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you can let go

‘you know he’s only hanging on for you,’ that’s what the night nurse said. my voice and heart were breaking as i crawled up in his bed

inspired by this song

tommys dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words

“He’s all but gone now, miss Shelby.” The gentle woman says, her heart breaking for both the man laying on the bed - wasting away to little but bones and flesh with a faintly beating heart. He is merely a fraction of the man the country once knew, standing tall in a pristine suit in the houses of parliament speaking for his people. Nothing at all left of the man who’s family once owned the streets of Small Heath, then Birmingham entirely.

Not the devil, just a man.

He has cut, killed, murdered, butchered, maimed and mauled for the majority of his life and now here he is, ravaged by the tumour of tuberculosis in his brain, stretching and reaching into the grey matter of his once brilliant mind.

But not only that, not only is he laying there reduced to the frail outline of the man he was. No that’s not the saddest part for his night nurse. The saddest part?

Only one person hangs by his bedside, sits by him to wipe the sweat from his brow and make sure his heart still beats with a palm over his sunken chest.

Only you.

Only his little sister, the one who has clung to him like a lifeline most of her life. Relying on him, relying on his blood bound duty to love, keep and protect her. You’ve never know a life without Tommy. The war was different, he was gone but yet he was still ever present - he was still there.

Now he will no longer be here.

It has instead been your duty to be his keeper. Blood was never the reason he protected you the way he did. Blood was never a duty to you for Thomas. The love he held for you was his duty. He had the upmost adoration for you.

Nor were you bound to him by merely blood, but by the fact he was your Tommy. He raised you, he loved you, he gave you a life. He let you sail to France to become a nurse, only for him to end up with an illness you couldn’t cure. You had poured over books and articles in every language you could find, reading old dirt stained Romani written potions to cure the ailment he is dying from only to find nothing. Nothing that works, nothing that’ll help. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

All you find is nothingness.

Nothingness, like where Tommy is fading to.

It’s poetically heartbreaking, the little Brummie nurse who Tommy ensured would have the world at her feet and insisted would cure every illness known to man and more, cannot find a cure for the one thing that is tearing away everything.

Tearing away Tommy.

You don’t want to hear her words, but they are forced upon you nonetheless. You know he’s all but gone, you’ve seen it a million times before. It’s more of a shock to you he isn’t fully gone already. How he has hung on this long with such a tumour is utterly beyond your wildest reasoning.

“He’s hanging on.” You mumble, more to yourself than to her as she stands with a sad frown. The gentle, sad sigh form the night nurse is one you know all too well - you’ve let it escape with patients and family alike so many times yourself.

It’s a sigh that says barely. A sigh that says not really. A sigh that sounds so much like a pronunciation of death.

“You know he’s only hanging on for you.” She says, resting a hand on your shoulder.

But could love ever be that strong? Strong enough to keep him going? Are you keeping him hear, withering in pain?

Your brain rattled around with thoughts, sending shockwaves of electric busts of pain through your entire being, beginning and ending with your heart. Maybe that’s why they say love comes from the heart. You never understood it.

Maybe now you understand it, just like he said.

“Maybe one day you’ll understand it,” Tommy said lowly, his voice a soft caressing of the love he had just proclaimed to you, sat on his lap in your night clothes as he brushed over your hair with his calloused hands. “But I know you love me, Tom.” You replied, head a little tilted with that childish innocence in your little quirked eyebrow. “I know you do,” he hums in response, “I know you know i love you, but do you know i love you with allll of my heart?” He coos. You scrunch up your nose a little.

“No you don’t, Tommy.” You state, very matter of factly for someone who’s no more than six and a half years old. Tommy frowns. “Yes, I do.” He retorts, but you shake your little head again, looking him straight in the eye. “No you don’t, ‘cause love isn’t made in your heart,” your tiny little hand pats his chest, then both move up to either side of his head. “Love’s made in here, in your brain, Tom. The heart just pumps the blood round, ‘s why it beats you know.”

Tommy curses you for being so smart and wonders where you got it from, because surely it cannot be from anyone in this god forsaken family of his. He knows it’s true, you’re exactly right. The heart beats. However, Tommy also knows that in the dusted out, cobwebbed confines of his hollowed out chest, that battered old organ he calls a heart beats only for you. So in a twisted way, he loved you with all of his heart too, because it pumps blood around his body only for you, to keep himself going only for you.

Just like it does now.

“Suppose you’re right, my clever girl,” he rescinds, “But then i love you with all my brain and all my heart.” He teases, bopping your nose to hear that giggle again. “But Tom-”

“Someday you’ll get it, baby, some day.”

In a sad and maybe twisted way he really hoped you never would get it. Because it’s not as fun as they say it was. It’s selfish and awful but he always hoped you would never have to love someone that much, because when you love someone that much, the pain you are susceptible to is agonising.

Their hurt is your hurt. Whenever you fell, he hurt. Whenever you cried, his heart bled and whenever your heart broke, his stopped entirely, his ceased to beat, frozen in his chest like a shattered glacier. Thomas never wanted you to hurt that much for someone.

He never could have imagined the only person you would ever love that much would be him. The only person who could hurt you that much is him. Because you love him with, despite the fact you don’t use the phrase, with all of your heart. You do, almost half as much as he loved you.

That’s why you understand it now, what they mean when they say to love with “all of your heart”. Because right now, your heart is in pain, actual physical pain and it’s purely because you love him that much. You love him too much to let him suffer, so now you have to show how much you love him by letting him go.

“I know,” you whimper to that poor night nurse who’s stood watching you get lost in your thoughts and your memories of your doting big brother. “Can we…could you-” You choke out, tears slipping down over your cheeks. “Of course. You can have all the time you need.” She closes the door softly behind her.

And you finally know the meaning of a broken heart as you climb up into bed with him.

“I’m so sorry, Tommy.” Your voice breaks with your heart, “You deserve to go, i’m so sorry i couldn’t let you go.” You curl up beside him, one hand on his slowly rising chest to feel the faint thud of his heart and the other stroking his head the way he used to do for you when you were sick. His lips part, open for the first time in days, dry and sticky and too white for how pink and plump they used to be. You have those lips too, and his pretty cerulean blues that steal hearts like Tommy always worried you would.

“I love you,” he wheezes out, his eyes barely open. Simply slits to show he’s there before they close again, voice raspy and pained, “With all of my brain,” he heaved for a breath, “and all of my heart.”

You sniffle loudly, choking on a sob in floods of tears. “I love you too Tommy, with all my heart and all my head.” You whimper weakly, the very first time you’ve ever told anyone you love them with all your heart. “But you can let go now, Tommy. You can let go. I think i’m ready to do it on my own now. It’s gonna be so scary, but you can let go.”

He never acknowledges the words in a physical way, but you know he heard you. You know he felt how much you meant it, because he lets out one last rattling breath and his heart does not beat beneath your hand again. You’ve known that gentle thump since you were merely a baby sleeping on his chest, a child resting there after a nightmare, a little girl with your palm on it to remind yourself he was here and alive after the war, as a teenager with your ear pressed again his chest in his tightest of hugs when you were riddled with fear or put in grave danger. This will be the first time in your life you haven’t felt it. And there is a hole where you vividly remember your own heart once being

And if nothing else, then that is one thing he - your lifeline, the brother who raised, your Tommy - taught you in your life.

Love may be made in the brain, but you will certainly always feel it in your heart.

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.⋆｡In the Blood｡⋆.

Alfie Solomons x plus size reader

The youngest Shelby sister was supposed to be the good one, the innocent one, but apparently she’s got some secrets of her own

Warnings: shelby!reader (unspecified as to whether she was adopted or not), nudity, protective Tommy, getting caught in the act (sex, sex is the act), mentions of unplanned pregnancies and castration WC: 1.3k

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Ada knew something was wrong with her little sister- she was skittish, hiding her eyes beneath caps and behind her hair, and most telling of all, she stopped coming to family meetings. The final straw came when the elder Shelby sister sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a cold cup of tea as Karl slept in a small bassinet by her chair. He had been a pain all night so Ada had resorted to staying up, gently rocking him with her foot.

Dawn was just starting to break when the front door opened. Ada was perfectly positioned at the kitchen table to see her little sister, who had just turned 21, walk into the house dressed in a coat that was far too big to be hers with her shoes in her hands. The grin on her face was wide and dazed- Ada knew that look well. She smiled and went back to her tea.

When Y/N finally did stumble down the stairs, 10 minutes past noon, Ada and Pol lay in wait. “Good morning princess.” She groaned in reply as she took the offered painkillers from her aunt. “Have a good night?” Ada teased.

“Was fine, just had some drinks with the girls.” Pol raised a dark eyebrow at her niece. 

“Oh really. And I suppose it was one of your ‘girls’ that gave you that bruise on your neck.” Y/N’s eyes widened comically and her hand flew to her throat in an attempt to hide where her skin was discoloured. But after a moment, she sagged into one of the kitchen chairs, knowing that she was caught.

“You won’t tell Tommy will you?”

Pol patted her hand lovingly. “Tommy won’t know until you’re ready to tell him but he will find out eventually. I think you’re old enough to have a couple secrets of your own.”

“It won’t be a secret for long if you get pregnant.” Ada murmured under her breath. Y/N’s head whipped around. Her eyes had that same dangerous gleam that Tommy’s got when he was planning something big.

“I actually know how to pull out Ada.” Pol choked on her tea, giving a very undignified snort that made her youngest niece beam. 

Ada rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Accidents happen.” Y/N’s smile grew wider, her eyes scrunching with its size.

“Speaking of, where is your little accident?” Her chair clattered to the floor as Ada shot up and dashed to her little sister. Anticipating this, Y/N darted away at the last second. She bounced on her toes like she was contemplating some big decision and, flipped off her sister. 

——————

One of the few freedoms that Y/N was given in her adulthood was her own apartment, though until recently, she had not spent much time there, favouring the family home on Watery Lane. But whenever she was at her own place, there was the tiny little condition that her siblings and her aunt each had their own key, for emergencies as John and Arthur claimed. Yet they respected their sister enough not to make use of these keys, until today that is.

Tommy shuffled up to the front door, hat low on his head as the freezing rain pelted him. It had been a stupid idea, a walk to calm the storm in his mind as black clouds descended over Birmingham. So he found himself here, at the door of his youngest and arguably favourite sister. 

He jammed his finger into the doorbell, distantly hearing it ring from the partially open window above him. Yet, there was no movement inside. Tommy sighed and glanced over his shoulder, it was at least another hour to walk back to the Garrison, there was no way he was going home to face Pol without at least one drink. The cold metal of his keys stung his palm as he fished them from his pocket; Y/N wouldn’t mind the intrusion, in fact she’d probably feed him before sending him on his way.

His cheeks burned with the change in temperature as he stepped into the hallway. A heavy thump and then a loud groan of pain came from somewhere above his head. “Y/N?” He called out, but received no reply. 

Tommy didn’t even bother to hang up his coat, taking the stairs two at a time he reached the landing in no time and with no hesitation, he threw open the front door, hand on the butt of his gun, fully prepared to deal with whatever situation his little sister had been thrust into.

But maybe not this.

His sweet baby sister was kneeling on the floor, stark naked, her back facing him (thankfully) with an equally naked man laying between her legs, hands on her hips and an obviously broken couch behind them.

“Tommy!” She yelped, her arms darting up to cover her chest as he instinctively spun around and faced the wall. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s raining. Who’s the man?” A deep chuckle soaked into the wallpaper, its familiarity almost mocking the gangster as his mood turned even more sour than it had been only minutes before. A soft slap followed, then the man’s heavy footsteps vanished into the bedroom.

“No one Tommy, just a boyfriend. You can turn around.” A greatly oversized men’s shirt concealed her body, the horrified expression on her face almost tugged at his heart strings, almost.

Tommy glared at her. “A boyfriend?” His words came out as more of a growl, his anger mounting. It was one thing for Y/N to have picked up a boy from the Garrison or at the market, as much as he hated the thought of anyone even looking at her, but to have hidden a boyfriend from the family? From him? 

She fought back the urge to roll her eyes at her older brother. “Yes. A boyfriend. You know, like most girls my age have.” 

“Not without my permission.” Her gaze hardened.

“I’m a grown woman Thomas.”

“Not when you keep secrets from me.” 

“Now that’s rich coming from you.” She scoffed. Tommy’s eye twitched. “I think more than half of the things you have said to me my entire life have been you lying to keep some secret or another. Why am I not allowed to have some of my own?” Her arms crossed over her chest, unwavering in her determination.

Tommy reached for his cigarettes but thought better of it. “That was business.”

Y/N opened her mouth to undoubtedly hit back at him with something clever that he would blame Polly for but before even a single sound had passed her lips, another voice rumbled through the small apartment, making his blood freeze. 

“Well it’s a damn good thing this was a business meetin, wasn’t it darling?” And suddenly, in his little sister’s living room, wearing only trousers and with a cigarette hanging from his lips, was Alfie Solomons. 

Tommy’s head whipped over to Y/N who now had her head in her hands. “Him?” Was all he could manage around the bubbling anger building in his throat. Alfie laughed and as if to add insult to the injury, wrapped a large arm around her waist, tugging her into his side. She refused to look at her brother, fixing her eyes firmly to the floor like she used to do when caught doing something she shouldn’t.

Alfie was practically beaming, gloating. “She’s done a very good job at keeping me secret from you. Even got me to hide in a fucking supply cubbord once.” A vein in Tommy’s head throbbed as he laid a palm over the butt of his gun.. “But ey, you must be proud, passing on those strong genes. She’ll be runnin circles around you in no time.”

“Alfie, I will fucking kill you.” She pleaded.

“It’s in the blood ain’t it? Can’t even imagine how sneaky our kids are gonna be considering our tendency to tell a little fib.”

“I’ll castrate you before that ever happens.” Tommy growled and finally pulled his gun clear of the holster but Alfie didn’t even flinch. In fact the man’s eyes sparkled with vindication.

“See, all in the blood.”

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"Everyone fucking needs me." Tommy snaps his head to where his daughter is on her knees, laughing hysterically. "Y/n?"

It takes her longer than she would've liked, but Y/n finally gets herself under control. She doesn't know who's the craziest Shelby amongst them. Her or her father. Because there is no doubt in her mind that they're both crazy.

"You think we need you?" She scoffs. "If, and that's a big if, we need you; it's only because you've put us in a situation that needs your kind of help. You're sick, twisted, mind fucking HELP!"

Tommy flinches at the last word. How can so much anger and hurt be held in one word, in one soul? "Y/n, love, I can-"

"Don't you dare say it." She spats, somehow these words are harsher than the ones before. "I don't want or need your help. I just want you gone."

Tommy wants to protect her, to prove her wrong about him; but he has to putall of his focus on the plan.

And his daughter is not a part of that plan.

Y/n is shocked when she's actually surprised her father turns his back to her and walks away. No matter how much she's tried to deny it, to buried it underneath all that hate. Hope still made its way to the top.

She must be the craziest Shelby after all.

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[tommyshebyisdaddy]

Finn Shelby and his girlfriend running away from small heath

“Come on Finn we have to be quick” Y/n whispered as she grabbed their suit cases from the bed the young couple had been planning to run away for a wile now. And now they would be able to live their life in peace.

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I'm back for more, darl! What would you do with the title, "The Devil's Gift"?

Aunt Polly always called you gifted, not just for your sharp mind but for almost spookily accurate intuition. It was like you had another sense that told you what was the right decision in many cases and as you grew older this became handy more and more often, in business as well. Until Tommy returned and took over.

For a while, you weren't allowed to go near the family work, with your brothers being more overprotective than ever. Then Tommy called you in a meeting with a Jew...

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I don’t know to say talk about people even if people or adults this will still harm communities who are in them please be safe.

Please I seen things on the internet where i worry for people people are hateful and all kinds of work. I’m slow at point we’re I don’t care what other people think of me.

These bill and law all can hurt us.

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Chapter 2.1

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Warnings- Usual PB violence, swearing, allusion to SA at the very end

2 years later

All of us were gathered around Freddie's casket. Tommy stepped forward. "I promised my friend, Freddie Thorne, that I would say a few words over his grave if he should pass before me. I made this promise before he became my brother-in-law, when we were in France, fighting for the king. And in the end, it wasn't war that took Freddie. Pestilence took him. But Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit to a new generation before he was cruelly taken." The service ended right after that.

I took a little walk with Thomas and Ada. 

"We thought now that Freddie's gone, you might come back to Birmingham."

"We really miss you, Ada."

"God, do you know how funny it is that Tommy's got chauffeurs in uniform now?"

"It's just for the occasion."

"Do you know how unfair it is that you have 4 Bugattis when half the country's starving?"

"So now they've made you ashamed of us, eh?" We stopped walking.

"Sometimes when I think about how I used to be, it makes me embarrassed." Tommy and I glanced at each other. 

Polly walked up to us with a smile. 

"Karl is with his cousins. I caught them trying to pinch flowers off a grave. Ada, are you coming home?" 

"I'm going home."

"We make her embarrassed," I mumbled. 

I looked at Ada who rolled her eyes. 

"That's not what I said."

"There's another reason we want you home. We're planning an expansion. I'm taking premises in London."

"Tommy, it's a funeral. Business can wait."

"Polly, if Ada was weeping, then I'd stop. But she's not. The expansion means it's gonna be dangerous to be a Shelby in London for a while."

"Yeah. Well, I'm not a Shelby anymore. And I'm not a Thorne now either. I'm free. I've got to get Karl home." She walked away. 

She left the 3 of us standing there. Polly turned to look at Tommy. 

"I told you to let me do it."

"It's alright. I'll have some men watch her house till the danger passes." We watched a man on a motorbike ride up to Arthur. 

He quickly whispered something to Arthur. Arthur waved Tommy over as he started walking toward us. Aunt Polly leaned over to me. 

"Till danger passes."

"That'll be the bloody day." She nodded as we walked towards the crowd. 

Tommy, Aunt Polly, a few of our men, and I went to the Garrison. Someone had blown it up. We walked underneath the chains to get a better look. A copper was already there waiting for us. "It happened at exactly 7:00 a.m. Nobody saw anything. Our patrols were not in the area. Mr. Shelby, you got any idea who might have done it? I'd say it was something to do with the gas." 

We both know that's not true. We knew exactly who did it and why. He handed money to the copper. "Just been fitted." Aunt Polly walked inside. "Madam, the structure hasn't been declared safe. Madam," he yelled after her. 

She bent over to pick something up off the ground. ​​"This is all over the place." She handed some to Tommy. It was green confetti. What the hell? Tommy nodded to the copper.

"You can go."

"Right." He walked away. 

We stood there looking at the building. "Who? Who did this to us," Aunt Polly asked. Tommy and I went to a pub to find the people who did this. "Whiskey, Irish. None for her." He flopped his hat down on the counter. The bartender poured him the drink. Tommy put the money on the counter only for it to be pushed back to him. 

"Heard there was a bit of a bang in your part of town."

"Gas and electric don't mix. Who would've thought they would, eh?"

"How's business otherwise, Mr. Shelby?"

"You know something? In these times of hunger and hardship, business is surprisingly good." He turned to lean against the counter. 

He took a swig of his drink. A little boy walked down the old wooden steps. His heavy footsteps echoed through the small building. "Which one is the Peaky Blinder devils?" Tommy downed his drink to follow after the little boy. I was right behind him. We followed the little boy through backyards and alleyways. 

We had no idea where he was taking us. We walked inside a warehouse with one pig hanging up on a metal hook. It was naked and gutted. 2 men grabbed us from behind. They stripped us of our hats, guns, and coats. They put bags over our heads before pulling us along. They sat us down on wooden chairs before taking the bags off. 

We were sitting in a tiny room. A man and a woman sat across from us. There was an old table separating us. There was barely any light in the room. The only light was from the spaces between the boarded-up windows. 

"Thomas and Anna Shelby."

"You blew up our pub."

"Anger defeats fear. Good."

"You blew up my pub." 

"Tommy has a reputation to uphold," she looked over at her partner.

Her partner looked Tommy up and down. He finally spoke. 

"A reputation for not being scared of anything."

"In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with," she seemed to almost laugh.

Tommy glanced at me then back to them. "So tell me, which brand of rebel are you...eh? I read somewhere that you Paddies started fighting amongst yourselves now. The king offers you a peace treaty and you start a war about it. That's funny, don't you think? A war about peace." It went silent as the 4 of us stared at each other. 

"So are you for the treaty or against the treaty? Forgive me, I get confused," he leaned back in his chair. Her partner slowly reached for the gun. He got up from his chair, dragging the gun on the table as he walked over to me. The lady crossed her arms over her chest.

"You are one decision away from your deaths, Mr. Shelby." 

"So stop fucking smiling," her partner snapped.

I cleared my throat as I shifted in my seat. "Your name is Irene O'Donnell. You have a son at the Cherry Wood Road School in Harborne. He has irons on his legs. His name is Sean. He comes last in every race...poor boy. Poor boy, race is important. If you know what I mean, Irene." The gun was cocked and held to the side of my head. 

It was cold on my temple. Her partner didn't seem too smart. "Oh, she speaks. There are other ways of carrying out this mission. Please allow me to put the bullet in the scum tinker's head." Irene watched as she waited for my reaction. She wasn't getting one out of me. 

She still stared at me. 

"No. They research their enemies. That's why they've been chosen."

"We are chosen," Tommy asked. 

I looked at her partner. "I'm chosen."

"Can the chosen one smoke," Tommy asked again. 

The gun was taken from my head. Tommy reached in his pocket for his cigarettes. 

"A vacancy has appeared and you are going to fill it."

"Chosen by whom?"

"An informed consensus."

"We have things to do. So perhaps you could tell the chosen ones what we've been chosen for."

"From now on, you shut your fucking Gypsy mouthes and listen to your instructions." We were ushered out of the room. 

Our jackets and guns were hanging on the hooks next to the naked pig. We didn't say anything to each other as we got dressed. "Fuck," Tommy yelled as he knocked over some boxes. I stood aside as I watched him. Why can't anything just be normal? He wiped his mouth with his hand before putting on his coat and hat. 

I went home as Tommy went to his office. I guess the look on my face told Aunt Polly that I didn't want to talk about what happened. She could hear it from Tommy. We had a family meeting soon anyway. We sat around waiting for Tommy to get here. Finn was pacing back and forth. "Sit down, Finn," Arthur snapped. 

Finn finally sat down next to me. John looked at Aunt Polly who was staring out of the window. 

"Where the bloody hell is Tommy?"

"He is on his way."

"Alright then, while we're waiting patiently...Whiskey. Left over from the explosion. Good stuff." He put a crate on top of the table. 

He started pouring us all glasses. After the day I've had, I wasn't going to say no. John cleared his throat. 

"Right, before Tommy gets here, I think there are a few things we need to get straight between the rest of us."

"You think?"

"Yes, Anna. I want to know...when did we take a vote on this expansion south?" He waited for an answer. 

Aunt Polly turned around, walking closer to the table. 

"You have anything to say, you wait for Thomas."

"Polly's fucking right," Arthur agreed. 

"I see all the books. Legal and off-track. So stuff you don't see-"

"I see the books too, John-"

"And in the past year, the Shelby Company Limited has been making 150 pounds a day. Right? A fucking day! Sometimes more. So what I wanna know is why are we changing things? Polly, look what's happened already. Haven't even set foot in London yet, they've already blown up our fucking pub."

"Who said anything about Cockneys," Arthur asked. 

"Who else," Esme asked. 

"Do you know who did it," I asked as I turned to look at her. 

"No, she doesn't know who did it," John interjected. 

"I'm told only family is allowed to speak." She looked back down at her book. 

Tommy walked into the room. No one saw him until he spoke. "Everyone is allowed to speak. On your feet, Esme. Let's hear what you have to say." John cleared his throat. He stood up a little straighter as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. 

"I speak for your household. So could-"

"John, this company is a modern enterprise and believes in equal rights for women. On your feet, Esme." Esme looked at John as she put her book aside. 

She slowly stood up. 

"I'm not a blood member of this family. But perhaps indeed because I'm not a member, I could see things in a different light. So I'll get to my point."

"That would be nice."

"Aunt Pol," I whispered as I gently nudged her. 

She shrugged as she lit her cigarette. "As my husband said, Shelby Company Limited has become very successful. But London...I have kin and Shepherd's Bush and Portobello. It's more like wars between armies down there. And the coppers fight side-by-side with them. And there are foreigners of every description. And the use of bombs is the least of it. I have a child. Blessed with the Shelby family's good looks. I want John to see him grow up. I want us to someday live somewhere with fresh air and trees. And keep chickens or something. But London is just smoke and trouble, Thomas. That's all I have to say," She sat back down. 

Arthur stared straight ahead. "That was a lot of words. A lot of words. Wash them down with a nice drink." He handed Tommy a glass of Whiskey. "Thank you, Esme." Tommy finished his drink. 

He lit his cigarette. 

"Firstly the bag in the pub had nothing to do with London, understood? The bang is something I'm dealing with on me own. Secondly, we have nothing to fear from the proposed business expansion as long as we stick together. After the first few weeks, nine-tenths of what we do in London will be legal. The other tenth is in good hands. Isn't that right, Arthur?"

"That's right."

"Some of you in this room have expressed your reservations. Fair enough. Any of you who want no part in the future of this company, walk out the door. Right now. Go raise your chickens. For those of you with ambition, the expansion process starts tomorrow." Tommy walked out of the room. 

The next morning, I was invited to go on a holiday with the boys. Arthur and I waited outside of John's house for Tommy to get the car and for John to come outside. I called up to his window. 

"Tommy's here."

"Alright, hold on." Tommy got out and stood next to the car. 

"John," Tommy yelled this time. "I'm coming!" John's voice sounded louder this time. 

Arthur took a swig out of the bottle he was holding. Tommy looked over wondering what it was. "Seven o'clock, twelve, ten if I'm still sober. I got it from the doctor." He handed it to Tommy. "It keeps me nice and calm." Tommy smelled the brown liquid. 

He pointed it at Arthur.

"Same thing they gave us in the trenches, stop us fucking wanking."

"Polly said it's good for me temper. It slows me down. "

"Arthur, there are some things Polly doesn't understand." Tommy turned the bottle over to pour it out. 

"Tommy," I shouted. 

He shook the bottle to get the remaining drops out. "I need you fast, not slow." He tossed the bottle to the side. John finally came out of the house.  "She wouldn't let go of me fucking leg."

"I bet that's not all she wouldn't let go of," Arthur laughed. 

"You know she's against this, Tom. She's got opinions."

"Nothing wrong with opinions, John."

"Get in the fucking car."

"Shut up!" We all climbed in. 

I sat in the back with John as Arthur climbed in front. "Peaky Blinders are going on fucking holiday," Arthur shouted as he stood up. "Sit down, you mad bastard." John pulled him back into the leather seat. We drove until we hit the field. The boys got out to take a pee break. I got out of the car to stretch my legs. 

They were making jokes about raising chickens and living in the countryside. As we walked back to the car, Tommy ripped up a tarp from the very back seat. There was a body in the back.

"Who the hell is that?"

"It's Irish business. I thought it'd be best to deal with it meself."

"I was sitting that close to a random dead guy? I'm not helping." I hopped into the front of the car as they buried him. 

We finished our trip to London by night. We walked into a crowded club. It was full of drunks and druggies. The music hurt my ears. The people dancing around us were giving me a headache. John seemed to like the atmosphere. I did not. 

We found a table in the middle of the room to sit at. They brought out a bottle of booze. "Isn't this Sabini's club," I yelled over the music. Tommy nodded as the waiter put the bottle down. 

"Jesus Christ. Everybody in here is a fucking face."

"Just the lieutenants, John. No sign of the officers." 

"Let's line 'em up," John smirked as he lined up the glasses. 

He started to pour us all a drink. A different waiter walked over to our table. 

"There has been a mistake. I'm afraid you are going to have to leave."

"We just bought a fucking bottle," John shouted.

"A couple of the men know you from the tracks in the north."

"We get that a lot."

"They say you have no business coming south of the line without prior agreement."

"What line would that be, my friend?"

"They say, this is provocation."

"Right, well, you tell them we're on holiday," I smirked as I held up my drink.

I took a drink as did Tommy. "You're breaking the rules. They say you are the Peaky Blinders." A glass was thrown at our table. It shattered everywhere. "Peaky scum," someone shouted. Tommy immediately turned to that person. 

A giant fight broke out. We fought until a gun went off. The waiter was pointing a gun at us. "Get out," was all he said. We had no choice but to make our way outside. "We came here not to make enemies but to make new friends. Those of you who are last will be first. You know where to find us," Tommy announced on our way out. We took the bottle of booze with us. 

We walked back to the car. Arthur reached into his mouth. 

"I think I lost a fucking tooth. At this rate, I won't have any. Some fucking holiday this is."

"Yeah. You lost without your fucking medicine now, Arthur?"

"Here, this'll fix you."

"Give me that." He took the bottle of Whiskey from Tommy. 

Tommy pointed to John as we walked along. 

"You John-boy, eh? How are you? Or should I ask your fucking wife?"

"Give over!"

"No more talk of chicken, you hear me?"

"Fuck the chickens," Arthur slurred as John broke out into a fit of laughter.

Tommy walked a little further ahead of us. "Got 50 quid in my pocket. Let's go paint the town, eh?" That's exactly what we did. We didn't get back home until late morning. We were all exhausted and drunk. It was a miracle that we made it home in one piece. It was the most fun any of us had in a while. 

I sat with Tommy in his office late at night. He sighed as he looked up from his paperwork. 

"Polly is pissed at me."

"Why's that?"

"I poured out Arthur's medicine and this came in an hour ago." He handed me a slip of paper. 

'Let's break bread.' It didn't have a name but it came from Camden Town. I sighed as I put the paper down. "Do we go see Alfie?" He shrugged as he took a drag of his cigarette. After he finished his drink, we made our way out to the garage. We didn't feel like walking home in the rain tonight. 

I flinched at the sudden cold raindrops. Luckily, we didn't have to walk far. I sighed in relief when we made it under. I put my hand on the cold door handle. The back door creaked open. A man with a gun pointed at me stepped out. I held up my hands as I backed up. 

Another man came out, then another. We tried everything to keep them off of us. They just kept coming. Tommy and I were both on the ground in seconds. They were punching and hitting us as if we were trash. I had no idea how many men there were now. I didn't even care at this point. 

I knew one or both of us were going to die. I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I lay on the wet ground. They were still working on Tommy. I wished I was unconscious. I was surprised I already wasn't. The pain was too much. "Get her over here," one of them screamed. 

They pulled me away from Tommy as I screamed. I couldn't move. Fire ripped through my body every time I did. I couldn't fight them anymore. I got a glimpse of Tommy. It was almost too dark in the garage to see. He was lifelessly laying there.

I was barely above the surface as they pulled me up. The last thing I felt before everything went dark were hands on the buttons of my pants. 

[beautifulmadnesss]

"Fool For You" Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!Reader

Summary: The youngest of the Shelby family has a secret relationship with Isaiah, which isn't as exciting as it once was now that she feels like his dirty little secret.

I had nearly fallen asleep when I felt him lift my head off his chest and place it on to the pillow. My eyes stayed closed while I heard him shift slowly out of the bed. When I heard his belt scraping on the floor, I peeked over at him, trying to ignore the twisting of my heart or the hot shame creeping up on my cheeks as he put his clothes back on and quietly disappeared from my room without a second glance.

Once the door shut behind him I fell back against the pillow and as hard as I tried, I couldn't fight back the tears. I didn't want to cry over a guy, but I thought Isaiah and I were more than that. We had been sneaking around for nearly six months. It used to be late night dates with whispers and giggles, but somewhere along the line the dates stopped and we skipped right to the sex. Now, he barely even stays after and he doesn't even say goodbye.

I rolled over to the side where Isaiah just left, it was still warm and smelled like him. As my tears fell against the sheets, I inhaled the scent of whisky and tobacco with a hint of mint. I hated him and yet I wanted nothing more than for him to walk back through my door.

When the next morning came, Esme was already up and had breakfast ready for the kids who were running around outside while John slept in. Finn wasn't downstairs either, so I assumed he was sleeping or hadn't come home.

"Rough night?" She asked, pouring a cup of coffee and setting it at the seat nearest to where she was working on the stove.

"Why would you say that?" I asked, picking up the cup and blowing on it softly before taking a small sip.

"You look like you've been crying or drinking," she paused, "or both." She teased.

I sighed and bit my lip, even her mentioning it made me want to cry again and I hated it. Since when did a stupid boy have this much control over me.

"Oh, darling." She cooed, seeing right through the facade I was attempting to put up. Ignoring the food cooking on the stove, she sat in the chair next to me and pulled me into a hug.

I was still a child when Ada moved out, but I was always close to John and even more so when he met Esme, who was the woman I aspired to be. She was tough and not afraid to speak her mind, but fiercely protective and cared deeply for anyone she considered family. She and John offered to take in Finn and I to keep us both away from the constant fighting of our family and give Tommy and Grace some time to enjoy their married life.

"He's not awful." I said after a few moments, feeling the need to defend him for some reason. "That's why it sucks so much, he really seemed to care in the beginning. He was always sneaking me flowers and my favorite treats. We would talk for hours-"

"Oh I'm aware, I heard him quite a few times." She smiled knowingly, "though I could never catch him to find out the mystery boy who had stolen your heart."

"Does John-" She cut me off with a laugh and shake of her head.

"Good. Can we keep it that way?" I looked at her hopefully and she brought her hand to my cheek.

"Of course, if you tell me what happened while I finish breakfast. No arguing unless you want to risk John waking up and joining the conversation."

I huffed, but I would've told her anyways. "Well, we started to you know," I felt my cheeks flush and took another sip of my coffee before continuing. "It was wonderful at first, well not completely, but you know, anyways, I didn't think it would change anything, but then all of a sudden he stopped bringing me gifts or dinner. It was just sex and then he would sneak out right after. Last night, he wouldn't even look at me. He just left when he thought I was asleep. I really care for him, Esme, but lately I just feel like his whore." I whispered the last word, feeling humiliated.

"Have you talked to him about this? Told him how awful he is being and if he continues you will cut him." I laughed, brushing away the tears, but shook my head.

"I can't really talk to him outside of my room." I said carefully, hoping she wouldn't guess it was Isaiah I was talking about.

"Because it's someone we know, or more specifically your brothers know?" She pressed, but I was thankfully saved by John bursting into the kitchen and in one swoop taking my coffee and planting a kiss on Esme.

"Oi! Get your own coffee!" I complained, reaching out to hit him, but he swiftly moved to the other side of Esme, took a sip and promptly spit it back into the cup before handing it back to me.

"Esme!" I pleaded, but had barely gotten out her name before she smacked him upside the head.

"I thought you're supposed to be my wife, there by my side through anything?"

"Go get your children and tell them breakfast is ready." She said, pulling another cup off the shelf and then shoving him toward the door. As soon as he passed through the door frame, she took my cup and poured the contents into the empty cup before placing it at Johns seat and pouring me a fresh cup of coffee with a wink. I laughed and happily took a sip of the warm coffee, waiting patiently for John to come back and get a taste of his own spit.

Later that evening I was sat in the same chair while Esme carefully curled my hair with the hot tongs from the stove. "We are going to make sure that boy regrets ever leaving your bed." She said confidently.

I picked at the edge of my dress and wished I felt half as confident as Esme. "I really love him, Es. I love him and he broke my heart. I feel so humiliated."

"Well, tonight you aren't to think of him even for a moment. Tonight, you are going to dance and enjoy yourself. Then, we will find a time when you're brothers aren't around that you can tell him off." She carefully pinned the last curl in place before coming around to inspect her work. "You are absolutely beautiful and the most wonderful girl anyone could ask for. He is a right fool for not seeing that."

I was trying to do as Esme said, but that was rather difficult when I saw him walking over to me in a fine cut suit that took my breath away. I turned away and was going to go find a corner to hide, but he caught my wrist before I could go too far.

"John told me to dance with you." He said in a soft voice.

"Glad you're doing as you're told. Wouldn't want you to be here for any other reason," I accused, angrily turning to face him only to find him looking nervously down at me.

"He told me to dance with you and stay by your side tonight because some boy broke your heart that he made you feel humiliated and he wanted to make sure that boy never went near you again. Said he's going to kill him and throw him in the Cut once he finds out who it is." His voice was tense and low, but his eyes never left my face. "

"John needs to mind his own damn business, I told Esme that. Why don't you just do what you're getting really great at and leave. Someone will notice if we sneak off, so you're going to have to wait until tonight." I pulled free of him, but froze when I heard him call out an apology. "Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" I accused, trying to keep my voice down so people around us wouldn't hear, but it was nearly impossible.

"Dance with me, one song and let me explain, then if you want, you can go tell your brothers it was me." He offered me his hand and being the lovesick girl I was, I took it and followed him to where everyone was dancing. He put his free hand on the small of my back and softly pushed me toward him. I squeezed my eyes shut to push away the butterflies that plagued me anytime we were close. He took a deep breath and started to move us to the beat of the song.

"Am I your whore?" I asked quietly before he could explain anything.

"I-what?" He sputtered, clearly not expecting that. "No, I-is that how you feel?" I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded. He let go of my hand and put his fingers under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. I was panicking, thinking of all the people around us that could see, mainly any of my brothers. "You are fiery and bold, sometimes even a little too tough, but what I love most about you is the parts of you that you let me see when it's just us. Your wit and your kindness. The dreams you have of living a quiet life with lots of kids like John and Esme. All your secret drawings that you never let anyone other than Esme see. You think that you aren't as valuable as your brothers because you can't fight or work numbers like Ada and Michael, but you don't see the way that you make everyone else feel at ease the moment you walk into a room. I cannot imagine anyone more perfect and I want you to have the life you dream of, but I know I can't give that to you. We have no money, anything I get is from the business. I was so selfish, trying to stop the feelings I have fore you, but stay with you at the same time. I am so sorry I hurt you or ever made you feel like anything less than you deserve."

I blinked. I don't know what I was expecting him to say, but it wasn't that. I had no idea what to say, no one had ever cared for me that much. So, instead of saying anything I grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss. Just a quick, soft kiss, but it said everything I wanted to say.

"Next time, don't be an idiot and just tell me." I teased, pulling back slightly.

"Yes, Miss. Shelby." He gave a mock bow before pulling me back into a dance with a wide grin.

I glanced over to where John was, praying he hadn't seen, only to find him next to Esme with matching smirks across their faces as they watched us.

"They set us up!" I cried indignantly.

"What?" He turned to follow my gaze and laughed as soon as he caught sight of John and Esme. "Does that mean, I get to do this whenever I want." He turned back to me and kissed me.

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[tootiredtobekind]

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

[tommyspeakycap]

Close Call

pairing - tommy shelby x sister!reader

word count - 2760

summary - the youngest shelby sister and subsequently Tommy Shelby's favourite person goes missing. He can't cope. based off of this request; ok, so we’ve seen how tommy reacts when he THINKS charlie and sister shelby have gone missing, but, what if they actually do?

He should’ve known. He should’ve been there. He should have protected you. It was his job and it had been his job from the moment he first held you in his arms. He vowed that no harm would ever come to you for as long as he lived.

He failed.

Tommy can barely hear the thumping of his footsteps up the stairs over the thundering of his heart against his chest. Grace is hyperventilating at the bottom of the steps with two maids standing next to her trying to coach her breathing. Tommy doesn’t have it in him to stay by her. He has to search for you and his boy. “(y/n)!” Tommy booms, veins in his neck popping, throat burning from the sheer volume of his scream for you, “Charlie!” He gets no response as he storms through rooms, each door in the huge house slamming open when he pushed through them with eyes rapidly scanning each empty bedroom in desperation. He wills you to be hiding in one of them. Then he hears it. A soft babble. He would know that sound anywhere. Tommy tears through the once empty room, shoving aside blankets and a duvet that had been stuffed under the bed. His sweet baby son. Charlie lies there blissfully unaware of what had gone on in the house. He was unaware of the sacrifice you had made for him. You took the time to hide him, to lie about his whereabouts. You gave yourself up so they wouldn’t even think to look for your nephew. Tommy scoops up his son, hugging him tightly close to his chest, kissing his hair and relishing the closeness he was able to have. There was a weight lifted, but only momentarily. You were still gone. “Take him,” Tommy says, trying to catch his breath, “Take him to his mother. Go, Arthur, Run!” He hands the small boy over and braces himself on the doorframe of the empty room for only a moment. His breath never does quite find him. He’s off at a run down the hall to your room before he has the chance to suck in more than a few panicked breaths, and when he does stumble into your room, there was no way he could catch a breath then. It’s your room. Your window is still slightly open the way you like it, the gramophone Tommy got you back when you shared a room with Finn and Ada in Watery Lane still sat proudly on the dresser by the walk in closet filled to the brim with expensive dresses Tommy had bought that you didn’t often wear for you preferred the old ones of Ada’s that your late mother had bought her when she was around your age and size. Your bed still lays unmade the way it was when you threw the duvet off you this morning. Your nightgown is still on the floor where you had haphazardly discarded it before you got dressed. Tommy can’t seem to see anymore, the room around him is spinning and he can’t make it stop. He finds himself bracing his body weight on the edge of your large bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he gasps for air. “You need to sit down, Thomas.” Polly instructs. Her words fall on deaf ears. Tommy will not sit down. How could he just sit down when his sisters life is on the line? “Fucking what?” He growls, turning around harshly. “My little sister- my fucking little sister and you want me to sit down?” Anyone could tell, Tommy was taking his fear and his anger out on the first person he could and it was likely that he would continue to do that to everyone around him until you were safe back with him and he had enacted violent revenge on those who had dared even considering bringing harm to you. Arthur shoots to his feet so he can body block his younger brother from storming towards his aunt. “Fighting won’t bring her home any quicker, Tommy.” Thomas turns around to the new voice in the room to see Ada speedily walking through the door with John thundering in behind her. Nothing quite brings this family together like you. ~~~~ You haven’t cried yet, but you really damn wish you could. Tommy had always allowed you to cry, he told you it was good to get all your pent up emotions out in a way like that which didn’t hurt anyone (except for him because your tears always broke his heart.) But right now you didn’t want to show any form of emotion or weakness that might bring you more pain than the battering you took when you tried to escape when they were tying you to the chair. The only thing you were trying to holding on to for some form of solace was that your brothers would always come

for you. Tommy had come after you every time. After every fight, after every day from hell, after the war. He came for you when you were in trouble. It didn’t matter if the danger was a dog you were scared to walk by, a puddle you couldn’t get over or if you were in harms way by an enemy that his choices and the lifestyle you had been unfortunately born into. Thomas Shelby knew his most important job was to keep his baby sister safe and you knew that you could always rely on him to come after you when you need him. You would, however, be a fool to say you weren’t scared. Tommy always comes, he’ll barge in all guns blazing with Arthur, John and Michael behind him, then you’ll get to go home and be with Polly and Ada. But your fear is still real. There’s no way for you to know if your family will come for you in a couple of hours or a couple of days. You don’t know how well your location is hidden and you don’t know how much pain they’re going to inflict upon you until the time comes. They might even kill you before you are found. You don’t want to die. Pain vibrates through your skull with every word that the men speak to you, but you don’t know if you could have answered them even if you wanted to. Blood drips out of your nose, slowly wetting the fabric of the dirtied dress that covered your legs. You drool blood from your mouth, but it feels as though at least you’ve kept all your teeth thus far. One of your eyes stings and you can’t tell if it’s swollen shut or stuck shut with sticky red blood. You have never had a headache like this. Even the entirety of your neck burns in agony, the pain trickling down over your shoulder blades, down the length of your spine, through your legs. There isn’t a painless point on your body at all. But through all the agony, your spirit remains. You’ve given them nothing, told them nothing. You refuse to give up your family. You’ve been told they’ll torture you until your body gives up, but you do not care. Tommy would be angry. He would much rather you told them everything and anything about the family business so you could come home. He wouldn’t have cared, those consequences could be dealt with. He could never ever deal with the loss of his little sister. But you wouldn’t give in. Even when they put a gun to your head before you fell unconscious, unable to hear much but the muttering of words. You never gave in. ~~~~ Thomas Shelby was the kind of man who did not often get a great deal of sleep. He didn't even tend to find himself in bed for very long periods of time, never mind sleep there. He was always busy, his mind always working on his next plan, his next ploy, his next move. God forbid he gave himself a moment to rest. Tonight was different though. Tonight wasn't just his lust to be planning and keeping himself busy. Tonight he was exhausted. His body ached from his skin down to his bones, his eyes were heavy, his head throbbed in pain with his fatigue and yet he could not sleep. He hadn't slept in days, nearly a week, actually. Everything about him was begging for some respite from consciousness, but he just couldn't. Not only would he not allow himself, but he simply could not do it. Instead, he was sat on an incredibly uncomfortable plastic chair in the same clothes he'd been wearing for days with unshaven stubble beginning to burrow its way across his chin next to his sleeping sister. "You should have heard her," Echos through his mind, the way those words were hissed in tantalising hatred. "In fact I wish you'd been there." He can't un-hear those words. "When i beat her...when i cut her...no matter what i did, Thomas, no matter how many times i warned the little rat against it. Do you know what she did, hm? Do you know who she cried for, eh?" Tommy can still feel the hands around his neck as fought with everything in him to get the large man off of him. “Tommy! Tommy! Tommy pleeassseee!” He mimics, pouting his lips and imitating your cry. "Where were you Thomas, eh? Where were you when you're little baby sister needed you?" Tommy couldn't breathe, his lungs

were burning, his face beat red against the strangulation. "Where were you when she screamed and begged for me to stop, for you save-" That was enough. The image, the idea, the thought of that sound. The sound of his darling little sister, his 18 year old little sister screaming her throat raw for her big brother after all those times she said she was too grown up to need him. The thought of someone hurting you, someone evoking so much pain in you emotionally and physically that you were begging for your life and begging for your life's protector to come for you. That was enough to give him all the strength on the world. Tommy shakes his head, trying to physically expel the thoughts from his mind. It never did work, but he did it often to attempt to shake himself back into reality. It was hard, especially when you weren’t conscious. Saving you didn’t feel real because you were yet to wake from the state he found you in. He was told by doctors there was every chance you never would, but he was holding hope. You were stronger than that, he knew. You were a Shelby for Christ’s sake. It isn’t supposed to be like this when he saved you. He was supposed to save you, take you home and never let anyone hurt you again. Not save you then maybe lose you anyway. How is he supposed to deal with that? His mind races with a million possibilities. He can’t arrange a funeral for his little sister, that will literally kill him. “You’re going to worry yourself into some horrendous wrinkles, Tom.” Tommy makes himself dizzy with the speed that he turns his head around. You look up at him hazily with a lazy smile. One eye is slightly more open than the other and the doctor had said that swelling would definitely be expected after the surgery on your brain, but it still ached Tommy’s heart to see. “Don’t cry Tom,” you hum softly, “I’m alright, i promise.” He hadn’t even noticed he had started crying until your words alerted him to it, but he honestly didn’t care. “You fucking weren’t fine though. You were dying. You were fucking gone, and then you were fucking dying in my arms. That’s not alright (y/n).” He speaks hurriedly, but emphatically. He isn’t one to be passionate but right now he is. You can tell how petrified he was and how terrified he still is. Saving you was just the beginning. He was yet to get to take you home where he can make sure every inch of his house is safety proofed so this will never happen again. “But i’m still alive, Tommy. I’ll be alright.” It doesn’t matter to Tommy. What matters is that you’re hurt. Your eyes are both swollen, both encircled with differing shades of bruising. Your bottom lip is still cut and a swollen. There’s cuts, bruises and marks all over the rest of your body and Tommy wants to cry every single time he looks at you. Then there’s the anger he feels too. The people who did this to you are long dead, but that doesn’t seem to matter to him when every time he looks at you he wants to kill them all over again for the hurt they inflicted upon your beautiful skin. You didn’t see what he was like when you weren’t there. He was like a mad man, and truly he felt like one too. He couldn’t think straight. Every hour, every second of his days went into looking for you, torturing people, beating them black and blue to get information on your whereabouts. He would scream and roar at anyone who tried to get in way. He was a destroyed, shell of a man who threw crystal glasses at the walls and pointed guns at people he once trusted. He was glad you weren’t there to witness it. But still, the pain of not knowing where you were was nothing in comparison to the pain of seeing you hurt and bleeding out there on the floor when he found you. You are right though. You usually are. The most important point is that you’re alive. Awake and talking. Smiling at him with the smile that melts his heart of stone and has gotten you out of trouble every day since the second you first smiled at up at him. “You’re not alright though, are you? Honestly?” You ask softly, words gently and kind as they always are for

him. He shakes his head but doesn’t speak. “Come on them, TomTom. There’s plenty room.” You scoot your aching body over the bed and pat the space there next to you with the hand that didn’t have your IV attached. “Just like old times?” Tommy doesn’t seem to think about it much before he kicks off his shoes and lays down next to you, one arm going around you behind your head. “You know i am never going to let you out of my sight again, yeah?” He says seriously, his voice rumbling through you as his warmth and hold makes you feel safer than anything else ever could. “oh i didn’t doubt it for a second.”

[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[multifandomwriter56]

Hi there Karissa!! I’m so happy to see that you’ve got some requests open! 😃

I was wondering if you could write a 5 sentence blurb with this: “I’m trying to figure out why you just did that.” ? … you can use whichever of the Shelbys you see fit!

Thank you, K, for the request! And yes, I wrote more than five sentences.

"I'm trying to figure out why you just did that."

Y/n looks over her shoulder, back at number 6 Water Lane; wincing when she hears her brothers roaring in anger. "I don't like it when they are mean to people, Finn."

Said brother opens the brown bag he's carrying, staring at the contents. "We could give them back."

Y/n smiles at the 'we'. Finn had not taken part in her prank, but he's willing to help his baby sister fix it. "I think we should blame it on them. Said they've cut too many people, so they just fell out."

Finn wasn't a big fan of the plan, but being only eleven years old, he wasn't sure what else to do besides come clean. "What do we do with these?" He gestures to the bag.

Y/n may be a year younger than Finn, but she seems to always have a good plan... well, most of the time. "Throw them in the cut?" She suggests.

"Y/n and Finn Shelby!" They jump at the very angry yell coming from one Arthur Shelby.

"The cut, it is." Before they take off, Finn has to know one thing. "How did you get the razor blades out without getting cut?"

"I used Tommy's letter opener."

Forevers: @desiredposion @theseakrakence @simonsbluee @elenavampire21

Peaky Blinders: @psychkunox @theshelbyclan @lilymurphy03 @findinghisredrighthand

[tommyshebyisdaddy]

My turn.

Tomas Shelby x fem!reader

Summary: the pretty little innocent wife but yet she was not so innocent anymore. Why let the men have so much fun. Women are just as dominant as Tomas Shelby was about to find out.

Warnings:dominant fem!reader, lots of smut, Tommy being a bit of an ass hole, swearing, alcohol and an age gap. Possessive!tommy, dominant!tommy at the end.

You woke up alone. Again. He had left for business as usual, it wasn’t that you didn’t want him to leave. You just wished he would say goodbye, kiss you as he left. After your marriage he had gone back to work straight away.

You began to feel like a trophy, a young pretty little wife one his arms. He would show you off to guests and his partners, he would ignore the dirty and disgusting things they would often say about you. And it did upset you he didn’t even show even a tiny bit of emotion.

He could speak to as many women as he wanted but women as he wanted but when you wanted to leave the house for the night or go to a pub to go dancing it sent Tommy into a rage.

Tommy would sell his soul to the devil to ensure that his wife, the love of his life were safe. You soon became tiered of eating alone. Spending your days in arrow house it was meant to be a paradise for the newly married couple. It soon became a prison.

He had photos of you all around the home. There was even a huge portrait of you and him on your wedding day hanging in the dining room. He stood there with no emotion wile you stood looking up and smiling at him. He gave you nothing in return.

You looked outside the window of arrow house as you sat alone at the dinning table once again. Another day of stuck looking at the same four walls again, you had become tried of waiting for him. Staying up all night just for him to ignore you and go to sleep, or to escape to his office once again.

You looked outside the window of arrow house as you sat alone at the dinning table once again. Another day of stuck looking at the same four walls again, you had become tried of waiting for him. Staying up all night just for him to ignore you and go to sleep, or to escape to his office once again.

You hadn’t even bothered Mary to make something for Tommy. Why should you? He hadn’t spoken to you in months nor had he touched you. Your fingers just didn’t feel the same as the pleasure he overstimulated your body with. Nothing felt the same as when you would lay with one another. Keeping one another warm in your arms. The way his rough hand felt upon your skin.

Your hands were not enough. You nipples would harden at the thought of him sucking harshly on them. Your loud moans as he marked you as his own. His rough hand prints on you ass. It all felt so heavenly, you wanted it; no you needed it. Badly, so very badly.

If he wouldn't fulfil your desires than what would be wrong with a little bit of teasing, a small nudge to push him over the edge to finally give you what you ever so desperately craved so badly for.

So their you sat. In the lace underwear set you had been gifted all the way from Paris.

A beautiful white pair. Lace panties with a sexy lace bralet. It hugged you Breasts perfectly even making them look much bigger. Along with a garter belt holding up you suspenders.

You sat in his office legs draped over his table your hand dragging over the soft skin of your inner thigh getting closer to your pussy. With each passing minute you felt your self become wetter and wetter. Your nipples became hard at the feeling of your hands against you beautiful porcelain skin.

You just couldn't wait any longer. You moved your panties to the side dragging your fingers through your wet folds. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt your pussy tighten.

Your hands made their way to your breasts feeling and squeezing the soft flesh you twisted as pinched your nipples. Part of you wished that Tommy would walk through the door to see you. To see what he had been missing.

You were in a state of euphoria, moans ripped through your throat. Moans you didn't even know were there. As your fingers worked miracles on your pussy you were far to distracted by the coil tightening in your stomach to noice Tommy who stood by the door in shook.

" am I interrupting something here ay" he asked in a rough voice, but you didn't care all you cared about was the high you so desperately craved for.

More moans flooded out of your mouth like never before. Tommy was in awe as he felt his pants tighten around him as he shifted uncomfortably while he watch his wife Masterbate on his desk. The way you lifted your hips desperately to eagerly meet your fingers as they thrusted up against you.

It all happened so fast you were so overwhelmed by the feeling of bliss that waved it's way through your body. You didn't want to hold it anymore, weeks of sexual deprivation and frustration all buoy up together you found your self now fully reaching you high.

Your body shook and you couldn't hold in you moans. The coil in your stomach had broken loose and it was best you had felt in weeks. You gave into the feeling. Letting your body take what it wanted what it needed what you needed.

"Fuck! You like this Tommy, Uhh your little wife masterbating on you dear?"  A sense of confidence came through you. You were the dominant one now. You were the one in charge.

You slowly removed your hand. Your raggedy breathing soon began to calm down.

You swung your legs over the desk to see Tommy looking at her with shook and a look of desperation in his eyes only boosting your ego a little bit more. But then you saw his boner and then  you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

You made you way of the desk and walked over to him seductively. Shaking your hips, your arms pushing up your boobs noticing where his eyes were going.

"It does, doesn't it? You like it, what a dirty dirty boy" you whispered softly in his ear hearing his breathing become faster the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood up making you smirk.

Boldly your hand cupped his cock in his pants instantly making him shudder and his eyes to go wide at you sudden actions.  This was nothing like you. You were quite but now you were completely different but he couldn't deny that he really did like it.

You pushed him down onto the sofa of his office straddling his hips. Your fingers tracing over his delicate fetchers.

Your lips attached quickly to his neck like a moth to a flame. Sucking and leaving marks all the way down his neck. Marking him as yours

"You're mine tommy, not Lizzie's mine only mine to touch, to fuck and to please"

You gridded against his hard cock his groans filled the room as his hands came straight to your hips to help you. You pulled off this tie throwing it to the ground. You two kissed passionately. It was all about wanting, needing. It had been so long since the two of you had felt each other.

You tour of his shirt you hands admiring his abs and his strong figure along with the tattoo of you name on his chest.

Smirking you sunk to your knees. Liking your lips as you slowly undid his belt. Taking your time to take of his pants.  Despite his protests and groans he had left he sexually frustrated for weeks besides What was the need to rush.

She hushed him as she pulled down the zipper to his trousers but then bringing yourself back up to kiss his chest and then down his stomach causing him to groan once more as you pulled down his pants leaving his boxers as you grabbed his hard cock in you hand despite the fabric blocking you and him from fully touching ones an other.

"Tell me what you want tommy. I can't help you unless you ask can I?"

You grinned knowing dam well he was now angry with you but you could also see how turned on he was at the same time. It made your panties become even more damp than they were before.

"Jesus, fuck want your ah mouth around my cock fucking hell please"

he stuttered as you tightened you grip around his cock making your smirk even bigger than before.

" who would have thought, the great Tomas Shelby begging to have someone suck his cock, the same someone who he left without a single touch for weeks even on their supposed honeymoon which was just a business trip and he didn't think she would find out did he? Tommy."

You hand stroked his cock as he hissed under his breath at your soft movements.

“Fuck, I’ll make it up to you sweetheart. Any where you fucking want ay.”

You finally gave him what he wanted wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. His hands griped your hair tightly as you moved your tongue around his shaft.

You hand cupped his balls squeezing them. Tommy s other hand gripped the side of the couch for support as your movements became quicker. Your mouth felt amazing on his cock the way you couldn’t fully fit him in your mouth.

The way you were so perfect for him in every way. You looked so sexy with your lips wrapped around his cock. You took him further into your mouth making his grip tighten around your hair.

His cock twitched in your mouth as you felt him getting closer and closer to his release but he couldn’t cum this earlier that would be boring. Wouldn’t it?

Tommy let out a frustrated groan as you removed your mouth from around him. His eyes full of anger making you smirk once again you were winning by a mile at this game.

You climbed back up straddling him with you legs tightly at ether side of him. As you looked directly into his eyes.

“It’s not very nice is it?, not getting what you want tommy”

You reached softly removing your bra from you shoulders as Tomas watched with a sparkle in his eyes as your breasts were now fully on show just for his eyes only.

You slid your panties down form your thighs leaving you only in a garter belt and a pair of white stockings that Tommy couldn’t take his eyes off of. It was like he had been put under a spell.

“Sit on my face” Tommy didn’t waste any time if he was going to make it up to you this would be the best way to do it. He was truly blessed and gifted with his tongue.

Your expression softened as he stood up and laid down on the carpet of the office the fire was cracking next to him. You tried to keep up your act of dominance but you knew Tommy would take it for himself and you would soon be putty in his hands.

You placed your thighs at either side of his head you breathing change as you positioned yourself ready for him to devour you like a predictor to his prey.

Lowering yourself down onto his face. His mouth immediately glued to your pussy as a high pitched moan left you lips your hand gripped his hair tightly as you began to grind onto his face as his mouth worked miracles on your pussy.

One of His hands moved up to grip your breasts softly kneading them together the over grabbing you ass slapping it harshly making you let out a struggling gasp.

As you felt yourself tighten around him you knew you were reaching your high. Tommys movements became faster. He was taking you to places you had never been and it was fantastical.

“Tommy, oh god! I’m gonna cum! Tommy I’m gonna cum!” His grip on you hips was almost brutal as your legs shook and the knot in your stomach had let loose and it felt amazing.

He helped you ride it out letting you calm down from the intensity of your orgasm before rolling on top of you.

You were really in trouble now.

“You just gonna leave me ay, you get your self off on my desk and you thin your just gonna get away with it. Well tough luck darling, that’s not how it works” he whispered in your ear.

[dreamlandcreations]

Chapter 1 - Lost in Time

King!Alfie Solomons x archaeologist!Reader

Summary: You are stuck in the past after you interfered with the events of history and missed your window to return home…

Warnings: injury, tension of all kinds, a tiny bit of reader description (of having long hair) and more of an implied description by supposed relation (you'll get what I mean or see the tags for spoilers), a long Tommy-Alfie interaction (yes, that's a warning), tenses might be messed up

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Oddly, the first thing you are aware of isn't the pain but the presence of someone else in the room with you. It is as if he can sense you waking up, his own eyes open from the light sleep he was lulled into as your own flatter open and widen in fright at the sight of him.

You gasp in pain as you try to sit up to put some distance between you, as if you could run away from this colossal screwup and pretend it never happened. You do not get far though, he reaches for you and helps you sit up.

"Careful, little dove," the king murmurs. His hands still under your bent knees and behind your back where he supported you to be able to move without tearing at the stitched-up wound.

It is as if time stopped, you are both frozen, just gazing at each other with fascination and disbelief.

He moves first, and with a featherlight caress, he brushes along your cheek with the back of his hand and it reminds you how he was holding you in his arms after you've been stabbed. Your thoughts only wander away for a second or two, then his palm envelops your nape and he leans closer, slowly, giving you time to pull away.

Your breathing gets erratic just as your heartbeat, which you can hear drumming in your ears. His lips barely brush against yours but the touch sets you on fire and it seems he feels the same way because you both move to pull the other closer.

He deepens the kiss, tangling his fingers into your period-typically long hair as you grab onto his shirt to keep him close. It's desperate and wild and you quickly get lightheaded so you have to pull away but you can tell he would chase after you if it wasn't for the doors bursting open with a shattering thud against the wall.

Two loud men enter the room, talking at the same time.

"I'm sorry, my lord. He wouldn't listen..."

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

You flinch at the sudden yell of "Shut up!" coming from the king beside you, who still hasn't moved away. He sighs heavily and with a last longing glance at you, he turns to the intruders.

"Ollie," he addresses the younger man, "be a good boy and leave us." It looked like the boy wanted to argue, but he quickly shut his mouth in response to the stern look he received from the king.

"Oh, and tell the doctor she is awake." The king yells over at him as an afterthought.

Ollie exits in a hurry, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with King Solomons and the man you recognized as the recently crowned Thomas Shelby from the neighbouring kingdom.

"Tommy!" the king grumbles his name as a warning and a question.

"I came here to see how my cousin feels," he nods in your direction, "and to give her this."

Your eyes widen at the sight of your watch and Tommy doesn't hesitate to approach you after you silently asked for it by reaching out with both hands. You grab it as soon as it's close enough but he doesn't let it go, forcing you to look up at him and meet his gaze as he nods meaningfully, trying to let you know that he is well aware of what the object is and who or more likely what are you. When he gets a subtle nod as a reply, he lets it go.

While your thoughts run wild, you examine the watch and try to figure out how to avoid causing more damage. But the two kings start to argue over you.

"Your cousin?"

"Yes, Lady Gray is Polly's daughter." Came the calm answer to the accusative question.

"Polly's daughter? The one who died years ago after she and little Michael were kidnapped to be raised by the enemy so they can use them against you. That daughter?" King Solomons asked, with every word dripping a ridiculous amount of mocking scepticism.

"Yes, Alfie, that is exactly what I'm saying." He crosses his arms over his chest with a disapproving expression as he goes on. "Now, if you could behave like a proper royal and put some distance between you and the lady, that would be much appreciated."

Alfie huffs but doesn't argue with the request and moves to sit back in the chair beside your bed while Tommy takes a seat on the edge of the bed, putting himself between the two of you.

The following conversation between them is like watching an intense game play out, with all the quick back-and-forth of questions and answers as Alfie tries to catch Tommy with a lie.

"I precisely remember you telling me that she was dead. Would you care to explain this miraculous resurrection?"

"I thought she was dead. We only found her recently. And I did not want to subject her to the court, yours or mine, until she had a chance to settle down into the new circumstances."

"In that case, what was she doing here, on a ball among so many people?"

"She wanted to come with me. It was a masquerade ball, she could have remained unnoticed through the whole night..." For the first time, Tommy hesitates and you think he might have difficulty coming up with the rest of the answer but you realise it was very much deliberate as he continues. "I don't know what happened."

But you don't have time to fully calm down because his convincing performance put the attention directly back on you.

"Well, why don't we ask our little lady?" Alfie inquires as he turns to you, still not convinced but asking with the ulterior motive of finally hearing you speak.

They both look at you expectantly and for a moment you can't find your voice.

"I didn't mean to cause any trouble." The little panic in your tone is absolutely real, as you fear you might screw this up even more.

Alfie takes your hand in his, assuring you with a soothing tone that "It's alright, dove. You are not in trouble. Just tell us."

And you are pretty sure he means to tell him the truth about everything but you decide to go with your instinct and play the innocent girl card while actually trying not to lie. You had a feeling you couldn't deceive him, even if you wanted to.

You look at Tommy as you start. "I know I should have kept my distance but I just couldn't help it. After all the stories I've heard, I couldn't help my curiosity getting the better of me."

Alfie immediately asks "What stories?" but you just shrug, pretending to be shy and look away, hoping he would let that go and he does.

"And the man with the blade?" He interrogates you further, with his playful demeanour gone but you know his well-hidden anger is not directed at you.

"He was acting strangely," you say with a frown as you try to remember exactly what happened. "He bumped into me but didn't stop or even look my way. His attention was entirely aimed at you, in a very unsettling way and... I don't know... I didn't even realise what I was doing until I felt the pain and..." you are breathing hard as you relive the incident and you don't know what else to say so you look at Tommy but it seems he has nothing else to add.

Alfie just nods and you think that was it but he finds another hole in the story Tommy started.

"A man called after you from the crowd but he disappeared since then."

Thankfully Tommy replies for you. "He was there to protect her and when he failed, he came to find me. It just took time to get through your people."

'"Really?" Alfie's tone indicated doubt, in that mocking way of his that you were starting to get used to. "And why was he calling her another name? Isn't she supposed to be Anna?"

You can't help but smile at that. He was clever, not saying the name, your real name, and expecting Tommy to fail this test but you intervene, quickly turning back their gaze to you from their stare-down, saying your name like you are asking Alfie to confirm what he heard. He silently nods with narrowed eyes but his harsh look quickly melts as you smile at him and simply state, "It's my middle name, I prefer it now."

Tommy sighs, feigning annoyance at what you suspect to be relief, acting like he had had enough of the game and asks, "Are you done with the interrogation?"

"For now," Alfie concludes just as the doctor arrives.

You are examined again, thankfully in private but by the time he is done all your energy leaves you and you are fighting to stay awake. With the doctor done and reporting to the two kings, you had a minute to think.

You need to find out what Tommy knew and you even ask for him but he sees how exhausted you are so he assures you that there will be time to talk later.

"Rest," he commands as he squeezes your hand in reassurance, "I will be here in the morning, I promise."

With that, you close your eyes and sink into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)