that he would be anything but plain.

Moments later, she heard footsteps crunching on gravel getting closer. “I think that's them,” she murmured, glancing upwards.

“Alright let us get out and greet our guests,” Zilpha replied, her tone shifting to one of authority.

Stepping out of the vardo Zina stood next to Johnny Dogs, her heart racing as she saw the men walking toward them. She turned around and looked at Zilpha who had already gotten out and was waiting for them. All the men walked up but only three were at the front. She looked at the man on the left, she felt a strange familiarity wash over her.

Clearing his throat the gentleman on the left spoke “Will he do?” He asked raising his arm to showcase the man in the middle.

Zina held her breath and looked up at Zilpha. A moment of uncertainty hung in the air.

“He’ll do.” She replied a smile hanging on her face. All the men grumbled in excitement. “Zina go fetch her, it’s time for her to get married.”

“Yes ma’am,” Zina replied, a smile washing over her face. As she looked at the man once more she thought- thank goodness he wasn’t plain.

Zina walked towards the vardo that Esme had been waiting in. “Esme, it’s time. They’re here.”

“Oh god he’s not horrid is he?” She whispered, a mix of concern lacing her voice.

“No, he’s not. But Esme I wanted to tell you that I am so happy for you, I know that the circumstances aren’t perfect but I know you will make the most out of this. I am so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“Oh Zina, you’re gonna make me cry.” Esme sniffled. “Thank you for being a sister to me and guiding me through life although I know I often did not listen.”

Zina shook her head softly.“Don’t you talk about that. Today is the start of a new life.”

“T'aves baxtalo sora,” Zina whispered. Her heart full. “Let’s go get you married.”

Zina and Esme began walking towards the altar, their arms entwined. They noticed the crowd of men gathered before them. Zina guided Esme up to her spot, watching as she knelt gracefully. Zina moved towards the crowd, positioning herself to face Esme’s back. The Shelby man started to walk forward placing himself right next to Esme.

Johnny Dogs began the ceremony “We’re here today to join in matrimony this man, and this woman. So they can live a life with truth, and harmony, and togetherness.” A moment of silence enveloped them. Esme lifted her veil, her eyes meeting those of the Shelby man. Zina noticed the tender smiles shared with each other.

As the ceremony progressed Johnny Dogs spoke.“This is sanctioned and honored by the presence and the power of these two families around us. Do you, John Micheal Shelby, take Esme Martha Lee to be your beautiful young wife? To hath, to hold in sickness and in health until death do you part?”

“I do.” John looked at Esme, a grin lighting up his face”

Johnny Dogs continued. “Do you, Esme Martha Lee, take John Micheal Shelby to be your husband? To hath, to hold in sickness and in health until death you part?”

“Yes, I do” Esme responded.

“There remains one more part of the ceremony. It’s the mingling of the two bloods,” Johnny Dogs began to slice each of their hands open. “So the two families become one family,” John and Esme looked at each other and held hands tightly. “I now pronounce you man and wife!”

Zina smiled as the rest of the family began cheering and clapping for the newlyweds. She reflected on how darling they looked and how happy she felt for them as they kissed each other.

As the party continued, the men and women from both families danced and drank, laughing and enjoying the wedding celebrations. As the night continued Zina poured the vermouth she made earlier when a woman from the Shelby clan approached her.

“ Names Polly Gray, dear. Mind serving me some of that drink you’ve got there?”

“Happy to Ms.Gray. I’m Zina, Esme’s cousin.” Zina replied with a smile on her face while handing the older woman the drink. “Vermouth-let me know what you think.”

Polly smiled, taking a sip of the beverage. “Gosh honey this is quality! You make this yourself?”

“I did, yes. This is the freshest batch; I filtered it this morning.”

“Well, girl, keep making it. Also, there's no need to call me Ms.Gray; we’re family now, so call me Polly.” She said, returning Zina’s smile.

“Well then, Polly how about we get out there and celebrate this wedding,” Zina suggested.

As Zina and Polly danced among the families, John and Esme decided to join everyone. “Esme, you havin' fun?” Zina asked.

“ I am,” Esme exclaimed “How bout yourself?”

“I’m havin' a blast but right now I need to hit the washroom”

“Okay don’t take too long!” Esme called out Zina was walking away.

When Zina emerged from the bathroom, she found herself face-to-face with one of the Shelby men from earlier. He looked at her with a bewildered expression.

“Are you related to Atticus Lee by any chance? Because you fuckin look just like him.”

Zina was taken aback that this man knew her brother's name, or even what he looked like. She stared at him, wary. “Why are you asking? Who are you?”

“I’m Arthur Shelby, John’s brother. I only ask cause Atticus and I sometimes saw each other in the city. So tell me are you his sister?”

“ I am.”

“Nice to meet you then…” Arthur trailed off waiting for Zina to respond.

“Zina Lee. I’m Esme’s cousin. And now I’m leaving.” she said while walking away from the awkward encounter.

“Nice! Guess we’re family now. I’ll see you round!” Arthur yelled back, chuckling.

Zina hurried back to her vermouth booth, trying to shake off the anxious feeling she experienced when her brother was mentioned. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the man standing in front of her booth, leading her to bump right into his back.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn't see you there,” Zina said, her expression apologetic. She glanced up to find his eyes already trained up on her.

“S’ okay, you runnin' this booth?” he asked in a nonchalant tone, skepticism evident on his face.

“Yeah, you lookin’ for a drink…?” A familiar feeling washed over her as she looked at his features.

“I’m always looking for a drink. What you got?”

“Vermouth, that’s what I got. Are you, Thomas?”

“Yep. John’s older brother and how are you related to the Lees?”

“I’m a Lee myself, Zina Lee, to be exact.” She extended her hand to shake Thomas’. “So you’re the one who helped set this up.”

“Yes.” He said while he shook her hand. The look of disbelief never left his face. He took a sip of his drink. Zina watched him, eager to see how he felt about it.

“Not bad Zina, you make this yourself?” He asked

“I do.”

“How?” He asked.

“Well I won’t reveal all of my secrets but I make wine, add herbs, spices, alcohol, sweetener, and filter it. It pairs well with whiskey. Zina smiled, proud of her creation.

“You sellin’ this?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Thomas questioned.“You’d make some good money selling this.”

“I only do it for fun.”

“Nobody does anything for fun these days.” Thomas told her.

“Hmm, maybe in your world.” Zina chuckled, wondering where she recognized him from.

"Well, if you ever want to do something for more than just fun, come visit your new family members in Birmingham," he said, walking away from her, leaving her curious.

Dictionary-

T'aves baxtalo- I wish you luck

Sora- sister

Vardo- A romani wagon

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Razors and Vermouth

Chapter One

Thomas Shelby x OC

Warnings- canon level violence, swearing.

Birmingham, England 1913

Atticus walks into his family home looking for his younger sister. “Hey sunflower, How’s my birthday girl doing?” Atticus asks, a playful smile creeping onto his face.

She spins around with a smile on her face, “I’m doing good, mum left a bijandipe lunch ready for me this morning.

Atticus grins, clearing his throat before announcing, “Since today is your 18th birthday I’m taking you into the city to see the stables, what do you think about that?”

She looks up at him, her smile growing even more as she asks “Are you serious? Naisarav tuke, me kamav tut! Let me go get ready!”

“Okay,” Atticus replies, laughter in his voice as she runs towards her bedroom. “But hurry up. We want to have enough time so we can leave by dusk.”

As they start driving to the stables there's a flicker of nervousness crossing Atticus’ face. I hope everything goes well he thinks. His sister hops in the car, enthusiastic and ready to go.

“Ok let’s hit the road!” She says her voice filled with anticipation.

As they approach the city Atticus looks tense. He starts driving into an empty alleyway. “Why are we leaving the car here?”

“Well khamesqi dud,” He explains, scanning his surroundings, “ I thought this might be easier to come back to. I’m not sure how busy the stables will be today,” he tells her while sweeping the streets.

While entering the stables the look on his sister’s face grows brighter and brighter, “ I’m so excited We have to go see Cian first!” She declares. As soon as the words come out of her mouth she speeds to the stable.

The day flies by as they groom Cian, giving him a bath, brushing his hair, and getting all of the gear cleaned and polished for the next race. Before they know it, dusk begins to settle softly around them.

Atticus opens his mouth to speak before she interrupts him, “I know we have to go now it’s okay.” She says, a knowing smile on her face.

“Okay smart mouth, I get it you can see into the future.” He teases.

She pouts, “I’m not like mum. She’s the real seer.”

The two walk back to the buggie in comfortable silence, with only the sounds of drunk men laughing at the bars nearby. Just as Atticus turns the corner, five men emerge out of the shadows.

Atticus instinctively grabs his sister and pulls her behind him. “Gentlemen, how may I be of service?”

One man smoking a cigarette, steps forward, “ You Atticus?” he inquires.

*Italians*

“Depends. Who’s asking for me?” Atticus replies his tone hardening.

“Word is you and your gypsy friend were messing with some of our products. We don’t take kindly when people mess with our stuff.”

Atticus glances at his sister, his stomach clenching. “Listen gentlemen I don’t want any problems, I’m here with my sister. We just want to leave.”

The tension in the atmosphere is thick. Atticus realizes he’s gotta keep his cool for his sister’s safety.

“That's too bad.” The man says. “ Somebodys gotta pay, one way or another.” As soon as he finishes he throws his cigarette on the floor. “Grab her!” He yells. His goons reach for Atticus’ sister.

As they go to seize, her she kicks one of them in the stomach.

“Ow! You little bitch you’re gonna pay!” He grabs her hair pulling her back.

She yelps in pain. Tears started to form in her eyes. As soon as Atticus sees this happening he lunges forward hands clenched in the shape of fists.

“Hey get off of her!” Atticus yells. He punches the man and throws him on the floor. Once the rest of the goons realize what’s happening they pull out their knives threatening Atticus. “You better watch it you gypsy, or we’ll hurt your pretty little sister.”

Once Atticus hears he’s distracted, the man gets up, slamming his fist on Atticus’ face and knocking him down.

“Phral!” she yells. The man's goons grab Atticus by his collar pulling him up to his knees, they punch him again and again, his face bleeding everywhere. There’s tears in her eyes.

“Get her up!” He yells, the goons holding her drag her closer. The main man opens his switchblade slicing her neck. “Tell your people to not mess with our products. We hear about this being done one more time and you will all end up like this.” As soon as he finishes he stabs Atticus.

“NO!” she yells, bawling her eyes out.

The men push her on the ground. As they start walking away, chuckling she yells out. “Tu ćhavo e kurvaqo, tu ka poćines!” She starts crawling toward her brother whose face has become pale. She holds his body in her arms crying, rocking back and forth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she whispers. She starts to hear sirens approaching. As she turns headlights flash her face making her close her eyes, once her eyes are closed she sees a vision of bright blue eyes that she has never seen before.

Dictionary-

Bijandipe- Birthday

Naisarav tuke, me kamav tut- thank you, I love you

Khamesqi dud- sunshine

Phral- brother

Tu ćhavo e kurvaqo, tu ka poćines- you son of a bitch, you will pay.

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Razors and Vermouth

“Nobody does anything for fun these days,” Thomas told her.

“Hmm maybe in your world.” She chuckled at him, wondering where she recognized him from.

“Well if you ever want to do something for more than just fun, come visit your new family members in Birmingham.” He said, walking away from her. Leaving her curious.

Summary

Zina Lee a 25 year old who’s been navigating the public alone for six years finds herself pulled into a world that she had avoided for so long. When her cousin Esme is married off to John Shelby she meets his brother Thomas. This encounter sparks up conversations about her talents. When their conversation doesn’t go the way Thomas thought it would, he’s left intrigued. Meanwhile Zina is stuck wondering where she’d seen his eyes before.

Pairing- Thomas Shelby x OC character

Warnings- canon level violence, cursing, undecided smut.

On-going fanfic