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Beg for It~TommyxReaderxJohn
Pairings: TommyxReader(3rd person)xJohn
MDNI.18+
Warnings: NON-CON, Degradation, humiliation, offensive language, spanking, and manipulation. PLEASE, PLEASE...take this warning seriously because I almost didn't post this. The vocal humiliation and degradation is ROUGH. Because it is, I just want to disclaim that, I, myself are against these actions in real life. However, this is purely fiction and for consenting ADULTS wishing to indulge.
Summary: When John Shelby goes to pick up the protection fee, he is met with the baker's sassy daughter. Not appreciating her attitude, Tommy and John teach her a little lesson.
Prompt: Beg for It
Word Count: 4,243
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It was a new bakery that many people in the city seemed to enjoy. Italian. Which always made the Shelby family slightly curious. But everyone assured them: a sweet family that always minded their own business. Even Tommy couldnât find anything wrong about them-Italian mother, Italian father, American born daughter. Though, perhaps that was curious. But, really, the worst thing they have done was introduce the Brummies to this soft, decadent pastry. It was a fluffy bun stuffed to the brim with a soft, sweet cream. They sold out within thirty minutes every morning and by early afternoons most days, the shop was bare minimums with perhaps some breads and biscuits.Â
The shop owners' daughter was left to clean after closing. That was her duty besides working the counter; clean the shop top to bottom. She'd just finished sweeping the floor when the door opened. Not realizing she had left it unlocked, she jumped to find a young man dressed well in a blue suit. Politely, he took off his flat cap and tucked it away under her arm, and bowed his head respectfully. Regrettably she winced, âIâm sorry, sir, but we are closed. But we have some leftover bread if you want to just take it.â She started to walk around the counter, leaving her broom leaning on the wall. He grinned, walking around the shop, looking around at everything. He took note of the small things and the big things. It was a nice place, he admitted to himself. Perhaps his aunt was right in praising it.Â
She was packing up some bread when he finally paused and turned to her, toothpick twirling about in his mouth. He grinned and walked to the counter, leaning on it. Teasingly, he pulled the bag closer to him by his index finger before lifting it to his face. Almost mockingly, he closed his eyes and took a deep inhale, holding it before letting out a long, exaggerated, âmmmmmmm.â His eyes fluttered open and he gave a toothy grin. âDo you bake?â
She smiled, taking the bag back and taping it shut for him. âNo. My father and motherâŚI do everything else. Cleaning, the counter, the money, the organizing. Keeps me busy. Out of trouble, they say.âÂ
Thatâs when he leaned in a bit closer wearing a grin that made her drop her smile. Despite being modest, his eyes still moved to her blouse as he said, âand are you trouble?â
âNo.â She was a bit more curt with him, lips pursed. âBut I heard you Brummie boys were a lot of trouble. What are you looking for? Something tells me you arenât exactly looking for bread.â Thatâs when he chuckled to himself. Always the girls with the big mouths, he thought, looking back up to her before digging out a piece of paper. It had a money amount written on it.Â
âActually, it is I that has something for your father. Is he around?â
She grabbed the paper from his fingers, tearing it at the edge before her eyes skimmed over it. She had to lie. âNo, you just missed him. Heâs gone away to visit some family for the weekend. What is this?âÂ
âA little fee that businesses around here pay,â he explained, tone changing a bit. Sitting up, he straightened his jacket. âIâm John Shelby.â
She glared at him, jaw stiff a bit. âA fee? Pizzo. Itâs fuckinâ pizzo!â She ripped it up in tiny little pieces. John watched her, amused. What a fighter, eh? In her hand was a pile of white flakes. She leaned down and blew. âNow, itâs fuckinâ snow! Merry fuckinâ Christmas, John Shelby, and you can go fuck yourself and your PizzoâŚ.â John Shelby looked down at his jacket, flicking off the white specks, nodding his head.Â
âDo you normally have such a mouth?â he asked, arching a brow. âHm? Did your daddy ever tell you that you shouldnât talk to others like that, eh?â
âAnd did yours ever tell you that you shouldnât extort innocent businesses?â she mocked. âIt's extortion. That is the actual term, asshole.â
âExtortion, fee, pizzo,â he shrugged. âAll the same fookinâ outcome if you donât pay it-â
âOh!?â She laughed, amused. She grabbed a rum bottle from under the counter. The same type her father both drank from and used for baking. âWhat will happen? Hmm?â She started to walk around the counter. âBurn it down?â she mocked. âOh, no! The big scary man is going to burn down my bakery cause he didnât get his way.â She was walking towards him, finger poking at his vest-covered chest. Slowly, he backed up, eying her.
âItâs a protection fee,â he said. âProtect you and your family and business from-â
âFrom what? You? Please, you canât fool me. Iâm fuckinâ Italian. I know what pizzo is. I pay it, I keep my business. I donâtâŚyou burn it down. But you know what, burn it right now, Mr. Shelby. Go ahead, hm? Be that big, scary gangster you are and burn it.â John was not going to entertain this. Crazy girl. He rolled his eyes and nodded for her to have a good day, but when he turned his back, he heard the rum spill to the ground and splash to him. In her pocket was a book of matches and she lit one. âHmm? Iâll do it.âÂ
John cursed under his breath, rubbing his temple. Putting his hand up, he said, âokay, lookâŚjust put the fookinâ match down, alright. No pizzoâŚno pizzo!â Breathing got a bit heavier, he scratched the back of his head. âFuckinâ ell, you crazy bitch! What is wrong with you?â That is when she smirked and started to lower the match, throwing it to the ground. He jumped back, hollering. âWhat the fuck!?â But she laughed as the match sizzled and went out. It was water in the rum bottle.Â
âWhat is wrong with me? Ha!â She dropped her smile and glared. âIâm fucking crazy and if you donât leave my bakery, I will show you just how fucking crazy I can be, John Shelby.â He scoffed and put his hat on his head, leaving. The bakery shook as he was not shy about slamming the door.Â
That night when she explained to her father about the predicament she was sure she handled it, but he was less than impressed. The next day, a few shillings in hand and a bag of bread, she was forced to go to the Garrison. âApologize sincerely,â her father had warned. But she simply rolled her eyes. There was no way an apology was going to slip from her stubborn lips.Â
She walked in, the pub empty except a familiar man at the counter, sipping a whiskey, writing some numbers in a book. She cleared her throat, and he paused, turning around. Snorting, he looked at her and continued writing. âCome here to burn the pub?â he asked in a mumble.Â
âNo.â She walked forward and slammed the bread on the counter before reaching in her little coin satchel. âHere. Though I donât see it, my father is scared of you. Pathetic, really.â She put the fee on the counter and pushed it to him. He was about to say something when another man walked through double wooden doors, pausing. Â
âYouâre that bakerâs girl, eh?â he asked, lighting a smoke and walking forward. âCalled me this morning. Said youâd be here by nine.â Mockingly, he pulled out his gold watch and said, âah, but itâs ten.â She scoffed, eyes about to roll, but he tapped on the counter. âOi! Donât look at me like that, girl.â He said âgirlâ as if she was below him, condescendingly. His finger pointed at her. âYou have a fuckinâ mouth on you, yâknow? Talkinâ to me brother like that, eh.â
She grinned and looked down at John. âTold your brother? Aw, you must be the baby. Telling his older brotherâŚoh, the mean little baker girl scared-â She jumped and yelped when Tommy hit the wooden counter again. That time was harder and louder. Her eyes slowly looked up at him as he made his way to her.Â
âHow old are you?â he asked, perching the cigarette between his lips. The smoke blew in her face, causing her to choke a bit.
Admittedly, she was a little scared when she noticed the gun in the holster. But she kept her attitude. âSeeing the wrinkles under your eyes, Iâm a lot younger than you.â John paused, taking a deep breath, mouthing fuckinâ âell. Little did she know her stubborn mouth was going to get her in trouble.Â
Tommy took the smoke from his lips and stared at her in disbelief. He reached out and grabbed her cheeks, fingers pressing harshly into her skin. John watched, feeling his stomach drop when she pushed away and slapped him. Tommy laughed, head still turned and rubbing his cheek. âFuckinâ âell.â Looking back at her, he asked, âDaddy never taught you any manners, eh? Just walk around thinking you can act like a little cunt, hm?â
She spat at his feet and said, âdefinitely taught me not to let men put their fuckinâ hands on me. You got your money, Iâm going to leave.â When she attempted to push past him, unapologetically bumping into his arm, he turned and gripped a handful of her hair. âShit!â She hissed, struggling to regain herself, pushing at him. âLet go-!â With his free hand, he wrapped it around her throat just enough to make her panic.Â
âYouâre a fuckinâ brat,â he said, amused walking her to the back office. She kept telling him in a mix of grunts and pleads to let go of her, but he easily shut her up. He gripped her neck in a way that his thumb, pinky, and ring finger were pressing against her flesh, but his middle and index were shoved in her mouth. âThere you go, shut up, hm?â He laughed as her tongue tried to pry his fingers out of her mouth. It was even more cute when she tried to speak and her words were just a string of gurgles. âHmm? What is it, baby?â He moved his fingers around in her mouth and cooed. âI know, sweety. It doesnât feel so nice being humiliated, does it? Itâs okay, though. Mr. Shelby is going to be so kind, hmm? Okay? Heâs going to teach you a little lesson so this doesnât happen again.â He kicked the door to his office shut and moved her to the wooden desk. She fought against him, trying to push her body against his to throw him off.Â
John could hear the commotion from the bar and slid off his stool, walking in and pausing at the door frame. Brow arched, he asked, âis this really necessary?â Tommy, tired, threw her on the ground and put his foot on the back on her left leg, telling her to stay. John shook his head. âShe paid the money, let âer go, Tommy.â
Tommy, out of breath, gave his brother a look that was familiar. The one look that John couldnât fight with. âWhat?â he asked, arching his brow. âJohn, lock fucking door and comeâŚstop fuckinâ movingâŚand come here, eh?â John let out a long sigh and shut the double doors, locking them. When he walked over, Tommy took a seat back and grabbed his bottle of rum. âGet her over the desk-â
âTommy,â John said, slumping his shoulders a bit. âWhat the fuck are you going to? Spank her?â When Tommy didnât answer, John froze before cursing. âYou arenât-â
âYouâre right,â he said. âIâm not, John, you are.âÂ
She sat up and backed herself up against the desk, swallowing as she looked up at John. When their eyes connected, she said, âIâm sorryâŚplease donât. I just want to go home.â But John had to listen to his older brother. Kneeling, he gave her a sympathetic frown before hoisting her up. She struggled a bit, but gave up seeing that the doors were locked by a key.Â
âFace her towards me, John,â he said, reaching for another smoke. John rested her body over the wooden desk, and when she looked at Tommy, he smiled at her. She flinched when he reached out and gently caressed her cheek, thumb teasing at her lips. âWhat a fuckinâ mouth on you, eh? Such a messy girl, hm? Open.â She sucked her lips in, in protest, shaking her head, but he simply pinched her nose. Struggling she kept her lips sealed until she had to suck in air. âGood girl,â he praised. âSee?â Tommy shoved his two fingers in her mouth again, pushing them to the back of her throat. Gagging and drooling, she made a pool of mess on the desk. âSee, John? Sheâs a good girl. Just only shuts her mouth at the wrong times.â John looked down at her in pity, but he would be lying if he said it wasnât turning him on just a bit. âYou never had anything in this pretty mouth before, huh? I can tell. Thatâs a good girl. Practice on my fingers.â Thatâs when she fought back, pushing away and spitting them out. Catching John off guard, she slipped from the desk, accidentally falling into the seat.
âYouâre disgusting,â she said, wiping her mouth.Â
Tommy slid back in his chair and got up, walking to his brother and gripping his face. The two had a short stair down before Tommy said, âcanât keep a fuckinâ girl half your fuckinâ size in place?â John looked off to the side, but Tommy forced him to look at him, slapping his cheek. âOi! Listen to me, eh? You fuckinâ keep her in place or Iâll do it! Understand me, John?â John nodded and mumbled alright, Tommy. âGood.â He turned to her and kneeled to her height, lifting up her chin. âYou better hope he does what I tell him because youâll not like what I do to you.â Those words sent a chill up her spine that caused her to be slightly more compliant. She allowed him to easily place her over the desk. âLook at me, sweetheart. I want to see those beautiful eyesâŚah, good girl. Now open your mouth.â John pressed his lower half against her legs so she couldnât move. She opened her mouth and took in his fingers. âGo on, practice. How would you suck my cock?â The way he said âmyâ and not âaâ made her stomach curl. Was he going to make her do it? She obediently bobbed her head back and forth, not breaking eye contact. âYou can do betterâŚtry harder.â His eyes fluttered up to John, amused. âFuckinâ just gonna stand there?â She bobbed harder, sucking on them and swirling her tongue around his fingers. Drool was pooling from her lips.Â
John rolled his eyes. âWhat would you like me to do, Tommy?â
âWhat are you, a fuckinâ virgin? Got to show you what to do? Take off your fuckinâ belt for one,â he said looking back at her, smiling. âCause someone still needs her little arse spanked, huh? Cause someoneâs father didnât fucking do it. Huh? Itâs okayâŚdonât be scared. Some girls like having their body abused like that. I think you may be one of them.â Johnâs hands slid up her quivering legs. She whimpered on his fingers, feeling John tickle her skin. His fingers hooked around the waist band and pulled south until he slipped them from her legs. John looked over the pink silk, thumb rubbing against the oval wet spot, a small grin on his face before he showed Tommy. Tommy pulled his fingers out of her mouth, a string of spit following. Her lips were a beautiful bruised red that made his cock twitch in his trousers. When he noticed her eyes drift down, he gently tickled her chin. âDonât worry, sweety. Youâll get that soon enough when Iâm sure you wonât bite.â He grabbed the panties and looked at the wet spot before showing her. âLook at this,â he said, smiling as if he was proud of her. âWhat is this? You either tinkled yourself or your little cunt is getting excited.â He brought it up his face and to her disgust, he licked it before grinning. âSuch a dirty slut.â
Meanwhile, John was rolling her skirt over her ass, resting it on her back. It gave him a full, beautiful view of her ass and pussy. John grinned and looked up at Tommy, âI think someone enjoys being degraded.â His hands worked at his belt, sliding it off through the loops. It was pure leather. When his hand rested on her ass, massaging the soft, untouched skin, her body jolted. His hands were cold. John sighed. âI didnât even start yet, babygirl.âÂ
âI think twenty would do her good,â Tommy said, balling up her panties. âCâmon, sweetheart, open your mouth up againâŚlet me put these in.âÂ
âItâs going to hurt,â she whimpered, but didnât protest, opening her mouth for him to gag her with her own panties.Â
âThatâs the point, babygirl,â John said, looking up at Tommy with a grin. He was starting to enjoy it a bit himself, remembering how much the girl pissed him off the day before. âTwenty?â Tommy nodded and looked back at her.Â
âYes, twenty,â he said. âAre you scared?âÂ
She nodded, unable to speak properly.
âThink of just how much more scared you would be if you didnât pay that fuckinâ fee,â he said, touching her cheek, sliding it up to her hair. âWithout me protecting you. Hm? Arenât you happy you are here with Mr. Shelby and not getting your little cunt raped by some savage fucking Italian.â Her eyes started to well a bit and he pouted, mockingly. âOh, sweetheart, I forgotâŚyouâre Italian. Sorry, you kind of just look like a dirty little girl to me right now. You want me to stop? Yeah? You do?â She nodded, crying into the rag. He chuckled. âThen beg for it. Beg for me to stop.â She tried to yell the words through her underwear, but it didnât come out. âAww, you canât, can you. John, go on. Twenty spanksâŚsoft at first. Weâll at least be nice in that regard.â
John nodded. âAlright.â He gave her round ass once last rub and a love tap before spitting on her. His eyes studied the hand crafted leather belt, feeling it in his hands before raising it and bringing it down against her skin. It was a soft tap, and she jolted for the surprise more than anything. It was a little sting, nothing more. âOne.â He waited a second before bringing it down again. âOi!â He shouted. âTwo! CâmonâŚcount.â Through the fabric, she tried to count, but he was always one ahead of her. Sometimes heâd land one at a time then others, two. With each spank, he went harder as if he was getting angrier, hating her. But John just loved the sound of leather hitting her bare skin. Especially the way it looked. âYour arse is so fuckinâ red,â he moaned out, one handly unbuttoning his trousers, allowing his cock out. âTommy,â he said, looking over to his brother. âAfterâŚafter Iâm done-â
âYou still have ten more spanks,â he said, hand still cradling her cheek, wiping away her tears with a swipe of his thumb. âDoesnât he, sweetheart? Itâs okay. Youâre taking them so well. Daddy is very proud of you.â The way he said daddy nearly made her toes curl. She moaned in the rag, eyes getting heavy. âIâm going to take such good care of you,â he whispered.
John sighed as his hand gently tugged eagerly at his cock. Her cunt was there and all he wanted was to rub it against her. But he raised the belt and from frustration, slammed it down hard. In pain, she screamed into the rag, fingers white knuckled gripping at the wood. There was a knock at his office, and through the wood, someone said, âJesus, Tommy, what the fuck are you doinâ in there?â
Tommy sighed, but John answered for him, âfuck off, Arthur!âÂ
Tommy laughed and pinched her cheek. âScreaming a little too loud, princess. Did Johnny boy hit you too hard, hm?â She nodded and he frowned. âAlright, but itâs your job to keep quiet, eh?â She nodded, feeling completely submitted to him. If she wasnât gagged, she would have said, with ease, yes, sir. âGood girl.âÂ
âWhat is going on in there, eh?â The door jiggled and John glared at him. âWhy is the door locked, hm?âÂ
âI said, fuck off!â he hollered, spanking another skin splitting hit. Her eyes nearly bulged from her head as she tried not to scream. Tommy looked at John and put his hand up, silently telling him to calm down just a tad. The poor girlâs ass was blistering red and on fire. Tommy hadnât expected his brother to get so worked up.Â
âArthur,â Tommy yelled, standing up and leaning into the girl. âItâs my other brother. Iâll be back, sweetheart. Be good to John, eh? Can you do that?â And she nodded, which made him smile. Sweetly, and surprisingly, he kissed her forehead, lingering there. Waltzing around the desk, he paused at John, placing a hand on his shoulder. âJust seven more.â John nodded. Something about spanking her made him feral. Made him want to shove her body against his bed, face pushed in the pillow. Tommy unlocked the door and slid out.Â
When he left, John dropped his belt and leaned over her, hand around her throat. âYou really fuckinâ pissed me off yesterdayâŚ. Ripping up my shite like that.â He pushed his cock between her legs, allowing it to tease at her lips. Feeling it there felt like hell. She tried to shimmy herself from his grasp, whimpering, but he was far too heavy. âWhat the fuck you think youâre doing, huh? Coming here with your smart mouthâŚnot so smart now, huh? Your dirty panties shoved down your throat. You canât even ask me to stop right now. I could do it, you know? Pissed me off so, so fucking badâŚI could do it.â He started to move his hips up, his cock slipping between her lips, pushing up and rubbing against her clit. His breath shuddered. âThen you come in here like you fuckinâ own everywhere you stepâŚAnd you didnât even apologize. Get this fuckinâ rag out of your mouth!â He pulled it out and grabbed a fist of her hair, and made her sit up a bit. Immediately, she started choking and gasping for all the air she could. âSay youâre fuckinâ sorry.â
Choking on her tears, she cried out, âIâm sorry!â
âSay it againâŚsay youâre fucking sorry for being such a disgusting little cunt.â
She had to pause, squeezing her eyes shut in shame. âI-Iâm-â
âGet it the fuck out!â he yelled in her ear.
âIâm sorry for being such a disgusting little cunt!â
âGood,â he said, about to position himself when the door opened and locked behind him. He closed his eyes, cursing. Tommy walked around the desk, looking at his brother. âI finished the spankingâŚ.â
âDid you?â he asked, and John nodded. Tommy looked at the girl. âDid he?â She nodded. Tommy tsked and shook his head. âAre you lying to me, sweetheart?â When she nodded again, Tommy looked up at John. âGot a fuckinâ wife at home and youâre that horny? Get a new fuckinâ wife, eh? Take your cock and put it away.â John groaned, pushing away from the girl, fixing himself.
âReally, Tommy? You made me do this and you wonât let me finish?â he asked.
Tommy lit another smoke and said, âno, your job was to spank herâŚnever said to fuck the girl. You can leave. Arthur is outside waiting. You two need to go run some errands for me.â John rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath before heading out the door. When it slammed shut and locked, Tommy looked down at her. âDid he fuck you?â She shook her head. âUse your words.â
âNo, sir,â she choked.Â
He gave a quick nod, âgood.â Tommy sat back in his chair and leaned back. âCâmere.â The girl paused for a second watching as he patted his lap before slowly climbing off the desk and into his lap. âGood girl,â he cooed, bringing her into his chest. âRest against me. Donât worry, weâre done with our little lesson. Did you learn anything?â
âYes, sir.â
âAnd what did you learn?â
âTo be a good girl.â Tommy smiled at that answer, cradling her in his arms. His hand danced in circles around her back while her head rested against his chest. âCan I go home soon?â she asked, feeling worn out and filthy from what had happened. Nevermind emotionally and mentally fucked.
Tommy looked down at her before he said, âno. I think you and Mr. Shelby will spend some more time together. Perhaps for the evening. How does that sound, eh?â He placed a kiss on her head and called her a, âpretty girl.â She couldnât fight him. It was no use. Submitting, she snuggled into his lap, yawning. âAnd I think you and I can make a new arrangement in regards to the protection fee.â With that, he stood, holding her in his arms. âCâmon,â he whispered. âIâll take you to my home and weâll have a bath.â
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Tangled Desires (and Broken Innocence)
Summary: In the gritty streets of Birmingham, the Shelby brothers rule with an iron fist. The source of their success in the criminal underworld? Their loyalty to one another. Yet, everything changes when a mysterious girl named Lola Haze and her family arrive in town. Young, bratty, and irresistible in her short sundress, she stirs Tommy, Arthur, and John's curiosity. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and the awful secrets she hides, Lola decides to ignite the three brothers' desire. Yet she soon understands that these violent delights can only have violent ends and that she will never escape this hell she created: a hell located between love and abuse with three men.
TW: Extreme violence, M/M/F/M, kidnapping, porn with plot, rough sex, huge age gap (Lola is legal), Dubcon, mention of child abuse, highly inspired by Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and Lana Del Rey's song. We don't know Lola's real name so consider her (Y/N).
𫧠Playlist
𫧠Theme Song: Lolita by Lana Del Rey
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Coming soon on Tumblr too.
Chapter 1: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 2: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 3: Tumblr | AO3
Chapter 4: c o m i n g . . .
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
(More to come?)
𫧠Author's notes:
This will be a multi-chapter fic but the posting schedule will be irregular and I really don't know where I'm going with this. All I can tell you is that don't get fooled by the pink - this was supposed to be Halloween so itâs extremely dark, noncon and disturbing.
Also, I don't expect this to be popular. If you still want to be tagged just leave a little comment.
Please don't force yourself to read because you're my mutuals. It's okay to stay safe.
#Peaky blinders#Tommy shelby#Tommy shelby x yn#Tommy shelby imagine#Tommy shelby x oc#Arthur Shelby#arthur shelby x y/n#Arthur Shelby x oc#John Shelby#john shelby x y/n#John Shelby x oc#Peaky blinders x reader#Peaky blinders imagine#Tommy shelby smut#Arthur Shelby smut#John Shelby smut#Tangled Desires
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Stay - One Shot
Tommy Shelby x Reader -Â Masterlist
Word count: 4532
Requested by: @morrigan-crowmwell
Summary: Tommy realizes that despite him trying to avoid it, he loves and needs you.
Warning: angst, fluff and rough smut with dirty talk?
A/N: This was inspired by a brazilian song called "evidĂŞncias", as requesteted. I hope you like itđ .
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
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He entered forcefully, pushing the door of your room open like a hurricane.
"Stop it," he ordered, pointing his finger at you.
You glanced at him, but your hands kept busy, packing your bags, shoving clothes into a bag that was clearly struggling to fit even half your dresses.
"I told you to stop," he said, approaching you and closing shut the door of your small wardrobe.
"Make me," you said irritably, trying to force the door open, but his hand on top of it prevented the process.
You rolled your eyes and carried on, your determined hands struggling with the stubborn zipper. You tried to wrestle the wardrobe open once again, a frown deepening on your face, but just as before, his hand on it prevented your success.
You sighed loudly, grabbing your bag from the bed and headed toward the door, ready to leave the scene.
He grabs your wrist firmly, preventing you from reaching the door, stopping you from leaving.
"Let me go!" you shout and struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go of your wrist. His gaze seemed disturbed like he was out of himself. "Are you drunk?" you ask, pulling your hand, hating the fact that he's stronger than you.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, and you clearly notice the knot in his throat.
"Tommy, you're hurting me," you say as the strength of his grip on your wrist becomes stronger.
"You can't do this. You canât leave me" he says.
"Why do you care?" you ask angrily, pulling your wrist as you feel he loosened his grip on it and took a step back.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of frustration and desperation. He runs his fingers through his hair, a sign of his internal struggle.
âTommy, what the fuck? You can't just barge in like this and do thisâ you said angrily
he swallowed harshly and looked around the room, the same room he had been with you many many nights before. The same room where he sleep nestled against your neck, smelling your scent to prevent his fucking nightmares. The same room he told you he couldnât be with you, that he didn't want to be with you. The same room he broke your fucking heart.Â
âItâs not fair,â you added, letting go of your bag to fall loudly to the floor.Â
âFair?â he chuckled âlife isnât fairâ he said frustrated.Â
His response only fueled your anger.
It felt like he was dismissing your feelings, brushing them aside with his cynicism. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with a mixture of irritation and hurt.
"Life isn't fair? Is that all you have?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tommy clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. His eyes held a storm of conflicting emotions â regret, anger, and an undeniable pain that seemed to cut through his tough exterior.
"It's not like that, ey" he said, his voice strained. "I never wanted any of this to happen."
"Oh, so it's not your fault then?" you retorted, your tone dripping with bitterness âyou stood right thereâ you pointed at one side of the room âand you told me you couldnât fucking love me anymore! Like, what the fuck! Poor misunderstood Tommy Shelby⌠you wanted me to beg? to do what?! To run after you like a fucking dog. To beg for your love. Was that it? Tell me, what did you want?â, you couldn't restrain the anger in your voice
He winced, as if your words were a physical blow. You could see the pain in his eyes, a flicker of regret that he was desperately trying to hide. But it was too late for that â the dam had broken, and the flood of pent-up emotions was pouring out
âThatâs because I love youâ he said, making you laugh in disbeliefÂ
âFuck you!â you barked at him
âWhen I said i didnât want you anymore, thats because I still fucking doâ he spat out.
âWhat? Are you bloody high?â you shook your headÂ
He seemed to search inside for the right words. It was clear he was struggling.
âI can't let you leaveâ he stated
âIts not up to youâ you answered coldly
âI will blow every road out of this damn city if I have to, drown every boat. But you are not leaving, ehâ he warned, his finger raised, pointing at you as a warning sign
âI hate you so much right nowâ you whispered, your words seeming to have an effect on him. He breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling of your room
"Look, I know I messed up," he admitted, his voice quieter now.
"You damn right you did," you said, your anger still burning hot.
His frustration crackled in the air like an electric current. Everything was spiraling out of control, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He watched as you challenged him, your voice a mix of irritation and hurt. It was a pain he was intimately familiar with, one he had tried to distance himself from.
He knew he was the architect of his own misery. The moment he let himself care, truly care for you, he had opened the door to chaos. His heart, so carefully guarded, now laid exposed and vulnerable.
He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense, burning with a mixture of what you assumed to be anger and fear.
His heart raced in his chest, each beat a reminder of what he stood to lose. He wanted to grab you, to shake some sense into you, to break down the walls he had built between you.
But his hand remained at his side, clenched into a fist. He could feel the heat of his anger pulsating through him, but it was masked by an even greater terror - the terror of losing you.
"You think I wanted this?" he finally spat out, his voice raw. "You think I wanted to hurt you?"
You didn't answer, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of defiance and something deeper.
He ran a hand through his hair, the usually impeccable locks now disheveled, mirroring the chaos inside him. Every step he took seemed to carry the weight of his uncertainty, his fear of losing something he hadn't realized he'd grown so dependent on.
"This is bloody ridiculous. I can't do this, alright? I can't bloody bear the thought of you walking away," he muttered to himself, his voice taut with frustration.
His gaze flickered to the door, as if half-expecting you to disappear beyond it any second. The very idea seemed to send a jolt of panic through him.
"You drive me mad!" he said, his voice rising in agitation.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing uneven as his gaze darted around the room, searching for some form of escape from the vulnerability clawing at him.
"I've denied it, tried to pretend I didn't need you, that I could bloody well do without you," he admitted, "but I need you," he practically spat out, the words almost foreign on his tongue. "More than I care to fucking admit. You're under me skin, in me bloody bones, and I'm terrified of what that means. Iâve tried but I can't fool me heart, I can't keep lying to meselfâÂ
His voice cracked, the dam of his emotions threatening to break completely.
The room felt stifling, a cage that held him captive with his own fears. Tears welled up in your eyes, the battle between your anger and your love for him raging within you. You took a shaky breath, your own vulnerability exposed.
"You can't leave," he said, his voice low but laced with a desperation that belied his usual composure. "I won't let you. I can't." His admission hung in the air, raw and unfiltered.
Tommy's agitation reached a fever pitch, his body tense, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, fear, and something deeper that he struggled to name.
He couldn't let you go â not now, not ever. The very idea of you slipping through his fingers was enough to shatter his carefully constructed world.
You stared back at him, the weight of his words sinking in.
A mixture of anger and hurt still lingered within you, the wounds of his past actions still fresh. But now, in this charged moment, you could see that he was baring his soul to you.
You didnât know what to do, what to say. part of you wanted to shout at him, to slap him to push him to the floor and kick his guts⌠but at the same time, part of you wanted to run to his arms, to kiss him, hold him strongly⌠truthfully, Your heart ached as you watched him struggle
You stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His eyes followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his gaze.
Your hand reached out, your fingers gently uncurling his clenched fist, the gesture a silent reassurance.
"I can't lose you," he choked out, his voice a mere whisper, his eyes searching yours for some form of understanding.
"I don't want to leave," you admitted softly, your voice breaking âbut⌠you can't just come in here and say all of that after causing me so much pain. The past won't just disappear, Tommy. You can't just expect me to forget everything and come running back."
He shook his head, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "I'm not asking you to forget," he said, his voice gentle but urgent. "I'm asking for a chance. A chance to make things right, eh? to show you how much you mean to me. I know I fucked up. But I need you, I need your lips on mine." His thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. "Iâll give you my life, you can do whatever you want with it. I just want to hear you say yes, that you'll give me a chance to fix it. To fix us."
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, torn between the memories of pain and the yearning for something more.
His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"Tommy⌠IâŚ," you whispered, losing your words.Â
His gaze bore into yours, his thumb now tracing a path from your cheek to your lips, a feather-light touch that ignited a spark within you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often presented to the world.
"Say you'll give us a chance," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a fragile plea.
His hands still cupped your face, his touch warm against your skin. His eyes danced between your lips and your eyes, a silent request for permission.
Your heart hammered in your chest, the battle between your head and your heart reaching its peak.
His touch, his words, they were like a balm to your wounded soul. And in that moment, you found yourself leaning in, your lips just a breath away from his.
"Tommy," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I want to believe you."
His eyes held yours, a mixture of relief and longing in his gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.
The kiss was short and when his eyes locked on yours again. his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing light patterns on your skin as if he didn't want to let go.
You took a deep breath, embracing your own vulnerability. "Tommy, IâŚI can't go through the same pain again. I wonât forgive you again"
âYou wonât need toâ he reaffirmed, his voice unwavering. His thumb kept brushing your cheek.
You nodded slowly, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope you gave him a small smile, trying to give him some comfort. As response, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace, His heartbeat thudded against you.Â
It was like a weight lifted off both your shoulders, replaced by a warm sense of security. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.
His fingers played with your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
There, in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in the possibility of healing.
He pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head and breathed deeply your scent, a scent that soothed him as a reminder of home.
âI love youâ he whispered in your ears
âFuck⌠I love you tooâ you said holding stronger onto him.
He pulled even estronger, his arms pressed strongly against you as if he was afraid you would slip away
As his arms held you close, his aftershave and Cologne mixture scent mingled with the warmth of his skin, enveloping your senses in a heady combination. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, feeling the texture of his skin under your touch.
His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on your back, now ventured lower, roaming over your ass, his touch light and teasing.
His lips brushed against your forehead, a soft and lingering kiss that held a promise of more.
Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed along your spine, sending a trail of tingling sensations.
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of apprehension.
"Tommy," you murmured, your voice barely audible, but laden with unspoken desire.
He swallowed audibly, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His fingers moved from your back to gently lift your chin, tilting your face up towards his and then his lips were on yours, a kiss that ignited a fire within you.
His lips moved against yours with a fervent passion, his hands sliding down to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.
Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you responded to his kiss with equal fervor.
His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the curve of your neck, placing soft kisses along the way. Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was a delicious torment that fueled the growing heat between you.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he breathed against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
The confession sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of his words adding fuel to the fire burning within you. Your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a sense of urgency. His hands mirrored your actions, working together, desperately to rid each other of the barriers that separated your bodies.
As the last button came undone, his shirt, suit and gunholster slipped from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.
Your fingertips traced the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath.
Your dress was eventually discarded to the floor along with his clothes. You felt so desperate for him, both almost ripping each other's clothes off like animals.
Leaning against the wall across him there was a full-body-length mirror giving him a perfect vision of your ass, and back as he moved his kisses around your neck and shoulders.
He put a hand on your ass and caressed it softly before drawing his hand back and spanking it hard. The slap was sharp and loud in the small bedroom and it mixed with your moan. You dug your nails on his back.
âYou're so fucking hot,â he said, noticing the skin of your ass becoming pinkish forming his handprint, moving to the other cheek, he squeezed it once, before slapping it just as hard.
He didnât lose time, his lips met yours, sliding desperately.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to express all the longing you had held back. The taste of him, the pressure of his lips moving against yours, were like fuel.
With a swift and confident movement, he scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his lower back as he carried you effortlessly towards the bed, where he gently placed you against the sheets. His lips never leaving yours.
He pinning you to the bed, kissing you with even more passion as he pressed his aching dick into your body through fhe fabric of his pants and briefs.
With your arms pinned against the bed, he started kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your breasts, and began to circle one of your nipples with his tongue.
âoh, Tommy. Fuckâ you moaned as he closed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it firmly.
He kissed your collar bone and moved to your earlobe, biting it playfully.Â
âTell me how bad do you want itâ he whispered, his voice hoarse
âI want it so fucking bad. Fuck, i need itâ you moaned
Tommy slid his pants off as if his life depended on it, his briefs slipping off along with it.
He flipped your body so that your stomach was pressing against the mattress. A movement that he did so effortlessly. Giving him the perfect view of your ass, which, according to him, was the most beautiful part of your body.Â
He took his hand and gave your ass another firm slap, before firmly grabbing both yout asscheeks and spreading them apart.Â
âSo fucking beautifullâ he praised.Â
he leaned over you, his face now close to yours, where he left a few kisses on your cheek. his mouth right next to your ear again, just because he knew that turned you on.Â
âI going to fuck you real good, eyâ he said, his hands sliding between your legs, a finger sliding inside of you.
âPleaseâ you moaned, spreading your legs a bit more apart
He stood back up, so that he could rub his dick against your asscheeks a few times before positioning it against your wet folds, leaning slightly, applying more and more pressure as he adjusted his posture before completely sliding inside of you.Â
âFuck, yesâ you moaned as you felt him inside of you.Â
He reached one of his hands to hold at your shoulders, while the other reached one of your arms, pulling it to your back, holding you firmly as he started pounding nice and hard against you.
With every stroke you felt him deeper, moans left your lips involuntarily. His name eventually mixed with the sensual sounds leaving your lips, making Tommy wish youâd never stop. Every moan serving as a fuel for his hard thrusts to get harder and deeper
âFuck, fuck⌠Tommy. Oh fuckâ you moaned and felt the same strong slap on your left asscheek, then on your right âyes! just like thatâ you told him
Everytime your perfectly red ass pressed against his hip bones his mind took mental pictures, he would be daydreaming about you like this for the next few days. This, you⌠was exactly what he needed. The only one he needed.Â
âYou like it, hm?â he asked breathlessly as he slapped your ass one more time
âYes, yes I doâ you told him, biting your lower lip.Â
âFuck you feel so goodâ he let his head fall back, momentarily taking his eyes off you. âTell me, y/n. Tell me you love itâ
âI love it Tommy. God, I love your fucking cock so so much. Fuck just like thatâ your words spit out so quickly, desperate for him not to stop.
He held at your hips pulling them against him everytime he thrusted, making the movement rougher by the minute.Â
You were feeling so overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you that the orgasm that washed over you was inevitable. It wasn't common but vaginal orgasms happened once in a while with you, making you impressed everytime it did.Â
âFuck! I coming, iâm comingâ you told him, as the orgasm washed over you, your face buried on the duvets
Without letting you recover from it, he pulled out and rolled you over to your back, your tits now reaching up, hard for him. He leaned over to kiss one of them as he pinched the other one hard.
âFuck!â you cried at the feelingÂ
He then laid beside you, pulling your hips to him as he did âGet up here and sit on meâ, he said and you slowly stumbled upwards to mount him.Â
Your head spinning slightly, out of breath as you were still feeling the effects of pleasure course through your veins. As you got on top of him you held his cock, stroking it a few times before directing it to your entrance and slowly lowering your hip, sliding his cock back inside of you, where it belonged.Â
âFuck yes, ride that cock, real niceâ he said as your hips moved back and forward. Tommys eyes were a combination of lust and admiration as he looked up to your bouncing tits and moaning lips.Â
Both your moans filled the room and you could feel his body shake slight from the pleasure building up at every hip movement. He reached to hold both your nipples, pinching and twisting them, making the pleasure harder to handle as your legs started to feel weaker.Â
Tommy leaned upwards pushing your hips against him, dictating the intensity of the moves as he was now working with you, his hips moving up, as yours pressed down on his.Â
âFuck, iâm getting closeâ He mutteredÂ
âMe too, oh god. me tooâ you told him and took your fingers to start caressing your clit as you continued the movements, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to grow stronger.Â
âYeah, Just like that, ride that, fucking, cockâ he said pausing between words everytime his hips pressed up.Â
His grip tighter on your hips, his eyes fucking you as the most lustfull moan escaped his lips, his primal instincs taking over as he moved up, throwing your back against the bed as he started to fuck you faster and harder than ever before. His grunts, getting deeper and louder.Â
âFuck! Donât stop, don't stop! Fuuuckâ You cried surprised at the new feeling. Your nails digging at whatever piece of flesh of his you could grab hold, scratching his skin.Â
You were already so close and his attack just made everything more intense, the knot that was forming before, was already strong and ready to explode. But for some reason it didn't, it just kept growing and growing.
âFuck, your pussy feels so fucking goodâ he told you out of breath, his atack on your nipples returning as one of his hands pinchend and twisted them.Â
All you could do at this point was moan the words fuck repeatedly, your body starting to shiver. Your moans were turning him on so hard you knew he wouldn't last longer.
âFuck, so close, so close. Donât stopâ you warned him,seconds before your body freezing as the best orgasm washed over you, your head spinning, a burning feeling washed over around your entire body as your skin felt hotter.
The sexiest moans leaving your lips followed by Tommys name, and that combined with your shivering state, was enough to push him over the edge. He couldn't hold anymore, a primal grunt escaped his lips and his moves got uncoordinated as he emptied himself inside of you, coming so hard he thought he would pass out, his vision getting blurred. After a few more strokes, he allowed himself to collapse on the bed beside you.Â
"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice still tinged with disbelief and desire as he caught his breath.
The room was silent now, just the sound of your labored breathing filling it as you both recovered. Your labored breaths began to synchronize, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo the connection between you.Â
Tommy's fingers brushed against your skin, as he moved to kiss your neck and collarbone. His touch, now gentle and caring.
His hand cupped your face, his fingers caressing your hair as he gazed into your eyes. You smiled at him and he smiled back, a small smile, but a huge one for a man like him.
âThat was somethingâ your voice laced with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction.
His chuckle resonated in the room, a sound that felt like a secret shared between the two of you, since not many would ever hear the sound of a Tommyâs Shelby chuckle
âYes it was⌠Want a cigarette?â he asked and you nodded, watching him stand up and grab his overcoat, searching for his pack of cigarettes.Â
He found his pack and lit one cigarette. The sight of him, half hard as he slid the cigarette over his lips before lighting it felt like the sexiest thing youâve seen. The flicker of the cigarette illuminated his features in the dim light, casting shadows that danced across his face.
Slowly, he began to approach you, his eyes fixed on yours. He held your chin gently, making you sit, his fingers warm against your skin, as he took a drag from the cigarette. The smoke curled between his lips before he leaned in, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. The act was surprisingly intimate, making your core tinkle.Â
He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat beside you. The air seemed charged with electricity as he exhaled, the smoke curling around you both like a fragile veil. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from yours.
"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured, his voice husky with a mixture of arousal and admiration as he held your face and kissed you, feeling the taste of the smoke on his lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," you replied, your voice a low murmur .
His lips curved into a half-smile, the playfulness in his eyes contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. The cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten for the moment as his focus remained solely on you.
the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, he was fucking you with his eyes. your lips finally met in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, a craving for each other almost as if you hadnât spent the last minutes fucking eachother senseless.Â
As the kiss deepened, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.Â
When your lips finally parted, breathless and flushed, his words reached your ears like a plea. "Don't you ever think of leaving again."
You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his fear and desire. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, the intensity of the moment a testament to the connection you shared.
"I won't," you whispered, your voice laced with determination. "But you have to promise me something too." His brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he waited for your words. "Promise me that you wonât shut me out again," you said, your voice soft but firm. "No more pushing me away, Tommy. If we're going to do this, to really make it work, you have to be all in."
He studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face as if trying to decipher every emotion you were feeling. And then, with a nod, he gave you a small, genuine smile.
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Take It on the Run Pt. 2 | Thomas Shelby x Fem!OC
summary: Tommy keeps coming back to the cabaret but you never know why. Sometimes he stays but usually he doesn't, leaving his cigarette still smoking on the table. His flighty behavior and emotional unavailability starts to rub you the wrong way, but you can't bring yourself to hate him... but maybe you should.
warnings: outdated language concerning sex-workers; smut
word count: 4142k
Do I Move You?- Nina Simone đľ
Daylight- David Kushner đś
Tommy Shelby told you that the cabaret âwasnât his⌠thingâ just a week ago and yet, when you begin your solo routine in a cream and sheer bodysuit, guess whoâs sitting at that familiar table? Youâre singing your song when you notice him, leaning back in his chair and holding a lit cigarette between his knuckles. His cheekbones are cast in an aggressive shadow but you can still make out his icy blue eyes looking back at you.Â
You meet his gaze and match his neutral expression. You hadnât expected to see him again after that night, maybe once or twice in passing but not here. You curse silently in your head and continue singing, feeling more self-conscious than usual beneath the hot stage lights. You can see his eyes pass over you though he makes no show of his thoughts when he takes another drag of his cigarette.Â
Your song finally comes to an end and the crowd cheers with wolf whistles. Tommy doesnât even clap, he stares at you for another moment and then stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. He downs the rest of his whiskey and stands, and leaves. You watch his back as he walks through the doors of the cabaret and doesnât look back. Suddenly, you feel like a little girl, standing alone on the stage in a room full of strangers.Â
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After the cabaret closes, you go back onstage to grab your jar of tips. The house lights are dimmed, practically off. The rudimentary electricity flickers every few seconds, stimulating a migraine the longer you look. Your bare feet make no noise as you walk across the sticky stage. The sound of a lighter flicking open sounds from somewhere in the audience, revealing a cut-angular face and a peaky cap. The lighter snaps shut and a cigarette ends burns red in the dark.Â
âSorry I didnât stay- had important business to attend to,â Tommy stands from his seat and drops his lighter into his breast pocket. He looks you up and down, smirking slightly at what you look like after the show.Â
âWere you waiting for me?â You ask, not sure whether to be flattered or afraid.Â
âI thought Iâd congratulate you on a good performance,â Tommy shrugs and weaves between the tables with the chairs upturned on their tops.Â
âYou didnât look like you enjoyed it,â you banter back and move closer to the lip of the stage. Tommy waves his hand in a dismissive fashion, scoffing.Â
âI told you, cabaretâs not really my thing.âÂ
âRight,â you nod and come to the edge of the stage. Tommy stands just below you, his face coming up to your hips from his position on the floor. He looks up at you, tilting his head to the side as he looks you over. Your bodysuit is revealing, barely covering your tits and cunt. He twists his mouth slightly in an expression that almost looks like anger- jealousy.Â
âNice costume,â Tommy mutters and takes a long drag from his cigarette. You donât respond so you both fall into a tense silence until he speaks again. âSo you said you live here. Is that right?âÂ
You nod and point backstage. âBack there. Just me and the other girls. We all have rooms back there.âÂ
âIs that where you take all the men?â Tommy asks, gesturing with his cigarette.Â
âJealous are we?â You tease. Tommy looks away and shakes his head once.Â
âDonât.â His voice is stern and sharp. You know youâve touched a nerve and you smile softly, biting your lip and looking down at your feet.Â
âItâs affordable and safe here with the other girls⌠thatâs why I live here.â You answer finally and Tommy looks back at your face, studying you.Â
âSafe?â He asks softly, his judgmental brow raised.Â
âItâs safer than walking home alone every night after the cabaret closes.â You elaborate, gesturing loosely to the streets of Birmingham right outside the cabaret walls. âAnyway, Iâve been here for five years now- I started sometime after the war. You get used to it pretty quickly.âÂ
Tommy clenches his jaw, silently counting the number of male clients you might have entertained in your time here. He takes off his cap and runs a hand through his hair, exhaling tightly.Â
âSounds like a lonely life,â he says at last and you shrug.Â
âSo does yours.âÂ
Tommy looks back up at you with cold, annoyed eyes. He sets his cap back on his head and shoves his hands into his pockets.Â
âYeah? And what do you know about my life?âÂ
âNothing, I can just tell.â You tilt your head to the side, looking at him intently. Tommy falters beneath your direct eye contact and bristles.Â
âReally?â He asks, his tone hard, âhow?âÂ
You crouch down on the lip of the stage so that youâre face to face with Tommy. You take his left hand and hold it with his palm facing you.Â
âNo wedding ring, so youâre not married. Youâre a criminal, so you struggle to trust others which is why you usually work alone. And⌠you came here. What were you looking for if not for a distraction?â Your eyes look between his. He scowls, pissed that you can see through him- or at least that youâre saying it aloud.Â
âVery observant,â Tommy says coldly.Â
âItâs part of the job, you have to know what the men need from youâŚâÂ
Tommy keeps his face neutral but his eyes leave your face, flicking to the side before going back to your face. His jaw is tight.
âAnd what is it that I need?â He asks slowly, dangerously. You look at him for a little while longer and then shake your head.Â
âI donât knowâŚâ you admit. You look down at his hand and turn it around in your hands. Tommy looks down at you, his brow furrows and he scoffs sarcastically.Â
âWhy are you holding my hand like that?âÂ
You look up at him and roll your eyes. âYouâre mean, you know that?âÂ
âIâm aware,â he scoffs again and pulls his hand away. He clenches his fist and relaxes it. You laugh softly at his attitude and lean closer.Â
âWhy are you so mean?âÂ
Tommy looks you up and down, his eyes stopping briefly on your chest. Slowly, he raises his hand to your cheek and slides his thumb across your bottom lip.Â
âWhy do you try to get so close?â Tommy asks, his lip curled.Â
âDoes it scare you?â You ask softly against his thumb.Â
âNo, it doesnât scare me.â His words brush against your lips like a slap. He smells richly like tobacco, and it almost makes your knees weak. You sigh and stand, stepping away from the lip of the stage. Tommyâs hand falls to his side again and he watches after you with a tilt to his head.
âGoodnight, Mr. Shelby.â You whisper and grab your jar of tips. You canât help but almost storm off the stage. Whenever you try to get closer to him, he has a way of ridiculing your feelings and affections. You donât look back as you leave him standing in the dark cabaret.Â
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Then a few nights later, you see him again. And then again a few nights later. Those two nights he didnât stay after or try in any way to speak to you. Heâd started to just become another patron, another man that liked to watch you- fuck you, but nothing more. You couldnât tell what he wanted or what he was thinking anymore and it started to really bother you. Itâs not like you really had feelings for Thomas Shelby but you couldnât deny how beautiful he was. As much as you hated the way he showed up and said nothing, you still loved seeing him in the audience surrounded by smoke like a veil. You knew he was there to watch you so you always tried to put on a good show in the hope that he would wait for you after. But he never did.Â
Tommy was trying to avoid the Cabaret. He didnât even have any feelings for you, not really. He was still grieving his true love and first wife, and didnât have the ability to feel anything for anyone else. It wasnât love that he felt for you- it was something else that he couldnât quite put into words. He felt that you were really similar to him, that you could deeply understand one another and maybe even benefit from helping one another. But at the end of the day, you were just a cabaret dancer and Tommy didnât need another cabaret dancer. But each time he forced himself to forget about you, he thought about your situation and the way you had spoken to him the first time heâd met you. Youâd said that you wanted to be a ânormal woman,â and while Tommy certainly wasnât a normal man- maybe he could provide you with a more ânormalâ life. He knew he was capable of doing that, of giving you an escape from the cabaret into a life of safety, stability, and normalcy but wasnât the idea too ridiculous to pursue? He didnât even know you but he kept going back to the cabaret and seeing you. It made him angry to see you onstage, maybe it was jealousy but it was also knowing how much you hated the work. He knew he wasnât a good man, but the boy he used to be was. He could do something right, something good but could he bring himself to do it?
So Tommy finds himself at the Cabaret again, sitting at his usual table, a cigarette dangling between his lips. This time when you see him sitting in the dim light of the bar, you stare him down. Tommy swallows tightly and taps his cigarette over his ashtray, watching you still. He knows what youâre trying to do. He doesnât tear his eyes away from yours, his expression one of subtle challenge. You trail your fingers over your body starting from your pelvis up to your breasts. The whistles of the audience are lost on you, only capturing Tommyâs attention matters at that moment. His eyes follow your hands as they curve over your body and his jaw tightens. When your routine ends, he doesnât leave, just blows out a cloud of smoke slowly. You bow and disappear backstage, a twitch of annoyance on your lip.Â
Tommy flags down a waiter, one of his fists clenched at his side.
âI need you to pass a message to Diana, tell her to meet me backstage after the show tonight. Understand?â He mutters darkly and takes another drag. The young waiter, realizing who the patron is, swallows tightly and stutters.Â
âY-yes, Mr. Shelby. Anything else?âÂ
âNo, thatâll be all.â Tommy exhales and returns his attention back to the stage. More dancers come on stage and perform but you arenât among them this time. He downs another glass of whisky and checks his watch, the time is nearing midnight and the cabaret will be closing soon. Tommy watches from beneath his cap as patrons start to leave and waiters start busing the filthy tables. As the cabaret closes down around him, Tommy puts his cigarette between his lips and stands, sliding on his jacket. The waiter hurries over and ducks his head.Â
âSheâs ready for you backstage, Mr. Shelby.âÂ
âAlright, thank you.â He says around his cigarette and follows the man backstage through a greasy side door.Â
âSheâs in âer dressing room through there.â The waiter points to one of the doors along the thin, dim hallway. Tommy nods once again and waits for the man to leave before opening the door.Â
When the door to your dressing room opens, you canât help but jump a little. You turn around quickly, already ready for a fight.Â
 âTommy-â You start but he waves his hand through the hair, silencing you.Â
âDonât.â He says calmly and slams the door behind him. âSit.â He points to the chair behind you. You look back at the chair, your brow furrowed. Slowly, you do as youâre told, looking up at Tommy with a hint of resentment in your eyes.Â
âWhy the hell are you looking at me like that?â Tommy steps closer and rubs his hands over his face, stretching the skin.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask, ignoring his question. Tommy steps closer, his brow raised. He canât exactly explain why heâs so pissed off at you and because he canât, it makes him angrier.Â
âYou know damn well why Iâm here,â his voice is strained and tired.
âYou keep showing up, just watch me perform and leave without speaking to me. What am I supposed to think?â You protest, your voice steady in its frustration.Â
Tommy smiles and laughs, shaking his head like heâs laughing at his own joke. He sniffs and clears his throat.Â
âYouâre a smart woman, you can figure it out.â
You narrow your eyes at him. The truth is, you donât know why he came back this time. You assume itâs for sex and that makes you even angrier.Â
âFuck you,â you snap and Tommy chuckles, his lips curving into a smirk. He closes the distance and leans his hands on the armrests of the chair, boxing you in. His face is just above yours, his eyes more vibrant in their emotion.Â
âWhat that mouth of yours,â he says lowly, evenly.Â
âOr what?â You start, âwe fucked once and then you practically disappeared. You donât have the right to tell me what to do.â You growl.Â
Tommyâs grip on the armrests tightens as he tries to swallow down the mixture of anger and lust rising in his chest. Exhaling, he grabs your chin and holds it roughly in place.Â
âI said watch your mouth. Iâm not some random man you can just push around.â His voice is low and dark, like a threat.Â
âNo,â you mock unapologetically, âyourâre Thomas fucking Shelby.â As if his name even means much to you. It certainly carried some weight in and around the cabaret but youâd told him before, you donât concern yourself with business outside of the cabaret.Â
Something snaps in Tommyâs eyes and he grits his teeth. âListen to me. I wonât tell you again. Watch your fucking mouth,â he nearly spits.Â
And before you can think it through, you respond.Â
âMake me.âÂ
With a quick movement, Tommy suddenly pulls you to your feet by your arms and pins you against the wall, your face just beneath his. He doesnât worry about being gentle with you, in fact he hopes it hurts you a little when he does this. You gasp out a breath of air when he shoves you against the wall and holds you by your shoulders. Your eyes widen and your lips fall open in surprise.Â
âIs this what you wanted?â Tommy pants, his hand coming up to hold your throat. He stares directly into your eyes as you take a breath and struggle against him, your palms beating his chest.Â
âLet me go, Tommy.â You ignore his question again, pissed.Â
He grabs your wrists to keep you from hitting him and pushes his weight against you. He looks down into your eyes, his gaze changing from anger into one of passion.Â
âYou donât really want me to do that, do you?â
You stop thrashing and take a breath, your eyes looking between his. As much as you hate him right now, god damn his eyes are beautiful. Remembering your frustration, however, you try to speak.Â
âTommy-âÂ
Tommy interrupts you, seeing the look of defiance in your eyes. He leans in, his lips close enough to brush against your neck.Â
âSay my name again,â he orders softly.Â
You take a deep breath, your heart racing. You can feel his breath against your neck and it sends shivers down your body into your cunt. Taking a second deep breath, you exhale.Â
âTommyâŚâ
He smiles against your neck and starts to nip the sensitive skin beneath your ear. Then he moves his lips to rest against your ear.Â
âI want you, Diana.âÂ
You close your eyes, sighing, your body starting to give in. But in the next moment you remember yourself and push him away. You move across the room, your legs weak and shaky. When you turn around, youâre both breathing heavily. Tommy removes his heavy coat and tosses it over a clothing rack.Â
âFor Godâs sake, woman,â he grits out and runs his hand over his mouth. You exhale tightly, trying to hold yourself together and ignore the throbbing in your cunt. Instead of responding, you start to pull off your shoes and accessories, dropping them aggressively on the floor and makeup counter. You canât even look at him without wanting to go back to him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Tommy scoffs as he watches you discard parts of your costume and ignore him.Â
âAre you gonna keep acting like a child?â Tommy grumbles and leans against the wall with his arms across over his chest. You spin around, your arms gesturing wildly and your eyes flaming.Â
âJesus, Tommy! What do you want from me? Why do you keep coming back here just to never speak to me?â You rip off your feathered headband and toss it to the side angrily. Tommy watches you discard parts of your sheer costume. His eyes roam over your body, his lust once again starting to rule over his frustration. He sighs and passes a hand through his dark hair. He takes a breath, looking away from you, then finally turns back, his eyes jumping from your body to your eyes.
âI canât get you out of my mind,â he says softly, as if heâs exhausted.Â
You freeze, never expecting him to say something like that. Tommy shakes his head, frustrated at himself now for giving you and your situation so much power over him. Though he wonât say it, he might be obsessed with you. He suddenly feels ashamed and his eyes go cold again.Â
âIs that not what you wanted to hear?â He asks, his eyes turning away from you. In the harsh dressing room light, his cheekbones cast dark shadows on his face in profile. You wet your lips and shake your head, not able to believe him.Â
âIâm not a whore, Tommy. You canât just come back whenever you want to fuck me,â you mutter, suddenly exhausted too. Tommy looks back, his brow immediately furrows. He jumps off from the wall and closes the distance once again between you. He places his hands on your shoulders, holding you still.Â
âThatâs not what this is,â his voice is low but clear- direct. Heâs becoming more impatient by the minute. Itâs like youâre refusing to see sense, to understand what heâs trying to tell you. He doesnât understand why youâre the only thing he can think about and why he wants more of you, in all senses, now. His hands travel up your shoulders to the sides of your neck before they come to rest on either side of your face. His pointer fingers rest behind your ears, tucked beneath your flapperâs bob.Â
You finally look up into his eyes, your heart falling into your stomach at what you see. You start to believe him, god-damn it. You do. Tommy lets out a gruff sigh and caresses your cheek with his thumb, his eyes traveling over your face as if he has all the time in the world to do so.Â
âDonât act like you donât want me just as bad,â he mutters, his voice quieter than before. And when he says it, it doesnât sound like he just means sex anymore. But what more do you want from Tommy Shelby than just sex?Â
Your hands move to his lapels, gripping the button holes. You close your eyes for a moment as Tommyâs thumb passes over your bottom lip. He sighs when you close your eyes, his head immediately tilting down to get closer to your lips.Â
âYou drive me fucking mad, you know?â Tommy mutters so close to your lips that you can feel the sound of his words. His mouth dodges your lips and finds your neck, kissing below your jaw.Â
âI hate you sometimes,â you whisper back, your breath jumping when you feel his hand slip down to your waist. He nods against your skin and moves his mouth slowly up to yours.Â
âI know.âÂ
As he says this, you break and pull your chemise over your hips so you can undo your garters. Tommy groans softly against your mouth as he feels your garters snap as they fall away. Tommy runs his hands up your thigh as you unbutton his trousers, both panting softly between kisses. Tommy unbuttons his shirt and lets it hang open as he picks you up and sits back in the chair. He sets you down on his lap where youâre straddling him. His hands roam over your thighs as you take his face in your hands. The straps of your chemise roll off your shoulders but the fabric still covers your chest. Â
âI want to see you, Diana.â Tommy slides his hands up your sides. You look down at him, your eyes meeting and holding contact.
âNot yet,â you whisper.Â
Tommyâs hands slide back down your sides to rest on your hips. One of his hands starts to rub circles on the small of your back over your chemise. He smirks softly and tilts his head to the side.Â
âWhy not?âÂ
You smile back and lean down, brushing your nose against his. âYou have to earn it,â you whisper. You kiss Tommy gently and he sighs against your lips, pulling you closer by your hips.Â
âEarn it,â he asks, his eyes still closed, âhow the hell do I earn it then?â He smiles and looks back up at you. You kiss him briefly, adding to his sexual frustration.Â
âYou have to be good to me.â
âGood to you?â He repeats, groaning when you start to taunt him with short kisses.Â
âBe good to me,â you whisper again and begin to kiss him harder.Â
He slips his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. He kisses you passionately and deeply. You moan softly against his lips and Tommy moves one hand to slide up and down your thigh, holding you securely on his lap.Â
âIs this good?â Tommy mutters, smiling. You giggle and shake your head, breaking the kiss.Â
âYou can touch me⌠but you canât look- not yet.â
Tommy leans his head back against the chair and closes his eyes, trying to contain himself. He sighs tightly and opens his eyes, his head still leaning back. His hands roam up your body to your waist and up to your chest. His hands are open and flat as he passes his palms over your breasts, still veiled in silky fabric. He watches your reaction as you gasp softly, your nipples hardening beneath his light touch.Â
Your hands trail down his bare stomach to his unbuttoned trousers. You reach into his pants and pull out his erection. Tommy groans, his eyes not leaving yours as he continues to feel you up over your chemise. You rise up on your knees and align his cock between your thighs. You sit down slowly and sigh tightly as you feel him fill you up. You move slowly, rocking your hips back and forth. Tommy holds onto your hips, guiding you and matching your rhythm. He watches you in admiration as you take the lead, grinding harder and faster as you please.Â
âFuck.â Tommy pulls you down harder on his cock, causing you both to groan and gasp against each other. His hand slides up your back to rest against your spine, supporting you as you lean away from his chest. Youâre whimpering as Tommy breathes heavily against your sternum, sweat glistening beneath your collarbones and between your breasts. Youâre moving your hips as quickly as you can as Tommy guides you up and down. When you kiss him, he lets you slot your tongue between his lips. He groans when you suck on his wide bottom lip and his hips sputter up into yours.Â
âSlow down, girl,â Tommy warns you between kisses, his hands slowing your hips down. âStop for a second, look at me,â Tommy speaks softly though his words are broken up by heavy breaths. You stop and look down at him, your neck flushed with blood.Â
âW-what is it?âÂ
Tommy looks up at you, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. Why he chooses this moment- he doesnât know. He wets his lips.Â
âMarry me.â
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John Shelby x Female Reader
She giggled. She poked him on the nose. John squinted. How much did you drink?
âJohnny.â She hiccuped. âHmmâŚâ She looked up at him, pouting. âCan I tell you a secret?â He nodded. He stared at you with a grin. Adorable. Who knew she could become this cute?
You tugged at his coat. He leaned down. âWhat is it?â He asked, brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen in front of your face. You and him were eye to eye. He cleared his throat. He has been this close to you.
You stared at his lips. âSoft.â John bit his lip and let it go. âWhat?â He huskily asked, trying to keep composure. âUh.â You felt warmth spread across your face. âI forgot.â You mumbled, looking away from him. He smiled, pulling you into his arms.
âItâs okay.â He comforted you. âToday was a bad day wasnât it.â He knew that. You rarely drank like this. My poor girl stressing herself.
âWhat have I told ya about stressing out? Hmm.â He laid his head on yours. You sighed, feeling like everything was falling into place. âNot to.â He hummed. Thatâs part of it. âAnd?â
âTo look for you.â You snuggled into him. Then why? This burning question rang in his mind. Why not look for me?
âItâs too hard to.â You stared at empty street. He stayed quiet. âWhen nothing makes sense. Iâm not used to being helped.â
He pulled away and gently gripped your face with his hands. âThatâs what Iâm here for. To be by your side. In good and bad times.â
You nodded. âLove. Come here. Letâs go home.â You rubbed your face with your hand. âI donât want to go home.â You thought he was taking you to your empty house.
âMy home. Our home. Come on.â He softly told you with a smile.
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Verdun and Somme, Part 6
âFinn, I want you to be careful around that barmaid.â Thomas spoke rather coldly as he put his cigarette out in an ashtray which stood on the desk in his office. âWhy?â, the youngest Shelby asked with scrunched up eyebrows, âArthur, John, you and even aunt Polly keep on telling me I should go out and meet girls. Now that Iâve found a girl I like you tell me to stay away from her?â âIâm telling you to stay away from her for a reasonâ, Thomas stated still unbothered as he looked at his youngest brother, âI told you what was done to her, eh?â âYes, thatâs why I want to treat her right, and not fucking abandon her!â âCalm down Finn. Calm down and listen to me.â
The youngest Shelby rolled his eyes at the second oldest as he let out an annoyed huff. âYou know thereâs some girl here talking about wanting to kill me, right?â Finn nodded and Thomas continued speaking, âI think itâs her.â âWhy?â âBecause, when she stayed over that night I think she snuck into my room and tried to kill me.â âHowâd you get to that conclusion? She was with me the entire night.â âBecause, my gun wasnât how I left it, and I remember how I leave it before going to bed.â Finn just shook his head, âNo. She was with me the entire time!â âDonât raise your voice at me Finn. I just donât want you to get false hopes about her being serious about you. If she really is the one wanting to kill me, she might just use you to get close to us-â âWell if she did, she wouldâve killed you that night, no?â
âWhiskey, Scotch, and get in the snub as wellâ, Thomas ordered Y/N who nodded, glancing at Harry who gave her a tight smile. âIs everything alright?â, Y/N asked, noting how except for Thomas only Michael was present in the snub. Michael and an array of pictures. Pictures of men in uniforms, military uniforms.
âPoint them outâ, Thomas said as he lit himself a cigarette after gesturing to the pictures, âGo on. Point the men out who hurt you.â Y/N looked at Michael who had lit himself a cigarette as well as he watched her with curious eyes. The girl took a deep breath as she walked closer to the table, looking over the pictures, removing some of them and stacking them atop each other. By the end quite a large amount of the men were still left, Y/N now holding the picture of Thomas in her hand, debating whether to put it with the stack of those she didnât recognize to have hurt her or with those who had. In the end she pocketed the picture of Thomas when he and Michael werenât looking. He had not raped her but he was no saint.
âMr. Shelby?â, Y/N asked as she had answered the door to expose the second oldest Shelby, him not giving her an explanation and just barging into her home with his brothers and cousin accompanying him, but the youngest Shelby brother was missing. âWhereâs Finn? Is he alright?â, the girl asked with real worry in her tone as she followed the men who walked into her living room, having removed their caps and coats before sitting down by the couch and lounging chair that stood in front of the small fire-place. âFinnâs fineâ, Arthur reassured the girl, âHeâs just emotional currently. Thought it best to leave him home for this.â âWhat do you mean Arthur?â, Y/N asked as she looked up at the oldest Shelby who took the whiskey from the girlâs liquor cabinet before he sat back down besides his brothers, filling five glasses of whiskey. âWhat des he mean Mr. Shelby?â, Y/N asked now her words being directed at Thomas who had downed his whiskey, Arthur refilling the glass. Thomas didnât look at Y/N as he took his gun out of itâs halter and pointing it at Y/N. Her heart dropped. âYou know this gun, right?â
âItâs yours. You always have it on youâ, Y/N stammered out, her eyes looking from Thomas to his gun then at Arthur for help before looking at John and then at Michael. None of the men saying anything. âBut youâve seen it up close as well, eh?â âHow would I?â âI woke up today and havenât touched my gun since putting it in my halter. You know what it means right?â
Thomas pulled the trigger.
But Y/N didnât flinch, âAnd that confirms my suspicionâ, Thomas spoke calmly as he put the gun down. âWhat do you mean?â, Y/N asked and the leader of the Peaky Blinders just let out a laugh as he looked at Michael, âYou see that Michael? You were right. Feels good, eh?â âWhat do you mean?â, Y/N asked as she looked at Michael, a dark gloom taking over his eyes. âYou didnât move an inchâ, John spoke nonchalantly, âNow, nobody except for us Shelbys know that Tommy doesnât sleep with a loaded gun. Everyone else thinks he does. Now he told you he hadnât used the gun since he woke up. Youâd think heâd have it loaded, but you didnât flinch. You knew it wasnât loaded.â âAnd the only way youâd know was if you had tried to shoot me with it. The night you stayed over in Finnâs room.â
Y/Nâs mouth fell open as she looked form John to Thomas, her eyes staying on the man with icy blue eyes. âAnd now?â âYou tell me why you tried to shoot me.â âDo I have to? Iâm sure you already knowâ, Y/N spoke as she leant against the wall, looking down at her hands, âDidnât take a man like you to be one who wanted to know why someone wants him dead.â âI donât care if a man wants me dead. I have many enemies amongst men. But women? Iâm usually loved by them. I want to know why youâd want me dead. I got rid of all the men who hurt you-â
âNot all. 1916. France.â
At this all three of the Shelby brothers looked up at Y/N whose eyes looked at Michael before back at Thomas, âVerdun and Somme.â The girl removed the ribbon from her hair and moved it to the left, exposing the two metal studs in her upper right ear, âYou already know what happened to me.â âWhy do you want to kill me? I never took a war trophy.â Thomas spoke.
âBut you let your men take one. Let them take me. You donât remember me?â
Y/N walked towards Thomas, her hand gently taking ahold of the manâs chin, tipping it up to look into her eyes. âBitte Herr, lasst sie mich nicht anfassen. Ich muss nachhause. Zu meinem Onkel und meiner Tante. Ich darf nicht zu spät kommen. Bitte. Bitte Herr.â (Please Sir, donât let them touch me. I need to go home. To my uncle and aunt. I canât be late. Please. Please Sir.)
At the girlâs words Thomas eyes widened, âItâs you.â âItâs me.â
The memories came back to Thomas in an instant. How could he have forgotten her? How could he have forgotten what had been done to her. Y/N just took the picture she had taken out and handed it to Thomas, âIf you want to get rid of all the men who hurt me, kill yourself.â
âWhat do you want from Finn? Wanted to use him to get close to Tommy and kill him?â, John asked and Y/N looked down, âHeâs a sweet boy. I wouldnât use him. Iâm willing to be a killer, not a heartbreaker.â
Thomas was still at a loss for words, âYou changed since then.â âYes I did. Wanted to kill the old me that you and your men took a liking to.â âYou still look beautiful.â âDonât flatter me nowâ, Y/N said as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, âWhat now? You know I want you dead.â âI like living.â âThen weâll have a problemâ, Y/N said with a tight smile. âHow about thisâ, Thomas began as he handed Y/N the fifth glass of whiskey, âYou drop this little idea of wanting me dead and I let you be with Finn. He cares about you. He might even love you.â âYou think Iâll let love stop me from getting my deserved revenge? I care about your brother, really, but I will not stop everything Iâve worked for, for it.â âThen youâre dumbâ, Michael finally spoke up, âFinn is a Shelby, he can provide for you. You wouldnât have to lift a finger. In fact, youâd have a more than comfortable life with any of us. No man in Birmingham or even England would dare to speak about your past anymore.â
Y/N scoffed, âYouâre saying I should be with you? Finn has been nothing but a sweetheart to me, you on the other hand? Havenât even gone out of your way to be nice to me.â Michael just smiled as he looked at Thomas, âAnd Thomas?â âI want him dead. Why the fuck would I get with him?â âHeâs a Shelby, the leader, and if you two were married you could make his life living hell. You could somewhat get your revenge and Thomas could keep his life.â
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Isaiah Jesus- Weâre Getting Married
When I told my brothers that Isaiah and I were getting married, they were not happy. I am the youngest Shelby, as Arthur puts it 'our baby sister'. Thankfully though my brothers came around and now here I stand smoothing down my dress as Esme places my vail in my hair
"You look beautiful YN" Lizzie gushes
"Thank you, but so do you both" I look at Esme and Lizzie through the mirror in front of me
"Ready?"
"Yeah" I smile turning around to Lizzie
"I'll go let Arthur know" she says leaving the room. A few minutes later Arthur knocks the door with his hand over his eyes
"We're all decent you can come in" I tell him. He takes his hand away and I can already see the tears in his eyes "don't cry because you'll make me cry"
"I'm sorry. It's just... my baby sister is getting married"
"Ok no smudging the makeup" Esme says stopping both me and Arthur from crying
"I think Isaiah is waiting" Lizzie places her hands on her hips
"Your right. Come on" Arthur holds his arm out for me to take.
As I wait for the doors to open to reveal Isaiah I start fidgeting
"Don't be nervous"
"I'm not. I'm excited. I love him Arthur"
"I know you do" finally the doors open and in walk Lizzie and Tom, then Esme and John. Then in walk my bridesmaids and finally Arthur walks me to Isaiah who's stood at the end of the aisle looks so freaking good. I notice he's got a tear running down his smiling face which cause me to cry a little. Arthur gives Isaiah my hand then kisses my cheek before taking his seat next to the rest of my family
"Welcome" the priest starts "today we are here to witness the marriage and bond between YN and Isaiah. Are you prepared, as you follow the path of marriage, to love and honor each other for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do"
"I do" we both respond
"Before we start. Is there anyone here who has reason that these two should not marry?" Thankfully neither Isaiah or I have to be nervous about anyone standing up "since it is your intention to enter the covenant of Holy Matrimony, join your right hands, and declare your consent before God and his Church" Isaiah and I hold hands
"I, take you , to be my wife. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life" Isaiah says looking into my eyes. I repeat what he says
"May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before the Church and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder. May the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, the God of Jacob, the God who joined together our first parents in paradise, strength and bless in Christ the consent you have declared before the Church, so that what God joins together, no one may put asunder. receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit. Who has the rings?" The priest asks. Charlie steps forward with both of our rings. Isaiah then takes my left hand
"Receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Spirit" he then places the ring on my finger. I repeat
"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony. In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss" the room is filled with applause while Isaiah and I share a kiss.
It's now the after party at the Garrison and I've changed into something a little more comfortable so I can dance in. Isaiah and I had our first dance then Arthur clears his throat
"Can I have everyone's attention" I take Isaias hand in mine "I'd like to raise a toast to my sister and now brother in-law. Now when you first starting courting I wasn't happy" this makes us all laugh "in all seriousness though, I saw the way YN looked at you and the way you looked at her. It's a love that can't be ignored. I can't wait to see where life takes you both, but no babies yet I'm still not recovered from this wedding" again this makes everyone laugh "to YN and Isaiah"
"To YN and Isaiah" everyone shouts before we all take a sip of the champagne. I turn to my now husband and look up at him
"I love you"
"I love you too" he leans down and kisses my lips.
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In the Bleak-Mid Winter
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)Â
Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him.Â
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Cursing, Tommy eating, Mr.Campbell, sexual harassment, reader eats, Thomas Shelby ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) ( Also Y/N is on dick, IDKY she acts like this)
A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually.
       Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Â
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You heard the paramedics before you saw them; you were sitting at the nurse's station having a late dinner amongst the other nurses when they burst through the door shouting.
"Male, early thirties, beaten severely, Bp 80/60, in and out of consciousness"Â
You had rushed over and led them to the next available room in the ER; so you and the doctor may start your examination. The doctor surprisingly showed up with the emergency instead of half an hour later. The paramedics set the man down on the gurney and got out of your way, but not before calling the man lying in front of you by name and assuring him that he was in good hands.
'Wait" you yelled after the paramedic, making them stop and face youÂ
"You know this man, your family ⌠or friend," you asked as you prepared a bucket of warm water with soap.
"No, miss, he's not friend nor family; I just recognized him, is all." the paramedic responded with a tight smile.
"And his name," you asked cause you didn't catch it the first time he said it.Â
"Thomas"
You thanked the man before turning back to your patient. You started to wipe away the blood and mud that caked his face making him unrecognizable, to the point where you were confused about how that gentleman had recognized him.Â
You continued down his body, cleaning him up where need be so the doctor could assess and work properly. As you cleaned a nasty cut along his bruised ribs, he began to stir, and his eyes opened.Â
"Sir, hi, do you know your name," the doctor asked him as he flashed a light in and out of his eyes
The doctor waited, but the man didn't answer, that's when the doctor looked towards you for help.Â
You grab the mans hand, squeezing it, causing him to look in your direction; you smile gently at him before asking him, slowing.
"Sir, do you know your name"
"M- my my name," he whispered, out of breathÂ
"Yes sir, do you know it" You squeezed his hand again, encouraging him alongÂ
"It's Thomas"
"Very good," you praised him
"My name is Thomas Shelby."Â
You froze right in your tracks, dropping his hand and stepping back. You heard the doctor praise him for getting it right before asking questions about his pain, medical history, and allergies.Â
The doctor waved his hand towards you, motioning towards you to write his responses down, but you didn't even acknowledge him. You couldn't even move.Â
Thomas Shelby, thee Thomas Shelby. The most dangerous man in Birmingham is lying on your table with his life in your hands.Â
It was starting to all make sense now, why the paramedics knew him but didn't associate himself with him, why the doctor had rushed over so quickly to care for him.Â
You then realize that If this man dies, then you die.Â
That was all you needed to hear; you grabbed your clipboard, pulled yourself together, and began to write down the things you heard. The doctor finished his assessment, and told Thomas he would come back shortly to take him to surgery, and he would have the nurse give him a couple of papers to sign while he waited.Â
You rearranged the papers on your clipboard, putting the ones he needed to sign in front, then grabbed an IV and Morphine bag to set up a line. You handed him the clipboard as you put the bags on the hanger and began to put gloves on.
"What that," he asked, his head nodding towards the two bags as he turned the pages signing each of them before looking at you directly in your eyes.
"I -i-its a-a mo-morphi-e dr-drip a-and an IV ba-bag.â
You might have spoken more clearly if he wasn't staring at you with those eyes. It wasn't like what you had thought. You always thought that if you ever looked this man in the eyes, it would be no different than looking at the devil himself, especially after all the stories you have heard and the people you've seen who have been sent to the hospital in body bags after their dealings with him.Â
You expected to see hundreds of souls trapped behind his eyes, but instead, you just see a man, nothing more, just a man. Â
"Your papers," Thomas said, handing you back your clipboard as he looked at you looking at him.
"T-Thank you," you replied, tearing away your gaze as you walked towards the end of his bed, placing the clipboard along the edge.Â
You then walked back up to him, took his arm, and searched for a vein before placing the IV.
You flashed him a smile before snatching your gloves off and waking out of the room for much-needed air.Â
You walked till you were out of his sight, then you pressed your back against the wall before sliding down it all the way and placing your head in between your knees.Â
You breathed in and held it before breathing out; you repeated this action four more times before you started to calm down. You sat there for a few more seconds before the doctor returned with more people to begin moving Thomas to surgery.
"You think you can scrub in, or do you need a minute," the doctor said to you, his voice laced with annoyance.
You nodded your head as you stood up and followed him. You ignored his comment toward you as you had understood that this man holds Thomas Shelby's life in his hands, and there is no room for him to fail.Â
When you came into the room, the other nurse had already started to change Thomas into a gown and put a net on his head. You went around the gurney and flipped the stoppers on the wheels so that you may move it when ready.Â
Soon he was all changed, and it was time to move. You had placed yourself at the head of the bed while the other two nurses stood at the side.Â
"Let's go," you said as the three of you began pushing Mr.Shelby down the hall toward the surgery wing.
As you walked down the hall, you tried your hardest to not look down, even though you felt eyes on you, burning you as they looked at you. You tried to keep your eyes straight, but you couldn't and decided to look down. And when you did, you saw his bright blue eyes staring right back at you.
 His eyes are intense and chilling, yet you still stare at him as he stares at you. But his stare has more meaning behind it; he's looking at you curiously, even turning his head to, what you guess, is to get a look at your name tag.Â
You break away your eyes from his as you hit the doors to the surgical wing pushing them open. You push him toward his room before leaving to wash up for his surgery as the other nurses get him ready and into place.Â
After scrubbing up, you dry your hands before placing fresh gloves on them. And walking over to Mr.Shelby and sitting on a stool at his head.Â
"Ok, Mr.Shelby, we're about to start your surgery. Today you are having surgery on your liver and kidney, which both have ruptured. I'm going to place the mask on your face and have you count back from ten, ok," You say to him as you set up the oxygen and gas machine for him.
He nodded his head, and you processed to place the mask on his face and nodded towards him to begin counting backward.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, sixâŚ.."Â
You secured the mask before standing on the opposite side of the doctor.Â
The surgery took four hours when It was only meant to take two; most of the time, Doctor Brown was on his game, but today, You had assumed that it was because of who the patient was that he was nervous and stressed himself out. But that wasn't the case; he became sloppy, too sloppy, to the point where you had to take over, finish and close-up. And when you had gone over to his side to take over, you had smelled it, on his breath, Whiskey. You couldn't believe that he would take a drink before performing surgery on a patient. You m didn't say anything though and simply left it as if it was him being nervous that he held Thomas Shelby's life in his hands.Â
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The next time you saw Thomas awake was when you went into his room to check his vitals.
â Good Morning Mr.Shebly; how are we doing today,â You asked as you garbed his wrist, checking his heart rate and writing it down before moving to check his blood pressure with the wrap.Â
â Thomas and Fineâ
â Well, Mr.Shelby, thatâs Great to hear; howâs your pain on a scale from one to ten,â you asked as you wrote down his blood pressure and moved on to check his IV and Morphine bag.Â
â Thomas and 7âÂ
â Mkay, you can turn up your morphine drip with this dial â You stopped taking to show him the action of the cord before continuing, â And I see you havenât eaten âŚâŚ.. Thomas.âÂ
â I can tell you know who I am, so you know that I can not eat any old food brought up by any old nurse.â
â Well, I assure you the food isnât poisoned.âÂ
â Please do; go ahead and have a bite.âÂ
â Sure,â You said with a smile as you reached down and grabbed the spoon before scooping up some mashed potatoes and bringing them to your lip.
You were about to take a bite when you thought about it; this is Thomas Shebly, Birmingham's very own gangster; he probably has a lot of enemies.Â
They could be in the hospital right now or were when they poisoned his food. You looked down at the spoon before looking over at him.
â I will get you a new trey made by me personally,â You said as you gathered your things and the tray and headed for the door.
â And how do I know I can trust you,â he asked with a straight faceÂ
â Why would I save your life and perform surgery on you just to kill you a couple hours later.âÂ
He responded with a nod in agreementÂ
â Oh, and Thomas, you a visitor a Mr.Campbell, shall I send him inâ
â YesâÂ
You let the door shut behind you as you walked down the hall, briefly stopping at Mr.Campbell to tell him that Thomas may see him now before going down the steps to the kitchen.Â
The closer you got to the basement, the louder it got, people, yelling, pans slamming against each other, and the smell of piss and bleach was so strong it made you gag and shiver.Â
The kitchen was the first door on the right. You entered and immediately regretted it. Two rather large men were in the kitchen; though you donât come down here often, you know that youâve never seen these men in this hospital anywhere and that they werenât the chefs.
â Can I help you miss?â the shorter of the two men askedÂ
â Um, a patient of mine didnât receive his food, Ive come down to retrieve him some.â You replied, your eyes shifting between the two as you walked up to the window in the wall.
â Which, uhâŚ. I mean, whatâs your patient's nameâ the taller one asked as he stood up from leaning against the wall.
â W-whyâÂ
â Standard procedure,â the taller one said to you, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped closer.
You thought for a second and came to the conclusion that you would instead give this strange man a name than pick a fight you most certainly canât win.
âIt's for Mr.Shelby, Thomas ShelbyâÂ
â Ah, Mr.Shelby, ok, one meal coming right up,â The short one said as he turned to grab a plate and began putting food on it.
You tried to watch him carefully as he fixed the plate, but the taller man stepped in front of you, blocking your view and taking up the whole window.
He bent down to your eye level before he began talking.
â Whatâs a pretty nurse like you doing down here? You donât run food.â
His breath reeked of cigarettes and rum, making your face scrunch up in disgust before stepping back.Â
â All the food runners were busy, and Mr.Shebly needed food; I donât mind doing another job; Iâm happy to help.âÂ
You realized that now that youâre not as close, you can see more, not much, but you did see when the other man sprinkled something all over Thomas's food before giving everything a quick mix.Â
You look back only to catch the tall man looking at you, well, more like at your body, which you were very grateful for, seeing as you didnât get caught.Â
â Oi, hereâs the food, miss,â The shorter man said, handing you the plate after the taller one moved out of the way.
â Thank you,â you said before scarring off.
You dumped the food in the trash in the hall before jogging upstairs; you passed the nurse's station before turning right back around and reaching under the station table to grab your paper bag with your lunch.Â
Then you headed straight for Thomas's room. You opened the door and closed it behind you locking it.
You see Thomas sitting on the bed, struggling to bring his cigarette to his lips.Â
You walk over and place your bag on the bed before snatching it out of Thomas's hands and taking a hit of it yourself. You breathe in the cig and pace the floor several times before blowing it out.
â What, what happened,â Thomas askedÂ
â Two men in the kitchen, they didnât belong. I know that for a fact; one blocked my view as they fixed your plate, and I swear, I fuckin swear I saw him put something in it,â you said, looking at him before taking another long drag and putting the cig back in his hands.
You begin to pace again, not feeling yourself calm down despite taking a couple of drags of the cig; you still donât know why people smoke them things.
â And,â Thomas began as he pressed his lips to the cig before taking a long drag and breathing it out, â Where is the food now.â
â I threw it out, of course; Iâm not gonna get blamed for making a hit on Thomas Shelby,â you said, throwing your hands up as you looked at him with your head cocked to the side, confusion written all over your face.
Thomas took another long drag before saying, â Welp, problem solved.â
â H-how can you be so cool about this? They tried to kill you.âÂ
â Darlin, Iâm in here cause someone tried to kill me, it's not the first, and it's not the last time,â he said before taking one last drag and putting the cig out.Â
He looked at you momentarily before tilting his head and pointing toward the brown bag at the edge of his bed.
â Oh, since we canât trust the food, Iâve brought you my lunch, which we know is not poisoned. And before you decline, you going to be needing your strength. Iâm assuming that you will be cutting your time here short.â You said as you took the food out of the bag and walked over to the stove in the room.Â
âIt's soup, so I must heat it; while it's heating, Iâll pack a goody bag of bandages and cleaning wipe, some morphine too; when do you think youâll be out of here.â You asked as you filled the pot with the soup before placing it on the burner and turning it on.Â
â Iâll be out by tonight.â
Your head snapped over to look at himÂ
â What,â he askedÂ
âIt's just too far too soon for a man with injuries like yours to be travelingÂ
 on foot, are you going farâ
â Far enoughâ
â Iâll help you to where ever you are going,â you said, walking back over to his bed.Â
â And why should I trust you.â
â Well, letâs see, I just saved your life, and like you said, Mr.Shebly, I know who you are and what you do. And Iâve decided that Iâd rather have you as a friend than an enemy,â You said before walking over to the door, unlocking it, stepping out, shutting it behind you, and locking it again.Â
You then heading off to collect supplies.Â
By the time you got back, the soup was ready, and you poured it back into the bowl and brought it over to Thomas, who tried to sit up but was too weak and fell back into the bed. You quicken your pace to him and set the bowl on the table before helping him sit up.
â Slow down; you mustnât tear your stitches,â You told him, placing pillows behind his back and helping him sit up.
He reaches for the soup but winches again in pain, he tries again, but you slap his hand.Â
â Let me, â you said as you picked up the bowl from the tableÂ
â No, I can feed myself. â
â Obviously not, now open wide,â you say as you dip the spoon in the bowl and hold it to his lips.Â
He just looks at you with a straight face; you drop the spoon back into the bowl.
â Iâm sorry,â you say with a light laugh, â but please, you need to eatâ You bring the spoon out of the bowl again before placing it into his mouth.
You stay silent as he eats, repeating your actions over and over again. Bringing the spoon down to the bowl and scooping up some soup before bringing it to his lip. You do this while looking up, down, at the soup, and then at him, all while his eyes stay on you.Â
Soon you are on your last spoonful of soup, and you accidentally cause some soup to run down his lip as you had pulled it out too soon. You immediately grab a napkin bringing it up to his chin.
â Sorry, I-â he cuts you off, grabbing your writs, stopping it mid-air, looking you right in your eyes.
â Iâve got it,â he said as he grabbed the napkin from your hands before wiping his chin, then licked his lips.Â
Your eyes trail down his face onto his body, slowly as you study every part of him, taking your time before returning to his face. And still, his eyes are on you, lookin' at you as you look at him.
â Do you want to fuckâ he askedÂ
You panickedÂ
âWhat? No, I was just c-checking on your body like, umm, you cut and bruises to make sure everything looked good,â you said while standing up, taking the bowl with you, and placing it back in your brown sack.Â
â WellâŚ. Um, you leave tonight. I will be back to help you get dressed after my shift. We can go; I, uh, have other patients to check on, so Iâll be back then, and Iâll keep the door locked, ok.â You say, keeping your eyes on the ground as you collect your things and made haste towards the door. You quickly open the door shutting it and locking it before leaning against it.
This is Thomas Shelby, a cold-hearted killer, you tried to convince yourself. But man is that man easy on the eyes. You blow out a puff of air before placing your things back under the table at the nurse's station and walking off to check on your other patients.
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You finished your work quickly and got off earlier than anticipated; it was around 10 when you headed towards Thomas Way.Â
You unlocked his room and entered; you didnât bother turning on some light; the moon provided enough light, and you were trying not to draw attention to yourselves.
You slowly walked over to him; he was sleeping on his back; you got up close to him before whispering.
â ThomasâŚâŚ Thomas wakes upâ You reached down towards him to shake him a bit â Thom-âÂ
He reached up and grabbed your wrist, but unlike last time, it wasnât gentle. You struggled to free your hand from his grip as you pulled back while he looked at you, confused.
â Thomas, it's me, pleaseâ You let a cry slip as you tried to get him to understand. It was clear that Thomas wasnât all the way there.Â
â Thomas,â you said a bit louder, causing him to let go of your wrist.
He shook his head and looked down before looking back up at you and your wrist, which you now cradled in your other handÂ
â I-Im so-â You cut him off before he finished
âIt's fine, come on, sit up,â you said as you grabbed his shoulder, guiding him the way you wanted him to sit.Â
He was sitting on the edge of the bed before you walked towards the back room to gather his clothes and walked back.Â
You placed his top on the bed before getting on your knees to put his socks and pants on. This time you heard no complaint from him as you helped him. After you put on his socks, you scrunched up his pants legs before putting them around his ankles.
You then pulled them up to his thighs as far as they would go before clearing your throat. He then stood up, and you stood up with him slowly pulling the pants up as you went. He almost fell when he stood tall, catching himself before he did so using your shoulder to balance himself.Â
You pulled the pants to his waist, tugging a bit before zipping them up and buttoning them. You keep your head down, even though you want to look up; you feel his eyes on you, looking down at you. His whole body towering over you. It was equally as inviting as it was intimidating.Â
He moved his hand slowly down your arm
to your wrist. He took it into his hands and brushed over it softly.Â
â Iâm sorry.âÂ
His words made you look up at himÂ
âItâs fine.â
He drops your wrist, and you reach down and pick up his shirt, bunching it up in your hands as you stand on your tippy toes to place it over his head.Â
He bent down to help you carefully slip his arm into his shirt before pulling it down and tucking it into his pants. You then click his suspender into place before slipping them over his shoulder.Â
After you get back on your knees, place his shoes on his feet and tie them. When you finished, you helped him put his coat on. You grab the rest of the things you packed for him and place them in a bag before tucking them in his coat.Lastly, you grab his hat, place it on his head, pulling it down to cover his face more.Â
â Ok, so weâll stop at the nurse station so I can grab my thing, then weâll head towards the back of the hospital to leave; that way, no one will see you,â You say as you start walking towards the door.
You walk out the door and towards the station, grabbing your coat, placing it on, then your purse, before walking to the backend of the hospital.Â
You grab Thomas's hand, pulling him closer as you begin to approach the final long stretch of hallway.
â I have to keep you close so people will assume weâre together.â You sayÂ
â Why,â he asksÂ
â Cause âŚâŚ.. â you trail off, âthis part of the hospital is where people bring others to haveâŚâŚ a good time. Thatâs why it's the perfect place to leave. Thereâs no security and no oneâs concerned with who comes and goes.â
â Ah, so you do what to fuckâÂ
You immediately stop in track and face him,
âI do not Im trying to â You stop mid-sentence when you see a slight smile on his face. Heâs joking, trying to ease the heavy tension between you two.Â
You grab his hand again, pulling him along the rest of the way, ignoring the people in your peripheral who are getting to know each other. You finally get to the door pushing it open and are greeted with a rush of cold air.Â
You and Thomas step out of the hospital into the south parking lot, which is entirely empty. You look at Thomas, waiting for him to lead the way; he wraps his arm around you, placing some of his weight on you as he starts walking.
â Is it far where weâre going?â you ask, looking up at your breath dancing in the air.Â
â No, not far, 30 minutes at mostâÂ
Besides the occasional whine from Thomas, the rest of your walk is quiet. As you near your destination, or you assumed cause, Thomas asks you, â You live near here or far? If so, Iâll have one of my men walk you home.â
â Oh, now I have peaky protection; this friendship is starting off better than I thought. But yeah, I live close no need for a chaperone, though. Iâve lived in Birmingham all my life. I know how to take care of myself.âÂ
And thatâs the end of that conversation; soon, you approach some gates to a well-known boatyard.Â
â Weâve arrived,â you asked
â We have; I can make it from here,â he says, and you let him goÂ
â Very well, Thomas, till next time, bye.âÂ
He nods his head towards you and says your name before walking away. Your heart skips a beat never having heard him say your name till now, and you never told him. You can only assume that he read your name tag at some point. You flash him a smile before walking home.Â
Since you got home late that night, you didnât have to sneak in to avoid your landlord. You were a couple of weeks behind on rent, the hospital didnât pay well, and these apartments were a bit out of your reach, but they were the only ones that were halfway decent and not rat infested.Â
The next couple of days, you continued to work double shifts so you could make enough money from rent. Every day, people asked you if you were ok, you had been forgetting to complete things and messing small tasks up.Â
This was unlike you, but every time you let yourself think, your mind would drift off to Thomas. You kept rethinking every moment you were together, replaying every moment like it was a scene from a movie.Â
Eventually, you were told to take the rest of the day off; people assumed you were too tired to concrete, seeing that you had worked doubles for the last three days. You didnât protest because you had to admit you were pretty tired.Â
When you arrived home, you wished you had fought the people at the hospital a little more.
As soon as you walked into your building, you ran into your landlord, who was collecting his mail from his box.
â Sir, good afternoon. I donât have your money now, but soon, I will have it in full soon, and I shall give it to you no later than next week.âÂ
His body wasnât facing you, and he didnât answer you, so you reached out and touched his shoulder.
â Sir ?â
â Huh, oh, it's you; I hope you werenât talking to me; I donât mean to be rude. My ears havenât been working the best of late.â
He was talking, but you werenât really paying attention; he had some nasty fresh bruises on his face, cuts above his eyes, swollen eyes, and a busted leaking lip that he kept bringing a towel up to dab.Â
â Sir, what happened? And I said I will have my rent to you by next week.â
â Oh no, Iâm fine, just some bumps and bruises, and no need to have the rent to me; from now on, you live here for free,â he said and started to walk off.
â But sir, wait, I donât understand why,â you asked, yelling after him
â What was it that them peaky boys had saidâ Your eyes immediately widened; you had caused this. âOh yeah, the rent for the girl is free, or the house burns down.â Â
You were about to apologize, but he had already returned to his apartment. You stood there for a good minute before heading upstairs and fixing some tea and food.
You sat down and ate your snack, staring at the wall as you sipped your tea. Then you laughed and kept laughing; your landlord was a horrible man who once tried to get you to offer sex as payment, and by getting, he locked you out of your apartment until you had his rent, you had only been a day late when he did it, and it took you a week to get his money. You had to sneak into your apartment through the window every night and leave out the same way every morning.
He got what was coming for him, with his crazy rent prices like we live in the city.Â
You smiled; this becoming friends thing with Thomas was already working for you. You had hoped that, that wasnât the last time you saw Thomas.
And it wasnât.Â
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Peaky Blinders Masterlist
Tommy Shelby
Request: The Comeback - (Tommy Shelby x reader, Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess)
After Grace shoots Detective Campbell and runs away, Tommy ends up marrying you to further Shelby Company LTD. He doesn't expect life with you to be as amazing as it is. Nor does he expect Grace to return...
Arthur Shelby
Coming soon...
John Shelby
Coming soon...
Alfie Solomons
Coming soon...
Michael Gray
Coming soon...
(you can hate someone and still want to fuck them - what can I say, I love a dickhead man apparently)
Isaiah Jesus
Coming soon...
Luca Changretta
Coming soon...
(Bc I love Adrien Brody, what can I say?)
NGL, I could be tempted to write for Uncle Jack bc evil or not he was kinda hot...
Also could write for Aberama and Bonnie!
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La Dolce Vita - John Shelby/Cosima Changretta (OFC).
So, I decided to begin this new little series of mine, besties. It shan't be delivered in regular chapter form, but a series of one-shot parts that will tell the story of John and Cosima's marriage, beginning from their wedding day. I hope you enjoy it :)
Words - 3,682
Warnings - Each part will be adult only content, from swearing to eventual smut and violence. Minors DNI.
Part I - Inferno
The blood of a thousand men could stain a thousand streets, cold, hard warfare spinning out of control in a haze of spatter and gunpowder, yet sometimes all it took was the presence of a woman to end it all.Â
And it had. Â
It didnât mean the woman in question had to like it, though.Â
âNo.â The word fell from his lips with mild irritation as he took in the sight before him. âYou will not wear black.âÂ
Cosima didnât even attempt to hide her distain. âWhy not? This is a death, after all.âÂ
Luca couldnât help but feel entertained by her words, even though she was rapidly whittling him down to his very last nerve. âYou are so dramatic, la mia sorellina.â She always had been. âItâs about time you were somebodyâs wife, and you will make a good wife, too. Every man betrothed to an Italian woman should recognise how damned lucky he is.â Â
âAnd me?â Her cadence rose sharply, her voice bordering on shrill. âWhat about me, Luca?âÂ
9:23am and already, he wished heâd had the sense to bring some aspirin with him. âYou will do as you are told, Sima. And wear white while you do it.â Â
The silky drawl of her brother never rose beyond the smooth hush he spoke with, but his words packed the same punch as they would have had he yelled them. He was also the only person alive who she allowed to shorten her name. People had called her Cos in school, swiftly ending up with a slapped face for it. Her Italian fire had been lit pretty much since the day sheâd been born. âI wish Iâd brought mama with me now.âÂ
His lip curled, a soft rumble of a laugh echoing his throat, sucking on the matchstick he pulled from between his lips as he pointed it at her. âWe both know why you didnât.âÂ
âYes,â she chirped, admiring her reflection in the mirror, âyouâre paying.â Â
Again, she prompted his smile. Few did, really, save Anna Maria, his wife, as well as his sons, Joey and Guiseppe. âI am, cara mia. Listen, if you want the black dress, Iâll buy it for you. You wonât be married in it, though. Imagine if mama was here, eh? Sheâd be, ah, much more vocal than I about it.âÂ
This was true. Audrey would have taken over rather than sitting quietly like Luca. âIâm beginning to think sheâd fuss much less than you.âÂ
He rolled his eyes. âTry on the next dress, for the love of god.â Â
Huffing and cussing in their native tongue, Cosima flounced back behind the privacy screen, getting herself out of the dress, the nearby assistant helping her into the white lace gown. Her face was a picture of utter contempt upon emerging, raising her middle finger when Luca quietly applauded her appearance.Â
âPerfect.âÂ
âI fucking hate it,â she sneered, the assistantâs eyes bulging a little at her coarse language.Â
âCosima, you would hate even the most exquisite of gowns, crafted by the finest of designers,â he pointed out, standing and walking to her slowly. He reached beneath her chin, raising it up, placing a little kiss upon her forehead. âYou look beautiful. La belladonna. It is done.â Â
His word was final, and she knew this well. It did not mean she had to be quiet or graceful in her compliance, though. Being wed to a Shelby, after all they had done, the war that had seen the deaths of both her treasured brother and beloved papa, was not a fate she relished in. Â
Negotiations in order to cease the bloodshed and forge ahead in a new bond, running Shelby gin into New York with the assistance of her family and their connections had been sealed by a proposed joining of their families through marriage. Her marriage, to John Shelby. Â
How she had screamed and complained when Luca had informed her of this truce sealing union. Glasses and ornaments had been smashed in tempestuous fury, Cosimaâs ire reaching the kind of decibels that had taken Luca and Audrey much effort and nips of gin to quieten, the youngest of the Changretta clan storming from her motherâs home, walking the streets, chain smoking in blind fury. Â
The only silver lining? At least Luca had not decreed that she marry the man who had killed her father, not that she actually could. For his sins, Arthur Shelby breathed no longer. Neither did Grace Shelby, nor Esme Shelby, the late wife of the man soon to be her husband, the gypsy beauty getting in the way of a hit meant for John on Christmas Day and lamentably not surviving it. Â
And Cosima thought her hand dealt was bad. For John, it was decidedly bleaker by far. Â
His brother was gone, his wife was gone, his sister-in-law was gone, and his fate was now bound to a person belonging to a family whom he couldnât stand with any ounce of tolerance. Tolerance was what he had to show, though, in order to keep relations smoothed over, before anybody else ended up dead. Â
âItâs a fresh start for us all, John boy,â Tommy began, standing in front of his brother, straightening his tie. âI donât expect you to be happy about it, but...âÂ
âGood, âcos I ainât,â he cut in with, his jaw tightening, refusing to meet his brotherâs eye. âEsme is barely fucking cold, and youâve got me marrying some wop bitch. Trust me, Tom. I ainât fucking happy in the slightest.â  Â
The elder Shelby truly had no comeback for that. He knew his actions were a slap in the face to John, to Arthur, to Esme and to the love of his life, but there was no other way around it. He didnât plan on losing anybody else to a war that could be negotiated through. It had been tough to bargain, but peace had been restored finally, Tommy reasoning that scores had been settled upon both sides of the divide. Â
They were more than even. In fact, they truly werenât, two lives on the Changretta side, three on the Shelby, two innocent women coming into the crossfire and dying because of it. He was not prepared to lose more. If he could also turn a very tidy profit while not losing more, then so be it. Â
Finally, he managed to catch the icy stare of his brother, Tommy squeezing his shoulders. âGive it time. At least youâre getting wed to an attractive woman. Could have matched you to a right scrag, but I didnât.âÂ
She could have been the queen of fucking Sheba for all John cared. Her beauty or lack thereof was neither here nor there. She wasnât Esme, and that was all there was to it. âGotta habit of this, you have, marrying me off to some bird I ainât ever clapped eyes on until I get to the altar, all for the sake of keeping the peace.â Â
There hadnât been an actual altar at his wedding to Esme, but this time there was no room for negotiation. The priest local to the district Cosima Changretta lived in had been given a hefty bung to marry them, regardless of the fact that John was a non-practising Catholic. Usually, Father David would have required he at least attend weekly mass for a few months prior to the wedding, but this wasnât possible when the union had been set up to take place within the space of a week from its original incarnation.Â
Through his disesteem, John wasnât blind to see the benefits of joining the families in order to broker peace, though. He just wished there was some other way, one that didnât involve him forsaking his late wifeâs memory, or literally getting into bed with a member of the very family who had taken three members of his.Â
With a red rose buttonhole pinned to his charcoal suit â those specific flowers at Cosimaâs request â they headed out to the waiting car, ready to be ferried across Birmingham to the district of Bournville, to St Francis of Assisi.Â
âHoly shit, the waft of that bloody chocolate," Polly spoke from the back of the car, the famous Cadbury factory emitting the heady scent of itâs delicious confectionary. âMaking my mouth water, it is.âÂ
âWell, as long as the air smells like Dairy fucking Milk, allâs right as rain, ainât it, Pol?â John muttered, watching the little black and white houses dotted along the main road pass them by. It was such a different landscape than the one he was used to, the village of Bournville so very picturesque and quaint. Â
Polly tutted. âOi, less of your fucking lip, our John. Donât make today any harder than it has to be by being a surly shit about it.â Â
âYeah, but...â Â
She cut his protests dead with her usual blunt retort. âWe know, for the love of god! Youâve vented your spleen so hard at this, Iâm surprised you have one left! This isnât ideal, but itâll bring us peace and let me rest my fucking head easy at night, not worrying when the next of my fucking nephewâs is going to end up riddled with bullet holes. Now, put your fucking face straight. Weâre nearly there.â Â
He could have begun his protests once more, vented at how it wasnât right that he was being thrown into wedlock again just four months after his second wife had died, how at thirty years old, he shouldnât have already had to attend the funerals of two Mrs. Shelbyâs, but he knew it would serve him little good. Â
Arriving at the church, they made their way inside, John surprised to be greeted kindly by Audrey Changretta, who was standing talking to the verger. Â
âA lot of water has gone under the bridge, John. All I want going forward is for you to be a good man to my Cosima. Can you do that for me, love?âÂ
His heartstrings were yanked upon hard, knowing how much his actions had devastated her. She looked weary from it all, the sparkle in her eyes non-existent. Heâd never wanted her to be hurt in all of this, the teacher he held so many fond memories of, the woman he had steadfastly refused to murder in cold blood. âI can. I promise I will.â Â
She patted his cheek, smiling thinly. That smile didnât quite reach her eyes, and for that he couldnât blame her. âThank you.â She exchanged nods with Polly and Tommy, the Shelbyâs moving into the church, smiling to their family and friends as they passed the pews, the Changretta presence outnumbering them by about two to one. Â
He and Tommy stood to the side of the altar, Polly taking a seat at the first pew between Finn and Ada, the latter giving the groom-to-be a bolstering smile. It had little of its desired effect, John feeling a cold swirl of discomfort growing chillier by the moment. âForgive me, Esme. I fucking wish this werenât happening just as much as I wish you were still here, love.â Â
His deeply lamenting thoughts were banished by the sound of the organ keys pressed upon, the church filling with music as the congregation stood, Father David quickly shaking both his and Tommyâs hands before his focus shifted towards the doors, beaming as he watched Cosima escorted in by her brother. The bride looked exquisite in her white lace gown, her cascading veil shrouding her face, the dress very quintessentially Italian in fashion.Â
John didnât dare turn around and watch her walk to him, only aware of her arrival at his side from the strong plume of Chanel perfume entering his nose, finally turning to see Luca gently lift her veil, kissing her cheek and whispering a few words in Italian to her. He then moved to John, surprising him by offering his hand. Â
âTo famiglia, eh?âÂ
âYeah,â he coughed, shaking it. The Italianâs grip was like Iron, his face unflinching. There was no true warmth there. âTo family.â Â
Luca moved to sit at his motherâs side, John finally letting his eyes fall to his left, taking her in for the first time. His throat tightened in an instant. Heâd thought Esme to be the most beautiful woman heâd ever seen, the guilt of the fact that Cosima Changretta was the biggest knockout heâd ever witnessed hitting him hard. Â
As for his soon to be wife, when her piercing blue eyes found his, the sensation of her heart skipping on three consecutive beats made her feel a little nauseous for a moment. Â
He was gorgeous. Â
Why did he have to be gorgeous? It would have made hating him so much easier if heâd been ugly. Â
âAt least I will have something nice to look at, while Iâm throwing plates at his head.â She thought, turning to the priest and smiling as best she could, given the circumstances. Â
The ceremony was a long, tedious affair, the bride wishing for a traditional mass that bored the balls off John. He did well to hide it, though. What he failed miserably at was looking in any way, shape or form happy when they were pronounced man and wife, offering her a chaste kiss to the cheek, a speedy peck of non-affection. Cosima was relieved he hadnât leaned to her mouth. She wasnât ready for that yet. Â
Taking his arm, she walked back down the aisle as the newest member of the Shelby family, her eyes sad as she looked at her mother and brother. They smiled at her with loving pride, Cosima dropping her chin, lest they see the tears in her eyes as she walked alongside her new husband, a man she couldnât stand. True, she knew nothing of John Shelby, other than what heâd had a hand in taking from her. Â
With every step, she had to physically prevent herself from gathering the bridal lace swathing her slender curves and running, back to Acacia Road, back to the family home. This was where she desired to be, out in the flower filled back garden tending to her roses, taking cuttings of herbs ready to be brought into the kitchen and tutored by her darling mother in everything from Carbonara to baked Ziti.Â
She longed for the scents of her motherâs pasta, to hear her fatherâs key in the door, his whistled tunes filling the homestead as sheâd wipe her hands upon her apron and run to greet him. Her papa, the man she loved and respected the very most. Gone. Â
âYou erm, you look beautiful, Cosima.â Â
His face did not match his compliment, Cosima looking up at her new husband, her face stony. âI know. Shame my dream wedding didnât come with the dream groom, though.â Â
John sniffed, his eyebrow tilting a fraction. âAhh, you might still get it yet. We can get divorced and give it another go with other people. Who knows? I could nail it lucky the fourth time around.âÂ
Her eyes widened. âYouâve been married twice before?â Â
âAr.âÂ
âAnd what the blinking hell happened to them?â she demanded, wondering just what her brother had gotten her into, marrying her off to a man who was on his third wife.Â
âThey died, if you must know,â he frowned, reaching the end of the aisle, the door opening, a cascade of confetti hurled at them from the throng of guests exiting behind them.Â
âLucky them.â Her mutter was drowned out by the sound of happy cheers, or at least she thought it had been. Her new husband had heard it, though, wanting nothing more than to slap her in her rude mouth for her coldly delivered statement.Â
âGreat, got myself hitched to a stunner and sheâs a right nasty little mare.â he spoke, certainly loud enough for her to hear, releasing the hold upon her arm and moving to receive congratulations from his family. Cosima narrowed her eyes at him in his wake, turning to smile brightly at her friends, her hands taken in theirs, cheeks kissed, her heart thrumming with waves of sadness. A right nasty little mare. Thatâs what he thought of her, Cosimaâs indignance burning brightly for a while, not able to reflect upon the fact that what sheâd said had indeed been very spiteful. Â
At twenty-three, she truly should have known better. With two dead wives behind him and a bitterness that still lingered beneath the surface between the two families, she guessed he was likely as thrilled to be married to her as she was to him. An apology perhaps wouldnât go amiss. Â
Once theyâd posed for a few photographs, the bride and groom were shown to the waiting Rolls Royce Silver Cloud, John holding the door open for her, following her in and staring stonily out of the window as they pulled away from the church. Â
She felt awkward and ashamed of her words, moving her thumb back and forth over one of the large thorns the florist had neglected to remove from the bouquet of red roses. âJohn, I apologise for what I said, about your late wives being lucky. I only meant that... I donât know what I meant, actually.âÂ
She was met by a cold, two worded statement. âFuck off.â Â
Deserved, to be fair. Predictably, Cosima let it spark at her kindling rather than rushing for water, though. âThatâs impossible, now Iâm your wife. Donât bloody pout at me. I said something regrettable, but because of your family I donât have Angel or my father any longer. You yourself are directly responsible for the former. If you hadnât beaten him within an inch of his life, he wouldnât have lay vulnerable in hospital, ripe for the plucking. And letâs not forget that scumbag of a brother of yours, who killed my papa.âÂ
He tutted, chewing his toothpick with hostility. âDonât act like youâre the only one who lost somebody you loved. Fucking gone right over your head, ainât it? Because of your family, I lost me wife, brother and sister-in-law. Weâre in the same boat, Cosima.âÂ
âYou started all of this. You could have just let Lizzie be happy with Angel, but no! You had to burn his restaurant to the fucking ground. What is it you dumb Shelby fucks say, hmm? By order of the Peaky Blinders, thatâs it! Your way or the highway!âÂ
Bile began licking at his insides. âYour brother werenât good enough for Lizzie. Sheâs a good woman, and he was a fucking duplicitous shit. Didnât even have the balls to use his real name for half his dealings. At least we stand by who we fucking are.âÂ
Her rage escalated by the second, staring at him incredulously. âMy brother had the sense to be clandestine, and you will not speak of him like you knew him! So, he partnered with your enemies, so fucking what? The way you Shelbyâs conduct yourself, you make enemies left and fucking right! You took my family away from me for nothing. Nothing!âÂ
John eyed her viciously, his eyes losing any trace of warmth. âThey fucking deserved it, and you, you spoiled little wop bitch? You deserve nothing less than every fucking ounce of my contempt. Weâre married in name only, believe me. Ainât no way Iâm gonna be a good husband to you, no matter what I promised your mom.âÂ
âFine by me!â Â
The air virtually crackled with their mutual distain, Cosima shuffling as far as she could get away from him, muttering cusses in Italian.Â
âI know what testa di cazzo means,â he spat.Â
âGood!â she fumed, âI want you to know I think youâre a dickhead!âÂ
The reception was being held at a small hotel local to the church, Cosima storming out of the car and not looking back, fixing a huge, fake smile to her face as she was welcomed by the staff. Immediately, her eyes locked onto a waiter carrying a tray of champagne filled flutes, taking one and knocking it back. A second was reached for, John arriving at her side. Â
âWhiskey please, mate. Fucking large one.âÂ
The waiter nodded. âAt once, sir.â Â
They stood together to welcome their guests, both repelled by one anotherâs presence, going through the motions of everything. Cake cutting, first dance, spending as much time as they could away from one another. It was while John was seeking the solace of quiet and fresh night air much later that evening, standing on the rear patio of the hotel smoking a cigar, that he found himself joined by the last person he expected.Â
âCan I give you some advice, John?âÂ
Turning to Luca, he raised an eyebrow, the tall Italian continuing. âIf you want a quiet life with my sister, you need to keep her in the lifestyle sheâs become accustomed to. I love that girl to her bones, but sheâs a fucking spoiled princess.âÂ
His eyes widened. âYou can say that again.âÂ
Lucaâs mouth twitched, removing the toothpick heâd been idly chewing on. âMy father bent to her every whim, being his only daughter. She was daddyâs little girl. Roses, diamonds, furs, French perfume, she loves all of that. You treat her good and sheâll be sweet with you. And make sure she has a garden. That kid lives for horticulture.âÂ
Luckily, he was wealthy enough to provide such luxuries for his new bride, not that he wanted to. Not that she deserved even one of them. âNoted.â Â
He nodded, turning to leave his new brother-in-law to it, pausing suddenly as he pointed the toothpick in his grasp at him. âOh, and John? Sheâs got a thing for hurling plates. Learn to duck.â Laughing to himself, he carried on back into the hotel, while John felt a prickle of annoyance at his statement, or rather how much pleasure heâd derived from delivering the news that Cosima was nothing short of a bad-tempered handful. Â
Standing out there alone, he did hope that one day he might see her as something different. Whether that day would come swiftly or not was anybodyâs guess, though.Â
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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x You
Summary: It was supposed to be an entertaining evening. Boxing fights, booze and party. It wasn't supposed to be one of the worst days of your life. || Featuring Tommy Shelby x Reader
Words: 4.5k
TW:Â angst+++, alteration of canon events, canonical violence, depictions of slaughter and body horror, main character death, Reader's husband dying, suicidal thoughts, graphic murder. Parts in bold are direct quotes from the show. Parts in Italics are direct quotes from preceding chapters. Also, Tommy will take more space in the next chapters.
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â Shorter chapter because it's extremely violent and angsty. Also, I'm super rusty so I tried to write it in a more direct style so it's prolly less poetic and beautiful.
â This is chapter 16 of the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes. Each chapter can be read as stand-alones but reading the whole series will make the experience far more intense.
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The extraordinary general meeting of the Shelby Ladies Club.
This is what Polly called this unexpected little meeting in the bathroom right in the middle of the rigged fight happening a few rooms away. When you entered the lavatory with Ada complaining about the sparring between Goliath and Bonnie, Aunt Pol was taking a cigarette from the silver case she was holding while Lizzie was fixing her hair.
âI love your messy bun, Heaven.â Lizzie complimented when she saw your reflection in the mirror she was using.
âThank you Liz. Ada scolded me and decided that it would be a better hairstyle for tonight.â
âYou never style your hair except for braids and itâs a fucking shame considering how beautiful and long your white mane is.â The young Shelby sister insisted.
âIf you say so,â You snorted, amused, âWhat are you doing here? Plotting and scheming? Leave these for Thomas.â You smirked, sitting on the edge of a sink with movements as nimble as a cat. Your little cutting remark had the expected effect: the three girls laughed with sincerity, somewhat amused by the beef between you and the familyâs boss. They had eventually learned that nothing could ever ease the tension between the two of you, so laughing about the matter was the only thing they could do. A part of you couldnât help but think that they wouldnât find it that amusing anymore if they knew the unhealthy turn your mutual hatred had taken.
What did you feel when we kissed? A shiver ran down your spine as you heard Tommyâs husky voice, as charming as venomous, whispering in your ear. It might only have been a memory, but you could almost feel his hot whisky breath brushing your skin.
âHeaven has some news.â Pollyâs voice resounded in the bathroom, snatching you from your thoughts.
âMe?â You asked, batting your bambi lashes in incomprehension before the understanding of the situation slapped you right in the face.
âWell, tell her. Now! While the men are screaming for blood.â Polly sneaked a cigarette between her thin, red lips.Â
Your blood momentarily froze in your pale veins for this unexpected pregnancy wasnât something you wanted to talk about. For sure Aunt Pol didnât mean to do harm, but the surrounding chaos and your last encounter with Luca Changretta seriously eroded your wish to have a baby. The baby who made you so vulnerable during times that were anything but good. Moreover, a quick glance at Lizzieâs sad and anxious eyes had been enough for you to understand that something was weighing on her shoulders. Something you had guessed for a few days. Something she needed to talk about more than you. The corner of your mouth turned up in a half-smile.
âWell, I discovered something about Lizzie but I think she should be the one making the announcement. Shouldnât you, Lizzie?â You winked, replacing one of your long white strands of hair behind your pierced ear with a naive pout. Glitters of hope and gratefulness suddenly sparkled in the ocean blue of the secretaryâs eyes to whom you replied with a discreet nod before grabbing Pollyâs cigarette case.
âIâm up the duff. And itâs Tommyâs.â
You took a long drag on the cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke by your nostrils as the attention was now on Lizzie. Even though Ada almost choked on her sip of gin, she quickly showed interest in the tall womanâs pregnancy. The only one you didnât fool was old and cunning Aunt Pol who gave you a brief âokay I get itâ glance before turning back to Lizzie.
Itâs a girl. Call her Ruby. Ruby Shelby. Sheâll be a star in a Hollywood movie.
You watched the scene with a light smile floating upon your plump and glossy lips, satisfied by the outcome of your little trick as well as the surprising unconditional support Lizzie was receiving after years of being seen only through her job as a prostitute. Admittedly, the reason behind the little push you gave to Lizzie Stark was purely selfish, but you couldnât deny the fact that you kind of liked the woman despite never really interacting with her. She got the attention, and you got peace. It was a win-win situation.
âCongratulations, Lizzie.â You said, your siren-like voice as soft as a lazy ocean.
âSheâs a real Shelby lady now. Just like you, Devil.â Pollyâs smirk betrayed her amusement. You rolled your eyes teasingly before proudly showing your left hand and wiggling your small fingers to display the magnificent wedding ring Arthur had gifted you.
âWhat about you Hev? When are you planning to give us a little Arthur?â Ada suddenly asked, Lizzie's news had visibly rendered her sour mood better.
âI think one Arthur is enough for now, donât you?â You got up from the sink and carefully smoothed the folds your revealing black dress, âAnyway. Ladies, letâs rejoin our gentlemen.â
âI guess the meeting is over.â Ada added with a little chuckle
Joining deeds to words, Polly gently hooked her arm with yours in a motherly gesture and guided you outside, where the crowdâs roars were echoing.
Laughs and cheers filled the room as Johnny Dog put on a show to get more men to bet on the winner of this fight. Swallowing a mouthful of gin, your seraphic traits turned into a wince at the burning sensation the alcohol left in your throat â that new batch was strong, indeed. The sweet taste that exploded on your tastebuds, when the tip of your rosy tongue licked your juicy lips, made you grin, or maybe it was the all-consuming smell of sweat and blood that lingered in the air. It might come off as surprising for other women, but you enjoyed watching fights. There was something brutal but so real about them. After all, humans were just animals wearing suits. Animals which, according to you, had barely learned to speak instead of growling.
Your lips pinched the cigarette as you took another drag you quickly blew, your eyes following blood spurting from Bonnieâs nose and splattering the ground. Although quieter than Polly, Lizzie, and Ada, who were laughing, screaming, and sometimes nudging you in excitement at each violent blow the Romani boy gave back to his opponent, you had a lot of fun. Until a peculiar but familiar feeling blossomed within.
It started with a chill creeping down your spine and ended up with light tremors shaking your frail silhouette. Instinctively, you raised your piercing gaze and searched for Arthur somewhere among the crowded rows of folded seats. Your usual calm demeanor faltered as you noticed that your husband seemed troubled by something, rapidly glancing from here and there, attempting to read the room for whatever reason. He didnât even pay attention to you, far too busy observing the men that were around the boxing ring. Eventually, Arthur stood up and left, his steel blue eyes fixed on someone he followed through the depths of the building. Let me do my fucking job! Thatâs what he barked at Tommy, or at least what you thought you overheard.
You frowned as a strange sensation rippled through your mind â like a distant, haunting whisper of something looming, a threat. Nervously swallowing your saliva, your first reflex was looking at Tommy. You couldnât place it, but the odd feeling gripped you tightly like an omen you couldnât shake, warning you of an approaching storm. It seemed like little King Shelby shared your inner agitation though, for his mesmerizing turquoise eyes dived into yours with the same nervousness and incomprehension. Whatever the many reasons behind your hatred, you were definitely on the same wavelength at this very moment. The silent conversation, expressed through brief eyebrows and eye movements, was more or less the following:
-Where is he going?
-I donât know. Itâs prolly the booze and the pills.
-Itâs not. Iâll check.
-Donât fucking do that.
You stood up from your seat with a clenched jaw and, feeling the vibration of this bad omen quaking your soul itself, you nimbly snaked in and out through seats and followed Arthurâs steps. As was the case for your husband a few minutes ago, the dark corridor into which you rushed engulfed your ethereal silhouette like a hungry giant.
âFuck.â Tommy mumbled, straightening on his seat and leaning forward, âFuck.â He repeated, torn between his own doubts and his disdain for you. Nevertheless, if there was one thing he had learned since you joined the family was that your gut feelings were never wrong. You proved it several times, starting by foreseeing Charlieâs abduction. The dark-haired gangster sniffed and nervously rubbed his chin, his catlike eyes going back on forth between the corridor and the crowd. A few minutes later, Tommy finally left the fighting pit.
Something was definitely off.
Cautiously walking through the maze of dark hallways dimly lit by a bluish light, you tried to ignore the maddening beat of your heart that was drumming so loud you felt it hammering in your temples. You didnât really know where you were heading, nor where Arthur went, but the more you moved forward, the more this unbearable feeling of dread and panic invaded you. Your aimless wandering came to an end when the strong and metallic smell of fresh blood and the atrocious sight that followed jumped at your face.
No.
Your heart nearly stopped when you saw him â your husband, slumped on the ground, blood soaking through the collar of his shirt as it gushed from the wound across his throat.
No!
Time seemed to slow down, and your heart seemed to stop as you took in the scene: the gun the Italian bastard was holding in his steady hand aimed at Arthurâs head.
Panic crashed over you like a tidal wave, washing away everything but the rage that had piled up within you during all these years. In that moment, something primal and destructive snapped inside of you. In a blur of rage and raw instinct, and with a guttural scream that seemed too inhumane to come from you, you launched yourself at the mafioso, who barely had the time to turn around. Another furious shriek escaped from your quivering lips, similar to the rabid screech of a wounded banshee, and with your fingers curled into claws, your sharp nails slashed across his face. Â
âPUTTANA!â The man yelled and gasped, taken aback by your unleashed fury.
The mafioso fired with his gun in a desperate attempt to kill you but the brutal impact between your two bodies threw him off balance and the shot reached the wall instead of your brain. As his spine crashed against the tiled ground, Changrettaâs henchman dropped the weapon. You gave it a brutal blow to make it slide away from him.
Another wave of insults followed as he realized that he struggled to overpower you. You were fighting like a cornered animal, wild and relentless. Your claws scratched him again and again, leaving raw and jagged lines of blood all over his face. The mafioso's strength was starting to falter as he realized that you werenât just fighting to win; you were fighting to kill him, your body moved by the instinct of a bloodthirsty beast that refused to be caged.
"Stop it, you fucking bitch!" A scream of utter pain brutally tore the air as, completely out of your mind, you dug your thumbs into his skull, pushing harder and harder in an attempt to gouge his eyes. The Sicilian man produced a second sound so twisted that it seemed beyond anything a human throat could produce. The more you pushed with your thumbs, the more you felt his eyeball turning into a viscous pulp. The feeling of the moist and warm liquid on your fingers didnât stop you. Nor the manâs wails of pure agony, with its pitch far too high and too broken.
âAjĂštami! AjĂštami!â He pleaded, his hands felt the ground in panic, searching for anything he could use to push you away from him. Anything to make you stop. Realizing that nothing was around him, not even the thread he used to attack Arthur, he managed to overcome the pain and gather his strength to grab your throat.
With your air squeezed, you wheezed and removed your fingers from his skull to claw his strong hands. âS-Stop!â Panic flooded you as your vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges. The harder you fought, the harder he strangled you. Seriously lacking air, you clawed at his arms, desperate to breathe, but his grip was iron. Now you had to do something and do it quickly if you wanted to have a chance to save Arthur.
Your thoughts raced, frantic, until instinct took over.
I love your messy bun, Hev!
The judas stick â now you had a chance. With one quick movement, you brought your hand to your bun and your fingers fumbled for the sharp metal judas stick that was holding your hair in place. It came in handy. With a choked sound, you drove it upward and sunk the sharp edge of the stick into the manâs side.
One time.
Two times.
Three, four, five, sixâŚ
Side, chest, shoulder, faceâŚÂ
Each impact was vicious and powerful, tearing through the flesh like butter and drilling into organs and bones with the sheer will of maiming your enemy. Hot blood splashed all over you and around, but you didnât care. The only thing that made you stop stabbing him was when you felt the manâs grip loosen around your throat until his arms dropped on the red-smeared ground in a loud thud.
âFuck!â You sucked in a sharp breath, your voice hoarse from being choked. However, you quickly got up from the corpse to run to your husband. Â âArthur!â You screamed, rushing to his side, your hands trembling as you knelt beside him â or rather as you dropped to your knees, your legs unable to support your weight anymore. Panic seized you even more violently as you saw Arthur's deep wound and the bloodâtoo much blood.
âNo, no, no⌠not like this,â You whispered, voice cracking. You couldnât lose him, not here, not now. Never. Your fingers brushed over his chest and, in your deepest desperation, you looked for his pulse. A pulse you found, but which was becoming slower and fainter as seconds flew by. âArthur! Please!â You started sobbing, tears streaming down your face and mixing with the fresh blood that was painting your skin in a disgusting shade of red. You had to face the truth: Arthur was dying. The damages were too serious and the bleeding too much⌠But you were a witch. The gift of healing was coursing through your veins. The only problem was that if you tried to save him by using your magic, youâd hurt the baby. After all, that was what happened when you tried to kill Luca Changretta with a heart attack.
The baby.
Your husband or the baby?
Your heart painfully raced in your chest. Your erratic breathing and your sore throat made you feel like you werenât getting enough air.
 âIâd love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest⌠Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.â His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, âIâve always wanted to be a dad⌠but thought I was too messed up for that.â
You could save him. You had to. Despite this torture of a dilemma and the harshness of the decision, nothing could change your mind, not even the feeling of your heart shattering into millions of shards. Closing your eyes, you placed one hand over his throat, the blood warm under your palm, and the other on his chest. Wasting no time, you channel all your strength â the connection sparked, and the raw, untamed magic you inherited from your mother surged through you. It seemed to work at first, his pulse lightly responding to yours.
But the more the magic surged, the more you felt a terrible pain in your belly. It started as cramps but quickly escalated into suffering so high that you felt like someone was stabbing you. A trembling squeal escaped from your red lips. You were killing it, you knew it. You were killing your own baby.
"Come on, come on," You muttered, pushing harder, forcing your will into his body. "Stay with me, Arthur," You whispered, tears streaking down your face, each sentence cut by muffled cries of the mafioso you had slaughtered and who was still aliveâ not for too long to be honest. He seemed to say something in Sicilian but you couldn't understand what. And you didn't care. "Just... stay with me." You gritted your teeth, doing your best to put up with the pain.
Click.
You froze.
âYou nosey little slut. You should've stayed with the others.âÂ
Your heart missed a leap at the unknown male voice, carried by a thick Italian accent. The mafiosoâs colleague looked at you, gun pointed right to your head.
"Remember me?" He asked with a wicked smile, recalling the moment he had offered you a cigarette a few hours ago. During your brief chit-chat, he told you that his name was Damiano but you didn't make the connection between Changretta and his Italian heritage.
âDon't cry, you're going to meet with your husband again very soon." the imposing man added, a few seconds away from ending your life. However, Damiano didn't know what you were capable of. Even less now that you were driven by pure rage and despair.
âShut the fuck up!â You suddenly yelled, your claws firmly anchored in your husband to make Damiano understand that no one would snatch him from your arms. Your voice, a seductive melody that could enchant like a sirenâs song, suddenly sounded monstrous. Raw and primal, the way you screamed the threat echoed in the entire maze of hallways and made Tommyâs blood freeze in his veins, a few corridors away. âFucking die!â
Damiano didn't know that he never stood a chance. You sealed that man's demise with one blunt arm movement as if you had wanted to chase a mosquito from your face. Â
"Wh-What..."
Damiano, fell on his knees next to his dying friend, and writhed on the floor. With his two hands pressing on his chest, he suddenly started to choke and, right after, threw up a great amount of thick blood. Apart from the vomiting, blood soon seeped from his eyes and ears, bubbling like something inside was boiling them alive.
"P-Please!" He begged but you didn't stop. The man obviously tried to scream but the only sound he could produce was disgusting gurgles.
"Don't worry, you're going to meet your friend pretty soon." You replied with a cold and sardonic tone before closing your fist, the man's lungs responding to your gesture by imploding in his chest. Like his colleague's arms did a few minutes ago, Damiano's whole body crashed against the floor with a thud.
Quickly, you shifted back your attention to your husband and kept giving him all your energy while ignoring the black dots that were dancing in front of your eyes, as well as the awful, unbearable stabbing sensation in your core. You were definitely hurting yourself by using your power that much but you didn't give a fuck. âArthur, please.â You growled, a feeling of dizziness building up so bad that you didnât even hear the hurried footsteps that were coming closer, nor the hoarse, familiar voice of your brother-in-law.
"FUCK!" You exclaimed. You were losing Arthur again.
The three bodies lay strewn like discarded puppets, their lifeless forms twisted and broken on the blood-flown concrete floor. The once clean backroom had transformed into a nightmare realm of gore and horror that made Tommy's stomach turn upside-down.
The Peaky Blinder's boss took two steps back and brought his calloused hand to his mouth, fighting against the urge to puke â and God knew it took him a lot considering the atrocities he witnessed and did during the war. His turquoise gaze scanned the room, which had turned into a slaughterhouse. A fucking pool of crimson blood. First, he saw the limp and distorted corpse of Damiano, whose eyes were open wide in horror despite him being dead and cold. The terror in his frozen facial expression left no doubt about how awful his last moments must have been: he had suffered, and he had suffered more than a lot. Then, he caught a quick glimpse of the second victim. With his eyeballs reduced to a reddish foul mush, the lacerations on his face, and the abnormal number of stabbing wounds, the mafiosoâs body was so maimed that it looked disgustingly grotesque.
Then he saw Arthur.
"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God â Arthur!"
Amidst the chaos, where the air hung heavy with the acrid and pungent scent of blood, Tommy's screams echoed far away in the distance as you knelt there, eyes wide open and silent tears streaming down your cheeks, mixed with dark trails of ruined mascara.
Tommy reacted immediately and knelt near his brother with a panic so uncontrollable that it swept away every ounce of coldness and self-control he usually displayed. He slapped his brother's cheeks several times in a vain attempt to help him come back to a conscious state but it didn't work. Thomas Shelby's fist hit the floor with frustration as the feeling of powerlessness crept into his heart. He was losing another brother and there was nothing he could do to save him.
But you could.
"Heaven, d'ya hear me?"
You let out a muffled whimper, or at least you thought you did as your senses saturated with one unique sound: a relentless ringing that echoed in the hollow caverns of your mind. With each pulse of your heart, the sound intensified, threatening to consume the last remnant of sanity you had left. The world around you had seemed to fade into obscurity, your sight blurry and reduced to only one color: red. Vibrant red splattered everywhere, on the walls, and yourself but most of it was on the floor. In fact, the ground itself seemed to writhe beneath the weight of the corpses, as crimson rivers flowed freely, painting the concrete in shades of crimson that gleamed like freshly spilled paint.
âOi! Listen to me!â Tommyâs powerful voice suddenly snatched you from your daze just enough time to catch your attention and plunge his turquoise iris into your Arctic eyes.
âIâI canât. I canât, I canât...â You repeated in a whisper, just like a broken record, because your husbandâs pulse was weakening again, blind to your exhausting and painful efforts. Arthur was dying, your baby was dying and the intensity of the pain you went through was so insufferable that all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for death to make this nightmare stop.
Tommy rapidly shifted his body to be by your side, his sharp eyes focused, but softer than usual. âYouâve got this,â he whispered, meeting your panicked gaze. âKeep going. Donât stop.â He pressed his hand firmly over yours, steadying the trembling fingers that worked to save his brother. His voice was low, gravelly, but laced with a quiet strength he tried to share with you. His grip was warm, grounding you in the chaos, his presence like an anchor. At that moment, the weight of the world felt momentarily lighter with him by your side. You replied to his help with a muffled sob.
"You've got this!" Tommy tried to keep you from falling apart but the sight of a thin trickle of blood slowly running down your nose worried him almost to death. He looked at you and he knew. He knew that you had given everything â every ounce of your energy to save his brother, your magic now drained. Your hand trembled, still pressed to Arthurâs chest, but the world around you was seriously fading to black.
Caught amid this Hell with Tommy by your side, you didn't hear nor feel Polly, who had found the crime scene.
"Oh lord please help us, oh Lord, oh Lord..." Polly cried, horrified by the bloodbath as well as by the sight of you clinging to Arthur's limp body. She had already lost one of her nephews and couldn't bear the weight of losing another one. Not her sweet Arthur. Not him,
"We're fucking losing her too!" Tommy exclaimed, "fucking help me!"
"Heaven!" She called, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you but all you did was scream one last time. A haunting and otherworldly wail that pierced the darkness. A sound so agonizing and inhumane that it seemed to tear at the very fabric of existence. It echoed across the building, carrying with it the weight indescribable of sorrow and despair as your arms tightened your grip around your dying husband.
The smell of blood hid Tommy's musky perfume that was tingling your nostrils. The deafening ringing in your ears covered Polly and her nephew's voice. Your breaths came shallow and weak, your body becoming heavier as darkness crept in. Slowly, your eyes fluttered shut. In one final movement, you collapsed beside your husband, your last thought a silent hope that he would live.
Or that you would at least die trying to save him.
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Tomato Plants - One Shot
Word count:Â 6227
Requested:Â yes by anon
Summary:Â You are Tommy's friend, but one night, when he walks through your window, everything you know about your relationship with him changes.
Warning: fluff and virgin smut
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
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The moon had already been casting its pale glow over the night for quite some time. The streets of Birmingham lay shrouded in darkness, creating an atmosphere thick with potential dangers. Common sense dictated that nobody in their right mind would even consider venturing through these streets alone at such an hour. Of course, Tommy Shelby wasn't exactly known for adhering to conventional wisdom, but deep down, his very presence was enough to deter anyone from approaching him. After all, this was his city. He moved through the night like a phantom, a figure both feared and revered in these alleys and backstreets.
Meanwhile, you were safe inside your bedroom, the turmoil of your thoughts making it impossible for you to sleep. Your attention remained fixed on your reflection as you continued to brush your hair. The soft bristles glided through your locks, each stroke a momentary distraction from the thoughts that kept you awake. The flickering candlelight illuminated your features, casting a warm glow across your room.
Outside, Tommy's movements were calculated and noiseless as he made his way up the side of the building to reach your second-floor room. All because he found himself craving the company of a friend who meant more to him than heâd like to admit. His gloved fingers found secure holds on the window ledge as he ascended easily, landing on your balcony window.Â
You heard distant noises, assuming it was the wind you didn't give it much attention, as the sounds soon faded into the background and were replaced by a peculiar stillness. It was in this moment that you felt a subtle shift in the air, a presence that was neither expected nor familiar.Â
Instinctively, you turned your gaze towards the window, heart skipping a beat as your eyes met Tommy's as he stood outside your window. His figure was partially obscured by the darkness, his expression unreadable. A shiver of surprise ran down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat as Tommy motioned for you to open the window, his movements swift and urgent
"Tommy?" you uttered softly to yourself as you rose from your chair. Hesitation gripped you for a moment as your mind raced through the implications of his sudden appearance.Â
Your parents were sound asleep in the room next to yours. If your father knew Tommy was here... that would spell trouble, as he had strictly forbidden you from having any connection with him. But the curiosity and the longing desire to see him again prevailed, urging you to follow his unspoken invitation.
With cautious determination, you crossed the room and approached the window, your eyes never leaving his. With careful movements, you unlocked the latch and pushed the window open, the cool night air filling the room..
"Tommy, you really shouldn't be here," you whispered, your voice just a little nervous.
"I wanted to see you," he murmured
"My dad would kill you if he knew you were here," you whispered, your apprehension showing.
"He could try," he countered, a daring smile gracing his lips.
You stole a glance outside the window, scanning the quiet streets for any signs of prying eyes. "Come in before someone sees you," you urged, grabbing onto his collar and playfully pushing him inside, forcing Tommy to take a step forward, crossing the threshold from the darkness outside into the warmth of your room
You closed the window as soon as he walked in. Your heart raced as you looked at him, his presence being a mixture of danger and desire. The longing that had kept you awake night after night was now standing before you, real and tangible.
You and Tommy have been close friends for ages but now your father was particularly wary of Tommy's growing reputation and had become increasingly insistent on keeping you away from him. Doing his best on keeping you locked up inside your house, only allowing you to hang with your female friends and always accompanied by someone he trusted.Â
Itâs been almost two weeks since you last saw him and you must admit that being around him again felt nice.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked trying to decipher him, something that was hard to do
Tommy's fingers brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I had to see you," he confessed, his gaze unwavering as he looked into your eyes.Â
âSo you climbed a wall like a fucking spider?â you chuckled, a teasing grin on your lips. âGosh, Tommy⌠and now what?â Your voice was laced with curiosity as you perched yourself on the edge of your bed, looking at him with a mixture of playfulness and inquiry.
Tommy's gaze held yours, a spark of determination igniting in his eyes.Â
"I've got a plan," he said, his voice a low murmur that carried an air of excitement. "How about we take a little adventure, just you and me? Like the old times, eh?"
The mention of 'the old times' brought a nostalgic smile to your lips. Back when you were kids, you and Tommy had been inseparable, always finding yourselves in one scrape or another. Running barefoot on the streets of Birmingham, having fun and causing confusion wherever you were. Those memories held a special place in your heart.
Tommy Shelby always was a source of mystery and excitement, he had a way of injecting life back into the dullest of moments. Since your father had prohibited you from seeing him, your life had become an unbearable tedium. The thought of an adventure with him was like a breath of fresh air, promising a break from the stifling routine that had taken over your days.
The mix of intrigue and excitement danced in your eyes as you leaned in a bit closer, the anticipation palpable. "An adventure?" you echoed, your voice tinged with curiosity. "What kind of adventure are we talking about here?"
Tommy's lips curved into a half-smile, his eyes gleaming with a playful glint that was all too familiar. "How about I keep it a secret?" he suggested, his tone conspiratorial. "Trust me, you'll enjoy the surprise."
"Alright, Tommy Shelby. Surprise me." you chuckled softlyÂ
With a shared smile, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to buzz between you. For an instant you felt like a child again.
He took your hand in his, a familiar touch that sent a rush of warmth through your veins.Â
You always felt a magnetic pull towards Tommy, a connection that went beyond friendship. But despite the lingering attraction, you had never dared to cross that line. He was your close friend, someone who had been by your side through thick and thin, and you feared that any romantic involvement could jeopardize the bond you both cherished so much. Besides, you often convinced yourself that Tommy had no romantic interest in you. After all, he is a man who always gets what he wants, and if he hadn't pursued you after all these years, it was a sign that he didn't see you in that way.
Holding your hand, you both moved towards the window, ready to embrace the mystery of this spontaneous adventure, a sudden realization struck you like a bolt of lightning.
"Wait," you said, halting in your tracks as a thought occurred to you. "Shouldn't I change clothes first?â You passed your hand over your satin nightgown
Tommy glanced at you, his lips curving into a half-amused smile. "Yeah, probably a good idea," he agreed, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment longer before he turned his back, giving you the privacy you needed.
You made your way to your wardrobe and quickly selected a warm sweater and comfortable pants, eager to make the most of the upcoming experience.
As you began to change, your eyes caught a reflection in the window glass. Tommy sat on the edge of your bed, his back turned to you as he gazed out the window. The moonlight lighting his best features, his eyes weirdly seeming bluer.Â
As you started to undress, a sudden impulse gripped you as an audacious thought crossed your mind, taking a step to the side, positioning yourself so that your body was reflected in the glass, allowing his gaze to land on you through the reflection.Â
The idea was impulsive and with a daring curiosity, you began to undress. Your heart raced in your chest, you knew it was a reckless move, an unexpected gambit in the unspoken dance between you and Tommy. But in this moment, you felt a surge of confidence, a desire to seize the opportunity to show him a side of you he had never seen before.
Unbeknownst to you, Tommy's senses were as sharp as ever. Though his back was turned, he watched you intently from the moment your figure appeared in the window's reflection. His fingers curled into the fabric of the bedspread, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. His heart rate quickened subtly as he resisted the urge to turn around, his inner struggle evident in the clench of his jaw.
You had your back turned to him as you bent down to put on your pants, an unintentional but daring tease that had his heart racing. The audacity of the moment both surprised and intrigued him. Tommy's grip tightened on the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white as he grappled with the flood of emotions that your actions had stirred. He wondered if you knew he could see you, but he assumed not. He wanted to look away, but his gaze felt drawn to you.Â
He felt a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and a primal sort of longing that he had tried to keep buried. He had always been the master of control, but in this moment, control seemed to slip through his fingers.
Finally, you were dressed and ready, the air heavy with the tension that had built between you. As you turned around, your eyes met his in the reflection of the window. His expression was a mix of surprise and something deeper, an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel so openly. His chest tightened as he struggled to find his composure.
He cleared his throat, recomposing himself as he searched for the right words. "Ready?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with an underlying tension that matched the electric charge in the room.
Your gaze held his, and there was a flicker of knowing in your eyes that made his pulse quicken further. "Ready," you affirmed, your voice carrying a newfound confidence. It was as if you sensed the effect you were having on him, and that only added to the magnetic pull between you.
Tommy went first, gracefully navigating the exit and extending his hand to help you out. You accepted his offer, feeling a rush of excitement as your fingers brushed against his.
With every step he took, you followed, mimicking his movements as you descended the building, stepping where he did and holding at the same places.
He landed first and as you neared the ground, Tommy's held you by the waist as he guided you with a sure but gentle grip, ensuring your safe descent. Your heart raced as you felt his proximity, your face only inches from his as he helped you down. The scent of his aftershave enveloped you, an aroma that sent shivers down your spine.
For a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. Your eyes met his, the intensity of the moment hanging in the air like a tangible force. As your feet touched the ground, the moment passed, but its impact lingered in the air. Your breath caught in your throat as you stood before him, your heart racing.
"This way," Tommy said, his voice slightly husky, breaking the charged silence that had enveloped you both. You followed his lead, walking side by side, the city's labyrinth of streets and alleys stretched out before you. Â
As you navigated the streets together, Tommy's presence felt like a shield against the uncertainties of the night. His confident stride matched your own, and his occasional glances in your direction sent a jolt of anticipation through your veins as you found yourself drawn to him in a way you had never allowed yourself to fully acknowledge before.
As you walked, the city unveiled its hidden beauty to you. Cobblestone pathways glowed under the dim streetlights, revealing a world that existed beyond the surface. The air was filled with the distant echoes of laughter from inside the houses and still opened pubs and the soft rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of intimacy that enveloped you both. The city's architecture seemed to tell stories of its own, each building holding secrets of the past.
Tommy led you down the creaky wooden stairs, his steps confident as he descended into the darkness. You followed closely, the anticipation of what lay ahead building with each step. At the base of the stairs, another heavy wooden door stood before you.
With a subtle push, Tommy opened the door, and you stepped into a dark room. Your eyes adjusted to the dimness, and you realized you were in some sort of storage area. Wooden crates and barrels were stacked haphazardly, and the air smelled faintly of aged wood and dust and horse shit?
Tommy made his way through the cluttered room, and you followed, curiosity piqued. He stopped in front of a large wooden door and glanced back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"This is where the real adventure begins," he whispered, and then he pushed open the door.
You stepped through the doorway and found yourself in a dimly lit stable. The scent of hay and horses filled the air, and you saw them, beautiful horses, each one a magnificent creature in its own right.
Tommy walked toward a particular horse, a sleek and elegant animal with a glossy black coat. He ran his hand along the horse's neck, his eyes filled with admiration.
"This," he said, his voice low and filled with excitement, "is the surprise. We're going to take this horse for a ride."
You looked at him in surprise. "Tommy, are you suggesting we steal a horse?"
He flashed you a sly grin. "I've had my eyes on this beauty for a while"
With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, you approached the horse Tommy had chosen. âWhoâs the owner?â you asked a bit unsure, caressing the horse's fur.Â
âNo one that mattersâ he answered âReady?â he askedÂ
You couldn't help but chuckle at Tommy's cryptic response. With a grin, you nodded in response to his question. "Ready," you confirmed, the anticipation of the unknown adding a hint of thrill to your voice.
Tommy helped you onto the horse, his touch gentle yet firm as he adjusted your position in the saddle. Once you were settled, he climbed behind you, his body so close to yours you felt your heartbeat race. His strong arms encircled your waist as he settled in behind you on the horse. With a shared sense of adventure, you spurred the horse into motion, and it responded eagerly, carrying both of you away from the stable and into the darkness of the night.
âWhere are we going now?â you asked as tommy held the heins
Tommy's warm breath tickled your ear as he leaned closer to speak over the sound of the horse's hooves. "We're going to a little cottage out in the wild" he replied, his voice low and tinged with excitement.
As the horse carried you both further away from the city, the surroundings grew more rustic, with the dirt path leading you into the heart of the countryside. Tommy's grip on the reins remained steady, guiding the horse with ease.
âYou bought a cottage?â you asked, surprised by the unexpected turn of events.
âNo, the owner is away. Traveling,â Tommy explained, his voice holding a hint of amusement.
âAre we going to commit another crime? Break into someone's house?â you asked, your tone a mixture of curiosity and teasing.
Tommy chuckled at your question, the sound a low and mischievous rumble. âThat was never a problem for you before,â he remarked, his eyes glinting with a shared sense of adventure.
As the horse's hooves kicked up a fine spray of dirt and leaves, you couldn't help but smile at Tommy's response.The wind blowing in on your hair felt like music to your ears.Â
The night was beautiful, the sky was so full of stars that it was impossible to count.Â
The cottage came into view as you followed the winding dirt path deeper into the wilderness. It was a quaint, picturesque little house with ivy climbing its walls and a charming thatched roof. The soft glow of moonlight bathed it in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced across the garden.
"Here we are," Tommy announced as the horse came to a gentle stop in front of the cottage. You dismounted gracefully, your anticipation building as you looked around.
Tommy followed suit, and the two of you stood in front of the cottage, the night alive with the sounds of nature. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, unlocking the door with a practiced ease.
"Tommy Shelby, you should know that breaking and entering donât involve a key," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes.
He shot you a smirk as he pushed the door open, revealing a cozy interior. The cottage was rustic and inviting, filled with the scent of wood, dirt and old books.
"This place belongs to an old woman I know," Tommy explained. "She's away visiting her children and asked me to check on her tomato plants."
You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected turn of events. "Tomato plants? That's why we're here?"
Tommy shrugged, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Couldn't say no to her. She bakes good bread for us in the betting shop" you smiled at him
You stepped inside, taking in the cozy ambiance of the cottage. It was a world away from the bustling streets of Birmingham.
He worked on lighting the fireplace, and once lit, the warm light flickered across the room, casting a soft and inviting glow over everything. It was a scene that felt like it belonged in a storybook, a far cry from the gritty streets of Birmingham you both were accustomed to.
You turned to Tommy, a playful glint in your eyes. "So, are we really here to check on tomato plants in the middle of the night?"
Tommy chuckled, his voice carrying the warmth of the moment. "Well, it's a good excuse, isn't it?"
You nodded in agreement, secretly delighted by the whimsy of the situation. "It 's perfect."
As you both explored the cottage, you discovered charming details that added to the rustic charm of the place. Antique furniture and shelves filled with books lined the walls. It was as if time had stood still in this cozy haven, shielded from the chaos of the outside world.
Eventually, Tommy's eyes lit up as he found a bottle of whisky. With a contented sigh, he poured himself a glass.Â
You continued to explore the cottage, brushing your fingers over the spines of the books that lined the shelves. The titles varied, a mix of classics and forgotten novels, each one holding its own story and secrets. You couldn't help but wonder about the woman who owned this cottage.
âThere are so many booksâ you said with excitement
"I knew you would like it," Tommy replied as he settled himself on the couch, a warm smile on his face. He had always admired your passion for reading, understanding that books were a way for you to escape the confines of your sheltered life.
Your father's overprotectiveness had only grown as you entered your teenage years. He had become obsessed with controlling every aspect of your life, determined to shield you from the world he considered dangerous. And he worried too much about your interactions with men. âYou need to be a wife to someone, no one wants something usedâ his words sent shivers down your spine. The freedom and independence you had once enjoyed when you were younger were now distant memories.
It seemed that every year, as you grew older, the walls of your world closed in a little tighter. The rules, the expectations, they all felt suffocating. But tonight, in this secluded cottage with Tommy by your side, you felt a fleeting taste of the freedom you had been denied.Â
Tommy took a sip of the whisky, his eyes half-closed in appreciation of the drink's warmth. The crackling sound of the fireplace added to the cozy ambiance of the cottage, casting flickering shadows on the wooden walls.
You finally selected a book that caught your interest and joined Tommy on the two places couch. As you started to read the book you had chosen, Tommy watched you with a softness in his eyes. It was a side of you that he cherished, the way your face lit up when you delved into a good story. He knew that, in a way, this was your own form of rebellion against the strict rules imposed by your father⌠little did he know the contents of those books you read. When you were kids and you started to see Tommy less and less, whenever you met you would talk for hours about the stories you were reading.Â
Eventually, you set the book aside and turned to Tommy, your eyes meeting his with a soft smile. "Thank you for this, Tommy," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I needed a break from it all."
he replied, his voice gentle "You deserve moments like these."
âDo you have a cigarette?â you asked, making him chuckle. He grabbed in the inside pocket of his suit and placed the cigarette on your lips, gently lighting it for you. you took a drag inhaling the smoke, feeling the soothing effects of the smoke.
âMissed it, hm?â he asked making you smile
âI did,â you said, letting the smoke out.Â
Tommy watched you as you exhaled the smoke, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had always been aware of your occasional indulgence in cigarettes, a vice you had kept hidden from your family. It was one of those small rebellions that allowed you to reclaim a bit of autonomy in your controlled life. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette for himself, lighting it with practiced ease.
As the room filled with the soft haze of cigarette smoke, you and Tommy started to share stories and laughter. With each shared moment, the connection between you deepened, and a sense of comfort and familiarity settled over the room. The crackling fire provided a soothing backdrop to your conversation, its warmth mirroring the growing warmth between you and Tommy. With your cigarettes in hand, you both settled into comfortable silence, the occasional flicker of the firelight casting shadows across your faces.
Tommy's gaze remained fixed on you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face with a fondness that he had long suppressed. He had always admired your spirit, your determination to be true to yourself despite the constraints of your upbringing. And tonight, as he watched you exhale a plume of smoke into the room, he couldn't help but feel a growing attraction that had simmered beneath the surface for years.
Tommy leaned closer, the distance between you shrinking as he extinguished his cigarette in an ashtray on the table.Â
âYou look beautiful tonight, you know?â His hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
Your heart began to race as you met his intense gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as Tommy's words washed over you. You had always seen him as a man of few compliments, his tough exterior often hiding the tenderness that lurked beneath. But this, this was different.
The air seemed charged with electricity as Tommy's fingers grazed your skin, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. The warmth of his hand against your face sent a thrill coursing through you, and you felt a surge of desire that matched the intensity of his gaze.
"Tommy," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation.
Before another word could be spoken, Tommy closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. It was a kiss that held all the years of unspoken feelings, a kiss that spoke of desires that had long been suppressed.
Your lips moved together with a rhythm that felt both familiar and new. As you melted into each other, the world outside ceased to exist. The room was filled with the soft sound of your mingled breaths, the flickering firelight casting playful shadows on the walls. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, a moment that had been a long time coming.
Tommy's hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The heat of his body against yours sent a delicious shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but sigh into the kiss.When you finally broke apart, gasping for breath, your foreheads rested against each other
When you finally pulled away, your lips swollen and your breath ragged, you met Tommy's gaze once more. His eyes were dark with longing, a hunger that mirrored your own.
"What took you so long?" you whispered again, your voice filled with playful teasing.
He smiled, a soft and tender smile that reached his eyes. His hand gently held your chin and pulled you into a kiss again. this time more intense and passionate.Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the dark locks as you deepened the kiss.Â
His breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch as his hands roamed over your shoulders. The kiss along your jawline left you trembling, your body aching for more.Â
With his hand on your waist, he guided your movements, and you willingly straddled him, feeling the heat of his body beneath you. The sensation of his lips meeting yours was electric, and your mouths moved together in a passionate dance that left you breathless. Desire coursed through every inch of your body as Tommy's tender caresses and lingering kisses sent waves of pleasure and anticipation rippling through you.Â
His tongue parted your lips, and the taste of him was addictive, a blend of desire and longing that matched your own. His palms slid down your shoulders, finding the small of your back and pulling you even closer against his chest.
As the kiss deepened, you felt your knees grow weak, the intensity of your desire threatening to overwhelm you. The world outside faded away, and you were consumed by the fiery connection between you and Tommy.
Their lips separated and he looked into your eyes. Staring back at him, you nodded.Tommy's gaze remained locked with yours as he slowly and sensually unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers deftly moving over each button with a deliberate pace. The anticipation in the room was palpable, and every touch sent a thrill of desire coursing through you.
With the last button undone, he gently parted fabric, revealing the soft curves of your body beneath. His eyes roamed over your exposed skin, his desire evident in the hunger in his gaze. His mouth found his way to your neck, then moved down to your collarbone.Â
With a shared sense of urgency and desire, you and Tommy began to help each other shed your clothes, each layer revealing more of the tantalizing beauty that had been hidden beneath.
As you undressed him, you couldn't help but admire his body, a body that had seen its share of battles and triumphs. The scars and imperfections only added to his allure, a testament to the life he had lived.
Tommy's hand cupped your face, his touch tender against your skin as he searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. His concern for your well-being was evident, and he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with the path you were both about to embark on.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of care and desire.
But your response was resolute, your voice filled with a deep longing and determination. "I do," you affirmed, your eyes locked with his. There was no doubt in your mind, no hesitation in your heart. This was what you both wanted
As Tommy's lips left a trail of kisses on your skin, your heart raced with a heady mix of anticipation and desire. Every touch, every caress, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, and the intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming.
He moved on top of you, placing your back gently against the couch, his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his skin against your own. The weight of his desire was palpable, and it ignited a fire within you that burned with an intensity you had never known, he kissed your breasts, gently pressing and caressing them.Â
His lips found yours once again, and the kiss was filled with a hunger and longing that left you breathless. As he moved to kiss your core, your breath caught in your throat, and your body arched with anticipation.
His movements were slow and gentle, a surprising tenderness that left you feeling cherished and loved. Tommy had a reputation for being rough in bed, but this was different. This was your first time, and he wanted to make it special for you. And he was impressed, he was enjoying this as much as you.Â
As he gently pulled down your pants, your heart raced even faster, and a flush of desire spread through your body. He kissed the flesh of your inner thigh, gently pressing his lips against your skin. Tommy's hands moved with a gentle and sensual touch, caressing you over your panties. The sensation of his fingers against your skin sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body, and you couldn't help but gasp softly at the exquisite sensation.
His fingers traced delicate patterns, exploring every inch of your most intimate places with a tenderness that made your heart swell with affection for him. As his fingers continued their sweet exploration, your desire grew, and you could feel the heat building within you. He pulled your panties down, exposing yourself completely to him.Â
His tongue met your clit with a tantalizing flicker of sensation, and a gasp of pleasure escaped your lips. The exquisite feeling of his mouth against your most sensitive spot sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, and your fingers tangled in his hair as you arched your back, seeking more of his touch.
Tommy continued to use his skilled tongue to drive you to new heights of pleasure. Each flick and swirl of his tongue on your clit sent electric pulses of sensation through your body. Your whispered exclamation of "Shit" was a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.
As the pleasure built, your breaths came in shallow gasps, and your hands held onto Tommy's hair, not wanting him to stop. The knot in your stomach tightened and coiled as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Each flicker and caress of Tommy's tongue intensified the sensation, leaving you gasping for breath. It was a delicious ache, a sweet torment that made your body arch and tremble.
As Tommy's skilled touch continued to work its magic, The knot in your stomach tightened even further, coiling with anticipation. Tommy's skilled touch, his devotion to your pleasure, pushed you right to the brink.
Your fingers clung desperately to his hair, your breathing growing even more erratic as you teetered on the precipice of climax. The sensations coursing through your body were almost overwhelming, and you could feel the intense release just moments away.
With a shuddering breath and a cry, you finally surrendered to the waves of ecstasy that had been building within you. Your body trembled as the pleasure overtook you, and every nerve ending seemed to light up with the intensity of the release.
Tommy began to move back up your body, his lips planting tender kisses along the way. His lips met yours in a slow and passionate kiss, and you tasted the remnants of your shared desire on his mouth.
Tommy rested his forehead against yours, He smiled gently, his eyes filled with warmth and affection âyou ok?â he asked and you nodded.
âY-yesâ Your voice caught in your throat as you struggled to convey the overwhelming sensations that had just washed over you.
Your hands moved with a sense of purpose, reaching for his belt and deftly undoing it. The anticipation hung in the air, and every movement felt charged with desire. Tommy watched you with desire, his eyes locked on yours as you worked to free him from his clothing.
With a shared sense of urgency and desire, Tommy helped you remove his clothes, freeing his hard cock from the last remaining barriers between you.
âOh, you are very bigâ you said bluntly, making him chuckle
His chuckle was a mixture of amusement and affection, and he couldn't help but find your candidness endearing.
"Is that so?" he teased, his voice laced with humor as he leaned in closer, his body brushing against yours as he kissed your lips âIâll be gentleâ Tommy's teasing remark and the tenderness in his voice made you smile as his lips met yours in a sweet and reassuring kiss.
You felt the tip of his cock gently pressing at your entrance. You adjusted yourself on the couch. Tommys eyes were on you, his face so close to yours his nose often gently brushed yours.Â
âRelaxâ he whispered as you closed your eyes, kissing your cheek. The pressure grew stronger and you held tighter at his skin.Â
âFuckâ you moaned as you felt himself slowly sliding inside you. He was moving slowly, giving time for you to adjust to his size. The sensation of him sliding inside you elicited a moan of pleasure from your lips.
âYeah, youâre so fucking tightâ he whispered at your ear. Finally inside, he started to slowly thrust against you. At first, you felt some pain, but it soon went away and waves of pleasure consumed you.Â
He moved my hips slowly back and forth, sliding his cock halfway out before pushing back into you. Both moaned each time he thrusted forward. Pulling him down to you, your lips found his.
"How do I feel?" he whispered in your ear. "Do I feel good?"
"You ... feel ... amazing," you answered in between the sounds of pleasure you couldn't help releasing each time both your hips thrust into each other.
"So do you," he breathed in your ear. "I knew you would."
"You ... you thought about this?" you asked surprised
"All the fucking time" he said, kissing your lips.Â
As Tommy's pace quickened, the sensations between you both intensified. Pleasure surged through your bodies with each thrust. Your moans grew louder, and you clung to his skin.Â
"God that feels so good!" You moaned, feeling the same knot as before, form inside you.Â
Tommy's own desire and urgency mirrored your own, his movements growing more fervent as he neared his own release. The longing that had simmered beneath the surface for so long was now driving both of you towards an climax
 Tommy's thrusts grew more intense, his own desire pushing him closer to the edge.
Finally, in a crescendo of shared ecstasy, you both reached the peak of pleasure, bodies quivering with release. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans as you both were drowning in each other's pleasures.Â
He rested his head on your chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall of your breath against his cheek. Your fingers traced soothing patterns along his back.
"You okay?" he asked in a soft, almost vulnerable tone, his voice tinged with the lingering vulnerability of the moment.
"More than ok" You whispered, your voice filled with affection and a sense of contentment. Your fingers continued to trace soothing circles on his back as you held him close, as he moved to kiss you.Â
âI have to take you homeâ he said
âCan I see you again tomorrow?â you asked
Tommy nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I'll come by tomorrow," he replied, his eyes filled with warmth. "I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon, ey"
You smiled back, your heart swelling with happiness at his words. "I'll be waiting," you said, your voice filled with anticipation.
With a final, lingering kiss, Tommy reluctantly pulled away and helped you get dressed.
A/N: idk how I fell about this, I tried to write it more passionate but i feel like it lacks tommy's intense sex hahaha. Well yeah. hope you guys like it
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John x Flo things -
Her hating it when he first called her 'Flo', but now it being weird when he doesn't.
"I'm the only one that gets to call her that"
Complaining about helping each other, but doing it anyway.
"Are you flirting with me or starting a fight?"
Unfiltered honesty.
No beating around the bush. If Flo does something that pisses him off, John will tell her, and vice versa.
But not in public, because in public they have each other's back 100% and everyone knows it.
"How the fuck did you get in to my house?"
John getting annoyed when Flo insists on putting her cold feet on him while she sleeps, but then struggling to sleep when she isn't there.
Kissing eachother to shut the other one up.
Them being so effectively in sync without even having to try.
"You came?" "You called."
Possessive hand gestures.
No one fucks with Flo, except John.
Him being frustrated by her stubbornness, and her by his possessiveness, but knowing that they wouldn't have each other any other way.
I'll probably add more to this when I think of them. The banner for this is also low-key my favourite thing I've ever made.
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GIF blurb you say?
(not my gif. got off Pinterest.)
Omg thank you so much for answering the call!! I love all of the gifs you sent!! âşď¸
My mind went in the direction of a younger Shelby!Sister for this one for some reasonâŚ.I made her an OC because Iâm not sure how readers would take to enivsioning themselves as a child.
My Eyes!
Young Shelby!Sister OC & John/Esme
It had been a long time since any sort of joyus occasion happened within the Shelby family. Well, besides the three oldest men coming home from FranceâŚbut that wasnât as much joyus as it was a relief that theyâd lived through the terror.
So when John and Esmeâs wedding came around, Lillie Shelby - the youngest of the Shelby clan - was having the time of her life.
Until she realized one of the main things that comes with a wedding: the kissing.
Lillie hadnât really seen anyone in her family engage in a kiss before.
When John and Esme shared their first kiss as a married couple at the alter, the youngest Shelby didnât think much of it. However, as she saw her brother continually engage in the act throughout the night, she began to feel more and more weirded out by it.
It all came to a culmination when they kissed right in front of her - not knowing the wrong they were doing.
âMy eyes! My eyes!â the young girl shrieked, making the newlyweds break apart.
John was immediately grinning when he saw the grossed out expression present on his sisterâs face. He chuckled as he responded to her: âyouâre gonna need to get used to it, Lils, because I have no intentions of quitinâ on doinâ it anytime soon.â
Lillie frowned at her brother. Instead of saying anything directly back to him, she turned and walked off muttering: âjust donât do it in front of me.â
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Assistant, Part 5
âLook at youâ, Thomas muttered as he was bent down in front of Anastasia, using a tissue to wipe some of the blood off her lower lips as the girl silently glared at him, âDonât look at me like that love. Iâm helping you right now, eh?â âWhy do you always have to ruin it for me?â âRuin what for you?â âChances at love.â âI donât ruin anything for you. Your looks ruin your chances at love. Youâre too pretty.â âI thought men like pretty girls.â âOh we do. But most men get insecure when their girl is too pretty. Because if their girl is too pretty, other men will want to get a taste, and no man likes to share his wife.â Anastasia kept quiet, âWhy did he get so mad?â, she whispered out, looking at Thomasâ icy blue eyes with her own watery ones. âI donât know. But you know that itâll get worse, right?â âIt always gets worse, doesnât it?â
Thomas nodded, âThatâs exactly why Iâve been keeping boys away from you. To spare you that pain.â
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âItâs alrightâ, Thomas spoke calmly, a small smile tracing his lips as he stroke the top of the girlâs hair in a surprisingly gentle and loving manner. âWill you talk with him?â âIf you want me to. Do you want me to?â The girl didnât answer this question, as she simply looked from one of the Shelbyâs eyes to the other, âWhyâre you still nice to me?â âI promised your father to take care of you.â âI donât have many memories of him. How was he?â âA good man, a good soldier. A wonderful father to you. He often came to Pol to ask for help with you, your mother had died leaving him all alone with a baby. He never took a second wife or girlfriend. Then the war came. He kept a picture of you in a locket which he wore with his dog-tag. Told any soldier whoâd listen about you and how he couldnât wait to get back home and hold you again. How he couldnât wait for the war to end so he could get back home with toys and sweets from France.â
The girl smiled at this and Thomas nodded, âHe spoilt you rotten when you were small. During the last days, when the Somme was getting rougher than usual he asked me for a favor. If he didnât make it back to bring you treats from France back home, and to take care of you. To make sure you marry a proper man, to make sure you get a proper job. Asked me to make sure youâd turn out to be a proper young lady.â Anastasia nodded, âI still remember when you came back. I was so happy to see you, was even happier when you gave me the bundle of treats. I didnât understand why Polly was so sad when she saw you and your brothers. I didnât realize it for a long time. She was sad because you came back without my father. Because she knew I had now also lost my father. And I didnât get it. I didnât understand that you brought me treats back home instead of my father.â âDonât blame yourself. You were a child.â The girl looked down at her feet and the adorable little light blue shoes Arthur had gifted her for her sixteenth birthday. âI didnât understand what itâd mean from then on.â
âItâs alright. The war changed everyoneâs lives, but itâs over now. Shut the door on it.â âI think unless I see my fatherâs grave, unless I have closure Iâll never be able to do that.â âI swore myself Iâd never go to France again. But Iâll take you to it if you want to search the fields for a tag or a locket.â
Anastasia looked up at Thomas with teary eyes as she nodded. âWould you let me marry him?â âMichael? Not anymore. Not after what he did.â âHeâs your cousin-â âBut I swore it to your father. To make sure youâd marry a proper man, someone whoâd treat you right. And the way my cousin is actingâ, Thomas shook his head as he stood in front of the girl, hands in the pockets of his pants, âIâd rather him marry a rat, and even thatâd be unsafe for the rat. So I sure as hell wouldnât agree to you marrying him.â
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âGood job Tomâ, Polly huffed as she glared at her second oldest nephew, who looked unbothered, âWhat did I do now? Did little Anastasia run from Michael because he said he wanted to marry her?â âYou know damn well what you did!â, Pol called out at her home where the family had gathered for dinner. It had become a small habit for the Shelby family, even Ada and her little Karl came. They held this dinner at least once a month. âWhat did he do this time?â, Ada asked, the children had left to play in the garden.
Michael stayed silent as he looked form his glass to Thomas.
âOur Michael here got involved with Anaâ, John spoke, âHe knows sheâs off limits.â âAnd he hurt herâ, Thomas breathed out as he crossed his arms over his chest, âBut he didnât tell you that, did he?â, he asked Polly who looked at her son. âYou did what now?â âI didnât mean to hurt her-â âThatâs what they all sayâ, Esme scolded Michael. âHow was I supposed to know how easily she gets hurt?â âJust look at the damn girlâ, Polly spoke, âNow what in godâs name did you do?â
âHe pushed her against a wall, and I found her all bruised and bloody. Michael asked her to marry him and when she said he was moving too fast he hurt her, thatâs what fucking happened!â, Thomas spoke bluntly as Polly shook her head towards her son. âI thought that woman raised you better than to do something like that.â
Michael didnât dare to meet his motherâs gaze.
âYou will go to that girl and apologize to herâ, Polly demanded to her son. âI already did. She wouldnât listen-â âI donât care!â, Polly spoke, âYou will get her flowers and a gift from your own money, and beg for her forgiveness. Iâve raised that girl like my own. Iâll be damned if you drive her away from this family.â
âItâs already too late for thatâ, Finn cleared his throat. âWhat?â, Pol asked with a cocked eyebrow at the youngest Shelby brother who looked at Thomas then at Polly, âI thought Tommy told you.â âTold me what?â Finn looked back at his older brother, âHe sent Ana to live with that May Carleton for a while.â âWhy the fuck would you do that?â, Polly asked, Sheâs your bloody assistant!â âBecause Miss Carleton is helping us with some business for the Derby, I sent Anastasia to help with formalities as she knows more about our company and business than any of our Blinders. And to let her clear her head for a while.â
âYou sent her away from meâ, Michael spoke and Thomas nodded, âI did. Youâll probably see her on Derby Day. Sheâll be up with me and Miss Carleton.â
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