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not sure if anyone is actually interested anymore, but i've made my shelby family chaos fics public again, links below.
i want to quickly say thank you to @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick @zablife and @look-at-the-soul for being such lovely cheerleaders throughout these fics. and thank you to everyone else who reblogged and commented, truly means a lot given writing can be so up and down, and motivation as well as inspiration can run dry even on the best of days. so thank you to anyone who still loves these fics. ♥︎
shelby family chaos series:
afternoon shelby chaos
dad!tommy
mr giraffe
the boys
and her name is...
evening shelby chaos
happy birthday, my love
ava and rob
#writing#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#shelby family chaos#afternoon shelby chaos#dad!tommy#mr giraffe#the boys#and her name is#evening shelby chaos#happy birthday my love#ava and rob
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The Peaky Role (Part Two)
Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader
Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad
Several days later...
It was a Saturday afternoon, at around 4 o'clock, after drama class, that you went to visit Nina at her house in one of Dublin's most charming neighborhoods, where ivy clung eagerly to the brick fronts and flowering trees bowed under the weight of the blossoms.
After ringing the doorbell, you waited patiently and, after a minute or so, Nina's father, Cillian, opened the door, his face momentarily betraying surprise before settling into a warm smile.
"Hey Y/N," he said and you were a little surprised to see him since you knew that he had moved out of the family home around nine months ago.
Him and his wife Danielle, Nina's mother, had been trying to navigate the rocky waters of their marriage and, as Nina had called it, were taking a break but, clearly, this break had not turned into something permanent yet. He was here now after all and you knew that this must have stood for something at least.
"Hey Cillian," you stammered, trying to shake off your surprise. "It's nice to see you," you then said, forcing a casual tone. The familiar blue of his eyes still held that confident gleam, even under frayed edges.
With him not living at home anymore, you had not seen your friend's father for almost six months now as he had been busy filming. After the Oscars, his schedule was packed with events, interviews, and projects, leaving little room for anything else.
Even your father had not seen his best friend a lot during this time and you were somewhat taken by how grey his hair had turned in such a short span, though it only added to his charm.
“I assume you are here for Nina?” Cillian leaned against the door frame, smiling handsomely.
“Yeah,” you replied, glancing into the living room where the soft sounds of music floated in the air. “I just wanted to hang out with her for a bit.”
He nodded and stepped aside. “She’s upstairs, in her room," he told you and you stepped inside, taking in the familiar chaos of Nina's world.
"Thanks," you murmured, closing the door behind you.
The living room was untouched—a stark contrast to the organized chaos of Nina’s usual mess. Cillian and Danielle had three children together and the remnants of family life still loomed large in the clutter.
A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table beside an open script. 'The Story of Thomas Shelby' it said on the cover of it and, whilst you hadn’t meant to peek, your curiosity tugged at you.
"Have you learned your lines yet?" you asked as you plucked the script from the table, scanning the text with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Cillian chuckled softly, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Some of them," he said and, just before he could ask you about this new role of yours, in the very same movie, you both heard Nina bounding down the stairs, her hair bouncing playfully as she descended.
"There you are!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around you in a quick embrace. “I thought you’d ditch me for your boyfriend again ,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Hardly,” you laughed, nudging her shoulder playfully. “You know I would pick our friendship over any guy, even my boyfriend.”
Cillian chuckled, shaking his head mockingly. “Smart girl,” he replied, crossing his arms. “Boys are trouble. Isn't that right, Nina?”
"Jesus dad," Nina groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, be a little less emberassing when I have a friend over?” Nina asked, and Cillian feigned innocence, raising his hands in mock surrender.
“I thought embarrassing you was part of my job description,” he quipped, gaining a playful glare from Nina. “Despite, I am just sharing my wisdom, sweetheart. You’re free to ignore it.”
"Okay dad," Nina said, exasperated yet amused, rolling her eyes again before turning towards you. “Let's go upstairs," she then said as she pulled your arm, leading you up the stairs and away from Cillian's amused smirk.
Once inside her room, the door clicked shut, cutting off the sounds of the music from below.
Nina flopped onto her bed, throwing her limbs out as if to claim the space. Her room, a kaleidoscope of posters and bright-colored cushions, felt alive—almost as if the walls themselves were chattering about the countless dreams and secrets shared within.
"Does your dad live here again now?" you wondered out loud as Nina rolled over, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Yepp, he moved back in two weeks ago," Nina sighed, a mix of relief and concern crossing her face. "Mom’s still being... well, Mom, but they’re trying."
You nodded, sensing the strain beneath her words. "Trying? How's that working out for them?" you asked, cautious to dive deeper after all that happened between them just over nine months ago.
"Fine, I guess," Nina shrugged, the weight of her emotions resting heavily on her furrowed brow. “They go to counseling every Thursday. Mom says it’s progress, but honestly? The tension is still everywhere in the house. You can feel it, like a storm waiting to break.”
"That sounds tough," you said softly, picking at a loose thread on your jeans. "I can't imagine what it’s like to navigate that. I mean, my parents' divorce felt like the world was turned upside down."
Nina nodded, her expression shifting into a contemplative frown. “Yeah, it’s like walking on eggshells sometimes,” she admitted, her gaze drifting to the window where branches swayed gently in the spring breeze.
"And I think dad moved back in because of my little sister as she was really struggling with all of it." Nina sighed, the weight of concern creeping into her voice. "You know that she was caught drinking at a party last month? Dad was furious. They had a massive argument, and I think he felt like he needed to come home to take control of the situation."
You leaned forward, encouraging Nina to share more of her thoughts. “But he is going to be away filming again in five weeks,” you pointed out, shifting your weight as you watched her expression twist between frustration and confusion.
“Yeah, exactly,” she huffed, throwing her head back dramatically. “But by then, hopefully, it will all be sorted out and, apparently, he is coming home every weekend, which is better than nothing, I guess,” Nina said, a hint of hope conflicting with her guarded expression. “But who knows, right?”
She fell silent for a moment, and the room hummed with unspoken thoughts. “I never knew why they broke up in the first place," Nina then continued, her gaze focused on a poster that hung crookedly on the wall.
“Mom always kept it vague,” she said, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. "It was all about 'space' and 'needing to find themselves,' whatever that means," Nina continued, the frustration in her voice palpable. “But I saw how much it hurt him so part of me is happy that they are back together," her voice trailed off, the conflict in her emotions evident.
You nodded, understanding the tumult of loyalty she must have felt. You had been there too, many years ago, but couldn't offer a solution to her emotional quagmire.
“Do you think it’s really genuine?” you asked, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed. “Or just temporary while they sort out this... whatever this is?”
Nina sighed again, her brow furrowing further. “I wish I knew, honestly. Sometimes it feels like they’re just pretending because they don’t want to hurt us. Like a game they have to play for our sake,” she said, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “But then again, they are trying so hard and I hope that they really find each other again before it’s too late," Nina said before wanting to change the topic.
"Now, what about James?" Nina’s gaze sharpened, an eager spark igniting her features. "Tell me! What did he do this time?" she wanted to know, having senses the anger in your voice earlier when she mentioned his name, downstairs.
“Oh, don’t get me started on James!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up as you let out an exasperated laugh. “He is pissed about me taking that role and being away for two months which, in the acting game, is absolutely nothing!" you vented, pacing back and forth in the confined space of her room now.
Nina arched an eyebrow. “Hehas always been needy and controlling, Y/N. It's nothing new and you really need to ditch him," Nina leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “You’re on the brink of a breakthrough, and he wants you to put it on hold for his convenience? That’s ridiculous!”
“I know,” you said, exasperation creeping into your tone. “But he keeps saying that we need to focus on 'us' and I just want to scream," you confessed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “I’m not sure if he even gets what this means for me. It's a reasonably big role and I am new to the scene, so it is a vital opportunity. I just want to prove to myself that I can do this without relying on anyone else and he is just making it harder to breathe right now."
Nina sat forward, her expression shifting from playful to intense. “You know, if he can’t support you now, then he doesn’t deserve to be a part of your life," she explained. "When my dad was new to acting, mom supported him every step of the way. That’s how it should work. You need someone in your corner, not someone dragging you down."
You paced the small room, the weight of her words sinking in. You knew that she was right but change felt daunting. “It’s just hard to think about letting someone go, especially when we’ve been together so long,” you admitted, pulling at your fingers nervously.
Nina shifted, settling in closer on her bed, her expression softening. “I get that," she said, her voice steady. "But you are so young , and it’s stupid to waste your energy on someone who doesn't see your worth," she said and you stopped pacing to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, feeling the warmth of her friendship wrap around you like a familiar blanket.
“Maybe you’re right,” you replied, staring at your hands in your lap, the weight of possibility lingering in the space between you.
Nina nudged your shoulder, a playful smile creeping onto her face. “You know what this calls for?” she declared, leaning in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“What?” you asked, curiosity piquing as you scanned the room for clues. Nina grinned, her excitement bubbling over.
"A sleepover !" she declared, bouncing on the bed. “We can binge-watch all those cheesy romances we used to love and eat way too much popcorn! It’ll be fun!”
“Count me in!” you laughed, the weight of your earlier worries lightening. Nostalgia tugged at your heart, filling you with the comfort of countless late nights spent wrapped in blankets, laughter echoing through the walls, and secrets safely tucked away under pillows.
You had not done this for years and the thought filled you with a warmth that chased away the creeping shadows of your anxieties.
After seeking her father's permission for you to stay over, which, of course, he gave, Nina's mother and siblings arrived back home with take-away pizza.
As the front door swung open, the rich aroma of cheese and spices wafted into the air, mingling with the faint scent of spring. Danielle, juggling several boxes, called out, “Dinner is served!"
You exchanged a quick glance with Nina, the playful spark returning as she raised her eyebrows, a silent signal to you.
“Perfect timing,” Nina smirked, bouncing off the bed. “Let’s go dig in before my brother demolishes it all!”
You followed her downstairs, where the living room brimmed with jovial chaos. The moment you entered the living room, the scene unfolded like a vibrant tableau. Her siblings crowded around the coffee table, their voices a cacophony of laughter and playful bickering, desperately trying to stake their claim on the best slices of pizza. Cillian perched on the edge of the couch, a bemused smile on his face as he maneuvered around the chaos, playfully mocking his children’s antics while remaining somewhat cold and distance towards Danielle.
You stifled a laugh while Nina whispered to you, “Welcome to the circus that is my family,” she grinned, shaking her head in mock exasperation, not noticing the tension between her parents while, to you, it was obvious.
“Honestly, it’s like a live-action cartoon sometimes,” Nina whispered to you, chuckling as one of her younger siblings dramatically fell over in their attempt to snatch the last slice of pepperoni pizza , sending the others into fits of laughter.
Cillian raised an eyebrow as he watched the chaos unfold with a blend of amusement and a hint of nostalgia. It was clear that he missed this—this vibrant, animated space filled with laughter and love, if only there wasn’t that cloud looming nearby.
Later that evening, you huddled back in Nina's room, the remnants of dinner still fresh on your mind. The familiar chaos had settled into a comfortable silence, the soft glow of fairy lights wrapping the room in a warm embrace.
You both sprawled across the bed, indiscernible snippets of laughter echoing in the haze of pizza grease and satisfaction that lingered in the air. Nina flicked through streaming options on her phone, squinting at the screen as if it held the secrets of the universe. “Okay, how about this one?” she said, perking up as she found a romantic comedy with a title that made you both roll your eyes.
“‘Nah, that looks aweful," you chuckled and, before Nina could even react, you grabbed the phone and began scrolling through the options yourself.
“Let’s find something we can get into,” you proposed, biting back a grin and, after you took charge, it didn't take you long to find something.
"If you can set it up from your phone, I will just go and have my shot," you proposed, tilting your head toward her as you stood up, the friendly banter still lingering in the air.
“Alright!” Nina replied eagerly, taking the phone back from you while you took some time to prepare your insuline shot.
"I will be right back," you said, knowing that she was afraid of needless, which is why you usually administered the drugs in the privacy of a bathroom nearby.
You made your way down the hall, heart racing a bit as you tried to shake off the nerves that always lingered around this ritual.
You hated needles too, but had gotten used to it over the years but, just as you were about to enter the bathroom, the door swung open from the other side.
Cillian stepped out, surprise flashing across his face before it smoothly morphed into concern. He paused, blocking the doorway, his body language shifting to a protective stance.
"You okay, Y/N?" he asked, his deep blue eyes scanning your face as you had inadvertently dropped your syringe.
Kneeling down, Cillian carefully picked up the syringe, the tips of his fingers brushing against yours as he handed it back. The warmth of his touch sent a small shiver down your spine, and you felt suddenly conscious of the awkwardness hanging in the air which was amplified by the fact that he was just wearing some boxer shorts.
You cleared your throat, your cheeks warming as you accepted the syringe back from him, focusing on its metallic sheen to avoid meeting his gaze.
“Yes, thanks,” you said, your voice slightly unsteady.
"How is the new monitor?" he asked, his gaze steady and curious, a hint of genuine concern lacing his tone.
“It's good, just... a bit of a learning curve,” you admitted, your fingers fidgeting with the syringe, battling the sudden onset of nerves.
Cillian nodded, his expression serious but reassuring. "That's good," he said, his voice steady. “You’ll figure it out; it just takes some time.”
You looked up, meeting his gaze briefly, and felt how the moment stretched into something deeper, ut what Cillian said next pulled you from your train of thoughts.
"I saw your dad two days ago. He told me about the new monitor," he clarified before adressing the elephant in the room as well. "And, just so you know, I think that he is uncomfortable with you taking that role for Peaky Blinders—and I get it, with the scenes involved."
You held your breath, the jab of tension sinking deep. A lump formed in your throat as you searched for the right words. “Are you uncomfortable too?" you eventually asked, your heart racing as you gauged his reaction. Cillian's brows furrowed slightly, and he seemed to consider his words carefully.
“No, I am not uncomfortable,” he finally replied, his voice steady but laced with an air of caution. “It’s just… I’ve been in this business long enough to know how things can become awkward when roles cross into personal territories and I'm just worried about how it may impact you, considering that I am your best friend's dad. That's all. I just wanted you to give it some thought," Cillian explained and you took a deep breath, the weight of his words settling heavy in the air between you.
"I gave it some thought already," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And the fact that you are my best friend's father doesn't bother me. Honestly," you continued, swallowing hard as you felt a tiny spark of defiance. “I want to prove that I can do this and it doesn't matter who with."
Cillian studied you for a long moment, the seriousness in his gaze unwavering as he processed your words.
Good," he finally said, his voice steady and almost relieved. “Then I have no doubt you’ll do brilliantly," he smiled at you, the corners of his lips lifting in a genuine expression that softened the weight of the conversation.
Relief washed over you, but a small seed of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. You plastered a smile onto your face, but the implications of what lay ahead nagged at the corners of your consciousness.
There were three intimate scenes in the script, with one of them scheduled for the first week of filming, gnawing at your confidence.
It was more than just a kissing scene. It was a scene where you would both have to be naked in front of the cameras. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, tangled with excitement and fear.
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🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 👿 (angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)
fic rec masterlist
🚬 Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)
at the end of the day by @lis-likes-fics 🍆👿
a man with a reputation by @kadwrites (individual warnings)
girl dad (series) by @runnning-outof-time (individual warnings)
fourth times the charm by @moral-terpitude 🩷🍆
is it lightning that has me falling in love? (series) by @queenmaddsauthor (individual warnings)
call me tommy by @acewritesfics 🩷
show me how you need me by @cillianhead 🍆
just another nightmare by @your-nanas-house 🩷🍆
me time by @garrison-girl-08 🩷
nobody but her by @babybluebex 🩷🩹
dada by @babybluebex 🩷
body worship by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆
frozen fear by @theonewiththefanfics 🩷🍆👿🩹
flipped (series) by @cillspropertea (individual warnings)
afternoon shelby chaos (series) by @teenwolf-theoriginals (individual warnings)
dad!tommy
mr. giraffe
the boys
and her name is...
evening shelby chaos
happy birthday, my love
ava and rob
arranged by @shewrites444 🍆👿
mrs. shelby's birthday by @garrison-girl-08 (individual warnings)
jealous thomas by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷
never tired of you @runnning-outof-time 🩷
bedtime stories by @runnning-outof-time 🩷
come to bed by @runnning-outof-time 🩷
request by @padfootdaredmetoo 🩷👿🩹
lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia 🩷
old faces (series) by @garrison-girl-08
😴 Robert Fischer (Inception)
swollen boobs by @darlingsfandom 🍆
telling him you're pregnant by @babybluebex
morning sex by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆
hurt/comfort trope by @babybluebex 🩷🩹
are you asking me out? by @willaferrreyra 🩷
layover by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆
a deal in matrimony (series) by @hellotherekenobi (individual warnings)
the muse by @viesanterieures 🩷
💉 Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins)
nsfw alphabet by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆
domesticity by @differentclasss 🩷🍆
age gap by @madlittlecriminal 🩷🍆
closer by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆
headcanons by @floralcyanide 🩷🍆
crystal blue by @a-nemoiia 🩷
v.planifolia by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆
glowing by @acapelladitty 🩷
those little things by @mothhball 🩷
👠 Patricia 'Kitten' Braden (Breakfast On Pluto)
cheri cheri lady (series) by @pictureinme 🩷🍆
strap-ons by @pictureinme 🩷🍆
reminiscence by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆
dolled up by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆
sweet dreams by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆
show girls by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆
lemon & lavender by @mypoisonedvine 🩷🍆🩹
blush by @mysaintkitten 🩷🍆
little one by @pictureinme 🩷🍆
#tommy shelby#jonathan crane#robert fischer#kitten braden#fic rec#fic recommendation#fic recs#fic recommendations#thomas shelby
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The public, and by public I mean me 😂, want a play date between Kaiser and Cyril 🐕🐕. Destroying Tommy's garden
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Omg I died at your request. This was such a fantastic idea, Flor! Hope you'll enjoy some dog chaos 😂 I can't stop giggling when thinking about the moment Tommy will see it...
Summary: As you are waiting for Arthur in Tommy's garden, your afternoon takes an unexpected turn. In fact, Cyril and Kaiser decide to have a play date and it doesn't go well for the mansion's garden.
Words: 1.3k
Notes: This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe, but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.
If there was one thing you hated about your husband, it was his brother Thomas Shelby. That was why you decided to wait outside, in the mansion’s gargantuan garden, rather than accompany Arthur inside. Following the whole prison incident, he had himself become more distant from Thomas, even though the love and loyalty he felt toward his little brother kept him from sinking into pure hatred. Arthur reluctantly left you alone for a while in this potentially hostile environment, only doing so because of the giant hundred pounds dog that watching over you. For sure, Arthur knew that Kaiser would maim and shred any fool who would try to hurt you — you were more than safe when the dog was around.
Here you were, comfortably sitting on a bench surrounded by a dizzying range of colorful flowers whose delicate scent was carried away with the soft spring breeze. Reading Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland for the hundredth time, you felt yourself transported to Wonderland’s garden by the words that were printed on the paper. A relaxed sigh escaped from your plump and glossed lips as the gentle warmth of sun rays caressed your porcelain skin. You were devouring Lewis Carroll’s story when, all of sudden, the loud bark of Kaiser snatched you from your bubble. As a gargantuan Cane Corso, Kaiser’s growls and howls tended to be so booming and low-tone they would make everyone’s quiver, even when the beast just wanted to play.
“What is it, Kaiser?” You asked the dog, closing the book and gently scratching the huge brute behind his cropped ear. Standing at attention, his Hazel eyes were staring far away at the distance. You frowned and looked in his direction, searching for the source of his agitation, “Oh fuck —“ The word fell from your mouth before you could even realize it, for what was catching Kaiser’s attention was the large silhouette of a man in a hat, a huge English mastiff walking beside him. It did not take more than a quick look to recognize the infamous Alfie Solomons. You remained silent, one of your hands firmly closing around Kaiser’s collar to keep him close. To be honest, you mentally crossed your fingers for Alfie Solomons not to notice you for you wanted nothing from him. Not even a greeting.
“Oh! SHALOM MRS. SHELBY!” Alfie’s voice boomed in the distance. Mission failed — the king of Camden Town not only had noticed you but was now heading to you, supporting his weight with a walking stick. You have heard from the Shelbys that his sciatica had become worse over time — not that you cared though, “Shalom.” He repeated, his piercing blue eyes staring at your aquamarine irises with unsettling insistence as he waited for you to greet him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Solomons.” You gritted through your teeth, unable to hide the gleam of resentment that was burning in your dark pupils.
“Here I finally meet her, Arfah Shelby’s wife and dearest treasure! The angel who fell from Shamayim only to get dicked balls deep by a foul-mouthed, whiskey-drunk, and rabid Peaky Blinders. Not that I want to disrespect dear Arfah, what a scary lad he can be when he’s angry.” Alfie took off his hat when he talked, probably in the hope of showing a bit of respect. Or maybe not, it was always so difficult to probe his attentions and thoughts, even for a witch like you, “You made him a believer tho, and I can understand why now that I’ve met you.”
You bit your inner cheek so hard the metallic taste of blood exploded on your tongue. In case you doubted it you were now certain: you hated him. You were so annoyed by his presence that you did not notice Cyril and Kaiser sniffing each other, tail wagging in contempt.
“Now that we are here, I’d like to give you my most sincere apologies for attempting to murder your husband. It was nothing personal, just some business formalities but thanks God this whole quarrel is behind us now! But know that your lover is one hell of a fucking bastard hard to kill. And God knew I did my best to—“
“Listen Alfie, for the sake of your weird alliance with Tommy we’re going to forget this accident, especially because I was not there at that time. But know that your apologies are not accepted. Pretty sure Mrs. Rose Solomons would dig her nails in Arthur’s chest to rip his heart out if he had tried to kill you. Consider yourself lucky I don’t. Only out of sheer respect for Rosie.”
In the background, Cyril and Kaiser had started playfully jumping at each other, tongues hanging and butts wiggling. Quite a different mood than the one between Alfie and you. The Cane Corso rolled on the ground, his four paws up in the air as the Mastiff sniffed his belly. They seemed to have a hell of a fun moment.
“Bloody hell, woman, Tommy was damn right when he said you were Satan in the shape of an Angel. You’ve got claws just like me woman—“
“Goodbye, Mr. Solomons.” You cut him off, “Come on Kaiser.” You said, processing to leave the place but you stopped when you realized your huge guardian had not followed you, which was unusual taking into account how obedient he was.
“Well, well, would you look at that Mrs. Shelby! Seems like good Cyril and your dog get along pretty well. So well they don’t want to part, ey. You know I’m more than delighted by this new friendship because Cyril tends to feel lonely these days. He had a very great friend at Camden but I shot his owner — sad, sad story.”
“No, Kaiseeeeer.” You muttered to yourself, as you saw the two massive beasts chasing each other and barking playfully, their beady eyes glistening with excitement. Among all the friends Kaiser could have made, he chose Cyril. Not that you had something against that good boy, but it ultimately meant you had to stay near Alfie Solomons the whole time the animals were having fun -- And God knew the man talked too much, too fast, and was hard to follow. To be true, having a discussion with Solomons would always guarantee the apparition of an unpleasant headache. At first, you thought about forcing Kaiser to go, but he looked so happy you had not the heart to deprive him of his new furry brother, “Alright,” You finally resigned. Arms crossed, a moody pout plastered on your adorable angel face, you came back next to Alfie and kept your gaze fixed upon the dogs.
You both stayed there for a little while and surprisingly enough Alfie did not bother you that much. In fact, he was too busy looking at Cyril with a genuine sparkle of love in his eyes — for sure he had a close bond with his dog, as close as the one you shared with yours. Silence hovered above your heads until Cyril and Kaiser, delighted by the mansion’s vastness, ran to the most magnificent part of the garden to wrestle in it. The two adorable but massive beasts rolled in the flowers, their strong bodies crushing all of them and their jaws snatching the other plants. Alfie and you opened your eyes wide and turned toward each other at the very same time, as you both realized that the dogs were wrecking Tommy’s garden. But when your eyes met, surprise faded away and a devilish smirk dawned on your lips.
“Well — that’s problematic, innit?” Alfie said, sarcasm coating his words, “We should stop them.”
“Should we, though?” You replied.
Alfie took a last glance at the dogs, who were now ruining the only part of the garden that had been spared from their destructive paws.
“Naaah,” Alfie concluded.
You snorted in amusement and shifted your focus back to the animals as Alfie did, for you were both like dogs with two tails at the simple fact of bothering Thomas Shelby. They said vengeance was a dish best served cold, but the truth was, for once, vengeance was a dish best served with mud and crushed flowers.
"Fuck Tommy," You said.
"Yeah, fuck Tommy."
✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.
✞ Rose Solomons is @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s OC
#arthur shelby x reader#Alfie solomons x reader#PEaky blinders imagine#Alfie solomons#Arthur shelby#Peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders#Arthur shelby x oc#tommy shelby#alfie solomons imagine#Heaven shelby#Kaiser the Disaster
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𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)
.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST
MCU
BUCKY BARNES
Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢ — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖
Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖
Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖
FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER
Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty
#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs
Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty
Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles
Bakery AU — @devils-dares
Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty
Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm
Primal — @darlingshane
Instagram AU — @amhrosina
You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1
Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella
Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch
“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove
Sanctuary — @glossysoap
Biting Truth — @narcolini
Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina
Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble
Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina
STEVE ROGERS
His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18
FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK
Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina
Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch
An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina
TWD
GLENN RHEE
CDC — @collecting-stories
Feel Me — @nikkisheep
Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld
Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox
PEAKY BLINDERS
LUCA CHANGRETTA
Busted — @mlmxreader
Our Scars — @arzennn
MICHAEL GRAY
Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007
ALFIE SOLOMONS
Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter
Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction
Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage
THOMAS SHELBY
Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia
Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals
Mama Bear — @dlmlufics
Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics
Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics
Escape to Me — @daisyblinder
GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS
The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007
TGM
COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX
Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch
Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse
SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN
Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld
STRANGER THINGS
JIM HOPPER
Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry
Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84
Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it
Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world
Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu
DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu
Final Essay — @keerysteacake
Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu
Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine
DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo
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I just got another idea from the previous request 🙈 this is the last one, I swear
Alfie's sister (who has a similar personality as her brother) is forced to work with John but for now, they just have to wait around. Sitting in silence and glaring at the other whenever they breathe too loud or something and there's also mocking, lots of bickering and tension™
Co-Workers (Partners in Crime AU)
John Shelby x Solomons sister reader
Author's Note: This is a continuation from this blurb, Afternoon Tea, which you might want to read first.
Alfie sat behind his desk glaring at you, fingertips pressed together firmly as Tommy paced the floor beside you and John. You hadn’t been in this much trouble since you insulted your tutor from the synagogue.
“I’m afraid she’s beyond help, Mrs. Solomons,” the bitter old woman had told your mother and Alfie. “There’s something wicked about her,” she warned them as she backed away from you fearfully. You remembered laughing uproariously at her pronouncement until your mother boxed your ears and Alfie sent you to scrub the disgusting floors at the distillery.
When your mother died, your formal education ended and you began working with your brother because no one else would employ you. You'd often heard you were too "high spirited." The arrangement worked well until now with the Shelby meeting woefully mismanaged. However, that had not been your fault, as you tried to explain to Alfie upon your return.
“Right, what’s this I hear about the two of you fucking up negotiations with childish games?” Alfie barked.
“Might want to ask him that question,” you said, jerking your chin in John’s direction. “I went for a business meeting and he was playing tea party. Teddy bear’s fucking picnic in a scrap metal yard," you added in a mocking tone.
John whipped around, jaw hanging open incredulously as he shot back, “Me? You were the one who refused to talk and agreed we should—” he stopped short, realizing he couldn’t admit what he'd been planning to do with you unless he wanted Alfie to leap across the desk and throttle him.
“Told ya he's a knob,” you whispered loudly to Alfie behind your hand.
John turned around in his seat, pleading to Tommy. "She's fucking mental!"
"What did you call my sister?" Alfie said, slamming his fists against the desk.
"I called her what she bloody is!" John shouted.
“Oi! That’s enough,” Tommy interjected. Seeing this line of questioning was quickly devolving into chaos, he attempted to redirect everyone by proclaiming, “We’re here to discuss logistics.”
“You sure you want to do this, Tommy?” Alfie asked, scratching his beard. He looked between you and John, before casting his gaze back up at his business partner.
“I hate to admit it, but they have certain skills we can use. Unless you think your sister isn’t fit for the job?,” Tommy asked, pulling his cigarette case from his jacket pocket and lighting a smoke. He cocked an eyebrow at Alfie in silent challenge.
“Didn’t say that, now did I?” Alfie grumbled, puffing out his chest. He was quite proud of the way you were able to operate in a man's world. However, it was John he didn’t trust. He’d heard bad things about Birmingham men and he wasn’t certain he wanted his younger sister in the company of one of their most notorious. With time running short for the heist they had planned, he didn’t have much of a choice though. Gritting his teeth, he agreed, “She’s ready if that animal brother of yours can keep his cock in his pants and his mind on the job.”
He glanced at you, sitting with your arms crossed over your chest, head turned away from John. He could read your thoughts and knew you were probably itching to use the flick knife concealed in your boot.
“John, think you can conduct yourself accordingly?” Tommy asked, clapping a hand over his brother’s shoulder. It sounded as though he was asking the two of you to play nicely which he was, but it wasn’t a request John had the luxury of denying.
John cut his eyes at you, and nodded slowly as he chewed down hard on a toothpick before tossing it away. “Fine, just this once…but I’m never working with a bloody Cockney ever again,” he muttered.
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Six months later…
Despite the ill will, you and John had proved to be excellent partners. He knew guns and explosives and you were a master of disguise and theft. Alfie and Tommy rewarded you handsomely for your efforts which made the notion of working with each other again a bit more appealing. You were paired together more often and though you no longer complained to your brothers, there was plenty of bickering on the job. Tonight was no different as you devised a new plan to gain entry to the opulent home of one of Alfie’s rivals.
“Why isn’t the house empty, John? Didn't you create the diversion?” you asked in an exasperated voice. He had one job to do and he was only telling you now that he hadn’t done it. God, he was as inefficient as he was exasperating, you thought.
“Look, we’ll just have to use the servants’ entrance and keep quiet. You know everyone’s comings and goings. You watched the house, right?” John said, attempting to remain calm.
“You didn’t answer my question!” you said, demanding an explanation.
“I couldn’t set the bomb at the front. There were fucking coppers everywhere, Y/n!” John huffed.
“Since when are you afraid of a little bird lime?” you teased, knowing he’d spent a week in jail the last time he’d used explosives. The occurrence had made him overly cautious now. John cut you a warning look as he exited the car and motioned for you to follow.
“You know, if we’re gonna be out all night, the least you could have done is bake scones,” John goaded you, reaching inside his jacket pocket for his gun.
“I told you, I’m not a fucking baker!” you hissed back at him.
“See? Blowing your cover already,” he said shaking his head. “And you say I’m the stupid one.”
“Because you are! Stupidest bloke I’ve ever met…never use your loaf,” you complained, shaking your head. Raising your eyebrows accusingly you asked, “Did you remember to load the gun?”
“That was one time, Y/n!” John groaned. “We got so pissed beforehand, I think you were trying to get me killed,” he argued, famous temper flaring suddenly.
You rolled your eyes as you dug into your pocket for bullets. “Don’t throw a wobbly!” you chided as you loaded the chamber of your own gun. “We haven’t got time for that. Yeah, speaking of…let’s see your kettle and hob," you said, reaching toward his waistcoat.
John furrowed his brow as he grumbled, “You ever speak fucking English?”
“You ever use your hands for anything but wanking? Give me your watch!” you demanded, pulling the chain from his side.
“That’s what that means?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.
“Half past, almost time,” you informed him. You ducked behind the bushes and waited, only to watch the maid stand at the back entrance smoking and leaning against the wall with a bored expression.
“Thought you said she left at half nine!” John confronted you angrily.
“She did every night last week! Erm…we’ll need her help then,” you reasoned, seeing no other way inside unless you had access to that door. “Make it worth her while, give her a cock and hen,” you suggested.
Only half listening to your suggestion, John grinned adjusting his cap, “Yeah, sort of my specialty. Glad you finally admit where my talents lie, sweetheart.”
“What? No, you daft prick! A tenner…go fucking bribe her!” you explained with a disgusted look.
John’s face turned red as he fished for his wallet. “I’m getting you a bloody dictionary for Christmas,” he mumbled as he ambled toward the girl.
“Save it for yourself, you ignorant twat!” you whispered after him, raising your middle finger into the darkness. He returned the gesture behind his back and you sighed, knowing you were in for a long evening.
Part 3-Shots Fired
#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders imagine#John Shelby#John Shelby x Solomons sister#John Shelby x you#John Shelby x y/n#John Shelby x reader
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A Sisterly Bond
Summary: Ada and Teddy don’t have much in common, but that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t make a good team
A/N: I just felt like writing again, and for Ada and Teddy in particular. I always imagine them getting on better and better as Teddy gets older. She’s still young in this one, so it’s a rocky relationship still 😂 anyways, hope you enjoy to whoever still is reading my stuff!
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“Teddy, would you be so kind as to give me my coat?”
“No.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Ada sighed, “why do you always have to be difficult?”
“Am not,” Teddy grumbled.” I just don’t see why I have to be your lady’s maid, just because you’re my sister.”
“Ooh, there’s a big word!” the older sister replied sarcastically.
“Tommy says all fancy rich ladies have a lady’s maid.”
“ ‘Tommy says’…” Ada rolled her eyes and Teddy stuck out her tongue at her.
In many ways, Ada and Teddy were nothing alike. There was the age gap, of course, but they also just seemed to have very little in common. Ada didn’t care much for family business, while Teddy wanted to know everything about everything. Ada tried her best to live her own life without her brothers interfering at every turn, whereas Teddy wanted to be like her brothers in every way. Ada made an effort to never care too much, unlike Teddy, who cared so much and didn’t have a problem showing it. Also, Ada wanted to go out in her fancy coat and high heels, and Teddy wanted to run free in her brother’s trousers and shirt.
Polly watched the two sisters and followed Teddy with her eyes as she stormed out the door in a huff. She then turned to Ada and said, “Would it kill you to just say a kind word to her every now and then?”
Ada had her nose back in the papers and shrugged, “I don’t know, Pol. Would it kill her to practise some good manners?”
“You know what she’s like.”
“Oh, I do,” she sighed, “I remember when she was born and you told me how nice it would be for me to have another girl in the family. Instead we got… Teddy.”
———
Nine-year-old Teddy Shelby was walking through the muddy streets and pretended she was a pirate. With a stick in hand, she fought off the assailants only she could see and shouted out battle cries. But in the chaos of Small Heath, no one really noticed her. And if they did, they simply thought: there goes Teddy Shelby…
Her playing was suddenly interrupted though by her youngest brother. “Aunt Polly says she wants you to go with Ada!” Finn shouted out, as he ran towards her.
“Why?” she sighed, exasperated.
“I don’t know. She needs help carrying things from the market?”
Teddy kicked a rock, “Can’t you do it?”
Finn shrugged again, “It’s a woman’s job, isn’t it.”
“Oh fuck off!” As Finn pouted a little, she added, “Please can you go? Ada doesn’t even like me…”
If there was one thing Finn couldn’t stand, it was seeing his little sister upset, so he agreed. “You know, Arthur is always with John. Ada likes me, but you’re Tommy’s favourite.”
“I know.”
“So it’s not that bad, right?” Finn tried hopefully.
“I suppose not.” But Teddy couldn’t help but feel a little sadness over it.
———
“Aunt Pol says I’m to get you ready for church.”
“I am ready,” Teddy motioned to her dress, which she hated so intensely.
Ada sighed, “What have you done to your knees now? They look like you’ve become the chimney sweep’s latest apprentice.”
“Why do you always have to badger me?” Teddy called out, full of frustration.
“Just… clean your knees before Polly sees,” she waved a hand and put on a hat.
Teddy started scrubbing furiously at her legs. Ada watched her and decided that maybe she should make an effort. So she asked, “What do you think of this hat? Does is suit me?”
“I don’t know,” the little girl shrugged, “it stays on so I’m guessing it fits your head?”
“Bloody hell, I don’t know why I even bother. Let’s go.”
———
In the late afternoon sun, Tommy was talking to a man about a horse. Next to him, a small girl was following the conversation intensely, trying to learn as much from the interaction as she could.
“I’ll give you four for her, but no more.”
“Can’t do less than six, mister Shelby,” the man slapped her brother’s hand, “She’s a good horse, that one. Strong.”
“She’s no war horse and I could have fucking five of her for that price. Four and a half.”
“I have a family to feed, sir. Five?”
Tommy shook his hand and that was that.
After he’d left, Teddy looked up and, like she’d been in the business for twenty years, said, “She’s worth at least ten, Tommy.”
“Is she?” he took a drag on his cigarette, but inside felt like he could burst with pride. Then he lifted Teddy up and planted her up onto the horse, “Go on, tell me what she’s like.”
As Teddy rode around the yard, Ada joined her brother. With her usual air of indifference, she commented, “Well, if it isn’t the big brother and his pride and joy.”
“Hello, Ada…”
“Did she persuade you into spending more money once again?”
“Look at her,” Tommy pointed, “She might be the best rider in all of Small Heath.”
Ada raised her eyebrows and mumbled, “High praise…” In truth, Ada was impressed. She’d always been the odd one out in the family when it came to horses. She never much cared for them and riding them had always been more of a chore than a pleasure.
“Why don’t you tell her how good she looks up on that horse, eh?”
“Me? Why the hell would I tell her?”
Tommy locked eyes with Ada, “Because it’s you she wants to hear it from.”
She laughed a little at that, “No, Tommy, it’s you she wants to hear it from. Everything she wants to hear from you.”
As Ada walked off again, Tommy called after her, “She is your only sister, Ada.”
“And what a joy she is,” but it didn’t come out that sarcastic this time.
After a few more minutes or riding, Teddy hopped down from the horse again. Her brother asked her some questions about the horse and she answered to the best of her abilities. But in between, Teddy carefully asked, “Was that Ada?”
“Yes, just on her way home from the Bullring.”
“Did she watch me ride?” Teddy asked in a small voice.
Tommy observed her for a second, “Now, why do you ask that?”
She shrugged her shoulders and turned away to brush off the horse, “Just curious.”
———
Polly was a modern woman in many ways, but not in every way. She might’ve even been insulted if you called her that. So, when it was time for the spring cleaning of the house, she asked the girls to help. Well, she didn’t really ask.
“Ada, you start on sweeping and Teddy you can follow her with the bucket.”
Both girls rolled their eyes so hard it had to hurt and Polly couldn’t help but notice how in those few seconds, they looked exactly alike.
“I’ll be in the back with the washing,” their aunt continued, leaving no room for arguments.
Cigarette in hand, Ada started sweeping the floors at her own leisurely pace.
“Hurry up, will you?” Teddy grumbled, “I have to wait on you to mop and I do have other things to do, you know.”
“Oh? And what important appointments might you have, you strange little idiot?”
“Don’t call me an idiot!” Teddy stomped down het foot, “and hurry the fuck up!”
“Swear again and I’ll give you a slap!”
“Go on then!”
Ada huffed and swung her broom, aiming for her annoying sister. Teddy ducked and laughed, “You’re too slow.”
“Teddy…” she sighed, “I don’t want to do this either and I don’t have the energy to fight you as well. Just shut up and get this done.”
“Fine. Go on then, work, unless you’re afraid you’ll break a fucking nail or something.”
That earned Teddy a firm smack around the head. Angrily, she picked up her bucket and threw its contents in Ada’s direction, instantly soaking her sister.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”
Aunt Polly came barging in the house after hearing Ada scream. Inside, she found a furious Teddy with one red cheek and an even more furious Ada, completely wet and dripping.
“I left you two alone for five fucking minutes,” she glared daggers, “and you can’t even behave for that long?”
Ada seemed to have found her composure again and grabbed another, dry, cigarette. “That’s what happens when you leave me with an actual fucking savage, Pol.”
“It’s not my fault! She started it!” Teddy fumed, “She called me an idiot and she does that all the time because she hates me!”
“Jesus Christ,” Polly lit a cigarette of her own, “Ada, go get changed and then you can continue the work outside. Teddy, you take over the sweeping. Probably my own fucking fault for thinking you could get along for half a day…”
With all the dignity she could muster in a soaked dress, Ada stalked off. Teddy picked up the broom and tried to avoid Polly’s eyes.
“I’ll have a word with her,” Polly said eventually, not without sympathy.
“Which is more than I’ll ever fucking have again,” Teddy spit.
“God,” Polly whispered to herself, “Why did you have to make them both so fucking stubborn?”
———
It was the evening after pay day, so all the pubs in Small Heath were filled to the brim. Normally, they didn’t serve women on their own, but Ada Shelby was the exception to the rule. Harry wouldn’t dare to refuse her.
“Here you go, Miss Shelby,” he said, as he handed her a drink.
She took it gratefully and went to sit down. The truth was, she was hoping to catch a glimpse of Freddie Thorne, but he hadn’t been in yet.
After fifteen minutes, she wanted another one and made her way over to the bar again. But the place was packed and it took too long for her liking. So, Ada went behind the bar and poured her own drink. Teddy watched her and smirked slightly. Deep down, she did admire her sister, simply because she wasn’t impressed by anything or anyone really.
At the same time, an older gentlemen strolled into the Garrison. He was dressed differently, looked like money, and had the confidence to match. Short as he was, he made up for it in attitude. Teddy didn’t know him and eyed him carefully.
Then he spotted Ada and made his way over. Leaning on the bar, he started talking to her, but Teddy couldn’t hear. She stood up and walked a little closer, while remaining invisible in the crowd.
“Come on, sweetheart, pretty girl like you all alone without a man?”
“Who says I am?” Ada shrugged, and Teddy could tell she was uncomfortable.
He smiled at her without humour, “How about I take you for a good time. You don’t want to be difficult, do you?”
Teddy frowned and felt the urge to spit at him. But instead she noticed how he was standing up on the little ledge of the bar, just a few inches off the ground. Cockily, he balanced on one leg, presumably to make up for the inches he lacked.
So the little girl grinned and just as he was telling Ada about all the things he had and could offer her, Teddy walked up to him and kicked him in the back of his knees. At once, he lost his balance and his legs buckled. And in one swift motion, he collapsed onto the bar and then fell flat on his arse.
The pub erupted in laughter.
Teddy joined in, but only got to celebrate her triumph for a few seconds. The man became furious and grabbed her, raising his hand to strike her. But before he could, Ada had grabbed a bottle and smashed it over his head. Afterwards, she calmly brushed the glass off her own coat and bit, “Now, piss off.”
“Yeah!” Teddy added, “Piss off!”
Ada looked down at her and grabbed her hand. She didn’t feel like waiting for what was to happen next, so she marched her little sister out of the pub.
Outside, neither said a word for a long time. Eventually, Ada was the first one to speak, “Would you mind explain what the bloody hell that was?”
Teddy shrugged, a little winded from having to run after Ada in her four inch heels, “I thought he was a bad man, so I didn’t want him to talk to you.”
Ada looked down at her strange little sister and felt a sudden surge of love for her, “He was a bad man. And I didn’t want him to talk to me.”
“Why?”
“Teddy… there are some good men out there…”
“Are there?”
“…but most of them are just bastards.”
Teddy pondered on that for a second, “How do you know which one is the not-bastard?”
Ada smiled, “Well, apparently, you already do. This one was not one of them.”
“So, you’re not mad at me for kicking him?” She tried carefully.
“Mad?” She laughed, “I thought it was bloody brilliant!”
Teddy smiled back up at Ada, beaming with pride.
“Thank you, Teddy, because for a moment, I did get scared.”
“I can come with you all the time, if you like!” her little sister quipped happily, “Keep watch for you?”
“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart, but I appreciate the offer.”
Casting her eyes down again, “Yeah, I know you don’t want me around…”
And quite abruptly, Ada stopped her in the streets, “Now wait a second, you strange little…” she quickly swallowed her words, “Teddy. Just because I don’t always like you, doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Do you understand?”
“No. That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Maybe not,” Ada marched on again and Teddy once again struggled to keep up, “but it will as soon as you find your own not-bastard!”
Teddy looked a little too pensive for Ada’s liking, so she said in her version of being comforting, “I’ll look out for you too and kick any man that gets to close, don’t worry.”
“What happened to you two?” Polly demanded, as her two nieces walked through the door.
“Nothing,” they both replied in unison.
Thomas looked from one to the other, “Tell me what happened.”
“We told you, Thomas, nothing happened,” Ada replied airily, while taking off her gloves.
“Teddy, you fucking tell me now.”
But even Teddy didn’t crumble under her brother’s piercing eyes this time. Instead, she looked up to Ada and said, “It’s nothing, Tommy. Just women’s business. Nothing for you to worry about.” She was now directly quoting her other female role model and Polly had no choice but to bend her head to hide her smile.
Ada smiled back at Teddy and left the room, with her little sister in tow.
“What the fuck was that?” Tommy sighed.
Polly replied, not without some smugness, “I believe that was a sisterly bond in action.”
“Should I be worried?”
“Yes.”
“Fucking hell,” he breathed, as he lit another cigarette.
Polly turned around to continue her work, “You’re outnumbered now, Thomas!”
Tommy tried to make a dismissive hand gesture, “There’s four of us, only two of them.”
“Yes, but they’re women, sweetheart, and women count for at least two men. Besides, they’re together now.”
This was all too much for the great leader of the Peaky Blinders to understand. There were some things, ‘women’s business’ as Teddy so elegantly had put it, that he tried to steer clear of. Still, he felt a pang of sadness over his little sister growing up. Maybe he was losing her.
“You won’t,” his aunt read his mind, “but you can’t protect her forever either.”
“If I can’t, who will?”
Polly smiled gently, “We will.”
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Masterlist
#peaky blinders#sister shelby#teddy shelby#Tommy Shelby#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders fluff#peaky blinders season 1#Ada Shelby#shelby!sister#sister!shelby#the Shelby clan#ada thorne#Thomas Shelby#peaky blinders headcanon#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky#a sisterly bond
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K’s Reading List — JUNE
Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.
June was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!
As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!
🌸 - denotes a story written for my 3K follower celebration — check it out here!
@raincoffeeandfandoms
The Case of the Missing Blogger - Luca Changretta (on-going series)
A taste of the forbidden - John Shelby x Reader blurb
Far across the distance (part 2) - Alfie Solomons x Reader (Titanic AU)
Bed is not always the best place - John Shelby x Reader blurb
What will never be - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Not Yet - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Rose - Alfie Solomons x OC
Not Real - Alfie Solomons x Reader blurb
@fallatyourfeet
Chasing Smiles - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Swanky Suits - Arthur Shelby x Reader
@zablife
Shots Fired - John Shelby x Reader blurb
The Runaway - John Shelby x Reader blurb
I’m Listening - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Charlie’s Lullaby - Tommy Shelby x OC
@lis-likes-fics
Dark, Dirty Secrets - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains several 🔞 NSFW/dark themes — read warnings and author’s note!
@sneakyblinders
supersitition (part 2) - Modern!Tommy Shelby x OC — contains some 🔞 mature themes! (on-going series)
@dearshelby
Start over - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Shelby Marriages - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@gypsy-girl-08
Blind Date - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Dangerously In Love - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@peakyswritings
Lilith - Arthur Shelby x Reader
Gilded Prison - Tommy Shelby x Reader — 🌸
Him and I - John Shelby x Reader
@shelbydelrey
Stranger - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Soft - Tommy Shelby x Reader
Reminisce - May Carleton x Reader
Not that Kind of Person - May Carleton x Reader
@jomarch-wannabe
What’s going on? - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Just need you - Tommy Shelby x Reader
@look-at-the-soul
The one - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
My refuge - Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader — 🌸
@teenwolf-theoriginals
mr giraffe - Tommy Shelby x Reader
the boys - Tommy Shelby x Reader
evening shelby chaos - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
good girl - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@holacia3
Bicker all the way - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
Last year’s secret - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@acewritesfics
Uncovering Truths - Jay Halstead x OC (on-going series)
Midnight Kiss - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — 🌸
@peakyltd
A Sunny Afternoon - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb
Nothing but you - John Shelby x Reader
@brummiereader
Killing Me Softly - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — contains dark themes!
@little-diable
Tangled Faith - Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going mini series) — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
Fine and Mellow - Tommy Shelby x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!
@evita-shelby
In the bleak midwinter - Tommy Shelby blurb
Broken hearts all around - Luca Changretta blurb
@noforkingclue
Tommy Shelby blurb
@padfootdaredmetoo
Allergies - Dad!Tommy Shelby (paired with Lizzie)
@there-goes-thefighter
Minutes to Midnight - Tommy Shelby (on-going series)
@peakbys
Homecoming - Tommy Shelby x Reader , Arthur Shelby x Reader (on-going series)
@call-sign-shark
It’s Not Hell…If You Like the Way It Burns - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb — contains slight 🔞 themes!
What If Heaven Would Have Been With Someone Else? - Shelby Brothers x OC blurbs
@emotionalcadaver
Thunder - Tommy Shelby x OC
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I’m making another one
(Part 1) - because there’s a tagging limit
It’s because of the fact that I’ve read some really good fluff recently and everyone else should as well. Also exam procrastination as always
Some parent ones in Tommy section, but most of the rest are mutual pining, best friends, cute misunderstandings working themselves out, Early relationship things, and shenanigans
Peaky blinders but it’s really just Tommy
Keep us safe by @zablife
The resolution was like taking a deep breath
Tachipen and two Shelby men
Swimming lessons by @vintunnavaa
This one in particular I read and reread a lot and I can’t exactly pinpoint why I love it so much
gentle love, who you love
Drabble by @acewritesfics, a daughters return
They happen to both be cute kid fics
Well, what about the Dog by @runnning-outof-time
I’m a big fan of when Tommy’s wife doesn’t give him a choice regarding domestic things. It’s very fun for me
The silver lining
well spoken by @notyour-valentine
This man and finding himself around intelligent women 🤝
Under his Eye by @queenshelby
This one creeps me out a bit because HT creeps me out but I so want to know what happens next
Lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia
This one is a very cute Halloween fic
It was an accident by @kiki0005
The aftermath of the accident is cute and funny
Afternoon Shelby Chaos by @teenwolf-theoriginals
This whole collection based on this family is very locute. They’re so loving and 🥰
A friend literally said to me years ago, every time I open your phone you’re reading Bucky fics, and it’s still true:
Well not so much anymore but I still read:
Blurb by @angrythingstarlight
Because bee is the cutest baby ever
Valentine by @softlyspector
Pining and hesitant action is my jam in fics
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
It’s ongoing but I’m really enjoying it
All wrapped up by @jobean12-blog
It’s a Chrismatime fic and it’s adorable!
I like you a latte by @moonstruckbucky
It’s a coffee shop au what more do you need
Easy by @jadedvibes
It’s the cute beginnings of a relationship and they’re being all sweet and learning each other
Bribe the super by @real-jane
There’s a heat wave, there’s an entangled friend group, and they both sort of stalk each other with help from a store owner.
When morning comes by @pellucid-constellations
Besties at different points but they try and remain connected at heart and 😍
These one are Steve fics:
Mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart
Christmas cute kid fic
First date by @navybrat817
They go on a cute date and deal with a mini, kind of funny misunderstanding
My favourite what if part 2 by @imhereforbvcky
There’s drunk coffee, gardening, Sarah Rogers, and forever in love besties
Pick Her poison
Coffee shop meet cute
Then of course because I am a child of this millennium, some TASM! Peter as well, not all, but most:
Zoo blurb by @webslingingslasher
Honestly, I’m not sure which Peter this is but it’s cute
I swear I don’t know who that man is
Tarrent is indeed a character and the whole thing is a journey
Like me, like you by @privateanxieties
I don’t know why I enjoy body switch stories but I do And I am anxiously awaiting the finale
Shampoo and heartbreak. Apple stem
Pairing by @spider-stark
It’s a case of shenanigans stemming from pining and I’m a fan
Bloody love by @parkerpeter24
This one is kinda sad
Daughters will love like you do by @waitimcomingtoo
Babysitter!peter helps everyone
Some light voyeurism
This one by @forever-rogue
Spidey identity and anxiety fueled decisions. It all works out very nicely
Meet cute. By @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters
Meet cute and is very cute
You ain’t nothing by @withahappyrefrain
Actually just read all her Peter stuff. The mob!peter au 🥰 like this one
Forest scenario by @vendettaparker
Text message fic
Webbed troubles by @curseofaphrodite
They’re both so stupid and I love it !!!
Hey babe I love you by @oracleofapollon
It’s best friends to lovers
Stranger things, but it’s really just Steve + Eddie fics
Baby by @cosmal
It’s so cute
Crush by @call-me-eds
There’s a misunderstanding but it’s not what you think
Wayne’s world by @queenimmadolla
A sudden birth I cried so much
It’s a date by @luveline
And no, he does not stop staring even after the date
Waiting for forgiveness by @iveseenstrangerthings
There’s a party, there’s a misunderstanding, they’re besties
Secrets out by @steddielvr
Well that kid can’t keep his mouth shut
Best friends and cosmos by @taylorbrooke1230
I like those you’re just noticing!? Moments
Safe space by @chervbs
So 🥰
Tied with a bow by @angrymilfs
There’s Flowers and cuteness
This one by @plainemmanem
They’re coworkers this time and someone is smitten
Nothing compares by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
Later life and smiles
Oops I love you by @earthgirl616
Just best friends they say
Then all the others that I can’t categorize but still love and cherish :
Horacio Carillo
This blurb by @tropes-and-tales
Alone for the holidays, love struck
Just like always by @drabbles-mc
Din djarin
Significant by @softlyspector
This one is a case of I don’t even go here. But I just about die for mutual pining and this one has it
Andy barber
What Andy wants by @theycallmebecca
I like this one. One person not realizing what everyone else sees clearly. 
Matt Murdock
You what? By @babyboiboyega
Coffee shop woes by @courtforshort15
F1 imagine
Forgive me, what? By @lovingperfectionsblog
#tommy shelby fanfic#tommy shelby x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barns fanfiction#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#Steve Rogers fanfiction#fic rec#best friends to lovers#cute kid fic#meet cute#peter parker fanfiction#tasm!peter x reader#peter parker x reader#fic rec masterlist#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington x reader#Steve Harrington fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#horacio carrillo x reader#matt murdock x reader#f1 imagine#andy barber fanfic#din djarin fanfiction
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afternoon shelby chaos
pairing: tommy shelby x reader
warning: mild swearing
summary: you don't feel well, so tommy looks after the children
"Alright, what are the rules?". Tommy asked, looking up and down the line from youngest to oldest - Florence (6), Theo (11), Charlie (12) and Ava (15) - all stood in the foyer, called upon to a family meeting to sort out how the day was going to go.
Theo shot his hand sky high, proudly reciting. "No running. No making loud noises. And no bothering Mama while she rests".
"That's right. If we play inside, it's quiet playing. Mama isn't feeling well”. Another hand rose. "Yes, Florence?".
"Is she going to be okay?".
"She will be fine, Flo. All she needs is rest".
Florence breathed a sigh of relief, clutching her giraffe for comfort. Beside her Theo patted her shoulder, providing some additional brotherly comfort, which Florence happily took.
"Can we go play now?". Charlie asked.
Tommy nodded, his eyes trained on Ava, whose interest had been elsewhere. She avoided eye contact making her way upstairs. The other three children scattered to the living room. Florence played with her doll house, and the boys opted for drawing to occupy their time. Tommy ventured to his office, having put off sorting through the documents and papers on his desk long enough. By mid-afternoon, the quiet lifted. Voices growing in equal parts frustration and anger. Tommy stormed from his office, Flo and Theo stomping into the foyer.
"What did I say the rules were, eh?". Tommy sternly asked, eyes narrowing in on his two children.
They stood in front of his office door, glancing down at the hardwood floor, replying in unison. "No making loud noises".
"Then why are we yelling?".
Within seconds Theo and Florence began talking over each other, making more noise than their stomping. Tommy put up his hand, and silence immediately followed.
"Flo, you go first".
Her innocent blue eyes peered up at Tommy. She knew how to use them as well as he did. They were Tommy’s kryptonite. Although, he never admitted it. But you knew Flo had him wrapped around her finger.
"Theo hid my giraffe and won't tell me where".
Tommy turned to Theo, knowing how mischievous his son could be. Learning all the tricks and skills from John and Arthur, despite Tommy’s disapproval.
"Where's her giraffe, Theo?".
"I didn't take it!"
"Yes, you did!" Florence shouted back.
"You're being a baby. It's just a stupid toy".
Her eyes watered. To her, Mr Giraffe was precious. Clutched in her tiny hands since birth. Mr Giraffe had gotten her through bad dreams, celebrated every Birthday and survived getting lost in Johnny Dogs camp.
Tommy stepped forward, eyes on Theo. "Tell me where you hid the giraffe, and then apologize to your sister".
"I didn't take it". Theo crossed his arms.
"Alright, then who did?".
"I did". Charlie walked in, holding the giraffe. He handed it back, apologizing to Florence for upsetting her. She happily accepted, kissed Charlie on the cheek and skipped off to her room to take care of Mr Giraffe.
"I'm sorry, dad. I didn't want Charlie to get into trouble".
"I told Theo not to do it. I can handle trouble".
Tommy lightly chuckled. Both Shelby's through and through. "Don't steal your sister’s giraffe ever again, alright?. Either of you. You're supposed to protect her, not make her upset".
"We will. Promise". They each replied.
"Good, lads. Now, go play".
As they quietly ran off, Ava wandered down the stairs, almost making it to the door, but the damn creak of the floor alerted Tommy.
"Where are you going?". He asked, walking towards his eldest.
"To Johnny Dogs camp. Mum said I could go".
"You asked your mother when she's supposed to be resting".
"No, I asked her yesterday".
Tommy sighed, one crisis adverted and within seconds another took its place. "You stay here, alright. Help look after your brothers and sister".
"I have plans, dad. I'm not going to give them up to play babysitter".
"You will do whatever I say. No running off to Johnny Dogs camp".
"That is so unfair!” Ava remarked. “Mum said I could go".
"And now I'm saying you can't. Don't think I don't know why you're sneaking off. That boy you've been fooling around with stops right now, understand?. No more sneaking off to the river. No more fucking late nights".
“I’ll be home by 9″.
"Ava, don't you dare walk out that fucking door!”. He ordered, watching his daughter defy his authority and leave with no regret. “Ava!"
The three younger kids lined up on the first step, watching the scene unfold. Flo spoke first, her soft voice, partly soothing Tommy’s anger. "Daddy, we're not supposed to be making loud noises".
"Forgive me, sweetheart. Daddy's temper got the best of him".
"Where's Ava going?". Theo quizzed, tilting his head to get a better angle on Ava walking across the stone-gravel driveway before the door closed.
"Clearly to suck face with that Rob guy". Charlie responded, nudging his brother. Theo nudged back, sticking out his tongue.
"That's enough, both of you. Off you three go and wash up for dinner".
The boys ran off, betting each other whoever finished last had to take the smaller slice of cake for dessert. Florence smoothed Mr. Giraffe’s fur, curiosity promoting her next question.
"Daddy? What does suck face mean?"
Picking her up with ease, Tommy tickled her, causing a marvelous sound of giggles to erupt. "Something you're not allowed to do until your 30". She nodded, wrapping her arms around Tommy's neck.
As the children settled into dinner with Frances’ help, Tommy opted for a peaceful cigarette in his office before heading upstairs to check on you.
"How are you feeling, love?".
"Tired. How are the children?".
"They are fine. Eating dinner as we speak". Sinking onto the bed, you carefully moved to massage his shoulders.
"What did Ava do?".
"Left to go to Johnny Dogs camp".
"I told her she could go. Why are you so upset about it?".
He exhaled, rubbing his temple to lessen the afternoon headache. "Our daughter is seeing Johnny's cousin or distant cousin, whatever the fuck he is. And I don't like it alright".
"Tommy, sweetheart. I already have one headache, please don't give me another".
"You're alright with this, eh?".
"With Ava growing up, we kinda have to be. So you better start getting used to the idea of her dating”.
“Not going to happen, love”.
You chuckled, expecting nothing less than over-protective tendencies from Tommy, especially when it came to his children. Laying back down, Tommy’s hand settled on your stomach. "Do you want some more tea?".
You shook your head, having too many cups of tea already. “When are we going to tell them?"
"A few more days".
"Maybe Ava's already figured it out". You pondered, having thought all day about the cause of Ava’s sudden mood shift and rebellious behaviour.
"You think she's acting out because you're pregnant?".
”It's a thought that's crossed my mind. For a while, it was just three of us. Then Charlie came, then Theo and a few years later came Florence. Now, we have another little Shelby on the way. I'm worried that Ava may feel left out, overshadowed".
Tommy thought about it for a moment, adding up Ava’s recent behaviour with the new information you presented. She had been quiet and distant, often keeping to her room, as well as challenging even the most basic rules set out for all the children. Never had Ava been so brazen in behaviour or attitude, not until a few weeks ago.
"Ava was our first born. She'll always matter to me in a different way". He replied, thinking back on the day Ava was brought home. Tommy was a nervous wreck, although, he did not show it. Often when you slept he would stand in the nursery door threshold, watching over Ava.
"I know. Maybe we need to remind her of that".
Hearing Ava's footsteps make their way upstairs, you tapped Tommy’s shoulder. He stood, coming back with a reluctant daughter. Her shoulders relaxed when she saw your reassuring smile that a lecture was not awaiting.
"How was your night, darling?".
Tommy grimaced as he sat back down, you gently placing a hand on his thigh to calm him.
"Fine. Are you feeling any better?"
"A little". You smiled, patting the space beside you. As Ava sat, Tommy gave the two of you some space, leaning on the vanity. "You know that I'm pregnant, don't you?".
"I overheard you telling dad".
"Sweetheart, that was weeks ago. Why didn't you say anything?".
"Why haven't you?".
Your eyes flickered to Tommy, he nodded, encouraging any answer you gave he would support. "We were waiting for the right time. And I know you hate change. And the addition of another sibling is a very big change. But I want you to know, your father and I will always have enough love for you".
"Promise?".
"With all my heart". You replied, beckoning her over for a hug.
Looking from you to Tommy, Ava’s mood began to improve. "You both know whether this baby is a boy or girl, one of us we'll be uneven".
Tommy smiled. "She makes a good point, love".
"Alright, settle down. Let's just wait until this Shelby is born before we start talking about adding another one".
Ava laughed, sharing one more piece of knowledge. "Also, Uncle John and Arthur have placed bets".
"They've done what now?". Tommy straightened, his interest peaking.
"John, Finn, Lizzie and Isaiah have all placed money on a boy. And Ada, Polly, Arthur and Linda have all said it’s a girl. And Aunt Polly is never wrong. She predicted all of us". Kissing you on the cheek, Ava bid each of you a good night.
Once the door closed, Tommy unbuttoned his shirt, sensing your stare and what it meant. "Tomorrow, I will talk to them about the bets".
"Thank you". You placed your hands on your stomach, drifting off in thought. "She's right. Polly’s never been wrong. And Florence isn't going to like that. She hates when your attention isn't on her".
"Sounds like someone else I know". He smirked, kissing your shoulder. Making himself comfortable, Tommy rested most of his weight on his arm. Rubbing in slow circular motions, careful to not upset your stomach. "Another girl, eh. What shall we name her?".
"I think it's your turn to decide. I named Florence".
"No, you named Theo and Ava. I named Florence and Charlie". He confidently remarked.
"Tommy, you did not name our daughter. I remember laying in this very bed, seven months pregnant and telling you I liked the name Florence".
"Alright, alright. It's my turn to name our daughter".
You smiled in between the kiss, resting your hand over his. The task of choosing a name never went smoothly, and this time was going to be no different. "How about we name her together this time".
"Fair enough. We'll even let the kids have a say".
"That is not going to end well".
"They'll want to be involved. There is no harm in letting them write down a name each".
You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his idea, already knowing that Florence’s paper would be blank, Ava’s would have at least three names and the boys would turn it into a contest rather than a helpful suggestion.
Looking over at Tommy, you kissed him again, moving to lay against his chest. "Tommy, after our daughter is born, try to not get me pregnant again".
"I'll try. But I can't make any promises. Especially if my wife can’t keep her hands off me". He smirked, specifically thinking of the memory after Charlie was born. You hadn’t craved Tommy’s touch more, pouting when other matters took his attention from you. In his office, several empty rooms, the bedroom and even under an old oak tree coming home from a party, Tommy couldn’t refuse his wife’s needs. Resulting in another pregnancy which came as no surprise. Nine months later, Theo was born.
“After this, I will be keeping my hands to myself”.
“I believe that’s what you said last time, love. And then we ended up with two more children”. He whispered, pressing his lips to your neck.
"Well, forgive me for liking my husband’s attention".
Tommy chuckled, leaning back against the pillow as you relaxed more in his arms. Both minds swirling with possible baby names.
#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#writing#shelby family chaos#afternoon shelby chaos
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How I think each of the s1 and s2 Empires characters would react to seeing each other.
False is kinda terrified of Pearl, but overall thinks she's cool. Pearl wants False to be her new sparring buddy (like, the woman built a machine to murder giant hunks of metal and wears clothes she pilfered from a corpse, of course Pearl would love her). False doesnt understand that this is a statement of affection and is even more terrified.
The Scotts are just the 'Misery and CPR' meme. Elf Scott keeps talking about his demon brother and tragic backstoryTM, and the Chromia king just goes "oh yea a magic skull stole my eyeball and a wizard gave me a new one.' Eventually they start talking about their bfs and become friends ('my husband rescued me from a dungeon so I built him a cave full of his favorite things' 'nice. My boyfriend just shows up randomly and gives me wood').
The Jimmys absolutely confuse the hell out of each other. The Codfather just off-handedly talks about his traumatic past in between bouts of how awesome his sister and brother-in-law are. He's a god and totally unbothered by it, while the Sheriff keeps grumbling about God calling him a toy when he is Not A Toy. They introduce each other to the other Norman.
The Sausages just point at each other like the spiderman meme. They joke about their trauma while still smiling. They coo over Bubbles together. The protector of Sanctuary talks about Eddie and Hermes. The king of Mythland talks about his little siblings and how much he loves them; he also mentions his best friend who sounds suspiciously similar to the sunflower goddess...
The Joels HATE each other. God Joel keeps making fun of the Mad King for being short and made of clay and he just laughs his ass off, doesnt acknowledge him, and rants about how amazing his fish wife is. God Joel feels insecure and angry, the Mad King is offended because someone is ignore how AMAZING AND WONDERFUL his wife is.
The Pixls have a wonderful afternoon drinking and spilling tea. They discuss philosphy and history, they lovingly make fun of Jimmy, they compliment each other's empires.
Shrub and Shelby are instant friends. Shrub is kinda scared of Shelby because witches could mean bad news, but Shelby instantly introduces Tortoise and all goes well. They talk about their different magic, Shelby gives a whole bundle of potions to the wolves. They talk about how cute Katherine is and mom-friend Joey.
The Joeys respect each other. They arent that close, but they think each other are cool. They fight over if Katherine or Xornoth is better; neither wins but they have fun coming up with compliments for the people they like (they also talk as if said objects of affection love them back).
The Katherines go monster hunting together. Overgrown Katherine talks about her awesome gnome gf. Glimmer Grove Katherine complains about her suitor that cant seem to understand that she isnt a pirate.
At first, the fWhips bond over chaos and destruction. 'I put wardens in half the server's bases to thank them for coming to my wedding' 'I created a ravine.' All goes well until Jimmy gets brought up. Count fWhip complains about the whole 'board of dead salmon' thing, and Goblin fWhip jumps to his defense. They get into a big ol fight and make up a little while later.
The Gems, while amicable, dont really like each other. Wizard Gem thinks Princess Gem's a scardy cat, and Princess Gem thinks Wizard Gem is too intense and a little scary. They do have fun talking about fWhip and Sausage though.
Mayor Lizzie is both a little intimidated by the ocean enpress, and also thinks she's super cool. She's an actual strong, tall, powerful god (unlike the one from Stratos). She is a little scary, though, cause of the army of axolotls and the whole water thing. The ocean empress thinks she's nice (and kinda funny); Mayor Lizzie really reminds her of her friend with his empire of cats before he got corrupted...
#empires smp#solidaritygaming#empires#esmp#empires smp season one#empires smp season two#empires spoilers#headcannons#esmp headcanons#dangthatsalongname#falsesymmetry#pearlescentmoon#mythicalsausage#smallishbeans#pixlriffs#shubble#joey graceffa#katherine elizabeth gaming#fwhip#geminitay#ldshadowlady#long post#seablings#roseblings#nature wives#flower husbands#whatever Scott and Sausage are called
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'This was supposed to be different.'-Finn Shelby x Reader
(GIF credit to @siriuslyshewrote)
MASTERLIST
Requested by anonymous: 'Hi! If you are taking requests can I ask for Finn Shelby and numbers 13, 18 and 19 from the prompt list? My mind went from wanting something romantic to let's create chaos with Finn and try and fail to hide it from his family lol'
Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, mentions of Shelby family
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
(Y/L/N)=Your last name
Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff
13) Well, this is romantic
18) Everyone is staring
19) They definitely heard us
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(Y/N) held back a sigh as she felt another large drop of water hit her head, shivering in the cold despite being wrapped up in a coat and having her boyfriend's arms around her. She didn't want to upset Finn, he had tried really heard, but she just wasn't having a good time.
"Well, this romantic." (Y/N) tried to lighten the mood.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even think about the weather."
Finn had showed up at (Y/N)'s door that morning, having planned a spontaneous picnic date. She had been delighted, he was so cute with his basket of food and blanket wrapped under his arm. But only minutes after they found a spot, settling down and digging into the sandwiches, the rain started to pour. They haphazardly picked up the blanket with the food and basket inside, running for the shelter of the trees, which wasn't doing much in keeping them dry.
"Finn, I don't think the rain is going to stop."
"It might. Let's give it another five minutes."
"You said that fifteen minutes ago."
"Do you want to go home?"
She nodded."I appreciate this my love, but I don't think we should stay out in the rain, we'll get cold."
She didn't like seeing how down he was about this. It wasn't his fault that the rain came, he just hadn't thought to check the weather. (Y/N) smiled up at him, pulling his face towards hers by the back of his neck, and kissing him. She was happy to see him smile back, standing up and offering a hand out to him before they ran back to the car.
It was almost as if the weather was mocking the couple, because when they returned to Small Heath the sun was shining. Finn whined and moaned, making his girlfriend laugh. Instead of heading home, Finn took a sharp turn, making (Y/N) grab onto the inside of the car. She had no idea where he was going, he wouldn't tell her. He parked up by the side of the road by a field, getting out without a word.
"And what are we doing now?" (Y/N) asked as he opened her door.
"Well, we need to finish our picnic."
"I suppose we do. You know what, Finn?"
"What?"
"You really are a hopeless romantic."
Luckily the couple were able to spend the rest of the afternoon finishing their food in the sun. They were so incredibly loved up, and although you could say it was young love, there was definitely a slither of maturity in them both that reflected off of each other. They both found that they had been thinking more about their futures since they decided to become serious. Of course both had though about marriage, what sort of house they might want to live in, basic ideas of their future, but that was before they had each other. The couple had been so giddy and bashful the first time they spoke about the topic of their possible future; the idea of being with each other everyday was very exciting.
The only problem was that the rest of the Shelby's didn't actually know about (Y/N). This had nothing to do with Finn being ashamed of her, or wanting to hide what they had. They never asked for one, they never even asked Finn how his day was. And when he finally tried to speak up about it, his family only spat back at him, saying to marry a woman who didn't like the life, or tease about how he was still a virgin and was making this up to make them think otherwise. He stopped trying, he was happy with his relationship as it was, why let his family ruin it?
(Y/N) had been hurt at first, for quite a while actually. She thought Finn was lying. Her friends had always said about how much boys lie just so they could have their way with you. But Finn wouldn't be taking her out on dates, getting her presents or simply just talking to each other if he wanted a quick shag. He was a Shelby, it was easy for him. And that was another thing that worried (Y/N). If the family didn't like her, and Finn chose them over her, he could easily have another girl on his arm within a day. She didn't voice her opinion a lot (which she should have done), she knew it was hard being part of the Shelby family. However, her love for him was indescribable, (Y/N) had had silly crushes in the past, been out with a few boys but she never felt the way she did about Finn with any of them.
After Finn dropped (Y/N) home, the hardest part of any day, his whole demeanor changed. He didn't want to see his moody family after such a pleasant day. He also wished he could boast about his gorgeous girlfriend. They would love her if they gave (Y/N) the chance.
"Where have you been?" Polly asked as soon as he stepped through the door.
Finn sighed as he took off his coat and hat."Out with my mates."
"A likely story. Come on, your brothers are waiting."ct4
Of course they were, it was no doubt a family meeting. He slumped towards the front room, falling back into the spare spot on the sofa.
"Here he is, fucking finally." Arthur bellowed.
"No one told me there was a meeting."
"You weren't even nearby, no one could find you. Where were you?"
"I just told Pol, I was with my friends."
Tommy huffed."It doesn't matter where he's been. Let's get on with it."
As they began the meeting, Finn could feel and the doom and gloom seeping into himself. It was so depressing here sometimes. He knew he should he grateful for what his brothers provided them with but it didn't come without danger. If he wasn't so sure (Y/N) could handle herself (and his family) he wouldn't have started dating her. He realised he had to keep her safe, teach her a few things about self defence, which he had prayed wouldn't scare her off.
"Whatever girl you're seeing, forget about her." Polly told Finn after the meeting.
Not this again.
"Why don't any of you ever believe what I say?"
"Because your smile wiped off your face as soon as you stepped into the house. And you don't smile like that around your 'mates'."
"Alright, so if I have a girl, why should I do what you say? What if we're happy together?"
"She likes being with a Shelby, it's the name, Finn."
"So no one will like me for me, right?"
"No, Finn I didn't mean-"
Finn brushed past her and headed upstairs."Night Pol."
He was restless that night, tossing and turning but finding no peace. He felt slightly bad for how he spoke to his aunt, but she could sometimes be just as bad as the others. All he wanted to do was see (Y/N), then he would be at comfort.
Finn wouldn't have to wait as long as he thought. The next morning he was alone in the house until someone knocked on the door. Not a lot of people would have the nerve to knock on a Shelby's door, making him cautious. When he slowly opened the door to see (Y/N) he was both surprised and ecstatic to see her.
"What are you doing here love?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"If you weren't smiling, I would have been offended at that question."
"Sorry, but you know you shouldn't have come without telling me."
It had become a rule to not meet at Finn's house, in case his family saw her before him and scared her off, or were just plain rude to her.
"Well, I had to return this." she held up his pocket watch."Found in beside mum's flower bed."
Finn took it from her, he hadn't even realised he lost it."Oh, thanks. What would I do without you?"
He leaned down to peck her on the lips, noticing her smile dropped slightly when they pulled away.
"(Y/N), what's wrong? I know when you're sad."
"I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Fuck, you're not pregnant are you?"
"No! Can I please come inside?"
Finn glanced behind him, despite no one else being home. They wouldn't be back for a few hours, he was safe. Standing back, he gestured for her to step inside, watching as she looked around the place. She had never seen the inside of Finn's house before, trying to take it all in, in case the opportunity never came again.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Finn asked as they sat down in the front room.
She saw him clutching at the watch, bouncing his knee. He was nervous.
"I've just been thinking about a lot of things to do with us."
Shit, was his worst fear coming true?
"Us? Has my family said something to you?"
"No, and that's the problem."
"What?"
"Finn, we've been together for a while now. And I understand I've not properly met your family due to some circumstances, but it's not normal."
"My family aren't normal."
"And I understand that, but...I feel like you're trying to hint at something."
"If you're on about me not wanting you around anymore then you're completely wrong. I don't want to subject you to their nastiness. They literally don't give two shits about me anymore, so they won't care about you. I'm sorry (Y/N), that's just the way my fucked up family is."
"Maybe if we show them how serious we are, talk about our plans, they might listen. They'll see you as a grown up."
"And if they're not? If they don't care about us and are disrespectful to you?"
"I don't care. We have to at least try."
Finn ran a hand down his face, contemplating what she was saying. He knew what she meant, it wasn't fair that he was hiding her away. It wasn't fair that he had met her family and spent time with them and not even attempted to introduce her. He was just so scared of losing her, he could see his family ruining it all for him.
"I...I don't know (Y/N)."
She stood out of frustration, raising her voice."Why not? How would you feel if I hid you away from my family? I always have to lie when people ask have I met the famous Shelby family. My parents think I've met them too. I didn't want them to get angry with you. But now, it's starting to get to me, I just don't think it's fair."
"You know the situation I'm in. And you've also got to think, do you really want this? Do you want to be stuck with a disfunctional family that are a ruthless gang, with enemies everywhere they step?"
"Yes! Because I have you, Finn! If I didn't love you so much then I would have left a long time ago!"
Finn heard all too familiar voice outside, panic instantly setting it. Without a word, he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, pulling her upstairs. She almost toppled over as she struggled to keep up with his long legs, stumbling through to Finn's bedroom. He closed the door, not slamming in as to not alert his family. He was breathing heavily, listening to his family walking into the house, muffled voices telling him there were multiple people inside.
"What the hell Finn? You're literally hiding me away from your family!"
"It's a lot to think about!" he harshly whispered.
"Finn, if you loved me then none of this would matter. I understand you're hesitant to tell your family-"
"Well clearly you don't understand, because you wouldn't keep nagging me about it."
"Nagging you? Nagging you?! I'm asking for a simple thing Finn. If we're going to have the future together that we planned, I'll have to meet them at some point."
"We'll just leave, we won't see them. It's not like they'll care."
"I can't make you do that Finn, as sweet as that is. I don't want to run from them. I want them to be part of our lives."
"You might change your mind after you meet them."
"So I will be meeting them?"
"That's all you took from that?"
"I'm actually getting angry Finn, I don't want us to argue."
"What have we been doing for the last ten minutes?"
"What if I told them myself? What if I go down there right now? And you can tell everyone how I'm just a girl you're sleeping with, you can make up a lie because that's what you would do. You wouldn't even admit it!"
"I would never say that about you!"
"I'm going home, Finn. I'll talk to you when you remember I'm your girlfriend who you're supposed to love."
Finn immediately blocked the door. (Y/N) huffed, frowning at him.
"You're not just my girlfriend now."
"What?"
Finn made a beeline for his bedside table, angrily opening the drawer and taking something out of it. (Y/N) couldn't see what it was as he had his back to her. She watched as he took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing slightly before he turned around.
"This was supposed to be different. I know I've been a shit boyfriend. I know you're upset about not meeting my family. I am not ashamed of you, I couldn't be prouder of you and I love to show you off. You're gorgeous, you're perfect, I'm incredibly lucky to be able to call you mine. Not only that, but you're so caring, you look after me, even after I come in after a stupid gun fight which I never tell you about, but that will change. I need to let you into my life more, you deserve to know what's happening. And I'm sorry for making you upset, you have every right to be mad at me. I want to change all that, and to prove my love for you," he lowered down onto one knee, producing a ring box from behind his back, opening it to reveal the engagement ring (Y/N) had desired,"I need to ask you something. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"
(Y/N) had started crying as soon as he got down on one knee, overwhelmed with happiness. She was in hysterics as she screamed 'yes' over and over, jumping up and down. He laughed as he slipped the ring on her finger, scooping her up into his arms. They hugged tightly, kissing each other multiple times and passionately. After a few minutes, he set her back down, sharing one last kiss.
"They definitely heard us." (Y/N) giggled.
"They definitely heard you."
They were both correct when they heard movement downstairs, soon after footsteps coming upstairs. Finn sighed, he had to face them now.
"Finn," it was Tommy,"finish off with the girl, pay her dues and send her on her way."
Finn was instantly fuming at his brother's words. How dare he talk about (Y/N) in that way?! Without thinking, he threw open the door, Polly was also there.
"Don't talk about (Y/N) like that ever again! She is not a whore, she is not having sex with me for money. (Y/N) is my fiance, and I am going to marry her. No, she's not pregnant, I've proposed because I want to spend the rest of my life with her. So she's going to be a Shelby, and you're going to give her the respect she deserves. "
Polly glanced back at the young girl, looking her up and down. She had to admit, the girl wasn't backing down. She was looking strong, and not intimidated.
"Are you fucking serious?" Tommy mumbled.
"Yes. Meet (Y/N) (Y/L/N), soon to be (Y/N) Shelby, your sister-in-law."
"Whatever. Bring her downstairs."
Tommy turned around, Polly following after him, but not without another glance at the couple.
(Y/N) had appreciated Finn sticking up for her. It was so sweet, he had proven his love, though not exactly in the way they wanted; but they realised it didn't really matter how he proposed, they just wanted to be together and that was enough.
"Shit, am I really going down there to meet them?" (Y/N) suddenly grew nervous.
"You had some big balls earlier, backing out now?" Finn teased.
"Stop, this is serious."
"I'll be beside you the whole time. You're my girl, you always will be."
Finn kept a tight hold of her hand as they made their way downstairs. He could feel her hands getting clammy, quickly placing a kiss on the back of it. He knew she would be fine, she was strong, but her being nervous meant she cared.
As they entered the front room, they saw Thomas, Polly, Arthur and John. God, it was all of them. They sat on the only sofa available.
"Everyone is staring." (Y/N) subtly whispered.
"Let them. You're a fucking Shelby now, you're family and you're mine."
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Loose Cannon|| Arthur Shelby x Reader
Summary: The heatwave continues and you have an excellent --and illegal -- idea to refresh yourself... To Arthur's greatest despair. But let's be honest, your antics only make him fall harder for you || . Modern!Peaky AU Loose Cannon
Words: 4.2k
TW: language, mutual pinning, unresolved sexual tension, idiots in love, physical description of the MC, quick allusion to child abuse, no proofreading we die like John.
Notes: Each part is individual and can be read as one-shots in no particular order.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” A painful moan escaped from your quivering lips, your voice rendered croaky by all the effort. If your heart could break free from your ribcage it would have done it already but yet he was, drumming and agonizing in a prison of bones.
“Shut up and take it.” A low growl underlined by a light tremor of fatigue replied to you, its owner wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand as he kept on moving increasingly faster. The cacophony of his pulse hammering in his temples almost covered your complaints but, unfortunately for him, it wasn’t enough, and still heard you scream at him. Arthur should have known that you wouldn’t be docile.
“You’re torturing me!! I’ll sue you, Arthur Shelby!” Forced to pause between each word, you tried your best not to faint well aware that the soldier had no pity for you. He would continue what he was doing whether minding your consciousness. Why would he while you were the one who asked for it? All you wanted was for him to stop and yet he remained criminally deaf to all your supplications, “I can’t… I can’t anymore.” Your voice cracked.
“You wanted to do this with me so now yer going to assume your choice. Faster ey.” He ordered through gritted teeth, and the gravel in his voice made you crumble from inside.
“ It— It hurts. My legs are fucking shaking! Please stop! St—” You were about to keep whining when all came to a quite brutal halt. Indeed, this confusing chaos ended up with your face suddenly bumping against the soldier's chest. “Aouch!” You exclaimed, pushing yourself from him and ready to excoriate the fucker. “Couldn't you fucking warn me, bastard” You brought your hand to your nose and rubbed the pain away, your furious eyes shooting him a murderous look.
“And can’t ye stop fookin’ complaining? I told you that each afternoon I go for a run with Hannibal. You’ve spent all the morning begging to come with me and now that you’re here, ye do nothing but whine like a fookin' kid.” As Arthur lashed out his frustration on you, his chest rose and fell quickly for his lungs had troubled to understand he wasn’t running anymore. And despite his erratic breathing he still found enough air to scold you. Usually, you wouldn’t have minded his explosive anger but a particularly harsh night of nightmares and insomnia had turned you a bit overemotional today. While holding a bit of truth, his words still vexed you which resulted in you fleeing his eyes and crossing your arms on your tight chest.
“You don’t understand.” You mumbled, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek as your brain processed with forming a kind of explanation to offer him.
“And now she's sulking!” Arthur roared and rolled his eyes, losing the remnant of patience he had left. “Yer a fookin�� pain in the ass, that’s what you are ay. Go home if ye too tired to keep running, but I ain’t gonna change me habits for you.” An arrow through the heart would have been less painful. Your lips parted, willing to speak, but not a single coherent thing came out. You stuttered a very brief while before definitely giving up and the only thing you knew: being insolent.
“That’s not what I asked for!” You exclaimed, fists closed tights and blood boiling in your veins. Obviously, the corrosive effects of anger didn’t help. “You’re a bloody idiot, that’s all you are ay!” If there was one thing positive about this whole scene it was your perfect imitation of him.
“So what the fook d’ya want?!” His hoarse voice resounded so loud in the park that a few passersby couldn’t help but glance at you with curiosity. Lacking proper words, you ended up stomping your feet and screaming with frustration, hands pulling your own hair. The noises, the images, the smells in your head… They were all too much. Caught in a whirlwind of panic and anger, you would have given everything to be able to calmly explain that all you wanted was to be with him and not alone with your twisted thoughts, bad memories, and the faint voices in your head. Then, you would have proceeded to tell him that the only moment your mind was quiet was when he was by your side, as hard as it was to admit it. If it had been the case, everything would have been easier but no, and you hated yourself even more for all of this. Come on Rat, say it, you thought.
I just want to be with you, Arthur. Because it feels good when I'm with you. I might want to murder you sometimes but your presence is comforting to me. Please, let me stay by your side and protect me from myself.
But words remained stuck in your throat and all of it was because of a deep-rooted and still open wound you carried with you every day of your life. From the day Uncle Jack entered and destroyed it the only way you could express yourself was with violent emotional outbursts and tantrums, your body and mind still not recovering from the pain he had inflicted on you. And here was the reason why you were in the middle of the park sulking at Arthur Shelby after he had scolded you like an unruly kid.
Woof. Between the two of you sat the soldier's huge malinois, wondering why his master had stopped running and why everyone looked so angry. Curious, Hannibal stared at him with his dark beady eyes reflecting the sunlight. Then, his focus shifted to you before letting out a louder bark. In the end, what caught his attention the most was the girl's utter sadness he could sense. That was why he walked to her and gently bumped her legs with his head.
“What?!” The soldier barked back, his steel-blue eyes diving into the dog’s chocolate-brown irises, quite not believing that his own K9 had turned against him. Hannibal finally sat by your side and barked at Arthur again, and his antics brought a pause in all this senseless chaos.
“Listen...” You started, your free hand nervously spinning one of your long blue braids, “I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, losing your slim fingers — which were wrapped with multicolor bandaids — in the beast's fur. The softness of his hair under your flesh sends you a wave of comfort. “Fucker." You added, for you couldn't address him without at least calling him names.
“Yeah.” Arthur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he wanted to stop his dawning headache — which was the case. At least you apologized and that was already a win. "Alright." He finally said with his thick Brummie accent, his muscles finally relaxing and the handsome features of his face softening, “Alright.” He repeated, running a hand in his scruffy beard as he looked for an idea to maybe make amend for how he had yelled at you in public. "I wasn’t feeling it today anyway. It's too bloody hot out 'here. Wanna get an ice cream instead?" He suggested, one brow raised. For once, you didn't need words to be understood for the way your eyes enlightened at the mention of the frozen treat had been more than enough for him to understand. Just like the sun coming after the storm, your lips curled in a faint smile.. A smile that made Arthur's anger vanish and his heart melt more than he was willing to admit.
Did you, two independent and tough adults, fight over ice cream's flavors? Absolutely yes.
"Pistachio and chocolate is THE banger."
"Suck my dick you unoriginal dumbass, lemon and raspberry is the best combo."
"No one fookin' likes lemon sorbet, dumb bitch. You're just being a weirdo."
"If I were you I would shut the fuck up right now because I'm about to smash my ice cream on your ugly face!"
"Oh yeah? Go ahead and I'll beat your fucking ass -- don't care if people see me, you bloody brat!"
It was the kind of heated conversation you had during the whole way home, to Hannibal's greatest despair. At one point, you even swore you had heard the dog sigh loudly, probably bored of your stupid fights. The beast had found hope when you almost tripped on your own feet and Arthur, with his sharp reflexes, had managed to grab you by the hand right before you hit the ground. With that little unfortunate event, he assessed that you were far too clumsy for your own good and that keeping your hands in his was the best way to avoid injury. The more minutes flew by, the more your fingers intertwined together. You finally reached home, reluctantly letting the soldier's large and calloused hand go. As he searched for his key, you simply stretched your body with your hands high and your body weight momentarily resting on your tiptoes, the intense temperatures of the heat waves had exhausted both of you.
"Arthur." You called him, something catching your attention nearby.
The soldier replied with an uninterested "hm" as he opened the door to let Hannibal rush inside before he finally looked at you from above a freckled shoulder. For a split second, he completely forgot that you were talking to him, far too hypnotized by the way sweat made your silky skin glow and how your bright blue braids danced in your back at each of your movements. Arthur couldn't lie to himself -- You were an otherworldly and unusual combination of beauty and chaos.
"Did you know that your neighbor owned such a big-ass pool?!" You exclaimed, your little fists on your hips and your broken-doll face adorned with an outraged pout.
"Hm, yes I did." He absentmindedly replied, too busy carefully observing your lean frame, which exuded a sense of boundless energy that perfectly matched with your vibrant and expressive powder-blue eyes, filled with a mischievous spark. From your grunge makeup and your colorful hair to your attractive body and the blue clouds tattooed along a whole arm, everything of you enticed him.
"Fucking cunt. It's a shame to have such a big swimming pool and not use it." You shook your head and pout, shifting your body weight on one leg more than on the other, hence making your seductive hips tilt. Arthur forced himself to look away -- it wouldn't be that hard if you weren't wearing the shortest shorts he had ever seen.
"Well, he's on vacation." He shrugged, "C'm'here Rat. I ain't your bloody door holder."
"Do you ever stop being grumpy?" You kicked a pebble with your combat boot in his direction.
"Do you ever stop being an annoying little shit?" His lips stretched in a carnivorous and teasing smile at your childish antics.
"Fuck you, Arthur." You retorted, laying a kiss on his jaw before disappearing inside the house.
Please do, he thought.
Just one night.
There was the exact wording he had used when you forced your presence in his bed two weeks ago, arguing that the only fan in the whole house was in this room. While your excuse could be believable, it didn’t explain why you ended up in his arms. So when you came back the night after and slipped under the thin sheet to snuggle up with him without uttering a single thing, Arthur told himself “Just another one”. But the heart was a strange creature and when it fell, it fell hard. Your surprising demonstration of affection was all it took for Arthur's mind to quickly forget about chasing you away, the idea gradually becoming unthinkable until he genuinely wondered how he managed to sleep without your presence next to him. From then an odd game of pretend settled between you and him: During the day you were fighting about the most ridiculous details, never missing a moment to get under the other’s skin, and yet, when the night came and the world turned silent, you found yourselves melting against each other, your lips brushing his neck to make him shiver and his nose buried in your vibrant hair to lured the demons of war away.
As Arthur woke up, his eyelids still heavy and his mind still foggy, he growled in dissatisfaction at the realization that you weren’t in his arms anymore. Maybe the heat had finally won, and his body temperature really kept you from sleeping? It was with this in mind that he stretched one arm, his hand patting the mattress. Not only he want to make sure you were still next to him, but he also already missed your touch. His fingers were met with empty sheets as they collided with the soft fabric. Blood immediately rushed through his entire body, adrenaline rattling against his every nerve just like it used to when his squad had to wake up to gunshots and bombs. For one second, Arthur couldn’t tell if he was in Birmingham or back to Iraq and somehow, he didn’t mind. Jumping from the bed and trying not to drown in his PTSD-induced paranoia, the soldier looked around him with haste, “Love?!” He called, rummaging through the room until the sight of the wide-open bedroom window made him freeze. After a few microseconds of complete panic, Arthur leaned over the window sill in a desperate attempt to see you and fortunately did. You were here, safe and sound in Small Heath. Far from death, maimed bodies, and agonizing soldiers. His shoulders dropped as he relaxed, watching you swimming in the neighbor’s pool. The information soon reached his brain: the neighbor’s pool? “Fuck me.” Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes at the thought of you trespassing the garden to take a midnight bath in his pool.
Unbelievable.
Wasting no more time, the soldier left the house without minding the fact he was wearing nothing more than his sweatpants. It wasn’t difficult for him to climb the fence and jump on the other side of it, right into the neighbor’s garden, considering how he had learned much more during his military training with the SAS. With both hands on his head, he roared “Are you fookin’ crazy?!” His steel blue eyes, whose color shone brighter under the glow of the pool’s lights, also noticed a familiar bottle in your hand, “Is it me or you’ve stolen me whisky? Jesus Christ, I’m going to drown you, you fucking disaster of a girl!” He looked so dramatic that you couldn’t help but giggle, his screams not impeding your little bathe. “LAUGHING AT ME FACE SHE IS!” This time Arthur, breathless with rage, was yelling so loud that the pale skin of his face had turned bright red.
"Sheeesh, calm down, you gonna pop an artery.” You swam closer to the edge of the pool, slightly lifting your body to cross your arms on the warm tiles. The way your two long blue braids danced behind you, waving like two water snakes, captivated his attention for a very short while. The soldier was about to retort something murderous when you cut him for a second time, “Why don’t you join me instead of making a fool of yourself eh? The house’s empty anyway.”
“You wish,” He exhaled slowly through the nose, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his boiling anger and not wake all the neighborhood up, “This ain’t fun, Rat. Get the fuck out of the pool right now.”
“Come and get me then.” You challenged him with a finger gun gesture.
“I don’t think you understand you stupid brat. Do you realize that what you’re doing is illegal?”
“Yeah.” You giggled.
“And that you could be in fookin’ trouble for it?”
“Yeaaaah!” You exclaimed, pale eyes shimmering with excitement and recklessness so childish it baffled the poor soldier. Taken aback by your behavior, Arthur blinked several time as he looked at you — Somehow he should have known that you weren’t going to obey him. After all, he could tell from your chapped lips and always bloody knees that you were everything but a nice little girl. No, you were an unhinged little shit and he liked it despite everything, “so? Do you really wanna catch me ‘cause I’m getting bored.”
“Okay, I’m done.” The soldier quickly took off his sweatpants to be in underwear and, with a nimbleness you didn’t suspect, dived into the pool. Engulfed by the water, Arthur had disappeared amidst the bluish light and the rippling tiles at the bottom of the pools. All you could see was a quick silhouette coming at you with what seemed to be the speed of a torpedo.
“Oh no, no, no!” Before you could do something, two large and calloused hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you under the water, leaving you just the time time to take a deep inhale before getting swallowed by a chlorine tide. All your vision turned into a blur for a brief but intense second, chaos taking the form of confusing bubbles and foam until everything stopped. Reopening your eyes under the water, you found yourself transported in a parallel world in which a tranquil hush enveloped your senses. With each graceful stroke, you embraced the weightless sanctuary, finding solace in the quiet depths of the pool, where worries dissolved, and the rhythmic pulse of water echoed a soothing lullaby powerful enough to shut the insufferable screeching of both sickening memories and psychotic thoughts. Surprisingly enough, Arthur wasn’t there — or at least he wasn’t in sight. All you could see was an odd combination of bluish tiles and underwater spotlights that created a surprisingly serene and liminal landscape. It seemed like the cool water had the same calming effects upon the soldier, for when you turned around at the feeling of fingers gently brushing your ribs you were met with a playful smirk. Raising an eyebrow, you gently shove him before trying to escape several times but he inevitably caught you. A small bubble escaped from your lips as you tried not to laugh, amused by how Arthur made both of you slowly spin under the water, as a jolly sailor waltzing with her mermaid lover. With your bodies moving elegantly together, halfway between dancing and gently fighting, your fingers cupped his face. Despite the underwater hush, Arthur’s interrogation is visible through the way one of his eyebrows arched when he saw your face getting dangerously closer to his. Closer. Closer. Until your mouth finally crashed against his. Arthur’s eyes widened in shock, pupils suddenly dilating under the effect of adrenaline when the warmth of your mouth found his. The peck was brief, so brief he wondered if he hadn’t hallucinated it but it was enough for him to lose control of everything. His body softened, letting you a short moment to break free from his playful embrace. Offering a last wink, you trashed your legs to come back to the surface and took a deep inhale. As the warm air of the night filled your lungs, a strange state of calmness possessed you a with it followed a genuinely amused giggle at the remembering of Arthur’s surprised expression. The man broke from underwater a few seconds after you, quickly sliding his hair back with his hands before swimming to you, eyebrows knitted together and lips sewn tight in a thin line.
“What did ya do?” He rasped, his steady breathing rendered irregular for his heart raced in his chest. The taste of your sweet yet damaged lips was still tingling on his skin.
“What are you talking about?” You pouted even though you didn’t make a peculiar effort to hide your amusement. “Hey!” The complaint fell from your mouth when his strong arms wrapped around your waist to press your body against his. A wave of fire spread through your being.
“Do it again.” Arthur could barely believe he just said that and yet he did and now that it was too late, he decided to go for it and see what would happen. Taking advantage of your surprise, he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing the soft skin sprinkled with tiny droplets of water similar to translucent pearls engraved in your flesh. A delightful thrill crossed through your body as his beard scratched your skin -- A thrill that soon turned into a wave of heat that made you feel feverish.
“Do what?” Your fierce and loud voice was merely a whisper as your cheeks flushed red, as red as the blood simmering in your veins. You might have been slightly confused by the situation but your bandaged fingers seemed to know what to do when they lost themselves in his wet hair to slick it back with a tenderness you never knew you possessed.
“Kiss me.” The low rumble made your own soul quake. Punctuating his sentence with actions, the soldier's face left your neck to lean his forehead against yours. In this whirlwind of emotions and arousal, you batted your eyelashes while drowning in the dark blue of his eyes and wondered if they had always been this charming. What happened next none of you could tell for any thoughts left disappeared. Mouths grazed each other, the two of them timidly discovering the shape and details without daring to break the few inches remaining. Soft lips against chapped ones, and against all expectations the rougher pair was yours. How could such an unsufferable and brutal little minx like you feel so fragile in his scarred hands? A frail moan escaped from your mouth at the blissful sensation of the soldier's hips moving with yours at the water’s discretion and, for once, you weren't ashamed of it. With your underwear fabric sticking to your skin and bodies closely interlocked, you could both feel every intimate detail and shape, gently and sensually grinding against each other due to the flow... Or maybe the flow wasn't the cause and you were both actively asking for more, who knew? Arthur growled again, for even in the cold water of the pool the warmth between your legs made him weak and far too aware that you yearned for him.
"No, you kiss me first you coward." You tried to sound mean but your voice could produce nothing but an enamored tone.
"Ah, shut up Rat." Arthur softly bit your lower lip, trapping the juicy flesh between his teeth and pulling it a little bit. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air, mingling with the heady scent of perfume, chlorine, and the warmth of intertwined breaths.
"Go on then, shut me up..." And your wish became his command. His warm tongue gave a faint lick on your lower lips just to taste the water, almost too shyly for the man he was. Then a second one and a third, and as he did he kept his hands busy by slipping them under your panties. His large palms conquered your buttcheeks and then pressed on your flesh to bring your core closer to his until you could clearly feel how enthusiastic he was to have you so close. In reply, your fingers hung at the hem of his boxer, slightly pulling them down to disclose his V-line. In the secluded haven of the dimly lit swimming pool, the water's gentle caress enveloped both of you as you shared this moment suspended in time. Arthur's patience finally reached its limits and pressed his lips against yours for another chlorine kiss you were both eager to deepen. A kiss that felt like a car crash and still sounded like water lapping and the rhythmic beat of hearts. It could have been perfect if Arthur hadn't back up suddenly, eyes wide open at the sight of a car's headlight in the house's alley.
“Out of the pool, now!” He exclaimed, hauling himself from the water quickly to grab the bottle of whisky, then his pants before seizing your wrist to lift you from the pool.
"HOLY SHIT!" Adrenaline rushed through your body, momentarily shutting down everything except your flight instinct. That was how you both ended up dashing across the garden half-naked and completely soaked up. Fortunately enough, you both managed to climb the fence and lock yourselves into the house, banging the door so close that poor Hannibal jumped from the sofa and barked. Time stopped for a while, the two of you with your back leaning against the door and trying to catch your erratic breath, bodies dripping with water. A heavy silence floated in the corridor, only broken by the sound of your own heart drumming in your ears. And then, you heard it... It started with a little nervous giggle and then it became a loud and gravelly laughter. Despite the whole panic, you were soon infected by a fit of hilarity too, your aching heart drowning in a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time: joy in its purest and most innocent form.
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Any recommendations for any fics with Dad! Tommy? Even better if thet are lighthearted
Hi there, anon!! Thanks so much for dropping in! 🥰 I’d be happy to share some recommendations for dad!Tommy fics (they’re my absolute favorite!!) I’m sorry it took most of the day to respond…it took me some time to think of some of my favs, but I think I’ve got a decent list compiled now. Of course, this isn’t even scratching the surface of amazing dad!Tommy fics that are on here.
Starting off with some of my own dad!Tommy fics:
Girl Dad (mini-series) | Drabble for the series
A Night In
We’ll Still Love You
You Made Them
Cyril Needed A Friend
**Putting my reccomendations of stories by other amazing writers below the cut:
By @notyour-valentine
A Secret, A Fear and A Hatbox
By @zablife
Tiny Hands in Big Hands
By @teenwolf-theoriginals
The Swear Jar
Afternoon Shelby Chaos
By @look-at-the-soul
What About Now
By @mrsalwayswrite
My Guiding Lights
By @toms-cherry-trees
A Little Slip
By @gypsy-girl-08
Daddy’s Girl
These are just a few of the many amazing dad!Tommy fics that immediately came to mind once I saw your ask. Like I said before, there are many, many more amazing stories like these on this site, so please don’t stop searching once you’ve finished this list! 💕
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Life As We Know It {Chapter 8}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz
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Cassian didn’t have to go into the bar until noon, so until Viviane arrived for her first day at 11:30, it was just him and Nyx.
The sun was out, and Cassian intended to take full advantage of it. Nyx was in his stroller and Cassian was jogging down the side of the Sidra. He’d only had him for the last half hour.
After Cassian’s breakdown last night, Nesta had apparently decided to let Cassian sleep in. Before Nyx could even cry, Nesta had gotten him up, ready, and fed before she left for work that morning.
He was mortified that she’d had to see that, that he’d broken down in front of her like that. But there was so much of Rhys looking at him, all the time and he’d been holding it in for so long. And knowing that he hadn’t been able to figure out what Nyx needed was the final straw last night.
After Nesta had hugged him, he’d finally gotten the strength to pull himself together, and he pulled from her grasp. He’d noticed the dress she wore to go out then, showing just as much skin as that damn towel had, and had made an excuse about being exhausted. He’d shut himself in his room, staring at the ceiling until he fell asleep around two or three in the morning.
He wasn’t surprised she had barely wanted to see him this morning. She probably thought he was an irresponsible mess, probably figured she was better off taking care of Nyx on her own.
And maybe she was.
Nesta had some natural motherly instinct, just like Feyre and Elain had. It was an Archeron trait, Cassian had no doubt.
And although the Archeron sisters certainly hadn’t had a perfect upbringing, the three of them had always had each other.
Cassian couldn’t say the same.
His mom died young.
He’d never had a father.
Or siblings.
Or any other extended family.
He’d just had Rhysand and Azriel, and although fatherhood had come decently easy to both of them, Cassian couldn’t say the same for himself. He was the goofy, unpredictable uncle of the group, he was good in that role.
Not the ideal father figure.
Cassian picked up his speed.
Nyx giggled and threw his hands in the air.
Regardless of his mood, he couldn’t help but smile down at him.
He loved this kid, and he knew that this kid loved him. He may not be his father, but he would do his damndest to make sure he knew how much he was loved. Every damn day.
*
Cassian had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed when he heard the doorbell chime.
Nyx was standing in his playpen, holding onto the padded railing when Cassian rushed to the door, throwing it open.
“Viviane, hey,” he said, opening it wide enough for her to step through. She gave him a polite smile and he shut the door behind her. “Okay, so Nyx is over there, Nesta left a note on the fridge with our cell numbers, the number for her restaurant, my bar, uh, his pediatrician-.”
Viviane laughed quietly and headed for the playpen. “I’ll call you if I need anything, but I’m sure this little dude is going to be an angel.”
She reached down and scooped him up and Nyx did nothing but beam up at her.
“He’s in good hands,” Viviane went on when she saw the worry in Cassian’s eyes.
“I know,” he smiled, although hesitantly. “Nesta will be home at four-thirty.”
“We’re going to have fun,” Viviane promised, and Nyx giggled.
Cassian took that as cue to leave and hurried out the door. It was stressful, leaving him for the first time, alone with someone they had only just met.
He found himself wondering if Rhysand or Feyre would approve.
He prayed they did.
When he got to the bar, Kallias was already there, making sure everything was ready for opening.
“You’re two minutes late, boss,” he teased.
Cassian snorted. “New nanny. Had a hard time leaving.”
Kallias raised a brow. “Hot nanny?”
Cassian grinned as he came behind the bar. “Just your type, actually.”
Before the conversation could deepen, Cassian seeing the intrigue in Kal’s eye, he was heading to the store room, grabbing a few bottles to keep within reaching distance when they undoubtedly got a little busy over lunch.
“I like hot nannies,” Kallias hollered. “It would be nice of you to share.”
Cassian snorted, heading back up towards the bar. He didn’t reply, shaking his head as he glanced at his friend, and he set about cutting and readying the garnishes for drinks.
With a dramatic sigh, far louder than it needed to be for Cass to hear him, Kallias began turning on the televisions around the room, two on different sports broadcasts and one on a local music channel.
Maybe he would set Kallias up with Viviane.
Even he had to admit…they’d make a pretty damn cute couple.
*
It was just before 4:30 when Nesta pushed open the front door, prepared to find the house thrown into chaos.
But, it was spotless, Nyx was sleeping, and Viviane was on the couch, reading a book. She looked up at Nesta and smiled.
“You’re home,” she whispered, even though Nyx wasn’t in the room. “He’s been down for about forty-five minutes. We played hard today. I think he’s worn out.”
Nesta blinked, carefully stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “He was good?”
“Oh, he was great,” Viviane promised, standing up and closing her book with a bookmark placed neatly between it’s pages. “Although, his diaper rash is getting pretty bad. I changed him more often to try and keep him as dry and rash-creamed as possible. But, you may want to keep an eye out. I’ve seen worse, but you still may want to get a prescription from his doctor to help clear it up.”
Nesta hadn’t even noticed that Nyx had had a rash and chastised herself. “Yes. Absolutely, I’ll make him an appointment as soon as I can.”
Viviane smiled again, stopping to grab her purse where it sat by the floor of the couch and dropped her book inside. It was well loved, Nesta could tell, and for a moment, she considered asking what the pretty, young woman was reading.
And then she remembered who she’d been here alone with that morning.
Her eyes popped open. “Oh, gods, I hope Cassian was okay this morning. He’s not…always on his best behavior.”
Viviane brows bunched towards each other, confusion on her face. “I don’t follow?”
“I hope he didn’t say anything too inappropriate,” she rushed out. “He can be a bit much in the mornings, and-.”
“Oh, no, no,” Viviane interrupted, her crystalline eyes going wide. “No, he was an absolute gentleman. On good behavior.” She then added, “And please, don’t mistake my enthusiasm for this job, Nesta, I’m not interested in your husband or anything like-.”
It was Nesta’s turn to interrupt. “Husband?! No, no, Cassian isn’t my husband. Cauldron, no we just have to live together. He’s not even my boyfriend. I can barely stand the guy.”
Viviane hesitated. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just assumed-.”
“It’s alright,” Nesta said, and knew her cheeks were red. “I could see how it would be easy to make that assumption.”
Viviane nodded and rocked back on her heels, uncomfortably. “Right, well...I’ll see you all tomorrow?”
“Absolutely,” Nesta said, trying her best to give a convincing smile.
She knew she was failing.
Convincing smiles weren’t her specialty.
But, husband? As if she would ever marry a man like Cassian. They may have had a moment where they didn’t absolutely loathe each other the night before, but that’s only because he was having a complete mental breakdown.
Nesta may be a bitch, but she wouldn’t kick a man when he’s already down.
Well, at least not in that situation. In a different set of circumstances, perhaps she would.
Viviane let herself out and Nesta said her goodbyes, and shook her head.
Husband.
Oh, fuck no.
After a quick call to Nyx’s pediatrician, and an appointment made for the following afternoon, Nesta set out to make dinner. Nothing too crazy, just a new recipe she’d been toying with at the restaurant and she needed an unbiased opinion - one from someone whom she didn’t employ - to give her an honest opinion. She knew Cassian would be at the bar until eight-thirty or nine, but the chicken salad would be better chilled anyways.
Or she thought it was. She’d have to ask what he thought about that.
She was halfway through chopping up the roast chicken she’d spiced and marinated all day when the monitor to her left let out a lonely cry. Washing her hands, Nesta was hurrying up the stairs and found Nyx standing in his crib. He immediately reached for her, those blue eyes still drowsy with sleep, but Nesta knew he needed to be changed as soon as she got within sniffing distance. Hopefully he’d be sleepy enough that he wouldn’t fight her on the diaper change.
“What did Cassian feed you for lunch, kiddo?” She asked, scrunching her nose as she unsnapped the onesie he wore, and swapped out his diaper for a clean one.
True to Viviane’s word, Nyx had developed a splotchy, red rash on his bottom. After setting Nyx up in a swing by the door, Nesta took a few minutes to Google what a normal case of diaper rash looked like. Afterwards, she had wiped her search history and was thankful she’d gone ahead and called the pediatrician’s office, especially considering they were now closed until the following morning.
She also had to figure out a way to thank Viviane for her suggestion. Nesta almost felt like she owed the girl an apology for her initial reaction to her, based on her assumptions of Cassian. Not that she had any idea how Nesta had felt, but she still felt bad.
She may know a few things about Cassian Nazari, but she knew nothing about Viviane, not yet. Nesta should really give her the benefit of the doubt.
Even though such a thing was not her specialty.
The second they walked into the kitchen, Nyx was crying and reaching toward the fridge. Nesta put him in his high chair, letting him cry it out as she fixed him supper.
In the meantime, she dumped a pile of strawberry puffs on his tray.
He was immediately stuffing them into his mouth.
“You know, I’ve tasted those and they’re not all that great,” Nesta said, preparing him a small bowl of sweet potatoes.
Nyx looked at her and held up a star-shaped puff.
She couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, but thank you for the offer.”
Nesta finished her salad and put the rest in the fridge for Cassian to eat once he got home. After taking a seat, and placing her salad and Nyx’s potatoes on the table, she dug in.
It was, obviously, delicious.
Nyx even seemed to be enjoying his sweet potatoes, though, as always more ended up on his high chair’s tray than in his mouth.
“You have an art for making a mess, buddy,” she said, shaking her head as she lifted another spoonful of the sweet potatoes to his mouth.
He took the bite into his mouth, and sprayed most of it back out in a raspberry.
She raised an eyebrow, setting the bowl down in front of her. “You’re just playing at this point, aren’t you?”
To say yes, in fact, he was, Nyx smacked a chubby hand into the mushed up mix of puffs and sweet potato on his tray.
“That means it’s bath time and then bed time,” she mused, wiping as much of him down as she could. She decided to go ahead and ditch his smeared onesie in the laundry room, and carried a diapered Nyx up to the bathroom.
A mostly uneventful bath later, she discovered Viviane must have been telling the truth about playing hard today. Nyx had been asleep before she’d made it through the second page of his favorite book, his pacifier falling out of his full, little lips.
She gently laid him down in the crib, and tiptoed downstairs to flip through bad reality TV until Cassian got home.
She hated how much she had thought about Cassian throughout the day. For once, it wasn’t about his body. Instead, it was about the fact that he had spent five minutes in her arms the night before, sobbing. She wasn’t sure what to think.
Cassian had a rough exterior.
He was known for his good looks and how many women those looks attracted. Since Nesta met him five years prior, there were only a handful of things she could say about Cassian.
He was beautiful, but that much was obvious.
He knew how to make beautiful instruments, which meant he was good with his hands.
Nesta would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about just how good he was with those hands.
Lastly, Cassian was cocky as hell. He was hot. He knew he was hot. And he had to convince everyone who didn’t think he was hot that he was hot.
But, one thing that Nesta hadn’t known about Cassian until the night before?
He cared.
He really, really cared.
And he was scared.
She had been willing to put aside their differences for Nyx. They’d come to that agreement when he’d begun to depend on them. But now, she wanted to make things work…for him. He was terrified of letting Rhys down, something she understood. Every time she thought of something she may have done wrong, all she could think about was how disappointed Feyre would be in her.
Except…she knew that wasn’t true. Just like she knew that Rhys would never be disappointed in Cassian. The fact that he’d stepped up, had been willing to care for Rhys and Feyre’s only child…
She just had to make sure Cassian believed it.
Nesta was half asleep on the couch when the door unlocked and opened, Cassian walking through. He blinked once upon seeing her, clearly not having expected her to be downstairs when he got home.
“Hey,” she said, stretching. “How was your day?”
He tossed his keys on the table by the door, looking around, pointedly not looking at her. “It was good. Where’s Nyx?”
“He’s been down since seven-thirty or so, Viviane did great today,” she said, watching him as he walked into the kitchen. “I owe you an apology. You were right, she’s good.”
She heard a grunt of acknowledgment as the fridge opened. He came back into the living room, shaking up a bottled protein shake and cracking it open.
“I made a roasted chicken salad,” she said. “I put leftovers in the fridge for you.” “That’s okay,” he said, voice low. “You can take it to work with you tomorrow. Don’t want to take your food.”
Nesta blinked. “I put it in the fridge for you-.”
“I’m tired,” he said, heading toward the stairs. “Night.”
Nesta’s mouth opened, then shut, then opened again. “I’m sorry, what?”
Cassian stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked over his shoulder. “What?”
I made you dinner. I stayed up to make sure you were alright. “Nothing. Just didn’t realize you were so insistent on being an asshole this evening.”
“An asshole?” he repeated. “I just got home, I’m tired, and now I’m an asshole?”
Nesta just shook her head, falling back on the couch. “Nevermind. Goodnight.”
Cassian just stood there, looking half like he wanted to go upstairs and half like he wanted to chuck the half-empty bottle at the back of her head. He’d already had a long, horrible day full of shitty, rude customers. He hadn’t even realized it was nearing Spring Break until the underage kids with shitty, fake ID’s had descended on the bar today. The amount of customers he had to turn away since they were practically children possibly outweighed the actual customers he and Kal had served.
He’d also had Nesta on his mind all day, on the pity she had to feel for him after he lost it the night before. The fact that she made him dinner was just proof of it, that he was right.
“You didn’t need to make me dinner,” he said, staring at the wall behind her head. “I can take care of myself, alright?”
Nesta’s eyes were closed, her arms crossed as she laid back on the couch. “I didn’t say that you couldn’t.”
“Just because I lost it for a minute last night, doesn’t mean that I’m helpless,” Cassian went on. “I’m just as capable of taking care of Nyx, of being a grown ass adult, as you are.”
Nesta’s eyes opened, then, and she slowly looked over to him. “Is that right?”
“Yeah, it is,” he said, simply.
“Really?” Nesta asked. “Because you’re acting like a gods damned child right now.”
Cassian snorted as he shook his head. “I don’t have the patience for you tonight. Goodnight.”
“You’re a real dick, you know that?” Nesta snapped.
“It’s all you think I’m good for, so I guess I may as well act like it, too,” he called out, not turning back to look at her.
The words struck her, made her feel two feet tall, especially considering how she’d begun to regard him instead. But she wasn’t able to stop the bite of her words as she snapped, “Oh, fuck you.”
Cassian didn’t say a word as he topped the stairs and headed down the hall.
She almost wished he’d slammed the door, almost wished he’d made a spectacle of being angry and shutting her out again, after what she’d thought may have been progress the night before.
It was almost that much worse that his door shut with a soft click.
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evening shelby chaos
pairing: tommy shelby x reader + dad!tommy
warnings: mild swearing, violence, sex, over-protective/controlling tommy
summary: adjusting to a new dynamic after a new baby is the easy part. the hard part, dealing with tommy when his over-protectiveness explodes when he catches ava and rob’s romantic bond reach new levels
side note: another fic inspired by the shelby family from this fic
side note #2: other fics in the afternoon shelby chaos series: dad!tommy, mr giraffe, the boys, and her name is
"Frances will tend to her". Tommy whispered as he saw your eyes shift towards the door. In the next room over, Eleanor resided, almost five months old, and already showcasing her Shelby personality; feisty, full of energy and charisma that shined in every room she graced. To help distract you, Tommy kissed down your neck. Your body arched closer to his touch, impatient to feel your husband. But Ella had other plans, her fussing getting louder and harder to ignore.
"Tommy".
"I'll get her".
Entering the nursery, it had gone through several changes to highlight each newborn. Ava's nursery had been subtle. Earth tones throughout, colour coming from the pink flower printed wallpaper. Charlie and Theo's only differed in the crib - Charlie's dark brown and Theo's navy blue. While Flo's had been bright, colours representing Mr Giraffe; cream crib, dark blue rug to match his bow tie and a splash of orange in the art that hung on the walls. And lastly, Eleanor's was a mix of reds and pinks, matching her strong Shelby allure. But the one item that remained a constant throughout was the grey chair nestled in the corner. The one where you sat during night-time feedings, the one where Tommy cradled Ava when he couldn’t sleep, watching her drift in and out of daydreams. And where the boys snuggled, carefully holding Florence as they met her for the first time.
"Charlie, Theo, the two of you should be in bed".
"Frances helped us with some warm milk and we heard her fussing". Theo whispered as Charlie made silly faces at Ella. Her tiny fist reached upward to grasp the air.
"And we wanted to make sure there were no monsters in her room". Charlie added.
"They are no monsters".
"What if they are invisible?". Theo gasped, startling Ella as he looked around the room, peering behind the curtain and under the crib.
"Invisible or otherwise, there are no monsters". Tommy replied, tapping each of them on the shoulder. "Go on, go to bed".
Making sure the boys did as they were told, Tommy stood by the door and watched them enter their rooms before meeting Eleanor's curious, bright blue eyes. "Mama and I need some time alone. Can you help me out, eh?".
She cooed in response, letting out a soft yawn. Tommy smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He left the door ajar and returned to you. The sight of you naked in bed never grew old. He stood by the dresser, admiring the body that had given him five children. Your curves, full breasts, those fucking thighs that he loved to run his hands over.
"I can feel you staring".
He chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you across the bed sheets, resuming where the two of you had left off as if no interruption occurred. Tommy slid into you, gasping in unison when your bodies instantly welcomed each other. He moved slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his thickness.
"Tommy, don't stop". You breathlessly demanded, gripping his ass to keep him close.
However, the echoes of Ava's voice and another shifted Tommy's focus. He yearned for you, needed to feel you in such an imitate way again. But his mind coupled with his over-protectiveness took control. You could see it itched in his frowned brow and pursed lips. His concentration depleting, and not even a kiss brought him back to the moment.
"It's probably Ava coming home".
"I thought she was home". Tommy grunted, slowing his movements right when your body needed him most. Much to your exhale, Tommy slipped on a pair of loose pants, peering out the window. "She went to Johnny's camp again, didn't she?. Did you tell her she could go?".
Slipping on your white nightgown, you massaged his shoulders. Like the kiss, it had no effect. He licked his bottom lip, marching with a mission across the room.
"Tommy, don't".
"I told her not to see that fucking Rob guy". He retorted, throwing over a white linen shirt and leaving you frustrated in more ways than one.
The front door swung open causing Ava and Rob to pull away from their goodnight kiss. Rob backed a few more steps when he met Tommy’s murderous gaze.
"Ava, get inside".
"Mr Shelby, I was only making sure Ava got home alright". Rob reassured, hoping it would defuse the situation.
"I know what you're intentions are, you and I will have a word later. But first, Ava get inside".
"I'm 10 minutes away from curfew".
"Your curfew has now changed, get inside".
She exhaled, her spirited side inherited from Tommy clashing with his. Two bulls stomping at the ground, fury at the other for not listening and for growing up too fast.
"You and Mum said that when I turn 16 I can have a later curfew. It's 8 minutes away from 9 pm, I didn't do anything wrong!"
Tommy pointed a stern finger her way, lowering his voice to a chilling tone. "Get inside the fucking house". By now, Ava was all too familiar with her father’s temperament, knowing how to let it roll off her skin. Rob, however, was not. He swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping the sweat from his palms.
As you joined the tense scene unfolding, you wished you had taking few extra seconds to put on a warmer layer of clothing. A thin nightgown and matching robe did very little to protect against the bitter air. "Rob, thank you for walking Ava home. But I think you should leave".
"He’s not going anywhere until he and I have a word".
"Tommy, enough".
"Why do you have to ruin everything!". Ava shouted, Rob looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Ava marching inside with you right behind, leaving Tommy standing alone under the starry night.
When he stepped back into the bedroom Tommy’s hands roamed over your body. Slipping out of his embrace, you looked towards your husband who displayed little sense of guilt for ruining the evening. "Are you really trying to get me back into bed after what you just did?".
"I didn't do anything wrong".
"You did several things wrong, Tommy".
He sighed, lighting a cigarette as he took a seat on the bed. You by the vanity, waiting until he inhaled a few puffs of nicotine.
"Ava's found a nice guy. One that should be running far away from this family, but isn’t. Because that is how much he likes our daughter. Why are you so hell bent on taking a good thing away from her? Tommy, this is her first love".
"Ava's 16, what does she know about love, eh?".
"She won't know anything if her overprotective father keeps getting in the way".
"I will not apologize for looking out for her".
"Rob's not going to hurt her".
"You don't fucking know that!" He shouted. "Our daughter's safety comes first, before teenage love, do you understand?"
"He’s Johnny's cousin, what danger do you think he possibly possesses?".
"I don't know. But until I find out, they are not to spend any more time together".
Kneeling in front of Tommy, you rubbed his knee. "I am begging you to stop. You can't keep controlling her every move".
"Everyone will follow whatever rules I make. And it will be the same for the rest of the children when they grow up".
You stood, shaking your head at Tommy's stubbornness. Once more, he tried his luck. Hands scrunching your nightgown, lips connecting to your shoulder, lightly grazing his teeth over your skin. "No, the window closed for that 20 minutes ago". You sternly replied taking his hand and placing it over his semi-hard crotch. "You're smarter enough to figure out the rest".
"I rather you stroke me, love".
"And I rather you didn't interrupt us to go yell at our daughter".
"I gave her an order, and she disobeyed. And why did she disobey? Because you told her it was alright to go see him".
"So your idea to get me back into bed is to blame me for your misguided behaviour?".
He drew the smoke inward, releasing it within a few glorious seconds of having it warm his lungs. "I say no, and Ava runs to you".
"Like how I say no and Flo runs to you".
"Ava's situation is about her safety, Flo just wants new toys".
"Tommy, we have two more daughters. I am not going through the same ordeal with Flo and Eleanor. I know your first instinct is to protect. But your tendency to protect often crosses lines".
"That's never bothered you before".
"I spent years learning and adapting to your methods, the children have not". You responded, handing Tommy the tray to extinguish his half-smoked cigarette.
"And like you did, they will learn".
"Before or after you ruin your relationship with your children?"
"Tomorrow, I will fix things with Ava, alright?”. Placing the tray on the small table by his side of the bed, Tommy kissed you, once again sowing the seeds of arousal. ”This is the first time in five months that I am able to touch you. So please, can we get back into bed and enjoy the rest of our evening?”.
"You can go to bed. I'm going to check in on Ella and then Ava".
"Come on, love, Eleanor’s asleep and Ava will most likely tell you to leave her be”.
“Goodnight, Thomas”.
The next evening, Tommy came home to the dining table decorated with the pristine white cloth you only brought out for special occasions, and two candles positioned beside a small vase of daisies picked by Florence. You hadn’t noticed his arrival, too busy walking around the table straightening the crooked cutlery, wearing a knee-length, 3/4 sleeve navy blue dress. It wrapped around your body beautifully, Tommy’s eyes roaming over your curves. The urge to undo the belt holding the dress together prompted him to take a step forward, stopping when he noticed there were four plates instead of two. His mind telling him this wasn’t going to be a romantic dinner between husband and wife, making Tommy’s stomach churn.
"What's all this?".
You smiled his way, lighting the candles. "We are having a dinner guest".
"Who's coming?".
"Rob".
Tommy blinked, pressing his lips together. "Why the hell did you invite him to dinner, eh?".
"You want to get to know more about him, this is how you do it".
"And have him lie to me? Not a chance".
"Here's the deal”. You instructed, turning him toward the direction of the stairs. “You are going to get cleaned up for dinner. And for the sake of your daughter, Tommy, you going to sit down and behave".
"And if I don't?".
"You really don't want me to answer that, my love".
"You can't withhold sex forever. You enjoy it as much as I do". He teased, reaching for your bow belt.
You smacked his hand away, pushing him up the stairs. "Not getting sex is the least of your worries right now. Go wash up, I laid out a new suit for you".
Half an hour later, Tommy descended the stairs watching you warmly greet Rob. Ava beside him, holding his hand, providing emotional support. Tommy placed a soft kiss on the side of your forehead, and made sure your attention was secured on Ava before tightly squeezing Rob’s hand.
"Welcome to our home, Robert".
"Thank you, Mr Shelby". He said, grimacing through the pain, determined to hold his own, even if that meant a broken hand.
Much to Rob’s delight, you approached before bones broke. Tommy clapped Rob on the back inviting him to take a seat. Dinner moved at a snail’s pace. Tommy rather stare down the barrel of a gun than have to endure another minute of watching Rob’s puppy eyes linger on Ava, while her hand lingered on his knee.
“How about some tea and cake?”.
“That’s a great idea, love. Ava why don’t you go help your mother”.
Everyone knew the inevitable would come. Tommy wanting a private word with Rob was a father’s prerogative. Fire the hard questions, and make the boyfriend squeal like a pig heading to slaughter. In Rob’s case, they would be no squealing, just a Shelby-wielding axe falling hard and fast.
Reaching for his cigarette case, Tommy firmly kept an eye on Rob. “Do you smoke, Robert?”.
“Sometimes, yes”.
“Would you like one?”.
He shook his head, quenching his dry, blistered throat. “No, thank you, Mr Shelby”.
Tommy smiled to himself, sipping on his whiskey, more than ready to swing the axe. "How much?"
"Excuse me?"
"How much for you to walk away, go back to Johnny's camp and find yourself someone that isn't my daughter?".
"You must be joking?".
"I rarely joke, Robert. So tell me, what I have to do to get you away from Ava?".
"Why do you hate me so much? I treat your daughter well. I respect her. And despite many telling me that getting involved with a Shelby is a death sentence, I can see a future with your daughter".
Tommy chuckled at the naivety of the young. "You're 17, she just turned 16 a few months ago. The two of you don't know a single thing about love".
"No offence, but I don't think you're the right person to lecture us on love".
Tommy narrowed his gaze, lowering his voice. "My wife and I have built a beautiful family together. Made this house a home. Even when she had every reason to leave me, she stayed. She is the only woman I want laying beside me, and the only woman I want carrying the name Shelby. I would die for her. So don't you dare fucking lecture me about whether I know what love is".
"Then wouldn't you want the same for Ava? A love as timeless as yours?"
"I want Ava to be happy, above all I want her to be safe. To choose a man that can protect her. And I don't think you can do that".
"Because I'm not wealthy?". Rob retorted.
"No. Because to survive in this family, you can’t be weak or afraid of getting dirty and wiping blood from your cheek. You need to know how to step up like a man to protect your family, no matter what”.
“I can step up for Ava”.
“You’re a boy who thinks he is a man. You believe you can step up, and maybe one day, you can. But people like you are the ones who want to play at the big table too soon, who always have something to prove. But every time, every fucking time, those men end up pissing themselves. Even now, you can’t handle sitting at my table”.
“No disrespect, Mr Shelby, but I don’t appreciate having my character attacked. You only want to see me as a bad guy. But I’m worthy of your daughter".
You and Ava returned, breathing a sigh of relief to see Rob at the table, unharmed. Tommy stood in the foyer, adjusting his black coat. Frances mouthed one word as she wandered past with his peaky cap in hand - business.
“Please tell me you didn’t have someone call so you could have a reason to leave?”.
“No, I did not”.
You placed a finger under his chin, Tommy having no choice but to look at you. “Did you say anything to Rob to scare him away?”.
“I behaved, like you told me to”. He smiled, kissing you. “I love you. I won’t be long”.
“I love you too“.
When Tommy returned an hour later, an empty house awaited. Dinner had been cleared, no echo of Charlie and Theo pretending to be pirates, or the sight of Florence’s chestnut brunette locks and bright smile racing to say hello.
“Love?”. Tommy called out, noticing a note on the small round table in the middle of the foyer, reading: “Frances, the boys, Flo and I have gone for a walk around the estate. Be back soon”.
Removing his coat, a strong wave of protectiveness kicked in when Tommy’s eyes fell onto Rob’s sage green coat. Logic and reason disappeared as he marched upstairs, heart hammering in his chest when he stood in front of Ava’s closed bedroom door.
“Ava!”
Misty blue turned to blood red. Rob’s hand under Ava’s shirt, hair tousled, lips red. The intention was clear. And there was no angel sitting upon Tommy’s shoulder telling him to calm himself. Just two devils repeating “Kill him”. All the colour drained from Rob’s face as Tommy yanked him by the shirt, ignoring the cries from Ava to listen, to calm down.
"Dad, stop!" She begged, frantically rushing down the stairs. “Dad, please!”
Slamming Rob to the wall, Tommy’s hands would have to suffice, his gun locked away in his office. Rob struggling under Tommy’s deadly grip, struggling to collect air, to try and make amends.
"Mum, please make him stop!". Ava pleaded, rushing to you.
"Boys, take Flo outside. Now!".
They quickly ushered a terrified Flo back to the garden, Charlie covering her eyes to prevent her from witnessing the dark side of their father.
"Tommy, let him go!". You demanded, trying to loosen his hold on Rob.
He leaned in, ensuring Rob would never forget what he was capable of. "If you ever touch my daughter again. If you ever go near her. I will take a gun with a bullet craved with your name, and I will fucking kill you".
"Thomas!".
Letting Rob go, Tommy marched into his office, slamming the door. Ava rushed to Rob’s side. Her tear-stained cheeks would fade in a few hours, unlike the red mark across Rob’s neck, which would remain for days, weeks even. And when it did eventually fade, it would become an unforgettable warning, a reminder that he had only survived because Tommy had granted it.
"What the hell were you thinking, Tommy?". You barged in, right when he swallowed a glass of whiskey at his desk.
"His fucking hands were under her shirt". He clenched his already tense jaw, the sound of his teeth grinding as he growled. "Our daughter was about to have sex in our fucking house. And where were you, eh? Out for a fucking walk".
"I have four other children to look after, Tommy. Don't you dare blame me for this".
“Your priority should have been Ava. Frances could have handled the boys and Flo, and you could have been inside keeping an eye on him”.
“Keeping an eye? You found nothing of concern about Rob. He isn’t a criminal or a part of anything suspicious. He is an ordinary young man who likes our daughter. Our daughter, Tommy, who is smart and cautious. If she had a bad feeling about Rob she would never have continued a relationship with him”.
“What fucking relationship, eh?”. He remarked. “They’re fucking kids, who don’t know a damn thing about love”.
“We didn’t know a damn thing about love either, but we figured it out. They will too”.
Tommy sunk into his chair, glancing at the several photos nearby. The wedding photo stood in the centre, to the left a family photo, and to the right a picture of Eleanor three days after she was born. Beside that, a small frame housing a photo of Florence, no more than two years old, sitting in his office chair, smiling wide with Mr Giraffe on her lap.
“From the moment you rolled your eyes at me, and laughed when I called you beautiful, I knew you weren’t like any of the other women”. He recalled, softly smiling. “You weren’t desperate to fuck me. You didn’t care about my power or influence, you still don’t. You even had me waiting in the rain for 20 minutes on our fourth date. And when you finally arrived, you didn’t apologize, just told me good things were always worth waiting for”.
"I was surprised to find you still waiting”. You commented, leaning against his desk.
"I would wait in any storm for you”. Rising to his feet, Tommy rested one hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb across the cotton material of your dress. “Before we slept together for the first time, I asked you if you were ready to give yourself to me. To belong only to me. And you did so, only when you were sure about us. You knew what laying in my bed would mean. But Ava is too young to decide whether to give away her body”.
“I hear you, I do. And it was my choice to give myself to you, Tommy. And I don’t regret that for a second. And it’s also Ava’s choice when and how, even with who, she decides to give her body too. Not yours. I know you hate it. I know you want to protect her innocence. But as parents, our job is to make sure our children are equipped with the knowledge to make safe and smart choices. We have to trust Ava”. Stroking his cheek, you softly added. “I don’t like the idea of her fooling around any more than you do. But how you handled it, wasn’t okay”.
“I know”.
“You frightened her. Not to mention the boys and Florence”.
At the mention of Flo, Tommy’s eyes softened completely. “How are they?”.
“Confused and scared. Especially, Flo. For fuck sake, Tommy, they saw you nearly choke Rob to death”.
"I never wanted Flo or the boys to see me like that”.
“Daddy?”. At the sound of Florence’s fragile voice, Tommy wiped his cheek, squatting to her level. “Why did you hurt Rob? Did he make you mad?”.
“He did, sweetheart”.
“What did he do wrong?”.
“He put his hands where he shouldn’t have”.
“Like you did?”. She asked, clutching Mr Giraffe.
“Like me, yes”.
“You have to say sorry, Daddy. When we hurt someone, we say sorry”.
“Florence, sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs. Frances will help you pack a small bag”.
Nodding, Flo ran out.
“Bag? Where are you going, eh?”.
"To Linda's, where me and the children will stay for the night. And you will stay here and calm down”.
“I am calm”.
“No, you’re not, Tommy”. You replied, placing a hand over his chest. “You’re heart is racing. And you have that look in your eyes that tells me you still want to teach Rob a lesson. Which is why I will call Polly, and she will stay with you and make sure you don’t-”.
“Don’t what? Kill Robert?. I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to check in”.
“I love you. I need you to know that”. He whispered.
“Take a bath, shoot cans in the field to blow off steam if you have to. But make sure that tomorrow, that look in your eyes is gone”.
He counted your steps from his desk to the door, holding his breath when you reached the threshold and didn’t turn back. For the first time in the marriage, you hadn’t said those three words back.
Tommy hadn’t slept all night, not even after Polly came to deliver her “Fucking men and thinking they always know best” lecture. Keeping her watchful eye on him until an hour ago. Once Polly left, the house became far too silent for his liking. He needed noise. Needed to hear the sounds of Charlie and Theo stomping around. Needed to hear Florence tell him about the adventures she and Mr Giraffe had taken that day. Needed to hear you say that you loved him. He needed his family.
Wandering into the nursery, Tommy drummed his fingers over the crib. Four children had grown up in this very room, the fifth on her way to becoming a grown Shelby. He thought about the challenges Eleanor would bring. Would she be defiant? To spontaneous? A rule breaker, following her own set of rules like her father? Or would she be a lover of knowledge? A restless soul craving new adventurers? Whichever version Ella grew into, Tommy knew she would inherit your goodness, your beauty. All the children had. They held love in their hands, savoured the laughter in their throats, and chased what their hearts desired - even if it only lasted a few hours. They were better than he was because they had you as their mother.
“Ava and I spoke last night”. You softly said. Tommy turned, hesitant but willing to listen. “She told me that hands under shirts is as far as it went. And I explained to her the responsibility that is attached to something as intense as sex. And she reassured me that when she is ready for that step, she’ll come to me first”.
“I don’t like the fact that this is even a topic of conversation”.
“We have two more daughters and two young boys. This conversation will happen again, Tommy”.
“Ava’s different, love. She’s our firstborn”. Putting his hands on the crib, he half-smiled remembering how tiny Ava looked inside. “That first month, you didn't step out of the house, too scared to leave her alone. And I sat in this nursery watching her sleep, making sure she was breathing. Now, she hates me".
"Ava loves you, and she will forgive you".
"I fucked up. I never should of...I fucked up and I don't know how to fix it".
Rubbing his shoulders, you kissed the back of his neck, whispering. “By taking baby steps. We’ll get through this. We’ll be okay”.
He sighed, holding onto you. Hoping that he hadn’t destroyed his relationship with Ava.
By late afternoon, you brought the children home. Tommy waited in the driveway, Florence rushing to tightly hug him hello, using her Shelby innocence to make Tommy promise to play tea parties sometime in the week. She happily bounced inside, Charlie and Theo rushing towards the kitchen to fill their bellies with the newest dessert Frances had whipped up. While Ava avoided eye contact with Tommy while they headed across the fields.
“Why are we here, Dad?”. She asked, noticing the familiar surroundings of Johnny’s camp and catching the smell of firewood.
“We're here so I can do the right thing". Tommy replied, nodding across the camp to Johnny who ventured off. “Ava, it’s not easy for me to watch you grow up. Sometimes, I see demons where there aren’t any. I lose my temper, and I do bad things because my priority is to protect our family. But I need to let you grow up. To let you become a beautiful, smart, extraordinary woman, just like your mother”.
Ava smiled, tucking her dark locks behind her ear. To her left, Rob cautiously walked over. Her eyes fell to his neck, bearing the red mark of Tommy’s violent temper.
Tommy cleared his throat. “Robert, I would like to apologize for putting my hands on you. It was not the way to handle the situation. And I should have trusted Ava's judgement. She wouldn't have you in her life if she didn't believe you were a good man”.
Extending his hand, it took a full minute before Rob did the same. This time, Tommy’s grip was firm but not deadly. Like men, they shook heads, nodded and signed a silent agreement never to speak of the incident again.
“It went well then?”. You asked, stepping out of the barn as you saw them approach.
Ava nodded, sheepishly smiling. “Now that Dad doesn’t want to hurt Rob anymore, does that mean I can see him again?”.
Glancing at Tommy, he starched his cheek. “Your father and I discussed it, and until we say otherwise, you can only see Rob under our supervision. No closed doors, no fooling around”.
“Can I see him tonight?”.
“Baby steps, Ava”. Tommy warned, flicking his cigarette and squashing it under his boot.
“Baby steps”. She repeated, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
You smiled, pulling Tommy to you. “I kind of love you, Tommy Shelby”.
“Kind of, eh?”.
“Alright, fine. I fucking love you”.
“I fucking love you, too”. He whispered, sealing such a feeling in a lasting kiss that left you breathless. “How quiet do you think you can be?”.
You pondered his question, giving a mischievous smile. “We haven’t visited our spot in a while”.
“By the lake? Under the oak tree where we conceived Theo?”.
“Where we think we conceived Theo. But, why not? The children are playing inside and anything they need Frances can help with. The weather is nice. And-”. You tugged on his shirt, suggestively biting his lower lip. “And I don’t feel like being quiet”.
He smirked, sparking a shiver down your spine. Intertwining your hand in his, Tommy grabbed the checkered blanket from atop the hay bale, leading you across the dirt road and beyond fields.
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