#peaky blinders x nephew!reader

[mydear-corinthian]

welcome to burlesque

synopsis - tommy attends to this new burlesque club and he didn't expect to see you there

pairing - tommy shelby x reader (dancer!)

warnings - SMUT +18, breeding kink, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex.

notes - rushed, this is my favourite song and movie ><, divider by saradika-graphics

main masterlist | peaky blinders masterlist | cillian murphy masterlist

After the first World War, the inner-city of Small Heath, Birmingham is not lively that it used to. Loads of soldiers coming home from the war were traumatized; only finding comfort in whores, cocaine, alcohol, and betting.

With lots of men now drinking and snorting on their snows, alcohol businesses, betting shops, and cocaine distributors are now on their peak of their business like the well-known gangster, the man himself, Thomas Shelby.

It was the usual day for the gangster. His family running their businesses and sorting out gangster fights. Tommy is miserable in a way that he has no one to talk to or engage something with. Sure, he has his family but all he can talk about to them is business. With women, he still cannot find the right women for him.

As Tommy walked on the bland streets of Small Heath, inhaling his cigarette, he was approached by his friend, Johnny Dogs and his other workers. As Johnny walked to catch up with Tommy, he placed his shoulders on the gangster's shoulders.

"What ya up to, Tom?" Johnny Dogs asked, a smile planted on his face.

"The usual, John, business," Tommy sighed before he replied, continuing to inhale the cancerous stick.

"You should go to this club, Tommy! There's a lot of women in there, I heard. Just recently opened," Curly joined the conversation.

Tommy's eyes began to look at them. Recently opened? A club? In Birmingham?

He began to be interested and curious at the same time.

"Curly's right, Tom." John said. "Maybe you'll find someone there, eh? Or maybe just loosen up."

"There's nothing new with that, Johnny. There's whores everywhere. What's so special about this club," the older Shelby replied.

"Heard the women there are.. unique. Dancers."

Strip clubs in Small Heath isn't new for Tommy. But it's a bit confusing for him to see why his friend is very invested in this club. Maybe there's something more and special about these women and dancers. He cannot help but think.

"What ya say, Tom?"

After a few minutes of deciding, he exhaled.

"8:00 PM."

The boys cheered and clapped, playfully hitting each other's shoulders with their elbows as they cheered. A huge smile were planted on their faces

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It was finally 7 in the evening. Tommy Shelby was already dressed for the man's night. A velvet red tie decorated his grey suit. His long black trench coat keeping him warm. The golden pocket watch with the engraved 'Shelby' name on the back hanged on the small pocket of his charcoal vest.

"Where are you going, Tom?" Polly asked as he saw his nephew exiting the manor.

Tommy placed his newsboy hat on his head, styling it properly as he replied to his aunt,

"Night with me boys. We'll be back by morning."

"Hope you're not plotting something again, Thomas."

"Yeah, no, aunt Pol." he coldly replied before finally shutting the door.

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The ride was a little long, especially how this club is in the Northern part of Birmingham. The Blinders have finally arrived. Getting off their cars and entering the club like they owned it. The entrance fee lady didn't even bother asking them to pay since, well, they're the Peaky Blinders. Other customers hurriedly gave way and emptied the tables for them.

The club was lit in a red color. Circular tables with lamps were placed everywhere in front of the medium sized stage. Renaissance paintings were hanged all over the walls of the club. Tommy was suprised by this new club, it shows how the owner definitely has a budget for this.

The gangsters finally sat on their chairs just near the stage, ordering up a few drinks before the lights turned off, only focusing on the stage.

"This club is a Burlesque?" Tommy asked as he sipped a glass of whiskey he ordered.

"Yeah. Can't you believe it? The first every Burlesque club after a decade!"

The small band on the side of the stage started to play a jazz-like original song. A woman with a black top hat decorated on her (h/c) hair, a combination of black and white colour painted her tight corset while a pair of black fishnet stockings kept her warm appeared on the stage with a few dancers.

As the song started, you began to sing. Swaying your body seductively to the melody of the song, you looked at the guests. There were a lot of people in the club making you nervous but you decided to brush the anxiety away.

Tommy was widened by the performance but it wasn't the first time that he witnessed it; it's just that he haven't seen this kind of performance in years. His baby blue eyes followed you as you sang, mesmerized by the shift looks on your face. He kept a close eye on your legs as they moved fluidly and elegantly to the music. His eyes lingered on the way the tight corset tightened in your curves and making your form seem more beautiful with each breath. He was lost in focus, taking in each detail of your performance.

You looked at the audience again and now your eyes caught him.

Thomas Shelby.

The man himself.

You felt your heart drop, you know that one day he will visit the club but you didn't expect that it will be today. It was like a faraway memory coming to life the first time you saw him since the war. You remembered the moment that ignited everything between you, helping him with his broken arm in that dark tunnel. You can still feel the warmth of that kiss you had under the sycamore tree, and the letters you wrote one other later that carried shards of your hearts. That gentle kiss represented the silent relationship that has become stronger with every written word and every memory exchanged.

The way he looked at you felt the same: soft and genuine.

Tom had already shown many signs of trauma during the war, but he always felt safe and well while he was with you in the medic tent or on walks. You ended the gazing exchange between you two by continuing to dance.

You got a lot of "woo" and "yeah" remarks from the crowd as you went on singing and dancing sensually with your girls.

Tom began to be curious. You seem so familiar to him but he's not sure where you guys met.

"Who's the singer, Charlie?" Tom began to ask, leaning, his mouth just behind Charlie's ear.

"Oh her? That's (Y/n) (L/n). I heard she served in the war as a medic. Lovely ain't she?"

Oh.

Now Tom can recall who you were.

It was you, the nurse, who saved his arm after a bullet struck him in that tunnel. His memories of the war flashed back, and for the first time he wasn't afraid. Rather, he was somewhat happy. He recalled how you carefully applied a white bandage on his arm with your soft, delicate hands. She asked about how he was while exchanging life stories with him. How you kissed each other beneath the sycamore tree.

"Welcome to Burlesque!" The dance finally ended. A huge smile plastered on your face as you bowed, the big curtains coming down the stage. Loads of men including Tom's gang stood up and cheered, their claps echoed the club.

As you went backstage and sat on your vanity, you cannot help but recall who you just saw. His eyes were still the same; his blue eyes shining as his eyes locked yours. Memories of you and him talking, kissing, walking together flashed on your mind, making you frown at the memory that you hope you can still experience it again.

Meanwhile, Tommy excused himself, telling his gang that he'll be visiting the backstage to talk to someone. They didn't interfere nor asked who and why.

Tom finally arrived at the backstage, seeing women changing to their next-performance clothes. The dancers gasp at the sight of the notorious gangster, immediately covering up their bodies with their clothes. He cleared his throat due to the awkward moment, starting to ask where you were. "

Where can I find (Y/n) (L/n)?" Tom asked.

"B-back room, Mr. Shelby."

As Tommy walked towards the wooden door of your own vanity room, his heart raced. He felt his muscle goes numb every step he took. He doesn't know how you will react if he saw you. Will you be mad for him leaving you all of a sudden after the war? Will you be sad? Will you be happy? He doesn't know and he cares about that.

Taking a deep breath, his pale palms twisted the door knob, opening the door. He finally saw you. Sitting on a circular chair in front of your well-lit vanity mirror, loads and loads of make-up scattered on your table. You were wearing your long black corset only.

As you noticed the door opening, you looked at who it was while trying to remove your earrings. Finally looking at the person, your heart instantly dropped. You finally saw him up close after years of having no contact.

"Thomas..?" You stood up, feeling every electricity in your body flinched.

"(Y/n)."

A part of you wants to run up to him and give him the tightest hug and another part of you wants to scream at him for leaving you just like that.

"Why are you here?" you answered coldly but your voice softy broke, trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry," he spoke up. "..for leaving you just like that. I didn't mean to. I-It's just that - I didn't knew what to do."

As a former medic, it's understandable due to his mental state during the war. But as his lover, you just wished he stayed.

"Where were you, Tommy.."

"I'm so sorry, my love," Tom apologized, slowly walking towards you, cupping your cheek with his palms, stroking your chin.

"I missed you, Tommy. I thought you were gone." you whispered, holding his palms that were cupping on your cheeks, a tear finally fell from your sad eyes.

You tried finding him during and after the war but you failed. You forced yourself to move on, thinking that it was just for his comfort that time and you mean nothing to him now.

Slowly, his lips met yours. Allowing himself to be reunite with you. Tom's hand gripped your side hip as the kiss began to deepen. And there it is, you felt the same feeling when the both of you kissed under that sycamore tree.

He gently pushed you on the door, continuing the make-out session as his fingers locked the doorknob.

"Fuck, I missed you.."

"..so much," Tommy whispered in between kisses.

Your spine tingled with electric shocks as he sucked and kissed your neck, causing you to gasp and sigh with a mixture of pleasure and excitement. With an ache that made it seem as though he hadn't tasted anything like this in years, his lips finally discovered that sweet spot he had been longing for.

Every kiss was intense, every suck a confession of his insatiable appetite, making you insanely addicted. You got caught up in the moment, losing yourself in the heat of the moment as your fingers became tangled in his hair and gripped harder with every pleasure pulse.

"You taste so sweet, my love," he said.

You began to undo your black corset, leaving you with your black lacey bra and underwear, and your fishnet stockings. Trying to undo the stockings, Tom interfered.

"Leave the stockings on."

Nodding, your lips and his met each other again. Tommy's lips were stained with your red lipstick. The two of you ran to the vanity table, your hands removing all the items and make-up that was placed there while Tom began to unbutton his trousers and then his underwear.

You felt so aroused as your black panties were soaked wet. Your hole aching for Tommy inside.

"So wet already?" his deep voice made you wetter.

"Please, Tom. I need you.."

His cock sprung free out of his boxers, revealing how hard he was. He pumped it first with his hand before he moved your panties to the side instead of fully taking it off, allowing him to enter you.

You gasped aloud as his long, thick length began to gently and deeply penetrate you, each inch sending waves of powerful pleasure through your entire body. Tom, at the same time, moaned lightly as he enjoyed the way your close warmth surrounded him, the closeness sparking a fire between you both. His movements had a steady, deliberate pace, and your bodies seemed to melt together as each thrust was delivered with delicate passion. Your in unison breathing and softly spoken confessions of love filled the room, each one increasing the sensual, romantic connection between you.

Your body faced the mirror so he was fucking behind you. After a few minutes of you adjusting to his length, he began to thrust slowly.

"Oh fuck," you moaned.

"You feel so good — fuck!"

Your breasts bounced in time to every thrust he made, and your moans got louder and stronger. Euphoria rushes over you, bringing you closer to the brink with each move. You realized how much you had missed his presence and the way he filled you up entirely because of the pace of that moment. The overwhelming happiness served as a clear reminder of the intense touch and need you had experienced while he was away.

Your head lowered and your palms gripped the side of the bright vanity table. Your head was messy, a few strands of hair covered your face.

You can hear the breathy moans that Tommy let out. His rough fingers gripping your waist as his lower body jerked up, his head rolled back.

As he noticed your head looking down, his right palm gripped your jaw, making you look up and look at the mirror forcely.

"Look at yourself while I'm fucking you, honey."

Nothing but your shared moans, grunts, and skin slapping echoed the whole room. You didn't care how loud you guys were, you just want to think of him and him alone.

Feeling your orgasm build up, you began to let out a louder series of moans and gripped his arm.

"Tom—fuck! I'm close.."

"Yeah? Go on, cum on my cock."

"Yes Tommy, yes! Oh my god!"

"I'm gonna fill you up, yeah? Put a baby inside you. Gonna be the mother of our children, mhm?" he whispered on your ear as his pace quickened.

Finally, your orgasm came, making a mess on his massive dick. After a few more thrusts from Tommy, he came inside you, filling your walls with his sticky white cum.

The both of you panted, catching your breaths. Tom finally pulled out, making your aching hole leak out your shared juices. He let out a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, that was hot," he said, giving you a passionate kiss.

"I love you, Thomas Shelby."

"I love you, (Y/n) (L/n)."

[acewritesfics]

This is my Fucking Wedding Day | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing. S/N - Sister's Name, S/H - Sister's Husband, E/C - Eye Colour.

Word Count: 1,272

Tommy Shelby Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Standing in a slip and stockings with her makeup freshly applied, Y/N tells her mother, "I need to see Tommy."  

"You're well aware that you cannot see him right now. It is unlucky for the groom to see his bride in her wedding gown before she walks down the aisle," Her mother makes her objections known.  

"Have you forgotten who Tommy is?" She inquires while casting a wary gaze at her mother. "That man creates his own bad luck; he doesn't need a ridiculous superstition to create it for him. And also, I won't be wearing my wedding gown."  

"And you still want to marry him? I thought he was a gypsy. Doesn't he believe in such 'ridiculous' superstitions?"  

"You wouldn't need to ask that question if you actually took the time to get to know him," Y/N scolds her. She stops her seamstress from bringing her gown to her, asking for her silk robe instead.  

Her mother has never been accepting of Tommy, and her entire family disapproves of the Birmingham gangster, who will soon become her husband. Her mother and father have no trouble reminding her that Tommy isn't good enough for her, that all he brings is trouble and death, and that she'll be the next to perish, whether it's by his hands or by an enemy that he's enraged. However, despite what others say and have said, she has continued her relationship with the man she loves so deeply.  

She acknowledges that Thomas Shelby isn't a flawless man, but she also believes that he has wonderful qualities and those qualities have led her to fall so in love with him.  

Her father and siblings despise Tommy so much that they refused to attend her wedding. Its broke Y/N's heart when they couldn't even pretend to be happy for her. At least her mother was trying to try for her. Her mother knew she would feel regret and shame for missing her youngest daughter's most important day. Not to mention, she doesn't want to appear prejudiced. The older woman also wed a man that her family didn't approve.  

She defends Tommy and their relationship by saying, "I know he's not perfect like S/N's husband, but I am in love with Tommy, and he loves me."  

The fact that her sister had become pregnant with Andrew, her oldest nephew, after only knowing her husband for two months made it clear why she had wed him. S/H, her husband, is a renowned attorney who is adored by everyone and well regarded in his legal community. Their marriage was good, and they made it work but the only love they shared was the mutual love they had for their children they had together when they tried to make it work, romantically.  

"Now, could you kindly hand me my robe?" she asks, growing irritated with her mother's constant putting down of her soon-to-be husband. The seamstress brought the silk robe to Y/N's mother who handed it to her with a disapproving glare.  

There are times when Y/N's mother regrets being as headstrong and stubborn as she is since now, she has a daughter who is just like her. As a child, Y/N was always the one who resembled her the most since she was independent, headstrong, outspoken and free-spirited. Y/N carried some of those characteristics into adulthood. Those same characteristics helped her to tame her Peaky Blinder lover.  

Y/N pulls on her robe and ties the sash around her waist.  

"Your hair still has to be done," her mother calls after her as she walks toward the door.  

"I'll be back in a moment," She exits the room with a elegant boldness in her step and makes her way to the section of the church where Tommy, his brothers and the rest of his wedding party will be.  

Y/N is just about to knock on the door when Tommy's voice can be heard quite clearly above the others.  

"This is my fucking wedding day! I want you all to be on your best fucking behavior. My bride deserves to have her special day not ruined by anyone, including you lot. If anyone causes any fucking trouble, you will escort them as discreetly as possible out of the building and off the property. Gentlemen, this is not the day for violence. It is a day for celebration. If any of you start fighting, I'll fucking kill you myself. Do you understand what I am saying?"  

Tommy's speech is followed by a chorus of "yes boss."  

She knocks on the door and stands outside the room until someone opens it. She doesn't want to make a spectacle or grab anybody's attention by just being in her robe and a slip. She beams when she sees Finn, who has a surprised expression on his face when he realizes it's his soon-to-be sister-in-law. The youngest Shelby brother is by far her favourite among her in-laws, but she wouldn't admit it to anybody but Tommy. Though he aspires to be just like his brothers, he has never lost the innocence he's carried right through his childhood.   

"Miss Y/L/N, you're not supposed to be here."  

"I am aware, but I need to speak with Tommy. It won't take long, I swear" she promises the teenager. "Would you kindly get him for me?"  

"I can't say no to you, can I?" He chuckles softly and closes the door.  

A few seconds later, Tommy rushes out the door, a worried look on his handsome face. He stops in front of her and reaches for her waist. "Is everything all right?"  

She responds smiling, placing her hand on his face, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb as she looks into his breathtakingly gorgeous blue eyes, which had captured her interest since she first saw him in London three years ago.   

"Everything is perfect, Thomas, but there is something I need to tell you. I've been trying since yesterday morning, but we haven't had a moment alone to ourselves."  

"We're alone now, so what is it?" His voice is gentle and soothing.  

She takes one of his hands from around her waist and moves it toward her lower abdomen. "I learned that the illness I've been experiencing is not just pre-wedding nerves. I saw the doctor the day before yesterday after Polly made a remark about my body changing. Tommy, I'm pregnant."  

"You're pregnant?" His eyes widen in astonishment, yet his lips have a trace of a smile. "You're pregnant!"  

He continues to smile from ear to ear as he ends the kiss. "It's fortunate that our wedding is today. It's one less thing we have to worry about before the baby arrives."  

She looks at him with such affection in her E/C eyes that she lets out a soft giggle at what he said. "I love you, Mr. Shelby."  

"I love you as well, Mrs. Shelby," He responds leaning in to kiss her again.  

She leans in close to his lips and murmurs, "I'm not Mrs. Shelby quite yet."  

"It's just a matter of time," he replies before pressing his lips against hers and kissing her passionately, wanting nothing more than for their wedding to begin so she may become Mrs. Thomas Shelby.  

"Oi, you two leave it for the honeymoon, yeah?" Arthur's gruff voice broke the almost newlyweds apart. "Now Miss Y/L/N, I don't mean to sound rude, but you best be off to finish getting ready."  

"I'm on my way," she tells the oldest Shelby brother as she steps back from Thomas and leaves to go back to her chamber, leaving the two brothers to finish getting ready themselves. 

[snowflakeanimelover]

Masterlist | Next Chapter

Relationship: Thomas Shelby x Mafia Boss!Female Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: cussing, death, major character death, secrets, lies, no Y/N mentioned, she is only given a last name, badass reader, lots of lore, slow burn, this chapter is a little rushed.

NOTE: this is basically just a Prologue, but if enough people like it then ill continue this :)

I believe this would be a perfect fit for readers theme song, for this story. Hence where the title comes from, as well.

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Prologue: The Greeting

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“Where is Tommy?”

That particular voice is very well recognized in this area. It has a stern and motherly tone with strict trauma behind it. The voice is so familiar that anyone who hears it from a distance of a mile away would know exactly who it belongs to. That voice belongs to none other than Polly Gray, the aunt of the Shelby brothers and sisters. Polly is known to be the intelligent one in the family, along with her nephew, Thomas Shelby.

Anyone who knows Polly knows to keep themselves a few feet back. She’s one woman no one wants to mess with—Thomas Shelby’s protection added to the threat.

“I don’t know,” John Shelby, second youngest brother, replied to his aunt with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “Fucker went off on his own a few days ago without saying a bloody word.”

A woman sat not too far from the Shelby and Gray. Her job is quite simple. Someone who counts the money in the Betting Shop, amongst other people. So far, she’s been working there for a few months now. Never has she spoken to the Shelby’s much, besides when she first met them to get the job.

But she wasn’t looking for talk. Her bright orbs often glanced over the shop, studying each and every person who belonged to the Peaky Blinders. And most importantly, she keeps her eyes on the important people, such as the Shelby family members and their allies.

Her back was facing John and Polly as they spoke, due to her desk being in a certain place, but she didn’t care. She doesn’t have to look at them to know what they’re talking about.

”What’s the trouble?” John finally asks after a beat of silence. Knowing her his whole life, he can't miss the unusual way she paced and looked a bit frantic. She’s worried about something, and if that's the case, then it ain’t good for the business or the family.

“Sullivan,” she answers him a bit harshly. “Tommy is supposed to meet him today, and he’s not fucking back.”

The woman listening in on the conversation raises her brows, pausing her writing and she tunes in. This was very important.

John nods absentmindedly, showing he’s listening. “Alright,” he stresses, rubbing his chin in thought. “Alright. Well, send Arthur.”

”Fucking Arthur?” Polly asks in disbelief. “You can’t be fucking serious. Tommy would have his shit if he knew Arthur took his place.”

”Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?”

The woman had already tuned out their voices as she brought herself into deep thought. She takes a moment to think properly; her plans, her ideas, her past business. And within a few minutes, a wicked smirk plays on her lips.

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Light chatter and curses echoed in the small, empty church. The cloudy day had refused to shine light into the holy building, only candles lit in the most important places.

”What the fuck is taking him so long?” A man curses, pacing back and forth in the candlelight. His few body guards stood around, guns in their hands for preparation.

His lips part once more to complain about the tardiness of his new ally, but the sound of the door to the church creaking open makes him pause. Sullivan tilts his head, focused on the new arrival. Although it was too hard for him to see, the darkness took over the corners. “Thomas Shelby?” He calls out, guessing who it could be. “I don’t got all fucking night, eh? I’ve got things to do. Business to take care of,” he boasts, annoyed that his ally was late.

”Well, that’s no good,” a feminine voice breaks the silence, one Sullivan knows well.

Sullivan flinches back in surprise, pointing a finger at the darkness. “No, no…” he mutters in disbelief. “H-How the fuck did you know I was here?!”

“Come on, Jordan,” she teases lightly, slowly stepping into the light. Sullivan takes another step back. It’s her, for sure. The clothes say it all. The only woman to wear such material, such style. Much like the Peaky Blinders. “You’ve done me dirty. You think I’d just let you go so easily?”

”I said,” he yells out, anger and fear taking over his form. “How the fuck did you know I was here?!”

She takes another step forward, a threat. And that was it for Sullivan. “Fucking shoot her!” He demands, his bodyguards doing exactly as they are told.

Guns fire and men fall. It ended within seconds, with Sullivan’s men down in a heartbeat.

Sullivan watches in fear as two women come out from the darkness, dressed the same as the woman he fears the most. Members from her gang. Guns held tightly and confidently in their hands, pointing directly at Sullivan. She didn’t even have to lift a finger.

Sullivan doesn't say a word as he turns and flees, running through the back door of the church and into the dirty streets. She merely laughs, trudging off her long trench coat and handing it to one of the women standing by her side. “A chase?” She chuckles, rolling her shoulders. “How fun.” With that, she starts the chase.

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The run didn’t last long, to her disappointment. The man was down with one simple trip on the uneven gravel, hitting the ground hard. She jumps over a crate that was in the way, and stops to study the scene.

A smile grows on her lips as she pulls out her gun from her holster, pointing it right at him.

Sullivan’s words are slurred together fearfully as he begs to leave her alone, to let him live. He stumbles to push himself back up and eventually gives up, staying on the ground with his hands up in surrender.

“Where’s the money, Jordan?” She hisses, cocking the gun back.

”P-Please—please let me go, I-I swear I’ll pay you back all that I stole, Miss Rose,” he begs, “I-I’ll give you even more than that!”

She takes a moment to observe his fearful state. The way his body shook. The way he cowards with the gun being pointed right at his head. She reveled in all of it.

She wastes no more time putting just a little bit of pressure on the trigger, the bullet flying. Sullivan jerks back as the bullet goes straight through his head, and his body falls back.

Relief didn’t come as much as she hoped. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end—A feeling she was being watched. Her hand holding the gun lowers as her orbs turn, finding none other than Thomas Shelby, Arthur Shelby, and John Shelby standing there with their guns pointed right at her.

A sigh leaves her lips as she puts the gun back in its holster, pulling a smile at the boys. “Apologies,” she says, noticing the shocked expressions they hold, “I didn’t know I had an audience.”

[prettybillycore]

shot through the heart || ch.2 || billy hargrove x shelby!reader

Pairing(s): Shelby!Reader x Billy Hargrove, Minor Thomas Shelby x Grace Burgess

Universe: Peaky Blinders + Stranger Things

Summary: You, one of the younger members of the Shelby clan, are just trying to find your place in the world when suddenly you are shot. Instead of dying, you are flashed-forward in time to 1984 where you meet people who will change your life forever. Will you ever be able to return home? What caused you to time-travel in the first place?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing

A/N: I can’t wait to see what you all think of the end of this chapter!!!

Read Below the Cut or on AO3

You were in the church lighting candles with Aunt Polly the first time you met Inspector Campbell. “A gentleman would take off his hat… and put out his pipe,” she said. She didn’t look up from her task of lighting her candles. 

You, however, did. You blew out the candle you were holding and looked over your shoulder at Inspector Campbell. “I see you only dare to come here when you know my brothers are away at the fair.”

“Ah yes, your brothers. With their guns and their razors? Is it them you're lighting candles for?” He asked. 

“We’re lighting candles for the boys from The Garrison who lost their lives in France,” Aunt Pol said, “There's a list there. Look.”

“I hear you didn’t make it to France, Inspector Campbell,” you taunted. Aunt Polly grinned. 

The inspector looked at you with a displeased expression. “You’ve heard of me,” he said, taking a step closer, “I think it’s unfair that I’ve not heard of you. I’ve only heard of Polly Gray and her nephews.”

You looked at Aunt Pol and then back at Inspector Campbell in shock, “I’m deeply offended. I’m only the most important member of the Shelby clan.”

Aunt Pol blew out the flame in her hand and smiled at the back of your head. She then wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “It’s definitely this one you should be on the lookout for. She’s smart as a whip and twice as devilish as my nephews some days.” You knew she was only kidding, but it still felt nice to be recognized as an essential member of the family. You sometimes felt overlooked, and Inspector Campbell having absolutely no idea who you were didn’t help that image you had of yourself. 

You looked at Inspector Campbell with a plastic grin. “My name’s Y/n. Y/n Shelby. I’m one of the siblings– between Finn and John.”

The inspector nodded and looked away from you and your aunt. He focused his attention ahead on the front of the church. He pushed open the gates and walked through them without another word to either of you. “Is it the Holy Grail you’re looking for?” Aunt Pol asked. 

“As a matter of fact, it is the Holy Grail I’m looking for,” the Inspector replied. His eyes were fixated on Aunt Polly. He began to walk toward the two of you. Pol put herself between you and the Inspector. “Something precious. Something stolen.” The Inspector took one of his hands and shoved Polly up against the wall. “Perhaps you know what I’m talking about.” His gaze was stern and low. 

Aunt Pol was always quick on her feet and thought of a plan to get herself out of that situation almost instantly. Aunt Pol leaned in and kissed the Inspector unexpectedly, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He pulled away from her and shot her a disgusted look. “Sorry, I misunderstood your intention when you pushed me against the wall.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter. Inspector Campbell used a piece of cloth to wipe his mouth before moving to let a team of coppers into the building. You weren’t raised in the Christian faith, but you still felt like them invading this holy space was vile and wrong. “Turn the place upside down,” Campbell spat. He then turned his attention back to you and your aunt. “Arthur Shelby said you people would help us.”

“How are we supposed to help if you won’t actually tell us anything about why you’re really here?” you asked.

Polly smiled at you again. “The girl has a point. If we don’t know what you’ve lost, how can we help you find it?” 

The Inspector ignored you both. “But I have found out subsequently that I was speaking to the wrong man. Next time, I want to talk to the boss.” The Inspector turned to leave. “Lickey Tea Rooms. Friday, ten o’clock. And when I say “the boss,” I mean Thomas.”

You watched Aunt Pol’s face closely. Her expression dimmed slightly as the Inspector left. “What could they possibly be searching for that’s so important? They are turning our poor city upside down, looking for it.”

Polly shook her head, “I don’t know, Y/n,” you were smart. You didn’t believe her when she said that. You were like her and Tommy in that way– you could always tell when someone was lying to you. However, for the time being, you decided to let it rest. “We’ll have to have a family meeting when the boys get back to town. Tommy won’t be pleased with the state of the city.”

You nodded. “That’s for sure. He won’t be happy when he sees the state of the local pubs and such. This copper is even more bad news than I thought he would be.”

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“The coppers told everyone Arthur had agreed to it when he was arrested. They said the Peaky Blinders had cleared out to the fair to let them do it,” Aunt Pol said. Her tone was somewhere between scolding and informative.   

“I never said nothing to that copper about smashing up bloody houses,” Arthur fired back.

“All right. Which pubs did they do?” Tommy asked.

“The Guns, the Chains, the Marquis. All the ones that pay you to protect them. Only one they didn’t touch was the garrison. Make sure people think we were in on it. He’s smart, this copper,” Aunt Pol explained downly. “So go on. Drink your beer, get out. You’d better show people you are still the cocks of the walk.” Everyone began to stand up from the meeting. Tommy started saying something, but you weren’t paying him much attention. You were caught up in your own thoughts about what the copper could possibly want from your town, from your family that he would go to such great lengths to make your reputation go downhill. You were following Arthur and John out when you noticed Aunt Polly close the doors behind you. Usually you wouldn’t think much of this, but something in your gut told you Aunt Pol and Tommy in a room alone together right now was not good. You knew they would kill you if they caught you, but you couldn’t help yourself. After Arthur and John had long forgotten about you, you put your ear up to the door. Some of the men working gave you a funny look, but they dared not question you. You might be young, but you were still a Shelby. “So we both know what they were looking for,” Aunt Pol started. “You don’t read the papers.”

“Racing papers.”

“So let me tell you the odds. I reckon it’s three to one; there’ll be a revolution.” 

“I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“That copper’s betting on it,” you could make out the disapproval in Aunt Pol’s voice even through the door. “He’s not going to let it rest till he gets those guns back.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Guns? What guns are they talking about?

“Did he talk to you, Pol?”

“Me and Y/n. In the church.”

“What did he know of our darling, Y/n?”

You smiled at the name. “Nothing.”

“Did he try to find our Ada?”

“She was sleeping,” Pol explained. 

“Where was she sleeping, Pol?” Tommy asked. You could feel your forehead and hands becoming sweaty. How does he already know something’s up with Ada’s love life? You decided then and there that it was best to back away from the door slowly. The wood of the floor creaked ever so slightly, and you held your breath, but the conversation in the room beyond the doors continued. 

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Life was pretty quiet for a few days. You were quite saddened by the death of Tommy’s new horse, but your brothers did their best to cheer you up. They knew that you got attached to animals rather quickly, and this horse had been no exception. Tommy promised he would figure out a way to make it up to you since he knew you were so looking forward to riding his horse. One way he knew how to cheer you up was by letting Grace have her way with music at the garrison. Saturday night came around, and Tommy invited you to join him and your brothers. The patrons of the Garrison were singing loudly while you sat with your brothers. You smiled brightly as Grace came in to serve you all. “Did you want whiskey as well?” she asked.

“No. Just beer,” Tommy replied. You eyed him carefully. That was very out of character for him at this point in his life. Tommy pretty much always wanted Whiskey.   

“Why no whiskey, Tommy? Are you expecting trouble?” Arthur asked.

Tommy didn’t answer his brother. His attention turned to John, who spoke with a snicker in his voice. “Jesus Christ, Tommy, what the hell made you let them sing? They sound like they’re strangling cats out there.”

You stopped paying attention for a minute, getting lost in the sounds of the bar around you. That is until Arthur mentioned your dad. “Fast women and slow horses… will ruin your life.” For a moment, Tommy almost smiled. It was a pleasant thing to see your brothers happy again, but that was quickly ruined by someone pulling up outside. “Coppers?” Arthur asked.

“No,” Tommy answered.

“Is there any man here named Shelby?” A male voice you didn’t recognize called out. His words were followed by silence and then a gunshot. 

You covered your ears and gasped. Tommy shushed you quietly, briefly pulling you into his side. “Sal’right, Y/n.”

“I said, is there any man here named Shelby?” The voice repeated itself in a slightly more irritated tone.

“Stay here, Y/n,” Tommy whispered. He, Arthur, and John got up from the table you all had been sitting at and made their way out of the room. They shut the door behind them, but that didn’t stop you from trying to listen in to everything going on. “Harry, get these men a drink. Everyone else, go home!”  

You heard the noises of the pub clearing out and Grace pouring drinks. Then, you heard Grace set something down on a table, followed by Tommy’s voice: “You go home.”

“But Mr. Fenton said–”

“I said, go home.” You could hear Grace walking away. 

The man’s voice from early cut through the air like a knife, “I’ve never approved of women in pubs, but when they look like that…”

It made you sick to your stomach. He was gross; you could just feel it in your bones. “You said you wanted men called Shelby. You’ve got three of them,” Tommy said.

“I’d never heard of you. Then I did hear of you. Some little Diddicoy razor gang. I thought to myself, ‘So, what?’ But then you fuck me over. So now you have my undivided attention,” he paused, “By the way, which one am I talking to? Who’s the boss?”

“Well, I’m the oldest,” Arthur stated.

The man scoffed. “Clearly.”

“Are you laughing at my brother?” John asked. You knew that tone of voice. It was the tone he used when he was about ready to fight someone. You gulped and prayed that Tommy stepping in would help the situation and not hurt it. 

“Right, he’s the oldest; you’re the thickest. I’m told the boss is called Tommy, and I’m guessing that’s you, ‘cause you’re looking me up and down like I’m a fucking tart,” He spat. 

“I want to know what you want,” Tommy said.

“There were suspicious betting patterns at Kempton Park. A horse called Monaghan Boy. He won by a length twice and then finished last with 3,000 pounds bet on him,” another voice replied. You didn’t recognize this voice either. It sounded softer and kinder than the other new voice in the room. 

“Which one am I talking to? Which one of you is the boss?” Tommy cooly questioned. He was playing with them. Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t feel like that was a smart move, but it was very much something Tommy liked to do. 

You couldn’t help yourself at this point in the conversation; you had to see what was going on out there. You carefully crept over to the door, turned the handle as quietly as you could, and cracked it. “I am Mr. Kimber’s adviser and accountant,” The softer voice, the man seated closer to you, said. 

“And I’m the fucking boss. Okay, right, end of parley. You fixed a race without my permission,” the man you had come to know as Billy Kimber shouted. He was standing now. “You fucking Gypsy scum–”

Without thinking, you swung the door open. “Fixed race or not, how dare you speak to my brothers that way.”

“Y/n–” Tommy tried to silence you. It didn’t work. Kimber’s goons had their guns pointed in your direction, but you tried not to let it bother you. You were a Shelby, after all. This was not the first time a gun had been pulled on you.

 “Now who the fuck is this?” Kimber asked. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes trailed up and down your body, making your skin grow cold. “What did I just say about women in pubs?”

“She’s no one, Mr. Kimber,” Tommy said smoothly. “If we could get back to what we were discussing–” He was trying to remain calm, but you could tell just by the sound of his voice that he was deeply angry with you for stepping out of hiding. 

“Clearly, she’s someone if she’s been spying on our business talk.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you. He moved brashly, reaching out toward you without a second thought. His hand made contact with your bicep. His fingertips were clammy and slick with sweat. He yanked you from your position in the doorway. “Who do you think you are, whore? Speaking to me like that? I am Billy Kimber; I run the races!”

“I don’t care that you run the races. You said you wanted a man named Shelby; well, you’ve got three of them and one woman. You could be King bloody George for all I care. No one disrespects my brothers and gets away with it,” you fired back. There was rage behind your eyes. Unlike the first time you uttered the phrase ‘my brothers,’ Kimber seemed to understand now that you were in some way a Shelby. 

“You know, I thought you were quite pretty like that barmaid from earlier before you opened your big fucking mouth,” Kimber replied through gritted teeth. “It makes sense, though, of course, you’re a Shelby too. Anyone with that much courage and stupidity must be related to Tommy.” This is where things took a turn that you weren’t expecting. Kimber released his grip on your arm and, with all his might, shoved you to the floor. “I refuse to be spoken down to by a woman, especially a Shelby one at that. You filthy bitch.” You tried to catch yourself, but the skin on your hand ended up snagging on a rough piece of the wooden floor. It began to bleed as you lay on your side. Kimber kicked you in the stomach as he said those last three words. He turned his attention back to Tommy. That was when Tommy had enough. “Your whore sister is on my last nerve, and you fixed one of my races, so I’m going to have you shot against a post.”

Kimber turned to leave, but Tommy called after him. You saw Tommy toss something to him, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. “Look at it,” your brother said. “That is my name in it. It’s from the Lee family. You are also at war with the Lees, Mr. Kimber, am I right?” Tommy knew he had Kimber hooked as he walked back toward the conversation. “The Lees are attacking your bookies and taking your money. Your men can’t control them. You need help.”

“Perhaps we should listen to what Mr. Shelby has to say before we make our decisions,” Kimber’s accountant said.  

“Right. The Lees are doing a lot of talking at the fairs. They have a lot of kin. They’re saying the race tracks are easy meat because the police are busy with strikes. Now, we have connections. We know how they operate. You have muscle. Together, we can beat them. Divided, maybe not,” Tommy explained. 

“Mr. Kimber, perhaps we should take some time for reflection, possibly make arrangements for a second meeting,” The accountant continued. 

“Before you knocked my little sister to the ground, I was prepared to say I admired you, Mr. Kimber. You started with nothing and built a legitimate business. It would almost be an honor to work with you, Mr. Kimber,” Tommy finished. You nearly laughed. If your hand didn’t hurt so bad, you might have. 

“Nobody works with me. People work for me,”  Kimber tossed. He pulled a coin out of his pocket and threw it on the floor. It landed a few inches from your face. “Pick it up, pikey.”

You saw John’s feet move, but Tommy hushed him. “Sit… Sit down.”

You made eye contact with Tommy as he picked up the coin. The look on his face was a mixture of worry and anger. You weren’t sure if the anger was directed at you or at Billy Kimber. “It’s for your ceiling.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kimber,” Tommy said politely as Kimber actually left this time.

“We will be at Cheltenham,” was the last thing the accountant said before he made his leave. 

“As will I,” Tommy replied. As soon as the coast was clear, Tommy sprung into action. He made his way around the table and wordlessly helped you up off the floor. 

“Jesus, Y/n. Are you alright?” John asked. 

You nodded. “Aside from a cut on my hand, I think I’m fine.”

Tommy quickly grabbed your hand and began looking over the injury. “John, go to the back of the bar and grab Harry’s first aid kit. I’ll patch up Y/n’s hand,” Tommy’s voice was even and low, but you could still feel the anger radiating off of him.

“I was just keeping our promise, Tommy,” you replied in a hushed tone. You did so almost so you wouldn’t spook a wild animal. 

It was years ago now, but you still remember it like it was yesterday—the day the boys were all drafted for the war. You were young then, barely 11 or 12, when the drafting officer came. You didn’t understand why they were taking all your brothers away from you, but it was breaking your heart. Your brothers were packing their things, and the officer was waiting in the doorway for them. “You can’t take all three,” you cried, “I won’t let you.”

The officer had a little bit of a heart and could see how much yours was breaking. “It’s not my choice, love. Your brothers have to fight for the king. Those are the rules. If I could, I would leave your family alone, trust me.” You didn’t know if he was saying that because he felt sorry for you or if it was because you were the Shelby clan. It didn’t really matter to you. John, Tommy, and Arthur were all being taken away from you for an unknown amount of time. You heard your brothers coming toward the doorway, and you used your body to block the way. 

You could see the sadness in Tommy’s eyes as he looked at you, “Y/n, we have to go.”

“But you can’t! What am I going to do without you here?”

“Aunt Pol is going to take great care of you; you always loved visiting her house,” Arthur chimed in. Tears began streaming down your face. You couldn’t hold them back any longer. 

“Now you’ve done it, Arthur, she’s cryin’,” John harped. 

“How was I supposed to know that’d make her cry?” He fired back.

“Hush it, the both of you,” Tommy said. He looked at his brothers briefly before focusing his attention on you. “We have to go, Y/n. We have to go fight for our country, but I promise you. We will come back. We will be a family again, but I need you to be strong for me, alright?” You nodded. “Thank you for standing up for us, but now it’s time for us to go.”

“I promise that I’ll keep standing up for you anytime you need it,” you said. You still had tears rolling down your face, but you stuck your pinkie out in front of you. 

Tommy knew what it meant without you saying anything, and he tossed you a soft smile as he gave you his pinkie. “And I will always look out for you.” Your fingers crossed, and you felt slightly better about the situation ahead. You still didn’t want your brothers to go, but at least they were promising to come back. 

Aunt Pol emerged from the depths of the house, followed by Ada. They both looked at you with sad expressions. “C’mon, Y/n, let the boys go,” Aunt Pol said. You looked up; you still weren’t ready for them to leave. 

“I don’t want them to go,” you said. 

Aunt Pol let out a long sigh and scooped you up from the doorway. You tried to worm your way out of her arms, but it was no use. She wasn’t going to let you go until the boys were long gone. 

“So you picked a fight with the Lees on purpose,” Arthur scolded, pulling you from your thoughts. “Tommy, we can’t mess with Billy fucking Kimber. Look what he did to our bloody sister.”

“Get yourself a decent haircut, man. We’re going to the races,” Tommy replied, taking a swig of the drink that Grace had originally poured for him. “And Y/n?”

“Yeah Tommy?”

“Next time we see Billy Kimber, you let me do all the talking, yeah?”

You smiled softly. “Not a chance in the world.”

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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Broken Glass

Polly Gray x F!Reader

WARNING : FULL ON SMUT 🚨🚨, Cunnilingus, Bloodplay (ig?)

Synopsis : Polly hasn't been the same since her return from jail, and you're getting a bit worried

Note: I'm not familiar with WLW sex or romance so forgive me if this is cringe or disrespectful

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GRAMMAR BAD, DON’T EAT ME!

You’ve known the Shelby’s for as long as you remember, you used to live next door and play with the boys when you were young. They were kind to you and in turn you gave them your loyalty, helping however you can to uplift them. Oftentimes that means taking care of the house side by side with Polly. As a child you admired her, she was strong and clever even while dealing with men twice her size while also managing to be caring in her own way. The matters of the heart was her expertise and you were always in awe of how she would handle her nephews. Her beauty was no match either: enchanting dark eyes on a face that could only be described as angelic framed by her curly brown hair like that warm cloud on a summer day. 

Overtime, this feeling of admiration turned into something more, something that you feel ashamed of admitting to yourself. You had thought it was a feeling every child has for their mom, a familial feeling. However you catch yourself leering more onto her figure, the curve of her back, her cold shoulders, and her moisten red lips. At times like this you would hurry and excuse yourself to the washroom. You tried to repress it,to not act on it, avoiding her glance and presence but your desire always got the better of you as you confined yourself to your bedroom. 

When Tommy bought a house for Polly, you moved in with her and her maid. You still did chores for her but still felt guilty every time you were in the same room with her. 

When her estranged son reunited with her it further complicated things. 

Michael was nice, decades of being separated from his family really made him stand out from the rest of the Shelbys but you can tell that the blood is still in there and it's only a matter of time till he finally emerges from his cocoon. You sense that Polly wants to prevent it from happening so you try your best to recreate the homely environment that he grew up in;  cooking his favorite food, decorating the house with familiar flowers and try to talk to him with topics not involving the Peaky Blinders. It never worked though. His ambitions are big and only grow bigger as the Shelby brother taunts and teases the lad until he bursts. You were mad ofcourse, all your hard work wasted  and you made sure the boys at least got the message with your passive aggressiveness around the office. 

When the police burst in to take the family away, you were in the room with them but you weren’t detained. Despite all the time you dirty your hands for them, your crimes were never concrete to land you in the cell but you still fight their fists . Clawing their faces trying to get Polly out of their  hands, shouting, like a rabid dog, and cursing Tommy as they pulled you all out of the Arrow House.

Polly was never the same when she returned. She started having visions, using drugs you never saw her touch before, and not eating when she needed to. She was deteriorating in front of your very eyes and it pained you to see her in this even more as you couldn’t be with her in her lowest moments. The fire in her eyes faded, only to be left a husk in a tired body.  Nevertheless , you tried your hardest to get her back to normalcy. Whatever normalcy there was to begin with.

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..

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*Smash* 

A loud sound of glass shattering echoes through the room. You rushed into the source of the sound to find Polly standing aimlessly next to a shattered crystal vase you both bought a couple of months ago. The shattered glass scattered everywhere on every corner of the room

“POLLY” you rush into her side, realizing she wasn’t wearing any foot wear. You hoisted her up on top of the coffee table away from the shattered glass, she was light, it hurt your heart that she wasn’t eating properly. When you examine her you find that her knees and the underside of her food are bleeding. 

“Fuck Polly! You're bleeding! Wait here, I’ll clean it for you” she stayed silent only looking at the empty wall as if she wasn’t even in the room. 

Grabbing the first aid kit as well as a water basin you kneel in front of her and start  cleaning her wounds. You started with her foot making sure to gently remove the piece of glass before wiping it off with a towel. Again, she stayed silent as you do so. 

“I’m going to hike up your dress Polly, are you alright with that?” again she didn’t say anything but you took it as a sign to continue. You hike up her dark floral dress, you always compliment her in, exposing her pale smooth legs. The crimson trail of blood on top of her pale white skin was mesmerizing to you that you had the urge to lick it off. You stopped yourself bringing yourself to reality as you started to drag the wet  towel to clean her leg, stopping at the source of bleeding. 

“Polly I’m going to take the glass off your knee o..” you stopped yourself as you looked up at her finding those dark eyes looking back at you. A chill ran down your spine, those eyes were devoid of any warmth, it was like a predator looking into her prey and you never felt smaller in your life. 

“Who are you?” the first thing she says in days to you is asking your identity which puzzled you 

“What are you talking about Polly? I’m Y/N who else?” your body ran cold in panic and it shows in your face

Suddenly, her hands went to grab your face, her grip was so strong that her nails pierce through your skin until it started to bleed a little. 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your change in behavior, little bird. You’ve become distant and cozying up to my son! Who are you working for?” her grip strength, you're afraid but somehow also warm. 

“Polly it’s not what it looks like” your hand grip her wrists trying to lead her to stop but never trying to pry it away from your face 

“I’m not trying to take Michael away from you, I’m not working for anybody but you” you plead, trying to appease her like a prey asking sympathy from their predator. Truthfully you’re in Tommy’s payroll and your contract is written in the name of Shelby Company Ltd. but you know in your heart that you work for her, Polly Gray

“Then what of those needy sobs and moans I can hear through the walls.Who have you been fucking?” 

Your face turned red, she can hear you, she can hear your pathetic wailing through the walls. A mixture of hot and cold run through your body, you feel dizzy as she continues to drain blood from your face. 

“No! Noone Polly! I haven’t shared a bed with anyone. Please believe me” 

“Then who were you calling muffled in your pillow?”  

You stayed silent for a while, you really are going to pass out , when you didn’t answer she tightened her grip again. Your mind races trying to find any excuse to ease her suspicions of your habit but nothing comes up. 

“WHO!?” she asks one more time 

“YOU! I WAS CALLING FOR YOU! OKAY!!!”  

…

FUCK! It’s over, you’ve disgusted her and she will soon kick you out of the house.How will she live with women who she now knows has been lusting over her for years? 

She loosen her grips on you as you sat on the cold floor, instinctively tightening your thighs together. You look up to see her eyes wide looking at you in disbelief and all you could do is hide your face from her. 

You were about to cry before her hands grabbed ahold of your chin to guide you towards her face.  

“Prove it”  

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It took you a couple of minutes to possess what you just heard, dumbfounded. You feel like your eyes are about to pop out of your skull looking at her. 

“Did you hear what I said, little bird? I said prove it” she said once again as she rubbed your bleeding cheek. It's like the small part of old Polly came back to you and you’re afraid she might disappear if you didn’t hang on to her tight. 

Your hands roam over her bleeding leg as you give in to your disgusting desire to kiss and lick her bleeding knee. The taste of bitter iron coats your taste buds as you look at her again to see a twinkle in her eyes. 

“Polly” your cheek squished with her thighs looking needy as her foot makes contact with your crotch massaging your already sensitive clit under your skirt. 

You can feel your face heat up as if it was going to burst at any second now, biting your lip trying to contain your pathetic whimpers from her. 

“What’s wrong little bird? Why are you holding your voice now?” she seems to be enjoying your misery which you can’t help but find hot if not feeling extremely embarrassed. 

“I need to taste more of you Polly. Will you let me? Please!” 

She said nothing, a blank expression still on her face as she revealed more of her leg as well as her already dampened panties. You curse yourself feeling as if you have finally reached the oasis after years and years of crawling in the accursed desert. 

You look at her again, high above you like a deity you’ve longed for for years has finally come down to relieve your thirst. Her perfect body towers over yours, imposing you with her pressene, her expression remains blank but you could feel her eyes degrading your pathetic self as she nods, giving you permission to taste her. 

Every inch of your body pounds as you come closer to her the smell of her sweet musk fogs your mind increasing your desire. Pulling aside her panties to get a better look her essence drips down to the wooden table as you look mesmerized, never in your living years would you even think of getting this close to her and it makes you even more excited. 

Like the world was in slow motion you lap your tongue on her pussy from the bottom to her clit, making sure to suck in her cyprine.You couldn’t understand the taste, it's bitter, sour and sweet at the same time but one thing you do know is that you are now addicted to the taste and want more of it. 

Like it has a mind of its own , your hand  beckons one of her supple leg to rest against your shoulders as you continue to suck and slurp on her pussy. Ravenous and thirsty, your only thought is to have her taste embedded on your tongue. 

Her hands run over your head, petting your luscious hair, gaining your attention. Looking up at her, you can see her face contorting ; eyebrows crease together, face flushed and you could feel her heartbeat fasten, you couldn’t help but wonder what she’s thinking or if she feels good. You want to make her feel good, to take care of her like how she used to take care of you. You want her to call your name.

Your sucking mouth went deeper into her, your tongue probing further into her hot warm cunt, making sure to explore every inch of her as you can as well as sucking more of her. Your face couldn’t get any hotter, you can hear the beating of your heart together with hers creating a rhythm.

Muffled moans could be heard on top of you as Polly’s fingers against your hair began to curl, gripping your hair. Your tongue moves to her sensitive clit, playing it with your tongue in away you know too much to admit. Your two fingers wriggles into her warm pussy,further inside her, rolling them against her walls as your other hand roll on your own needy one. 

“Y/n!” she called out to you and it felt like an explosion inside of you, her hips started to grind on your fingers reciprocating your actions. 

When you looked up once more, her face was desperate and needy like you have never seen her before. It feels like at this moment she needs you to bring her back to the ground just as you need her to cum in your mouth. 

“I’m close” you can hear her say in between her labored breaths. 

Your movement becomes erratic, your fingers move in and out of her as fast as you can and  your tongue to continue to roll and suck on her clit.You can feel her thighs begin to shake on your cheek as her moans become louder along with her grinds on your mouth, until she finally cums along with you. 

It felt like a weight was lifted from your body and are now flying to cloud nine. The whole room was filled with sounds of heavy breathing from both of you in the cold air of the morning hour except both of you are as hot from the little exercise.

Kissing her thighs again you call her name like morning prayer then licking back the leaking cyprine from her still sensitive pussy. 

“Fuck stop y/n! I’m still sensitive” she brings back your face towards her. For the first time in a while you were able to see the warm brown eyes you loved, Polly was here and you couldn’t help but cry. 

“What’s wrong my bird? Why are you crying?” she says as she cups your cheek while wiping your saliva and her cum. 

“Nothing don’t worry about it” you pick yourself up to kneel closer to her eyes still on her warm brown eyes 

“I love yo..” before you can finish she brings you in to kiss your lips.

It took you by surprise, but you leaned in deepening the kiss as you felt your heart start to slow down in the comfort of the moment. You envelop her hips with your arms as you too begin to kiss more with your tongue, wanting to start round two.

Sounds of footsteps and chime of keys broke your steamy moment. Michael’s home, you forgot he even lives with you for a second. 

“Come on, let's continue this in my room” Polly pulls you up and leads you to her room. 

“Wait! What about the broken glass? We haven’t cleaned it” 

“Let him clean it this time. We’ve had to deal with his shit all this time, it’s time he deals with ours” 

[heartofgoldimagines]

Distant Memories -(John Shelby x Reader) Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: I don’t not own any GIFs, picture or dividers that I use!

IMPORTANT: This is my first Peaky Blinders imagine, please be kind and provide feedback if you would like. I am from the US and the language may not be correct or historically accurate. If I make more parts the story will not be not be the same as the shows, changes will be made. Please let me know I what you think and if you want more parts. Thank you!

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Taking a sip of coffee you look through the London paper as soft music plays in the background. You’ve become quite comfortable at your older half sister Evelyn’s home. You’ve been living here for about a year trying to make up for years of missed time. You smile at Evelyn and her husband Albert play fighting as they cook breakfast.

Your smile fades a bit as you think back to the time you spent with the Shelby’s in the kitchen. Well Aunt Pol and Ada, the boys were only there to taste test or steal food. Although, there were many times you and John would have long conversations late at night or while you cooked.

“Y/N are you sure about returning to Birmingham?” Evelyn asks breaking you from your thoughts.

“Yes I am.”

“But there is so much more opportunity here for you here in London.” Evelyn places a stack of pancakes and eggs in the middle of the table.

“I know there is, but I miss Birmingham.”

She smiles at you, “You mean you miss John Shelby.”

You roll your eyes, “I miss ALL the Shelby’s.”

Albert laughs at you two, “Well either way you know you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it, but I plan on leaving next week.”

Your 7 year old niece and 5 year old nephew come rushing downstairs, “We don’t want you to leave!”

Your nephew Lawrence takes a seat on your lap, “Aunt Y/N I’m going to miss you.”

Planting a kiss on his forehead you say, “I’m going to miss you guys too, but you can come visit me.

Abigail’s lights up and smiles, “That would be great!”

“Abby be a dear and got fetch the mail, before we eat.” Evelyn says.

“Yes mother.”

Abigail races out the door as you get up to help set the table. Everyone is at the dining table waiting to eat when Abigail returns. She waves a letter in front of your face, “ Aunt Y/N you got a letter.”

You look at the envelope to see that it’s from Tommy; which worries you because Aunt Pol and Ada are the only ones that write. Quickly opening the letter you feel your heart sink the more you read. A tear trickles down your face and Lawrence asks, “What’s wrong?”

You don’t answer him and Evelyn glances over at her husband. Albert says, “Children why don’t we eat outside in the garden.”

Neither child object and hastily take their plates to the garden. Evelyn takes a seat closer to you and gestures to the letter still in your hand. She takes the letter and she verbally gasps, “John is getting married? He can’t be getting married!”

You stay silent, frozen in complete shock trying to not burst into tears. She looks at you for a few seconds in disbelief that you haven’t said anything. She grabs your hand, “Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Will you say something!” She raises her voice.

You rapidly blink as if you were broken from a trance and stand up from the table. You say in a lower voice, “Well it looks like I’ll be leaving for Birmingham tonight.”

You swiftly walk upstairs and she follows asking, “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get the first train to Birmingham,” You grab your luggage sitting it on the bed, “I’ll have to stop at the shop for a wedding gift on the way.”

Evelyn grabs ahold of the blouse you’re about to pack, “Get a wedding gift?! You’re not actually going to just sit by and let this happen?”

You jerk the blouse from her hand and place it in your luggage, “I have no other choice, you read Tommy’s letter, this wedding needs to happen.”

“So Tommy’s word is law!” She yells at you.

“Evie you don’t understand, things are different in Birmingham than London! This marriage, this alliance needs to happen or it will be war!” You yell back.

All the sudden you see your niece and nephew in the doorway, you must’ve not heard their footsteps over the yelling. Abbigail asks scared, “Why are you guys yelling?”

Albert appears behind them, “Sorry they ran inside before I could stop them.”

You kneel down grabbing each of their hands, “It’s nothing sweethearts, your mother and I are just a little upset because it appears that I have to leave tonight for Birmingham.”

“No!” They say in unison as they hug you.

“It’s okay, like I said you can always come visit me” You give their hands a tiny squeeze, before beginning to pack once more.

Stepping off the train you’re overwhelmed with memories that come flooding back with familiar sights and smells of Birmingham. You start walking towards Watery Lane as your hands begin to burn from carrying your heavy luggage. Luckily you make it rather quickly to the Shelby home before your hands give out. You lightly knock and wait a few seconds, but there is no answer.

You slowly turn the doorknob to enter and be met with silence; which is odd for the Shelby home. Sitting your luggage down you slowly walk around the house and betting shop with a smile. You really have missed this place as crazy as it is you’re happy to back home. Quickly you realize that everyone is at the wedding and you’re going to be late.

As you suspected you missed the wedding ceremony, but a part of you was thankful for this. It would be too difficult for you to see John once again get married, it was hard enough the first time. Your hand tightly grasps your wedding gift bag as you swiftly walk onto the Lee’s family property. Your heart rate races as you hear the commotion of the wedding reception. The closer you get you see people singing, dancing, and drinking. You try to find the Shelby family and Polly is the first one to spot you.

Your heart soars as she smiles and brings you in for a huge embrace, “Oh there’s my lovely Y/N.”

You hug her tightly back, realizing how much you’ve missed her. You see her as a mother figure; she has raised you since you were six years old, “It’s so good to see you Aunt Pol.”

She pulls away keeping a grasp on your shoulders, “How are you?”

Forcing a weak excuse for a smile as you say reluctantly, “I’m fine.”

She raises her eyebrows seeing through your facade as she wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to the party. “Will talk about it later sweetheart, I know the others will want to see you.”

You smile as you step closer and see Ada dancing in the crowd of people. Although you come to a halt as you feel your heart sinks, smile fades, and tears begin to form as you see John sitting at a table with his new wife, Esme. Polly gently squeezes your shoulder trying to provide comfort. She whispers, “Fix your smile honey.”

Quickly you smile once more and blink your eyes several times to keep from crying. You continue to look at John with a huge smile on his face; he hasn’t noticed you yet. You whisper, “Aunt Pol I can’t do this.”

She pulls you along towards a table with Arthur and Tommy, “Yes you can, be strong.”

Your attention is drawn from Polly once you hear Arthur’s deep booming voice, “Fucking hell, is that Y/N!”

Several people stop what they’re doing and look at Arthur, including John. He is so shocked to see you, especially today of all days that it brings him to his feet. Although, you don’t notice this due to your attention now being focused on his brother. Your smile becomes genuine as Arthur approaches, bringing you into an extremely tight hug, “When did you get here?”

You say through struggled breaths, “Just. Now.”

Tommy walks up behind him, “Arthur you’re squeezing the life out of her.”

You take a deep breath in as he lets go, but before you can take a second breath Ada hugs you. “It’s so good to see you Y/N.”

John makes his way over to you with Esme’s arm wrapped around his. You take a deep breath preparing yourself for an awkward encounter. John is the first to speak, “Hello Y/N.”

“Hello John.” Silence.

Esme nudges him, “Oh Y/N this is Esme��my wife, Esme this Y/N she is uh..a family friend.”

Esme says slurring her words, “I-i-I-it’s very n-n-nice to meet you.”

You force a smile back handing her the gift, “It nice two meet you too, congratulations.” You bite the side of you lip as everyone is quiet once more.

Tommy breaks the silence, “Well we have plenty of time to catch up, this is a party after all. ”

Ada’s smile grows larger as she grabs your hand swinging you towards the dance floor. For the majority of the night you were on the dance floor trying to focus on something else. You didn’t get a chance to relax much because every time you sat down someone would ask you to dance. At times you would look towards John to see him with his arms crossed and jaw clenched. You could tell that he was seething with jealousy every time a man would get too close to you.

Esme is unaware of the glances exchanged throughout the night due to continuing to drink and becoming intoxicated. By the end of the night, John had to carry a passed out Esme to the car. The more you thought about it the you became envious of Esme’s current state. It would have been a lot easier to get through the night drunk, but unfortunately you don’t drink.

You walk into the Shelby home followed by Polly, Tommy, and Arthur. Polly takes off her coat and hat, “Y/N you can take Ada’s old room.”

You take a seat on the living room couch, “Thanks Aunt Pol.”

Polly helps a wobbly Arthur up the stairs, as Tommy sits down in the chair across from you. “You know Y/N it is good to have you home.”

You slightly laugh, “Tommy we both know you were never fond of small talk, what is it really that you wanting to talk about?”

“I just want to make sure that you understood from my letter how important this alliance is to this family.”

His statement causes your brows to furrow, “Of course I do, for gods sakes Finn was almost killed. Why wouldn’t I understand?”

He leans towards you, “Well it’s no secret how you and John feel about each other. Now if there was another way-.”

“Feelings shouldn’t get in the way of matters such as this, you and John are just trying to protect your family I understand. We don’t have to talk about this.” You turn away from Tommy feeling tears start to form and a sniffle slip out.

You hear Tommy stand up and walk towards the stairs, “You’re apart of this family.”

You look at him with a smile as tears continue to fall, “Thanks Tommy.”

Tommy makes his way upstairs and you hear the front door open to see John walk in. You stand up to face away from him trying wipe your tears away the best you can. Although it’s no use because your eyes, nose and cheeks already have a pink hue to them. You say through sniffles, “What are you doing here John?”

His takes his hat and coat off, “I’ve come to talk to you.”

You turn and cross your arms trying to calm your nerves, “Shouldn’t you be with Esme, I mean……it’s your wedding night.” You feel a lump in your throat as you struggle to say the last part.

“Uh she drank a little too much and passed out as soon as I got her home.” He moves closer to you.

Both of you just look at each other for a few seconds, before he breaks the silence by turning on the phonograph. “You know I never did get a chance to dance with you at the party.”

He steps closer to you holding out his left hand. You bite the corner of your lip, “I don’t know if thats a good idea.”

He smiles, “Just one dance?”

You reluctantly take his hand and move closer to wrap your left hand around his neck. He puts his right hand on your side as he says, “I didn’t realize that you were going to be there today.

“For a second I didn’t think I would be.”

Your heart continues to race as you feel his thumb tracing circles on your side. He doesn’t brake eye contact with you, “How are you doing?”

You look down, “It doesn’t matter how I feel, what’s done is done.”

He tilts his head trying to regain eye contact with you, “It matters to me. I need you to know that I didn’t have a choice, I had to go through with the marriage.”

You lift your head up, and his face is inches away from yours. “I know John.”

You’re taken back by the closeness, but he doesn’t seem fazed. “I wish I could change this.”

You shake your head, “There no use in wishing for something that we can’t have.”

John and you dance in silence for about a minute, just enjoying each other’s company. He twirls you away from him and back as he says, “Do you remember when we would dance like this when we were kids?”

Your smile widens, “How could I forget? You always stepped on my toes.”

He laughs, “That didn’t keep you from always following me around though, it use to annoy the hell out of me. You and Ada would be close behind me wherever I went.”

“You would always yelled at us, but every time you would give in and bring us along. Eventually I got older and stopped.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “Yeah but then I started chasing after you.”

You stay silent as he lets out a deep sigh, “I’ve missed this……I’ve missed you.”

His nose brushes up against yours as his lips get closer and closer. You two stop dancing as he lets go of your hand to loop it around your waist as you lock yours around his neck. You close your eyes struggling to keep your breathe steady. His lips gently graze against yours making your heart ache to kiss him. “John don’t……don’t do this. You shouldn’t…..even be here.”

He lightly squeezes your side, “I want to be here, I know you want me here.”

You open your eyes as you slide your hands to his chest and move your head away from him, “Just because we want something doesn’t mean it will happen”

He takes a deep breath, his cheeks and eyes become light pink. You whisper, “John go home and be with your wife.”

He doesn’t budge and continues to stare at you intensely. You grab his hands and release yourself from his grasp. Closing your eyes you mutter, “Please just go.”

Your eyes stay closed to feel his lips press against your forehead. His lip lingers there as you fight the feeling of wanting to reciprocate his affection. “Goodnight Y/N.”

You refuse to open your eyes as he backs away, not wanting to see him walk out the door. You hear the door open and shut, but even then your eyes stay closed. A few seconds pass before you open your eyes to see your all alone.

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways 💛🌻✨

pairings: Thomas Shelby x reader, Arthur Shelby x reader (platonic), John Shelby x reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: cursing

a/n: this came out more like a one shot, tbh, but I really liked writing this piece so I got carried away!

feedbacks are always appreciated!

There wasn't any other place like Small Heath. That little yet full of life suburb in Birmingham had something that enthralled you and made you go back each time you were able to get some time off from your job as a writer.

Something. Or rather, someone.

That someone being none other than the second-born of Polly Gray's nephews. Thomas Shelby. You could say that he played a great role in your life; a central role, even.

You fiddled with the ring that you wore on your left hand's index finger and took a deep breath before walking into the Garrison pub. It was nightfall, and the place wasn't as crowded as you remembered it to be.

“May I— oh, Y/n! Didn't recognize ya for a moment!” Henry, the pub's owner, exclaimed, as you stepped closer to the counter. You smiled at the familiar face, then, before you could even formulate the question, the auburn-haired man pointed to the private room that was usually reserved for the Peaky Blinders “They're having a meeting. I suggest you wait here, but I doubt they'll shoo you away”.

You muttered a 'thanks', smiling once again before turning to the door that led to the aforementioned room. You knocked twice, then paused and knocked three times more.

There was a distinguishable chattering coming from the inside, and more than one of the Shelby brothers cursed in annoyance. After a few moments someone asserted that you could come in, and you did so almost immediately.

Fuck. If you'd been able to say that word out loud, you definitely would've.

The first thing you set your eyes on was the bottle of Gin that was on the table, along with a few glasses and cigarettes.

“Y/n.” those words made you raise your head in order to meet the man's eyes. It was Thomas himself who'd spoken, whereas his brothers were speechless. “Thomas.” you responded “Arthur. John. It's a pleasure to see you again”.

Silence reigned in the room, and you fiddled with your ring once again. You were starting to regret going back to Small Heath— maybe, you thought, you could go to Galway instead and find new sources of inspiration there.

“Uhm... I'm writing a new novel” you began “Yeah. That's why I'm here”.

“You're lying” John pointed out, smirking “We all know why you're here, Mrs. Shelby.” “ You and Tommy have some unfinished business, eh?” added Arthur, who was promptly invited to fuck off by his younger brother.

After a few interminable moments of silence, John turned to Thomas and not-so-discreetly asked him whether he and Arthur had to leave the two of you alone. Thomas nodded, and soon after it was only the two of you inside the room. You sat down in front of him, and he softly smiled when he realized that the ring you were wearing was the one he'd gifted you many years prior.

“Mrs. Y/n Shelby... that sounds nice, eh?” Thomas observed, while lighting a cigarette. You nodded in response, and he kept on talking “We should have made the leap, a long time ago”

“Yes, we should've” you replied “But we were too young, Tom. The war— it has changed the both of us. Me, after the serving in the Red Cross. You, after the battle of the Somme. We couldn't take such an important decision when we were about to be sent off to God knows where and didn't know whether we would have come back alive or in a casket”

Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke before he spoke.

“Well, now that we're back... What do you say we continue from where we left off?”

[crowleying]

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#5

Tommy's Smile | m! reader

Date: 06.10.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 2.120

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Harry Fenton

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, mention of war, mention of injury (nothing descriptive)

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Polly knows you and Tommy have been in love with each other for years, so she decides to take matters into her hands.

A/N: It's my first time writing for Peaky Blinders and with a male reader. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a gif of Tommy Shelby smiling. End ID]

After the war, everything had changed. The men that had come back weren't the ones that had left. They were haunted by nightmares; they drank a lot more and smiled a lot less, especially Tommy. He used to smile all the times, so bright every room would light up. Now, however, he rarely ever did. At first, Polly had even thought he wasn't smiling at all, but then she started noticing. The first time it happened was just after she had scolded him in his office. As she was leaving, you walked in and greeted her. She had almost missed the childish, amused smiles you and his nephew had exchanged then, so similar to those you used to share back when you were fifteen and you had managed to do something mischievous. From then on, she kept a close eye on the two of you, but you were too lost in each other to notice.

You had grown together. You would always play together and were joined at the hip since you were little kids. You were like a son to Polly. She and your mother used to joke about the fact that if they called one of you, both of you would appear. Polly was convinced you were two bodies sharing one soul. She was sure of it when you started to fall for each other without even knowing. You were young back then, and she thought you would have time to get your shit together and admit your love to the other, so she didn't say anything.

When Tommy announced his intention to volunteer for the war, she had looked at you, expecting you to join him, and you were already standing, looking at Tommy.

"I'm coming too," you had said, when what you really wanted to say was "I'm coming with you, I'll follow you anywhere, Tommy." The two of you had been so lost in each other's eyes that Polly was sure you didn't even hear when John and Arthur said they would come too. She had prayed for all of you that night and every night and day until the day you came back.

The day you had left, while the women and little Finn hugged the Shelby brothers, Polly had taken you to the side at the train station to ask you to take care of Tommy, and taking care of him you did.

In France, you didn't let anyone come between you. A month in and every officer knew you two weren't to be separated. You would make sure Tommy was eating and would share cigarette after cigarette with him when he couldn't sleep. You still gave him reasons to smile. And you saved his life.

You were shoving him out of the way before even realizing what was happening. You didn't die that day in Tommy's arms, but it did change your life. As you were hit by the bullet aimed at Tommy, he was hit with the realization that life was too short to spend the entirety of it trying to ignore his feelings for you.

He didn't listen to any of the people who told him he couldn't stay by your side the whole time you spent in the hospital. He was finally left alone when John and Arthur convinced one of the officers that he would be of no use on the field if you weren't there by his side.

When you woke up in the middle of the night after the surgery, Tommy was there. And hidden by the dark, he kissed you for the first time.

Keeping your relationship hidden when living in such close quarters with so many people hadn't been easy. Coming home had meant you could finally kiss and hug and fuck. Nobody knew about your relationship, but you didn't mind and you understood why Tommy didn't want anyone to know. You respected that but dreaded the day people would start to get suspicious and he would have to marry some girl to avoid the rumours.

You had no idea someone suspected of your relationship, but Polly noticed it all: smiles, fleeting touches, glances, winks. She never thought she would see his nephew wink or you blush like that. You were Tommy's smile. You clearly made him happy. So she was having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her nephew had yet to make a move on you. It seemed like her intervention was needed.

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255 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#4

If Foggy Nelson has 10,000 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 1000 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 100 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 10 fans, I am one of them. If Foggy Nelson has 1 fan, I am that fan. If he has 0 fans, I am dead.

285 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#3

This man, who has been teaching about science and nature in Italian television for decades and has been an institution for us, has died today and I can't tell you how sad I am about it.

286 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#2

Foggy telling Karen Matt has a drinking problem to cover up for his superhero night job has the same vibes as Gaius telling Arthur Merlin is in the tavern to cover up for his magic, and I love it.

504 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Izzy: Welcome to the “Fuck Stede Club” where we say fuck you to Stede Fucking Bonnet

Calico Jack: Before we start, does our newest member want to say anything?

Ed: I... uhm... may have misunderstood the purpose of this club.

1,939 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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[zodiyack]

One Of Us

Requested by anon: Hi ��� could you do a peaky blinders x brother reader where the brother feels left out and goes and does something stupid and the others have to save him but it ends with fluff?? I love your writing so much btw 💙💙

Pairing: Shelby Family & Gray Family + Brother!/Cousin!Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, (slight?)angst, fluff, me not proof-reading

Words: 1,937

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @simonsbluee​, @peakysputain​, @fandom-puff​, @darling-i-read-it​

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“Y/n- Y/n- Y/n! I don’t see why you have to do this-” Polly pleaded, attempting to block the door and prevent her nephew from leaving.

“Aunt Pol...They never include me. Think I’m not man enough probably, but I’ll prove them wrong.” He held his aunt’s hands. “I’m old enough. Man enough. I’m gonna show my big brothers that I can do it. I promise, I’ll be safe.”

“B-but... Tommy’ll kill me if I let you go. I would kill me if I let you go,” she chuckled, “I can’t just...”

“You’re right.” Y/n hugged his aunt before picking her up and turning around so she was on the opposite side of him and the door. “You can’t. But I can. Goodbye Pol.”

Only three hours ago Y/n and Polly were at the front door. Two hours ago, the boys returned. One hour ago, Tommy had found out. And now, they were discussing what to do or where Y/n even went.

“For fuck’s sake, Pol! All you had to do was watch him!”

Polly’s face, red with tears, showed a newfound rage. “You are not my parent, Thomas! I am your elder, I am your Aunt. Yes, I was supposed to watch him, but you- You will never boss me around like that. Especially when your brother is fucking missing.”

“How would you know if he’s missing or not.”

“Because. He told me that he was going to prove that he was man enough...whatever that means. Anyways, I happen to know that what he said indicates that he’s putting himself in danger.”

Tommy drank straight from the bottle in his hands, eyes wide as they scanned the room. He tried to focus on something else, to get drunk and distracted, but as much as he denied it; his aunt was right. “Get John and Ar-”

She slapped him, earning a bewildered look from her nephew. “I said not to tell me what to do.”

“Go. Get. John. And. Arthur.” Tom groaned and rested his face in his hands, “Trust me, you’re going to want to listen to me, Pol.” He didn’t even have to look up to know that she’d left the room; the door slamming shut and her heels clacking against the floor until they faded out.

The two brothers he’d instructed his aunt to get rushed into the room within about five minutes, panting for breath after running throughout Tommy’s home. He explained the situation to them, “So for whatever reason, our little brother had decided to do something. As for what he’s done... I haven’t a clue.”

“Maybe he went to a bar?”

“Polly said his last words to her before he left had something to do with ‘proving he was man enough.’”

“Man enough?” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You reckon he went to go 'become a man’?” John cackled, elbowing his oldest brother and wiggling his brows. Tommy rolled his eyes as he walked over and flicked his younger brother in the ear. “Ouch! Fuck off, Tom!”

“Our younger brother’s sex-life is nothing of our business, and I highly doubt he’d do something like that to prove a point to us...” Tommy walked back to his chair and sat back down. He rested an elbow on his desk and his face upon his fist, thinking.

But that was it.

“Wait...”

“What is it Tommy?” Arthur and John were pulled from their own trances of thought with eagerness to hear what Thomas had to say.

“That’s it.” He stood up. “He wouldn’t do something like that to prove a point to us, but he’d do some other stuff...we just have to think like him.”

John’s head turned to Arthur, the older brother’s actions following his younger’s, as their eyes bulged with realization. “Remember that one time?” John started, catching both his brother’s attention. “At Ada’s party? Y/n was being pushed around by some of Ada’s friends, as well as Ada, so he ran off and hid?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he was pulled into the memory, “We all teamed up and thought about the last time he’d hidden and how he strategized.”

“And then we found him, in mother’s closet, huddled in a ball.” Tommy finished, a small smile gracing his features while he reminisced. “He always finds something comfortable and safe in his own opinion. And if he wants to prove something to us, he’ll stay in his comfort zone but step out of ours.”

The three of them held the silence, feeling lost in the childhood euphoria before Ada spoke up from the doorway, startling her brothers slightly. “Richmond.”

“What?”

“One of the people we’re going against with race bets. Felix Richmond. I remember Y/n telling me how, and I quote, ‘fucking stupid Richmond is if he thinks he can go against the Shelbys.’ Then he told me he could take on the man. I thought he was kidding but...“

Polly scoffed as she approached the door, stealing the cigarette from her niece’s fingers and placing it between her own lips. “You’ve got to teach that boy that we are not indestructible.”

“Nah, he’s right.”

“Right,” Ada snatched her cigarette back, ignoring the glare she received from her aunt, “and probably dead.”

“Key word, little sister. Probably.” Arthur winked teasingly as he shrugged his coat on, the other two Shelby brother’s doing the same. 

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“To rescue our idiot of a little brother.” Thomas walked to his aunt and grabbed her shoulders. “I promise you, aunt Pol, I’ll come back with him.”

“You better.”

They walked into the mansion, guided by two men with very large and very threatening guns. John couldn’t keep his hands to himself as he followed behind, resulting in him getting nudged by the end of one of the guns.

“Tommy! Arthur! John! My least favorite Shelbys! How are you? Wait- no, don’t answer that. Let me skip the crap, alright?” Felix cleared his throat, “Why the fuck are you here?”

“Our little brother. Really dumb, impulsive...young but acts even younger.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, younger. Like a spoiled two year old bastard.”

“Ah!” Richmond cackled loudly, holding his stomach. “So all you Shelby boys?”

Almost as if he knew it would happen, Tommy’s arm came up, blocking Arthur from moving forward as a reaction to Richmond’s teasing. “He’s just trying to get to us, Arthur.”

“Well he’s doing a damn good job at it. Where’s our brother, you fucking bastard?”

“That wasn’t very nice.” His eyes moved to Thomas. “Tommy, do me a favor and get your ugly mutt to sit down and shut the hell up.”

Before any of the brothers could do anything about Richmond’s comment, the door behind him opened to reveal two heavily armed men carrying out Y/n, who squirmed and fought as hard as he could. His attempts managed to make him slip from their grasps, as well as give him a good shot at one of the men’s faces. He punched him, gifting him a not-so-pleasant-gift of a black eye before trying to dart down the stairs.

The man who hadn’t been hit grabbed Y/n’s collar, pulling him back harshly.

“You see, I have your brother, and I don’t think he deserves to get away from this without a punishment. He broke into my home, tried to kill me, and just assaulted one of my men.”

“Yes, and we apologize for our brother’s not so wise decisions. Now, please, let him go.” It took everything in Tommy to not pull out his gun and shoot blindly. He knew the odds were nowhere near in his favor; Richmond’s staff were heavily armed and greatly trained. Shooting even one bullet would be the dumbest decision known to man.

Felix thought for a second then scrunched his face with frustration. “Your brothers are here to retrieve you. I’m gonna give you one chance to get out of my home and never return. You got that, boy?” Y/n nodded, “Good. Don’t fuck it up.” He shoved Y/n towards his brothers and began turning and walking back through the doors, “Now get the fuck out of my house, you gypsy fucks.”

As Y/n approached his aunt and sister, his face held guilt and empathy. Polly was the first to walk up to him, her eyes glossy with tears. She didn’t speak, only started at him- checking for any injuries. Just as he was about to lean forward and hug her, she slapped him.

Y/n stumbled back, hand clasping his face as he looked back at his aunt. She furrowed her brows and began to cry before walking forward and hugging him.

Polly pulled away and allowed Ada to hug her younger brother. She shook her head and laughed, squeezing him tightly as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, don’t cry Ada...you’re gonna be okay...”

“Shit, Y/n- I’m not crying because I’m sad, idiot! I’m crying because I’m happy you’re alright. I thought you went and got yourself killed!”

Y/n scratched the back of his neck nervously, Ada walking backwards to pull away from their hug. With a chuckle, he confessed the thoughts that’d been haunting him since they’d left Richmond’s mansion. “To be honest, I think I would’ve had these three not shown up.”

His aunt walked back over to them, handing each of the five a glass and filling it up. “The next time you even think of do something like that,” she paused, lifting the bottle upright and holding eye contact with Y/n, “I’ll gut you myself.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cheers and hugs passed around in celebration. But once again, Y/n felt left out. He knew the party was for him, but the smiles and cheery spirits...it just felt like he didn’t deserve them.

Sitting outside, he hid in plain sight while he nursed a bottle of gin. He was right next to the front doors, practically starring off into space as they world around him was flushed out. Well, as he tried to flush it out.

Tommy burst through the doors to light himself a cigarette and enjoy the fresh air, but his plans changed when he noticed his little brother and his state of absence. He chuckled, putting the unlit stick back into it’s box and walked over to the boy by the doors.

“Y/n?”

He smiled and shook his head as Y/n jumped slightly. “Y-yeah, Tommy?”

“I wanted to say...I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Y/n looked up at his brother.

“For making you feel like you didn’t belong. Like you didn’t quite fit in. Believe me, you fit in perfectly. It’s my fault you don’t feel like it though. I’m so caught up in keeping you as this little boy from before I went to war, but you’re not a little boy. You’re eighteen. Finn’s a little boy, but you’re not.”

Thomas groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bunched up cloth looking item, “It’s time I acknowledge that for once.” He smoothed it out, “So, how about we make a deal. You wear this and know you’re one of us,” he placed the infamous Peaky-cap on Y/n’s head, “or spend the rest of your life trying to prove something we all, including you, already know.”

He grabbed the gin from Y/n’s hand and walked to the door, stopping only for a second to deliver his younger brother a smile and a message; “You never need to prove it, but nevertheless, you’ve proved it today in more ways than one. You’ve got the Shelby spirit, brother. You’re one of us.”

[disasterofastory]

Hi! I have a request for FinnShelbyxreader maybe!Finn and Reader are dating and he takes her to one of his family’s parties at Tommy’s house & even though the shelbys like her they are still wary b/c trust issues. When 1 of them sees her Ltr sitting out of the kids room w/ a big smile they don’t like it. Then she shushes them & they hear Finn inside reading to the kids. She’s so excited b/c she’s been teaching him & knows he’s not the most confident, but he’s doing great❤️They all listen outside

Bedtime Finn Shelby x Reader Warnings: none

A/N: One more Finn Shelby request. I love fics where Finn learns how to read/write. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you will like it too.

Fitting in the Shelby family is something you find difficult. You have been with Finn for almost a year now, but his family still looks at you with suspicion. They are not rude to you but still think your relationship with Finn is a passing whim. Children in love. Cute. But nothing more. Just don't get in the way of their business, and you are fine.

And don't dare to betray them.

You know it. Obviously. You heard the stories about the Peaky Blinders, and Finn always tells you everything even when he shouldn't. Sometimes you think he has more secrets he tries to hide from his family than from you. And his family knows it too. They know how much the young man trusts you, and they don't like it. Family is everything, and you are not family yet. Maybe you never will be. At least in the eye of Thomas Shelby. However, you understand him. He has much to lose if you decide to betray them.

Your legs hurt in the high heels as you standstill. Your muscles tense as you try to keep your balance behind the door opened ajar. Small light filtered through the gap, highlighting the carpet and a picture on the wall.

Finn's voice fills the quietness. The party downstairs seems far away and unimportant. The boy's words are uncertain and stuttering, but hearing him makes your chest swell with pride.

He is so smart!

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe in himself, but you know better.

The small smile on your face fades away the second you hear Tommy's stoic voice behind you.

"Y/N," he says your name, making you turn around. His steps are long and hurried with his brothers behind him. "What are you doing here?" He asks, staring at you.

The blood freezes in your veins for long moments when you notice his hand in his coat. You know what he holds between his long fingers. Just one wrong move and you are…

"And where is Finn?" Arthur asks, much louder than his younger brother.

"Be quiet!" You order them, shocking them with your boldness. Nobody dares to order them around. Maybe except for Polly. You are brave. Or an idiot. They haven't decided yet.

"What are you doing in front of my son's room, Y/N?" Tommy asks you once again. His tone is tense and impatient. The memory of the long hours without knowing anything about his son still lives vividly in his mind.

"Listen!" You wave at him, making him shut up once again.

And Finn's voice fills the silence. His voice is much more confident than a few minutes ago, and a proud smile pulls on your lips.

See? He is so smart!

Tommy frowns, stepping closer to the door to look into the dimly lighted room. There are toys everywhere and his son in the bed, tucked in, half asleep. Finn sits at the edge of the bed, reading. His face is focused, and it seems like he is more invested in the story than his nephew.

"Since when can he read?" Arthur asks, surprised.

"I started teaching him a few months ago," you explain, much calmer since Tommy doesn't plan on killing you.

"Why?"

You shrug. "He asked me."

Of course, you know the truth. Your boyfriend started feeling insecure about the lack of his knowledge. How could he help with the business when he doesn't even know how to read. And what if you find somebody else who actually finished school? Would you leave him for somebody who can read and write? He couldn't risk it.

You spent hours and hours at your small flat with books and papers all around you, teaching him.

And here is the fruit of your hard work.

Finn Shelby reads a bedtime story for his nephew.

Your heart is filled with love for the young man.

"So that's why you disappeared so many times?" Tommy asks, and you nod. He glances into the room one more time before going back to the party with his brothers.

They never mention it again, but to your utmost surprise, Finn gets much more free time in the future.

[whimsical-musingss]

Your Hands Are Cold

Think of this like Pride and Prejudice combined with Peaky Blinders. 💓

Alfie Solomons X F!Reader

Warnings: age gap (a little more than ten years), longing, fluff. I guess this takes place in between S2 and S3 but don’t think about it too much. Also this is word vomit and unedited! Oops.

It felt like a curse was cast upon you by your brother, Tommy Shelby. You felt like he kept you prisoner in the Arrow House, miles away from South Heath and miles away from Camden Town. Surrounded by forest, surrounded by the same rainy weather, most of the time.

Tommy tried explaining that it was for your own good, to keep you safe from harm. Since you were the youngest female Shelby, he was considerably worried that “you’ll be kidnapped and sold off” by a rival gang. You didn’t really pay attention to his reasonings since you were so angry at the time. Now you’re lonely, except when Finn was around the house, and when you took care of Charlie, your nephew. Tommy was never home, always doing business in South Heath. It was a rare sight to even see him at mealtimes. Even when he was home, you refused to speak to him. You decided the silent treatment would be the best punishment for him locking you away, but, Tommy was an expert at the silent treatment too.

The grounds of the Arrow House were too big for you at first. Now, it’s suffocating. Waking up to see the same ceiling. Sitting outside on the same bench. Playing with Charlie on the same blanket in the same yard. Gardening the same garden with the same flowers. Baking the same bread, same cookies, same everything. Even riding your horse became like a routine.

Sometimes, while baking, your hands would shake as they hovered over the rolling pin or the dough. It reminds you of a certain someone, who’s probably in his bakery right now, doing God knows what. You assume he doesn’t even think about you, because you only met him formally a couple of times, like at the recent charity ball, and some times in passing when he was in South Heath. You assume he doesn’t think about you because you’re younger than him. He probably sees you as a little girl who’s barely even 24. You can’t help feel like everyone has forgotten about your existence. Even him.

But, you realize, that’s your nature. Your purpose. To be forgotten as a Shelby, all in order to keep you safe from harm outside the gang. Perhaps Tommy viewed the man from the bakery a threat to you, too, even though you barely spoken.

You try your hardest to remember how his voice sounded exactly…in the mornings, when you’re barely awake, the memories come easier. His voice was gruff but with a soft side to it…deep, but not frightening…while you baked, the memories come easier then too. But then then what you recall of his voice slips away, just after you grasped onto what you could.

Baking became a sad activity after that. Now with summertime almost over, you tried to spend as much time as possible outside when it wasn’t raining. The yard wasn’t as suffocating as the interior of the large mansion. You would walk the small paths close to the large plain that is the backyard, watching the sun rise, early in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You were too restless, too lonely, that even sleeping is difficult. You didn’t want dreams that showed you what you couldn’t have, namely, him.

Today is one of those days where you’re walking slowly about the backyard, with only your thin nightgown and small robe wrapped tightly around yourself to comfort you. It’s quite warm already, especially with the sun rising over the horizon. The birds are already up and about too, flying across the slightly pink sky above you as you paced.

Maybe running away isn’t a bad idea…perhaps to Aunt Polly’s. She was the only one who protested that keeping you “safe” was a silly idea. She would take you in. You hoped…it was probably futile anyway. Tommy would be furious, and you didn’t want to start anything.

You stand still for a moment, watching the sky turn into a clearer blue as the sun rose. Was he watching the same sky, wondering about you, too? You couldn’t help but wonder what he thought about, and you couldn’t help but hope he thought about you sometimes. A fleeting thought, at the very least, you hoped. Perhaps he noticed you disappeared one day? Has he asked around about you? Has he tried, like you, to remember how you spoke to him? Your smile that he managed to have you make despite how nervous you were that night at the charity ball?

Has he asked Tommy where you’ve gone?

You don’t dare ask Tommy about his business partner due to your continued silent treatment, no matter how much you wanted to. It’s probably silly to him, though, having his younger sister have a schoolgirl crush on a much older man.

It was probably for the best, though, that you couldn’t see him anymore. That way, maybe, your feelings would someday change, no matter how much you don’t want them to. You want him to love you back as much as you loved him. But it’s all futile in the end. You’re never going to see him again.

You don’t notice the small tear that quickly slides down your cheek, and when you close your eyes, more come. All the pent up loneliness and anger surface for just a moment, allowing you to choke out a sob, clutching your aching chest. From afar, it probably seemed like you were choking. And you were, in a sense, choking on your own sadness and desperation for him to just think about you…

You straighten your back after a moment, quickly wiping your tears from your cheeks and took in a sharp breath. Perhaps it’s time to go inside now, Charlie is probably starting to wake up, and you like to be there when he does.

Slowly turning around to start your trek back to the house, there’s a silhouette that catches your eye, a figure behind the sun. You squint, trying to figure out if that’s Tommy or one of the gardeners, but-

Your breath hitches in your throat, your hand clutching your chest once again. That’s not Tommy, or one of the gardeners, no, this man’s gait is different than them, his shoulders broad, his chest as strong as you remember, his white shirt fitting tightly against his skin. His shirt is unbuttoned, barely tucked into his trousers, long coat thrown on halfheartedly. He’s walking with purpose, you can see it in his stride, and when you catch a glimpse of his face, you choke out,

“Alfie.”

He barely hears you, but he does finally notice you in the distance. You thought he was here on business due to his certainty in his walk and expression, but he doesn’t turn to go to the mansion, no. He keeps walking towards you.

He looks exhausted as he comes closer. Not in a bad way: his eyes are bright and excited, there’s a smile on his face, the same old wolfish one you saw at the charity ball that he gave you. He’s so close now that you hear the grass under his boots, his breathing, so close now and he doesn’t stop walking. Your almost crying again, the tears hanging onto your eyelashes. He lunges at you, his strong arms encasing you in a large bear hug, holding you tightly to his chest. Your cheek is against his warm skin, and you let out a gasp as he twirls your around in his arms before setting you down again. His hands are strong against your hips, gripping you tightly as if you’d disappear again.

He must be a dream, you think.

“God,” is all he says, his face buried into the skin of your neck and shoulder. His hand moves to hold the back of your head, keeping you still, and your breath hitches when he kisses your skin.

“Alfie,” you smile, and he pulls away enough to look at your face. His large hands cup your cheeks, thumbs gently wiping away your tears.

“Where have ya been?” His voice isn’t unhappy, how can he be, when his smile is this huge? “I spent months trying to find ya…and look what I found…”

You hold his forearms, keeping him here, so he won’t move, so you won’t move or disappear again. His eyes flicker down to your lips, then back to your eyes, then back down again. He doesn’t even have to ask, but he does ask for your permission to kiss you.

It’s soft, softer than you ever dreamed of. He’s tender while he keeps your head up so he can kiss you all he wants, and he does. He kisses you for the lost time, the moments where he should’ve asked you on a proper date, but couldn’t find the courage. But he has it now. He’s kissing you like a man starved, his tongue making you let out a small sigh which causes him shudder.

When you both pull away, breathing heavily, you have to ask one thing.

“Alfie, you’ve been looking for me?”

He nods, almost excitedly. “The whole time.”

You throw your arms around Alfie again, around his neck, and he holds you tight.

[ijustwant2write]

The Artist-Shelby!Male! Reader x Shelby Family

(GIF credit to @s-t-a-y-i-n-g)

MASTERLIST

(I have combined the 2 requests)

Requested by @cokecola4211​ : ‘Peaky Blinders imagine being the only deaf one in the family older then Finn but younger than John and being close w/ Ada, Finn, John, Polly and May and being the only artist in the family.’

‘Peaky Blinders imagine the reader being the younger brother to boys but older then Finn around the same age as Ada and loving art more then your family and Polly finding your art book of sketches.‘

Characters: Finn Shelby x Male!Shelby!Reader (brothers), Polly Shelby x Male!Shelby!Reader (aunt/nephew), Isaiah Jesus x Male!Shelby!Reader (platonic), Thomas Shelby x Male!Shelby!Reader (brothers), Arthur Shelby x Male!Shelby!Reader (brothers), John Shelby x Male!Shelby!Reader (brothers)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Discrimination against deaf people, swearing, insecurities, fluff

(A/N: I do not know sign and I do not represent/am not associated the deaf community. If I have written anything incorrect or offensive, please let me know!)

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(Y/N)'s eyes were squinting as he sketched, face almost pressed into the paper as he hunched over, which would result in an aching back later that day. He had the perfect canvas, a gloomy one but still filled with intricate detail. Sat on the edge of the canal, he watched the men throwing their supplies into the long boats, going about their daily work. It may have been a boring sight, but it was real, and (Y/N) had never wanted to sugar coat his work.

(Y/N) noticed movement in the distance, new people were arriving. He recognised the Peaky caps, instantly shoving his sketch pad and pencils into his bag and dashing away from the area. They didn't know he was here, they never knew where he was. Unfortunately being the only Shelby who couldn't hear made him isolated from his brothers and the family business. Although his brothers never left him out of games or outings as they grew up, (Y/N) found he had to come up with his own ways to entertain himself.

No one knew about his hobby, his passion. He had pondered telling his family, showing them his work, including the numerous portraits he had drawn of themselves. Though he was enamoured with his work, he couldn't predict what his family's reaction would be.

Luckily escaping without being spotted, (Y/N) managed to make it back to the main part of town, waltzing down the street like a Shelby should. Even though people cowered away and kept their distance, (Y/N) knew he only had 'respect' because his family would beat up anyone who dared to insult him...not that he would hear them anyway.

His brother, Finn, was approaching him, followed by Isaiah. They both smiled at each other, having had a good bond growing up.

"Alright, (Y/N)?" Finn signed and spoke at the same time.

Isaiah managed to sign a hello, he was trying to pick up words, though it proved harder than he thought.

(Y/N) just nodded.

"Well you're not are you? Come on, what's up?"

'It's nothing.'

"Fancy a pint? Don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

(Y/N) playfully rolled his eyes but nodded once again. The three boys headed towards the Garrison, only to be stopped by their Aunt Polly.

"Hard at work or hardly working?" Polly fluently said and signed.

'Come on Aunt Pol,' (Y/N) sighed,'it's not like Tommy has got us doing any work.'

"Well you three can come help me then. I've got lots of crao that needs to be moved out of the garden shed. And you three always go on about how strong you are."

She smirked as the boys groaned, not waiting for them to follow her. They mumbled the whole way, Finn making sure to involve (Y/N) still. Isaiah didn't mind being left out of the conversation, he was with Finn all the time, he just felt bad that he couldn't communicate with (Y/N) more.

As soon as they entered Polly's house she was ordering them what to do. The boys shed of their hats, coats and jackets, knowing they would no doubt get sweaty during this task.

Polly gently placed her hand on (Y/N)'a back to grab his attention."Hand me that love, I'll run it upstairs for you."

She was referring to his bag which he instinctively held away from her.

"What have you got in that bag? You harbouring drugs for Tommy?"

When he didn't move, her face hardened.

'It's nothing. I might be going out later so I'll leave it down here.'

"Are you lying to me?"

'No! Why can't you just leave my stuff alone?!'

"Alright, I'm sorry. Leave it wherever you want."

(Y/N) realised that he had made his aunt more suspicious of him. He just wanted to keep this little thing to himself, not have it corrupted by his family. (Y/N) only imagined what they would say if they saw how he spent his time. Hesitantly hanging up his bag, (Y/N) stared at it for a few more seconds before forcing himself to walk away. He just had to trust that Polly wouldn't snoop.

Of course he had been wrong.

Polly felt terrible for doing so, but she had to ensure (Y/N) was alright. What if he had been dragged into doing something he didn't want to? Trying to prove himself just because he was different to his brothers? She would never forgive them if that was the reason. He was deaf, he wasn't insane or uncapable of leading a normal life. Polly made sure she had the boys doing something that would take them a while to move before heading back inside to seek answers.

She didn't feel the need to sneak around her own house, she was doing this for the good of her nephew. The bag was hanging by its strap, she didn't bother taking it down, diving straight into its contents. Rummaging around carefully, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, deciding to pull out items in case something was hiding in plain sight.

She pulled out the sketch book (Y/N) had been hiding all this time. Slowly opening it, she inwardly gasped at the sight of herself in the front page. It was an extremely detailed portrait, as if he had stuck a picture on the page. She flicked through the papers, seeing that everyone had been drawn in the family, there were even sketches of random people in the streets, like a moving picture; he would have had to memorise so much if he was capturing people on the move.

Although she was relieved to know her nephew wasn't caught up in a drug war, she was hurt that this was what he was hiding. Why would he cover up his talent? She had been in such a trance with his work, she didn't notice (Y/N)'s footsteps approaching until he was right beside her.

(Y/N) snatched the book out of her hands, eyes wide in shock that his own aunt would go behind his back.

"(Y/N), sweetheart, I'm sorry!" Polly quickly signed.

'Why were you looking through my things? That's private!'

"I was worried!"

Finn and Isaiah had heard Polly's pleading tone, becoming curious and joining the argument.

"What's going on?" Finn asked.

Neither of his family members answered.

"Well?"

Polly answered, not signing."Your brother is very talented and isn't sharing his work with anyone."

'Don't speak without signing! You know I'm shit at reading lips!'

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Polly corrected herself."(Y/N), please show them. Please."

"Come on, what's in your hands?" Finn had a soft expression on his face, not wanting to push away his brother just as their older ones had.

(Y/N) was clutching to his work. Finn and Isaiah weren't known for their love of the arts. They could mock him. This could be the thing that pushed (Y/N) out of the family. But Finn wasn't giving up, holding out his hand for the sketch book. (Y/N) begrudgingly passed it to Finn, turning away to avoid the look of confusion and mockery that was sure to follow.

He felt a hand on his shoulder turn him around, Finn's gleaming face appearing. He had the book open on a page of himself, the other side had a drawing of him and Isaiah together.

"This is amazing! I mean, it helped that you had a handsome model." Finn smirked.

"Tell him that I think it's great too." Isaiah nudged Finn.

"Is says you're great too. Why were you worried?"

'A Shelby who's deaf and sits around drawing? Not bringing much to the family name, am I?'

"That's bullshit and you know it."

Polly huffed."Finn."

"But it's true! I could use all the swear words or none and it would still be right. You've got to start showing these, maybe sell them!"

'I don't know how people would react.'

"They would see a great artist."

'What about the others? Tommy, Arthur, John?'

"They're your bothers," Polly intervened,"they should support you."

'They'll hate me even more.'

"Why do you think they hate you?"

'Because they never try to speak to me. Not like you two do, even Isaiah tries!'

"They don't hate you. And you will show them your work. I have no doubt they'll be full of praise once they realise how talented you are."

(Y/N) watched anxiously as Polly displayed his work around the front room, thinking she was going way over the top with this. Part of him was happy that she was so proud of him, and he liked how Isaiah and Finn were looking carefully at each one (though mostly admiring the portraits of themselves). Polly had lined up the photos of his three older brothers together, and another one of them in their war uniforms. He hadn't drawn that when he was younger, he had suddenly had a memory flood back of them one day and wanted to draw it; the three of them were sat together drinking, it was the day before they left for all those years.

Polly was still fussing over her arrangements when they heard the front door being unlocked. Everyone looked to the door to the front room, noticing how tense (Y/N) had become.

"We a fucking art gallery now, Pol?" Arthur joked as they walked in.

But instead of joining in with the banter, it at least making a comment, the three eldest brothers were silent. Their eyes were immediately on the drawings of their families, wondering who on earth had done them.

"They're good, aren't they?" Polly said to them, signing to (Y/N) too before winking at him.

"Who's been drawing us? It's a bit creepy innit'? You know, cause we obviously didn't know." John ruined the moment.

'What did he say?' (Y/N) asked Finn.

Finn rolled his eyes."He's just being John."

"Oh, look at that handsome man. Clearly he's a model." Arthur cackled.

"So, who drew them?" Tommy asked.

"Would you lot include your brother." Polly hissed, though did not sign. She began signing again,"(Y/N) did them."

Tommy, Arthur and John turned to face (Y/N), surprise on their faces. Arthur glanced back at his portrait, a big grin spreading across his face.

"I love it!" he signed, very grandly."Captured my beauty."

(Y/N) smiled, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he relaxed.

"Not bad." John said. He only grasped the basics of signing, Arthur was just that bit more advanced, but not by much.

Tommy stood in front of (Y/N)."Can you paint?"

'Yeah, I just never have time to.' (Y/N) sheepishly said.

"My house is missing a portrait of me. I want one with a horse, can you do animals?"

(Y/N) nodded.

"Then I want you to be the one to do it. A big one too."

Polly gasped, amazed for the second time that day. All of (Y/N)' a worries flew out of the window, cheeks hurting from smiling already.

"I have a free evening tomorrow. Come by the house at four and we'll start. I want it in time for the gala I'm holding." Tommy reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of notes."And buy the best tools you need, only the best."

(Y/N) vigorously signed thank you over and over again. When he saw how much money Tommy had given him he almost fainted.

"Right, Finn, Isaiah, I need you for a job. Don't forget (Y/N), four o'clock tomorrow!"

[americancowgirl19]

Where You Belong

Summary: War takes everything from everyone. Tommy thought he had lost you to the war. He hadn’t. It’s just taken you longer than the others to come home.

Warnings: war, imprisonment (POW), PTSD, fluff, angst, dead, drugs, implied sex, fluff, angst

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,051

A/n: My first Peaky Blinders work, let me know how I do! I’ve been nervous to publish this cause I wasn’t sure if I could get the characters right so fingers crossed! 

Masterlist

“Y/n?” 

Frowning your eyebrows, you turn around to see a well dressed woman holding a child. She’s looking at you in disbelief, as if she’s looking at a ghost. It takes you a moment before you realize who’s standing in front of you.

“Fucking hell, Ada?” You whisper, a small smile creeping onto your face. “Well, look at you. All grown up and absolutely beautiful,” 

She continues to stare at you, her mouth ajar. You take off your work gloves and shove them into your back pocket. You then proceed to try and improve your appearance. It wasn’t easy seeing as you’re on your seventh hour working at the lumber yard.

“We thought you were dead,” Ada said. “We buried you,” She snapped, her eyes narrowing into slits.

“I know,” You mutter, rubbing the back of your neck. “I saw the stone. Looks beautiful,” 

“Tommy picked it,” Ada whispered. You wince at the mention of his name. “When do you get off?” She asked. You look around and slowly shrug.

“I can leave now,” You tell her. “These blokes won’t miss me,” Ada nods emotionlessly and turns around. You sigh before following after her knowing it was going to be a long night. “So, who’s the little guy?” You ask.

“Karl, your nephew,” Ada says, handing him to your without waiting for you to ask. You eagerly take him. “Freddie was his father,”

“Freddie?” Your head snaps toward her. “Freddie Thorne?” She nods stiffly. “I haven’t seen him since the war,”

“He’s dead now,” Ada says before you could continue. Your heart drops to your stomach. “Just two months ago,” She admitted.

“I’m sorry, Ada,” You say gently. She hums but offers you a small smile. She leads you back to her flat where she takes Karl to put down for a nap. “Do you mind if I freshen up in the shower?”

“Yes, I do,” Ada tells you. “As far as I know you’ll disappear again. So, you stay right there,” She gives you a stern look. You nod and don’t move until she returns without Karl. She leads you into the kitchen where you sit at the table while she makes tea. “So, why the hell aren’t you dead?”

“Sorry to disappoint,” You tease but she isn’t amused. “What was the last word you heard of me?” 

“John wrote saying you got separated from everybody and declared MIA,” Ada explains. “Eventually we just assumed you were dead,”

“I wanted to be,” You tell her honestly. “I was kidnapped by the Germans around 1916. When the war ended nobody released us. The Germans left us to die. I didn’t even know the war was over until February ‘19,” You explained.

“How’d you get back?” Ada asks, sitting across from you.

“It wasn’t easy,” You answered vaguely. Ada respects your wish to not go into further detail.

“Why didn’t you come back to us?” She whispers, gently.

“I did,” You lower your gaze to the table. “But then I noticed you all believed I was dead and that you seemed to be living well without me... Figured it would be easier for you lot if I just stayed dead,”

“No,” Ada shakes her head. “Your death has been anything but easy, Y/n. We still mourn you,” You send her a comforting smile. “Tommy especially,” Your smile disappears.

“He seemed just fine when I saw him last,” You grumble. Ada tilts her head.

“Tommy is not fine, far from it,” Ada tells you.

“I know Tommy very well, Ada,” You said, your eyes pouring into hers. “I know when he’s happy and when I saw him he was happy,”

“When did you see him?” She asks, tilting her head.

“When I first got back a few years ago,” You tell her. “With a pretty blonde,”

“Grace?” Ada arches her eyebrows. “Love, they went down in flames,” She tells you. “She’s in America and he’s hopelessly alone,” She says. “And very much in love with you. You ruined him for anyone else. He tries but they’re just not you,”

“You were always the one trying to get us together,” You whisper, smiling at her. “Ever since you were a little girl you played match maker,”

You grew up with the Shelby’s. Your family wasn’t a family in the slightest so you hung around the Shelby’s until you became an honorary member. In your mid teen years you started to see Tommy differently. You always knew you leaned toward men than women but in today’s day and age that wasn’t accepted so you kept it to yourself.

You and Tommy were always the closest in the bunch. You thought that you could just continue as normal when you realized your feelings but it was much harder than you expected. You were insanely jealous of any woman that had his attention and very frustrated all the time.

Ada, despite being a few years younger, picked up on what was going on. To her it was painfully obvious that you both had feelings for the other. So, she took it upon herself to get the pair of you together. It took an entire year but eventually he made the first move.

Being a Shelby, or an honorary one, allowed the two of you to get away with things other people couldn’t. You two weren’t obvious about your relationship but you also didn’t hide it. Anybody who had anything to say found themselves unable to speak for a while.

Polly warned the two of you to be more careful but you were both in love and didn’t care who knew it. Arthur didn’t understand and often grumbled under his breath but that’s as far as his displeasure went. John couldn’t give two fucks but you were often the victim of his teasing.

When the war came around everyone joined up, you were no different. You were with the Shelby’s for a few years until a plan went wrong. You and a few other men got separated from your unit. You were all captured and you were the only one to make it home.

When you came home you weren’t the same person who joined up. You were as skinny as a twig, terrified out of your mind, and stuck on survival mode. All you could think about was how you needed to get back to Tommy. Only when you found him your heart broke when you witnessed him kissing a blonde woman.

That moment everything came crashing down on you. All the shit you went through the last few years and everything you did to stay alive swarmed your brain. 

You spiraled and you ran. You ran all the way to London. Not literally, it took a while but you eventually ended up here.

You lived on the streets for a while. Drugs and alcohol were your best friend. However, you need money in order to buy those things and you were shit at stealing. So, you got a job. You were in the process of making a life for yourself.

No matter what you did the Shelby family, specifically Tommy, never left your mind. You thought about playing and wrestling with John and Arthur. You remembered picking on and protecting Ada. You also remembered taking care of baby Finn, who you knew wouldn’t be a baby anymore.

But Tommy was the main one to occupy your mind. You thought about his touch, his voice, his smile. You reminisced in the memories of your time together. God you missed him.

“You should go back to Birmingham,” Ada encourages. You shake your head. “Why not?”

“What’s the point?” You ask. Her jaw drops.

“What’s the point?! How about seeing your family? Finn’s as tall as you are now and John’s married with more kids. We miss you,” Ada stresses. “And I’m not going to let them keep believing that you’re dead,”

“Ada,” You snap, warningly.

“No,” She snaps back. “Our family is better with you than without,”

“And what if I’m better off without you!” You snap standing up. “What if my life is better without all of you? What if I’m better off alone!” 

“I don’t believe you,” Ada shakes her head. You release a slow, shaky breath. “Come home with me, Y/n,” Ada whispers standing up. “We’ll go tomorrow,” You turn your head toward her. “You, me and Karl... You won’t have to do it alone.”

“Fine,” You mutter. “But only because if I don’t go with you you’ll bring the whole clan here,” Ada smirks smugly.

“Damn right,” She mutters. “Can I have a hug?” 

“Of course,” You whisper, pulling her into your chest. “I missed you so much,” You whisper holding her as tightly as you can.

In the morning, after stopping by your place for a change of clothes, you left for Small Heath with Ada and Karl. The entire time you were a large ball of anxiety. Ada did her best to calm you but it wasn’t working.

“Here we are,” Ada mutters. You look at the home. 

“It’s the same as I remember,” You whisper.

“Polly should be here,” Ada said. “Who knows where the brothers are, most likely at the office,” She mutters to herself. You nod but keep your eyes glued on the house. “I thought Polly would be easier to start with,” You laugh.

“She is the only woman I am afraid of,” You admit, looking at Ada.

“Well, I guess it’s best we get this done first,” Ada smiles climbing out of the car.

“Fucking hell,” You mutter, climbing out of the car as well. You shove your shaking hands in your pockets before following Ada.

“Pol?” Ada calls out. You feel your heart hammering in your chest as you close the door behind you.

“In here,” 

You tense at the sound of her voice. Suddenly you feel like a kid who’s done something bad and is about to be scolded. You also feel a sense of peace despite the overwhelming anxiety. Polly always had that affect.

“What are you doing here, Ada? Your brothers aren’t here,”

“I didn’t come for my brothers,” Ada says, sitting at the table.

“Then what did-,” Polly’s voice cuts off when she sees you standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Her reaction is identical to Ada’s when she first saw you yesterday. “It can’t be,” She whispers, tears filling her eyes.

“It is,” Ada nods. Polly stands slowly but comes up to you quickly. You brace yourself. Instead of hitting you like you thought she would, she holds you tightly in her embrace.

It isn’t long before you’re breaking down in her arms. She had raised you like she raised the other Shelby’s. To be in her arms is like being hugged by your mother for the first time after being apart for years.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, love,” She whispers, threading her fingers through your hair. “You’re home now... Thank God, you’re home,” She whispers, tears of her own falling down her face.

“I’m so sorry, Pol,” You whimper. “I’m so sorry,” She gently shushes you.

“You’re here now, it’s alright,” Polly whispers. She pulls back slightly and gently cups the side of your cheeks. “Oh, my boy, what has the world done to you?”

You close your eyes and place your hands over hers. She gently pulls you back to her. Despite being taller than her, you curl into her arms seeking her comfort.

When the two of you finally sit down you tell her what happened the way you told Ada. You kept the details vague not wanting to plague either of their minds with the horrors you’ve gone through.

It wasn’t long before John showed up with Arthur and Finn. Finn didn’t recognize you but John and Arthur were in shock. John was the first to hug you. He was the last to see you before you were captured. 

John had talked to Tommy about your disappearance. He talked about how he blamed himself for the fact that you never came home. Even as the years passed that guilt lingered. Nobody else blamed him but he couldn’t forgive himself.

After the first hug came the cheering. Arthur smiled from ear to ear and hollered in excitement. John soon joined and clapped you on the back while Ada explained to Finn who you were.

You shared a drink with the two brothers and swapped a few stories. You watched the door intently but Tommy never walked through.

“He’s with the horses,” John explained later that night. “It’s been a long day but he’ll be at the Garrison later. We were about to go there, join us?”

“I’m sure I’ll find my way there,” You say, standing up.

“Right,” Arthur says, standing up as well. “It really is good to see you,”

“You as well, Art,” You smile at him before slipping out the door. You had seen everyone in the family except the one you wanted to see the most.

On the way to Small Heath you were terrified to see him but now you couldn’t stop yourself if you wanted too. Before you knew it you were at the stables and from there you found Tommy.

He looked a little older than when you last saw him but still as handsome as ever. He was muttering under his breath with a cigarette between his lips. His hand was holding the horses halter while the other was rubbing his neck.

“You’ve always had a way with horses,” You speak up after observing him for a few moments.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Tommy mutters glancing at you. You frown your eyebrows. “When will you leave me alone?” He sighs, rubbing his eyes.

Ada had mentioned his drug use. When you used whatever drugs you could afford you often hallucinated. You always saw yourself back in the war, back in the imprisonment camp. Only you weren’t alone, Tommy was always with you but just out of reach. It was sweet torture.

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” You say, walking closer to him. He tries to avoid looking at you. “I’m here, Tommy,”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy shakes his head. “We left you in France, you never came home,” He squeezes his eyes shut.

“I did come home,” You whisper. “It just took me longer than the rest of you,” Tommy turns his back to you making you sigh silently. “I should have come back sooner,” You mutter. “I thought you were happy without me,” Tommy scoffs.

Hesitantly, you rest your hands on his sides. He tenses but doesn’t move. You step closer and lean your head against his. Slowly, he relaxes and leans back against you. You doubt that he realizes you’re here with him but you savor the moment none-the-less.

“I miss you,” Tommy whispers. Your arms snake around his waist and hold him even closer to you.

“You’re the one that got me through hell, Tommy,” You mutter, burying your head in his neck. “I’m really here Tom, please believe me,” You beg.

He shifts in your arms forcing you to lean back. You look into his eyes. Slowly, you lift your hand and take the cigarette from his lips and bring it to your own. You breath it in before holding it between your fingers. You hold the smoke in your mouth before gently kissing him. When his lips part you blow the smoke in like you’ve done millions of times before.

When Tommy puts together that you’re truly with him he deepens the kiss. You stumble backwards as Tommy pushes you against one of the stable stalls. You moan unashamedly and hold him as close as you can.

“Y/n,” He whispers against your lips.

“Hello, love,” You whisper back. He looks at you awestruck. “I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you,”

“You’re here,” Tommy states. “That’s all that matters,” You smile resting your head against his. You breathe in deeply and hold him close.

“We have a lot of catching up to do,” You mutter. “If you’ll have me,” Your eyes gaze into his.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” Tommy declares. “I love you,” He confesses bringing a smile to your lips.

“And I love you,” You respond. Tommy smiles prompting you to trace his lips with your thumb. “I love you so much,” You mutter kissing his lips deeply.

You don’t remember how you made it back to his flat but you do remember the kisses, the soft touches, and the familiar feeling of him inside of you. Neither of you slept that night. Both of you were too afraid to sleep. You both feared that if you fell asleep you would wake up without each other. You feared that this was all a dream.

As the sun slowly rose the next day, the two of you laid in bed. You both laid on your sides, staring at each other. You held each other and traded kisses.

“After I got separated from John the Germans picked me and the other guys up,” You explained. “They took us to their front lines. We were forced to work for them, do whatever they wanted us to do. If we refused we were beaten and eventually shot. When we stopped being useful we were forced onto train cars like fucking cattle. Eventually we made it to Germany where we were put into an outdoor camp. There were tents but other than that we were exposed to the weather. A lot of men died due to the conditions. Every morning the Germans would collet the dead and throw them in shallow graves. When the war ended the Germans left us. We had to find our own way back home,”

Once you started to explain what you had gone through you couldn’t stop. You and Tommy never kept anything from each other. It didn’t matter that it had been about six years, that didn’t change. He was the one person you could confide in.

“I can still smell the fucking stench,” You muttered.

“You’re home now,” Tommy whispers. “You’re safe, I’ll keep you safe,” He vows. You smile snuggling closer to him.

“You always keep me safe,” You murmur. Tommy holds you close and gently kisses the top of your head.

[queenshelby]

Gypsy Bride (One Shot)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mention of Self Harm, Arranged Marriage, SMUT, Loss of Virginity

Total Words: 8,083 (both parts below)

Parts:

·      Part One – Husband and Wife

·      Part Two – Consummating Finally

Notes: I will be writing another One Shot which will be called ‘Goodbye Marie’. This One Shot will follow on from this story but can also be read on its own.

Part One

It was 9am on a cold Saturday morning. You had been awake for several hours already and barely managed to get any sleep at all the night before.

It was your wedding day and you were nervous to say the least. This was a wedding you didn’t want, a marriage doomed from the beginning.

Your father had recently taken over the business of importing heroine into the United Kingdom from his brother who, due to unfortunate circumstances arranged by your father, was shot during police interference.

In your culture, it was customary to only form alliances with people you trust, mainly family. But, since you and your mother were both only children as a result of a curse impaled on your family decades ago, your family was much smaller than other gypsy families.

In cases like this, alliances were formed by expanding family through marriage.

You had no say in the matter and your father was determined to expand his business through such alliance.

So, today, you were to marry Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders.

You knew that Thomas Shelby was shipping heroine to the United States and had recently lost his supply from the Chinese. The deal your father was offering Thomas was lucrative and allowed the Shelby Family to reinstate most of their fortune which they had lost in the stock market crash earlier this year.

Your father, however, did not trust Thomas Shelby and insisted on a traditional bond between the families.

Thomas Shelby agreed and, since he was the only unmarried Shelby man of age, it was him, a man almost twice your age, who was going to be your husband.

You never met Thomas Shelby and you wondered what he was like.

You heard terrible things about him and you knew that he was both, a politician and a gangster. You knew that he was involved in drug trafficking, running brothels and killings. He was no better than your father who you despised.

You always wanted to turn a leaf on your life, get away from the illegal dealings and make an honest living. But, this dream of yours was now shattered. You were about to marry into the most notorious gangster family in the Small Heath and Birmingham area.

In the weeks leading up to your wedding, you considered ending it. This was the only way out. But then you met a man who was a priest. Every day you remembered his words. There was a purpose for you, you just may have not discovered it yet.

You never believed, but turned to God for advice after your encounter with the priest. You even began to volunteer at the local church community hall to help you keep your mind occupied.

After weeks of volunteering, you requested to be married to Thomas at the church. The priest was reluctant but agreed after you begged for long enough. Your request was granted.

And there you were, in the back rooms of the small church in Birmingham, preparing for your wedding.

As you stepped into your white wedding gown, tears were building up in your eyes. You were not ready for this, but you had to be strong.

You wiped your tears away with the white cotton tissue your mother had given you and pinned up your hair.

A maid was assigned to assist you, but you enjoyed to do your own hair and makeup.

Shortly after you sent your maid away and while you were applying your mascara, you heard a knock on the door.

You hoped that it was your mother, wishing to provide you with emotional support, but, to your surprise, it was a woman who you had never met.

She had dark brown hair and dark eyes. She was attractive and well dressed.

‘I am Polly Gray’ the woman said as she walked into your room.

‘I am Y/N’ you said nervously.

‘I figured’ she said with a laugh as she handed you her flask of whiskey.

‘Drink up Love, I think you need it, you are about to marry my nephew’ Polly said sheepishly as she stepped behind you and tied up your dress.

‘Thank you’ you said before taking a large sip from the flask.

‘You didn’t want your maid to help you with this?’ Polly asked surprised as she wiped away some of the smudged make up beneath your eyes which were still wet and teary.

‘No. I don’t like to appear weak in front of strangers’ you explained.

‘Showing weakness can sometimes be your strength Y/N’ Polly said before she asked you how old you were while she proceeded to help you with your make up.

‘I am 20’ you responded, your hands shaking.

’20?’ Polly said as she stopped what she was doing and sat down across from you.

‘Did you think I was older?’ you asked.

‘Your parents are older than me, so yes, Thomas and I did not expect you to be so young’ Polly said before she lid herself a cigarette.

‘Do you think that Thomas will be disappointed?’ you asked.

‘No Love. Let me tell you something about Thomas’ Polly said before taking a pause.

‘He has not shown any genuine interest in a woman since his late wife passed away. Whilst I disliked her, she was the only woman he ever loved. He didn’t choose you and he will probably not love you, but he will provide for you and ensure your safety. He expects loyalty in return, nothing else. So long as you are loyal, you do not need to worry about disappointing him nor do you need to be afraid of him’ Polly explained, causing you to feel some relief.

Despite the fact that you had never met this woman, she was able to provide you with the reassurance you needed.

‘Now, let’s hurry’ Polly said, standing up and finishing your make up.

‘Thank you, Ms Gray’ you said as she took your hand and smiled at you.

‘Please, call me Polly. After all, you will be family soon’ she said just before she disappeared to the hall.

Not long after Polly had left and you finished getting ready, your father arrived.

‘It’s time Y/N’ he said impatiently, not even bothering to compliment you.

You hooked into your father’s arm as he walked you towards the hall.

The Church was packed. You had many guests, mostly gypsies from different families.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you observed your future husband waiting for you at the altar.

He was wearing an elegant navy-blue suit which matched his deep blue eyes.

His hair looked immaculate and he had his hands crossed in front of him.

He was very attractive and you could barely believe that he was in his late thirties already.

Despite this, shivers ran down your back as you approached the altar. He showed no emotion at all. There was no smile on his face. In fact, there was no expression at all, just coldness.

As you took your place across from him, you observed him gazing over you for a moment, almost like he was assessing you. But his expressions didn’t change. There was no warmth.

You weren’t sure whether he liked what he saw or whether he was disappointed, possibly by the fact that you were much younger than he had expected or perhaps he preferred a different hair colour or larger breasts.

There was an awkward silence between you as you both starred at each other until, finally, the priest began to speak.

‘We are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite Thomas Shelby and Y/N Y/LN in holy matrimony’ the priest went on to say before speaking a prayer, as per your request.

Then, it was time for the all-important question.

‘Do you Y/N Y/LN take Thomas Shelby to be your lawfully wedded husband?’ the priest asked.

‘I do’ you said nervously, starring at Tommy.

‘’And do you Thomas Shelby take Y/N Y/LN to be your lawfully wedded wife?’ the priest asked.

‘I do’ Tommy said, his hands still interlinked with each other.

‘Then, by the power vested in me by God, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride’ the priest said, but Tommy made no attempt to kiss you.

‘We might save that one for later, ey?’ Tommy said as he saw the nervousness in your face. You responded with nothing but a simple nod as you reached for his hand.

‘Are we done here?’ Tommy asked before he obliged and took your hand into his as you both stepped down from the altar and walked towards the exit of the Church.

Your families and guests were cheering as the Church bells began to ring.

You couldn’t help it but feel apprehensive and thought that, if the reception was going to be as awkward as the ceremony, this would be a long night.

Outside the church, you and your families posed for a picture before Tommy took you to his car.

There were no white horses and carriages as you had imagined on your wedding day. There was nothing romantic about this at all.

There was an awkward silence as you stepped inside his Silver Bentley. He started the car without saying a word.

You didn’t know what to say yourself and couldn’t even bare to look at him.

Just before you arrived at the reception venue, he looked over to you.

‘I am sorry you’ve been made to do this’ Tommy said, just as he stopped the car.

‘So am I’ you said as you pushed open the car door and walked inside. The weather was dreadful and you didn’t wait for Tommy.

The reception was barely a reception at all. There was nothing but business talk and your husband ignored you for the entire evening.

By that time, you were certain that he disliked you. He didn’t want this marriage any more than you did.

After several hours of easing your pain with champaign while you engaged into meaningless conversations with Arthur Shelby’s wife Linda, Tommy told you that it was time to go home.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, your new home.

You were hoping for it to be big enough so that you didn’t have to see your husband very often and endure this awkwardness and silence between you.

The drive home was as silent as the drive to the reception venue. Tommy didn’t speak a word to you, again.

At least this gave you time to think about the task ahead.

Your mother had spoken to you about marriage and what it entails.

She had also spoken with you about consummation of your marriage, which was something you were nervous, almost fearful, about.

Whilst, in your opinion, Tommy was very attractive, you have never been with a man before and you wanted your first time to be with someone you loved not someone you just met.

You told your mother exactly that, but she explained to you how important it is to fulfill your wifely duties and keep your husband happy from the beginning and always thereafter.

The truth was that you were afraid of the pain it will entail. You knew it was going to be painful and it wasn’t as if you didn’t already have to endure enough pain on your wedding day. Your mother explained to you that you would get used to it, the pain will fade and, eventually, it becomes nothing more than a chore.

As you finally stepped out of the car and inside Tommy’s house, you were emotionally prepared for what was to come and were probably drunk enough too.

The house was larger than any other house you had ever seen. You couldn’t believe that Tommy was living in the house by himself.

Tommy took the time to personally show you the house and introduce you to the maids. That was probably the most he had spoken to you all day.

It felt somewhat surreal. This is where you were going live now, with your husband, a total stranger.

Tommy told you that you could use every room in the house as you pleased but that you were not allowed in his office or his bedroom.

‘Your bedroom? Will we not be sharing a bedroom?’ you asked, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘No Y/N, we will not be sharing a bedroom’ Tommy said before showing you your bedroom. You were relieved to say the least.

‘You can redecorate it if you like’ Tommy said as he opened the door.

Your bedroom was large, with a study desk and your own bathroom attached to it.

It was well decorated and felt warm and welcoming.

‘Thank you’ you said turning around, causing Tommy to nod.

‘I have some work to do now. If you need anything, please call for one of the maids’ Tommy said as he excused himself.

‘Goodnight Thomas’ you said, receiving no response.

After Tommy left, you changed into your nightgown and lied down on your bed. But, there was no way that you could fall asleep just yet. You still felt uncomfortable and out of place.

After about thirty minutes, you decided to get up and make yourself a cup of tea. You weren’t used to be served by maids and enjoyed doing things for yourself.

As you wandered through the house towards the kitchen, you heard noises coming from one of the hallways.

Intrigued, you followed the hallway and observed that there was light shining from the reading room which was also where the noises came from.

You carefully approached the room, glancing in from the distance.

This when you saw Tommy, still wearing his suit while being intimate with the young blonde maid Marie to whom you were introduced earlier that evening.

Keeping quiet, you couldn’t help but stare at them.

Marie was being bent over the big oak study desk while Tommy was behind her, thrusting into her harshly and almost emotionless.

He held onto her hips tightly while she was moaning, digging her nails into the solid oak.

After five minutes of observation, you had enough and quietly walked to the kitchen where you boiled the kettle and made yourself a tea.

‘Mrs Shelby, I could have done this for you’ Francis said, startling you as you poured the hot water into the teapot.

‘That’s quite alright Francis. In fact, I enjoy being in the kitchen. Perhaps, if Thomas allows it, I could cook dinner one night?’ you said, waiting for some kind of approval.

‘That would be lovely Mrs Shelby’ Francis said before you excused yourself.

As you returned to your room you couldn’t help but think about Tommy and Marie. By no means did you blame him. But you also couldn’t help it but wonder why he didn’t take any desire in you. Did he rather want to sleep with his maid than his wife?

Was it that he disliked you or was it that he was trying to be kind, not making any advances towards you because you were forced into this marriage.

The next morning you woke at 7am after spending most of the night pondering about your future as Thomas Shelby’s wife.

After you got dressed, you walked downstairs and joined your husband for breakfast.

‘Good Morning’ you said as you sat down.

‘Good Morning Y/N’ Tommy said, glancing up from his newspaper for a moment to make eye contact with you.

‘Have you slept alright?’ he then asked.

‘Yes, thank you. The bed is very comfortable’ you said shyly.

‘That’s good’ Tommy said before continuing to read the paper.

This was all you spoke as you quietly ate your breakfast.

The next few weeks were just as quiet.

Tommy ignored you for the most part and continued to engage in sexual encounters with Marie. The worst of it was that he didn’t even bother to hide it from you.

Sometimes they would do it in the reading room, sometimes in one of the guest rooms and occasionally even in the stables.

You couldn’t help it but ask Francis about her and Francis told you that she had only been employed by Tommy for the past eight weeks. She was French and her breakfast was terrible. Clearly, she had other talents which kept your husband happy.

Just as you were in the reading room yourself, looking for a particular book, Tommy approached you.

‘Do you play chess?’ he asked.

‘Do I play chess?’ you asked surprised, closing your book. He didn’t talk to you for weeks and this was the question he wanted asked you? You were in disbelieve.

‘Yes, do you play?’ Tommy asked again as he poured himself a glass of Whiskey.

‘Yes, I do, would you like a game?’ you asked.

‘Yes, I’ve been learning. It’s somewhat boring but also extremely satisfying’ Tommy said, making you laugh.

‘It’s strategic, that’s probably why you enjoy it’ you said while you brushed your hair out of your face.

‘Please’ Tommy said as he turned around the chessboard on the coffee table, indicating for you to make your first move and begin the game.

You made your move and noticed that Tommy’s eyes wandered over to you rather than the chessboard, causing you to blush.

You played for about twenty minutes and began to make conversation, which is when you realised that Tommy had been observing you and taken an interest in what you might like.

‘I am thinking about getting another race horse’ Tommy said. ‘Perhaps you could help me choose one’ he added.

‘Me? Choose a horse?’ you asked surprised.

‘Yes. I noticed that you have taken an interest in the horses and I would like you to accompany me to the upcoming auction’ Tommy said. ‘It would be in my best interest to attend this event with my wife’ he added to justify his request.

‘I would love to attend with you’ you said with a smile.

‘There will be other members of parliament attending the auction and there will be a function afterwards. You will need to buy yourself a dress. Elegant, but simple’ Tommy said as he handed you some money.

‘Alright’ you said before moving your queen. Tommy clearly hasn’t been paying attention to the game.

‘Checkmate’ you grinned.

‘Well well, you just beat me at chess’ Tommy said as Francis walked in to the room with some tea for you.

‘Your wife is a smart woman Mr Shelby’ Francis said, giving you a wink.

‘I’ve noticed. Now would you excuse me, I have some more work to do’ Tommy said, smiling at you for the very first time.

The next day you drove into town to buy yourself a dress. By that time you had already done your research on the horses available for auction and the one you had your eye on was called ‘Emerald’.

It won two races quite recently and was slightly more expensive than the budget Tommy had given you.

With that in mind, you considered it to be fitting to purchase an emerald green dress, elegant but yet simple, just as Tommy had requested.

Over the next week, leading up to the auction, Tommy and you played chess almost every day. He hated losing and was determined to eventually beat you.

Even before the auction, he demanded a game and you made sure that you were ready for him.

A gasp escaped Tommy as you entered the reading room wearing your emerald green dress.

‘Is that alright for the auction?’ you asked shyly, wanting to ensure that Tommy approves of the dress.

‘Just missing one small detail Mrs Shelby’ he said as he handed you a box covered with black satin.

You opened the box and, inside, there was a diamond necklace with matching earrings.

‘Thomas’ you said, being stunned by the pieces of jewellery.

‘You will need to fit in Y/N. After all, you are my wife’ Tommy said as you turned around and he placed the neckless onto your neck.

After you looked at yourself in the mirror, you and Tommy played a quick game of chess before making your way to the car and drive to the auction.

At the auction, Tommy introduced you to everyone as his wife but, as usual, he kept his gestures to a minimum. He held your hand once, maybe twice, for show.

You were well spoken and engaged with the other politicians’ wives. The topics that were spoken about were of no real interest to you, but you played along for Tommy’s sake.

Later, at the function, you mingled with the same women while Tommy engaged in pollical discussions with members of parliament and judges.

You couldn’t wait for the night to be over, you were bored beyond belief.

Finally, Tommy told you that it was time for you to leave. He had further business to attend to at the Garrison and you requested that he take you along.

He reluctantly agreed and, as you arrived, the Garrison was packed with drunk men.

You were glad to see Polly and Ada again as you arrived and engaged into conversations with them before their business meeting with Tommy.

But just as Tommy turned his back on you and gave some instructions to Arthur, you were approached by another patron.

‘Good Day Love’ he said, not receiving any reaction from you.

‘Woman, I am talking to you’ he said harshly after you tried hard to ignore him.

‘Sir, please leave me alone’ you said patiently as, all of a sudden, he grabbed your wrist harshly.

‘Love, I can pay well you know. So, whatever offer you have for tonight, I will double it. It is rare to find a whore as pretty and clean as you’ the man said.

‘Get your hand of me. I am not a whore’ you said as, all of a sudden, you heard Tommy approach.

‘Ay, this is my wife you are talking to’ Tommy said harshly, pointing his gun at the man.

‘Mr Shelby’ the man said with a scared voice.

‘Now apologise to her and then fuck off before I blow your head off’ Tommy said angrily.

‘My apologies Mrs Shelby, I didn’t know’ the man said with embarrassment, his pants wet before he made a run for the door.

‘Did he just piss himself?’ Arthur said with laughter as he gave Tommy a nudge.

‘Fucking hell…this is no place for woman like you Mrs Shelby’ Arthur laughed but you weren’t in the mood for jokes. The man had grabbed your wrist harshly and you were somewhat scared by his determination.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked, his hands running over your upper arms.

‘I am fine Tommy. I am sure it was just a misunderstanding’ you smiled.

‘I don’t care. No one speaks to my wife like this’ he said.

‘Now let’s get you a drink, ey? What would you like?’ Tommy asked.

‘Whiskey please’ you responded.

‘Irish or Scotch?’ Tommy asked.

‘Irish’ you responded.

‘Well, we have something in common then’ Tommy said with a smile as he asked you to join him for the business meeting.

‘Perhaps we are yet to discover a lot about each other’ you said, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘Most people do this before they get married’ Tommy said as you followed him.

You stayed at the Garrison for another hour before you made your back to the house.

The drive was much more pleasant than before and, even though you may never be lovers, you had now found things to speak about with each other.

‘Will you have another glass of whiskey with me?’ you asked Tommy as you arrived at the house and he handed Francis both of your coats.

‘I suppose why not’ Tommy said as he walked you to the living room.

Tommy poured each of you a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the lounge next to you.

‘I enjoyed today, thank you’ you said.

‘And I enjoyed your company. You did well with all of these arrogant bastards’ Tommy smirked, causing you both to laugh.

‘You don’t like politicians much do you?’ you asked.

‘No, I fucking hate them’ Tommy smirked, causing you to laugh again. After all, he was one of them.

You talked about politics and horses for quite some time until you changed the topic.

���Tommy?’ you said all of the blue, before pausing.

‘Yes?’ he asked curiously.

‘It is none of my business but, do you love her?’ you asked.

‘Love who?’ Tommy responded.

‘Marie. I know you have been sleeping with her’ you said.

‘No, I do not love her. I do however enjoy her company, although not so much for making conversation’ Tommy said with a chuckle.

‘Do you enjoy my company?’ you asked shyly, looking down at your glass.

‘In a different way, I do’ Tommy said.

‘In a different way, but not in the way a husband enjoys the company of his wife’ you said.

‘Listen, Y/N, neither of us have asked for this marriage. It was your father who insisted and the business between me and your father is extremely lucrative as you know. If I would have known that you are…’ Tommy said, and before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him.

‘That I am so young?’ you asked before pausing, causing Tommy to sigh. ‘If you would have known, you would have forgone the deal?’ you added.

‘I would have asked your father to consider a more suitable match, a trusted man of mine closer to your age’ Tommy said.

‘Well, it is what it is Tommy. There is no turning back now’ you said, taking another sip of your Whisky, before standing up.

‘I think Marie is waiting for you’ you smirked before excusing yourself.

As you walked to your room, tears were running down your face. You couldn’t help it but, for some reason, you wanted Tommy to be a husband to you.

Were you falling in love with him, the man you were being forced to marry? Are you asking for the impossible? Being loved by a man like Thomas Shelby?

You were devastated by thoughts that he would rather be with his maid than with his wife and wondered why he didn’t see you the way you now wanted to be seen.

First fearful about being with him, you now wanted to be with him and you certainly didn’t want him to be with your maid.

As you went to bed that night, you remembered what your mother had told you about keeping your husband happy in order to achieve a fruitful marriage.

You also remembered that, when your mother and father were in disagreement about matters or your mother was worried about your father’s indiscretions, she would add a little spark to their marriage with a nice meal and paying her wifely duties.

With that in mind, you decided to take things further the following week after Tommy returns from his business trip.

Part Two

‘Good Evening Mr Shelby, how as your trip?’ Francis asked as Tommy arrived back home.

‘Fine, thank you’ Tommy said, handing Francis his coat while Marie grabbed Tommy’s bag.

‘Mrs Shelby prepared dinner sir’ Francis said.

‘She did?’ Tommy asked surprised.

‘Yes, sir. She is waiting for you in the dining room’ Francis said.

‘Do we have guests?’ Tommy asked, causing Francis to shake her head.

‘No sir, just you and Mrs Shelby and she said that you do not wish to disturbed’ Francis said, causing Tommy ponder before he excused Francis, allowing her to finish some of her chores.

‘Will I see you later Thomas?’ Marie asked, causing Tommy to nod before walking to the dining room.

As he entered the dining room, he saw you sitting at the table wearing a beautiful but yet revealing black satin dress and the diamonds he had bought for you to wear at the auction.

Your hair was open, long curls falling over your shoulder.

You were wearing dark eye shadow and red lipstick and your skin smelled like musk and flowers.

‘Good Evening Thomas’ you said with a smile.

‘Is this a special occasion?’ Tommy asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘No, I just thought I would cook something nice for my husband’ you smirked before calling Marie for some wine and telling her that she may serve dinner.

‘You know she will probably burn whatever you prepared’ Tommy said jokingly. He knew that you were very well aware that serving food and food preparation wasn’t one of her chores.

‘I am sure she’s got other qualities’ you said cheekily.

As you talked and ate together, you discovered that Tommy had a pretty bad week.

Amongst other things, he told you about a man called Mosley whom he had met in London two days ago and problems with one of the judges. After that, you moved on to discuss more pleasant matters.

‘Would you like a game of chess and a whiskey to end the day?’ you asked as hours had paused.

‘Alright’ Tommy said and it wasn’t until you got up from your chair and walked with him towards the reading room that he saw the entirety of your dress, which complimented your curves.

‘You look beautiful in this dress Y/N’ Tommy said, not sure what else to say in that moment.

‘We have been married for 6 weeks now and this is the first time you have complimented me’ you said with a smile.

‘I didn’t consider it to be appropriate’ Tommy said as he sat down next to you, handing you a glass of whiskey.

‘I am your wife Tommy’ you smiled. ‘Do you not find me attractive?’ you asked.

‘I do. But, considering the circumstances surrounding our marriage and your age, making any advance towards you would have interfered with my conscience ‘Tommy said.

‘And I am grateful for that Tommy. But, whilst I can be in a loveless marriage, I cannot be in a marriage without any emotion at all’ you said suggestively.

‘So, what do you suggest?’ Tommy asked.

‘I suggest that we consummate our marriage and give it the chance it deserves’ you said, causing Tommy to chuckle.

‘Consummate our marriage, ey?’ Tommy said. He was surprised by your proposal.

‘Yes, unless you rather fuck your maid than your wife’ you said sheepishly and with a smirk. It was clear to Tommy that you were being sarcastic and he began to like this mischievous side of you.

‘Well then Mrs Shelby, shall we go to my room or yours?’ Tommy smirked.

‘Mine’ you said determined as you stood up and offered him your hand.

As you and Tommy arrived at your bedroom, Tommy closed the door behind you while you crossed to the bed to turn on the bedside lamp.

The light was just enough to show him all that he needed to see and no more than you wished to reveal.

Tommy walked over towards you as you stood next to the bed.

Leaning in from behind you, he swept your hair over one of your shoulders and pressed a kiss against the back of your neck while one of his hands dragged the zipper of your dress down tooth by tooth.

Slipping his hands beneath the fine satin, Tommy pushed the dress downward and letting it fall to the ground.

Taking a step back, he admired you, studying every tiny detail of your entire body.

Watching you turn, Tommy reached out and a smile flitted across his lips when you slid your hand into his before stepping up flush against him.

‘You haven’t even kissed your wife yet’ you said shyly before leaning in and pressing your lips on Tommy’s lips.

His lips were soft and tasted like Whiskey. He was a good kisser and it wasn’t long until his tongue found its way into your mouth.

The kiss soon became urgent and heated while Tommy’s hands moved behind your back, unclipping your bra. It landed on the floor right next to your dress.  

His hands were urgently exploring every part of you and you could feel his erection press against you.

As he ran his hands over your firm breasts and breathed deeply, it was clear to you now that he desired you.

‘Tommy?’ you said with a hasty voice as his hand wandered lower, wanting him to slow down. Your heart was pounding by that time and some apprehension had set in.

‘Yes’ Tommy said while he took off his shirt, letting it join your dress in holy matrimony.

‘I haven’t done this before’ you said with some embarrassment as you rested your hands on his bare chest while your eyes were exploring his tattoos.

‘You have never had sex before?’ Tommy asked with slight worry in his voice, causing you to bite your lip and shake your head.

‘Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Tommy asked, running his hand gently over your cheek.

‘Yes Tommy, I am sure. I want to be yours’ you said.

‘You are mine regardless Y/N’ Tommy said with a slight laugh as he caressed your face. In his mind, he had already claimed you. You were his wife.

‘Please Tommy, I want you’ you said with a smile.

‘Alright, I will take it slow then but you must tell me if I hurt you’ Tommy said concerned, causing you to nod. It’s been over 20 years since he had been anyone’s first and this was not something he expected having to encounter again.

Tommy’s touch became gentler almost immediately and you loved the softness of his fingertips on your skin.

His fingers were exploring every corner of your body, for now steering clear from your most intimate parts, while your tongues danced in sync with each other.  

After some more passionate kisses, you let your eyes rove over the expanse of his chest and down the ridges in his torso, which was an area of his body you didn’t dare to look at until then.

You bit the corner of your lip shyly as you pushed the zipper of his pants down with a single fingertip, the fingers of your other hand relieving the button.

You almost let out a soft laugh when Tommy let out a sigh of relief as the pressure lightened considerably around his bulge which was now hidden only behind the thin fabric of his briefs.

Even through the fabric, he seemed huge and for a moment you doubted your decision but then you looked up at him and every ounce of niggling doubt was erased from your mind as his blue eyes gazed into yours.

Tommy stepped out of his shoes and let his trousers nose-dive to the ground as he stepped forward, guiding you back to the bed that stood center stage in the gigantic room.

Brushing his fingertips across your cheek, Tommy rubbed the curve of your side and laid you gently back on the bed.

‘I think I got lucky, having such a beautiful wife’ Tommy said as he lowered himself onto the bed and before exchanging another passionate kiss with you.

Tommy’s lips soon made their way from your mouth to your neck and then over to your breasts.

Every little kiss or touch made your heart gallop within your chest, your blood pounding through your veins, soaring through your body at speeds greater than that of light or sound, or so it felt.

Brushing your fingers through Tommy’s hair as he explored your body, you caressed his cheek and stared down at him, your hips rising subconsciously as Tommy teased the soft skin of your abdomen with tiny kisses and nibbles.

There was a fleeting moment of second guessing when Tommy’s fingertips edged beneath the lacey edge of your panties but as soon as he kissed the skin he revealed it was gone.

Your hips were again rising as Tommy removed the scrap of dark fabric from the apex of your thighs to reveal a silky smooth mound of flesh and the now engorged rosebud of your clit.

Hearing him gasp at the sight, you blushed but followed it with a moan as Tommy leaned down and kissed it once, the length of his tongue sweeping out to take a taste of your secret delicacy.

This was something you didn’t expect. What on earth was he doing?

As you were completely naked before him and he was so close to your most intimate parts, you felt more vulnerable than you had ever been in your entire life but you didn't regret it.

Everything that Tommy did to you in that moment made you jump out of your skin in the most wonderful ways possible.

After he gently ran his tongue over your slit a few times, Tommy told you to relax as he pulled gently at your leg and you slowly let them fall open.

You tried hard not to tense up and, even though you didn't know what he was planning on doing, what he did so far felt good so you were willing to give all of yourself to him.

‘That’s it’ Tommy said after you took a deep breath and relaxed your body.

Tommy took this moment to dip his tongue inside of you gently, causing a loud moan to escape you.

His tongue was skilled, moving in and of you slightly while his hands pressed your legs apart gently.

Tommy then moved his tongue over your clit, flicking it slightly and causing you to make a high pitch noise of some sort.

‘Tommy’ you moaned at the sensation. It was almost too intense.

You closed your eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through your body while Tommy kept pleasuring you with his tongue.

When Tommy's fingers finally brushed against your entrance to join his tongue, you gasped and jumped.

‘Tommy’ you moaned but were also slightly worried about what he might do with his fingers.

Tommy’s erection was throbbing from within his briefs but he knew very well that he would have to take it very slow. As much as he wanted to be inside of you right then and there, he was aware that there was some preparation to be done.

With trembling fingers Tommy gently spread your virgin lips open and let his finger brush against your clit while his tongue continued to run through your folds.

He heard her sharp intake of breath from you when he guided his finger inside of you carefully while his tongue played with your clit.

By that time, you were soaked and he could feel the juices coating his finger.

As he pushed his finger deeper inside of you, he could hear your soft cry of surprise and you arched your back up suddenly.

‘Just relax’ Tommy said as he could feel no resistance inside of you.

He pressed you gently back to the bed and dropped more kisses against your virgin lips before circling against your clit again.

You closed your eyes tight and held your body completely still.

‘Tommy, oh god’ you moaned as he moved his finger in and out of you slowly, over and over again.

You were tight around his finger and had no idea how he would possibly fit his cock inside of you.

It wasn’t long until you moved your hips upward, showing Tommy that you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

Tommy sucked hard at your clit, loving it with his tongue as he slid a second finger inside of you carefully and started sawing it in and out.

‘Tommy’ you cringed at the pressure, causing him to slow down again and holding his fingers steady until the pressure eased.

When he could feel you relax, he began moving his fingers in and out of you again and it wasn’t long until you felt a very unfamiliar tightening in your belly.

‘Tommy, oh my god, please don’t stop’ you begged as your breathing started coming out heavier.

Unlike you, Tommy knew that you were close to having an orgasm and he increased the pressure of his tongue around your clit while continuing to move his fingers in and out of you.

Still unsure about what was happening inside of you, you grabbed onto the sheets as, suddenly, a feeling of ecstasy rushed through you.

‘Tommy, fuck’ you screamed, not being able to control yourself while your orgasm washed over you.

Tommy couldn’t help but smile against your flesh as you coated his fingers in your juices.

After you had come down from your high, Tommy slowly pulled his fingers out of you and moved up the bed to kiss you passionately.

You could taste yourself on Tommy’s lips. It was strange, but you enjoyed it.

‘I don’t know what just happened. I hope the maids didn’t hear me’ you said totally embarrassed as your lips drifted apart.

‘If they didn’t then they are clearly deaf’ Tommy laughed.

‘Oh my god, how embarrassing’ you said. ‘I didn’t expect…’ you said, and before you could finish your sentence, Tommy interrupted you.

‘You didn’t expect it to feel that good?’ Tommy asked, causing you to shake your head.

‘Well, Mrs Shelby, I will make you feel good every day from now on’ Tommy grinned before kissing you again.

‘Is that a promise Mr Shelby?’ you asked in between more passionate kisses while your hand moved in between his legs and beneath his briefs.

‘It’s a promise’ Tommy said as he let out a small groan as you began to stroke his hard cock.

He was thicker than you had expected and your nervousness returned in an instant as he took off his briefs.

‘We can wait if you want’ Tommy said as you continued to stroke his hard cock with your hand.

‘No Tommy, I want to feel all of you’ you said with a gentle voice before Tommy ran his hands lovingly over your legs, pushing them apart all the way, much further than he did earlier.

You took in a deep breath as you gazed into Tommy’s blue eyes while he rested himself in between your legs.

He smiled and kissed you softly. You knew that, what was about to follow would hurt. Nonetheless, you wanted him inside of you so badly.

‘We will take it slow, alright?’ Tommy said with a reassuring voice.

You brought your arms up around Tommy’s neck and pulled his lips to yours, kissing him softly once again.

‘I trust you’ you said, looking deep into his eyes after your lips drifted apart.

With his look fixated on you, Tommy reached down between your legs and grasped his cock in his hand before rubbing his tip against your soaking entrance.  

You moaned softly as you felt the head of his cock pressing against you. But, as soon as you could feel him push inside of you, you inhaled roughly.

‘Tommy’ you moaned as he slowly pressed forward with his hips.

 You couldn’t help it but gasp as you felt him start to enter you.

You dug your hands into his shoulder and held onto him tightly as you felt yourself being stretched.

‘Fuck’ Tommy groaned lightly, trying to force himself to go slow. It took more willpower than he had expected not to simply plunge into you as you were incredibly tight around him.

Pushing into you slowly, inch by inch, he finally felt your barrier. He stopped and looked down at you.

You gave your husband the look of approval as you tightened the hold on his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Tommy leaned down, pressing his lips onto yours just before he nudged forward and slipped past that barrier.

As your fingernails dug into the flesh on his shoulders, Tommy swallowed your moan that was different from all the others you let loose earlier that night.

It was indeed painful and some small tears escaped your eyes as he filled you completely.

Tommy kissed away your tears before cradling you against him as he paused once more, giving you some time to adjust.

It was killing him to hold still but he wanted to wait until you were ready.

As you adjusted to him inside of you, the last sliver of pain disappeared and was overtaken by pleasure.

Tommy could feel you starting to relax and move beneath him as he continued to place small kisses on your neck.

He moaned as he felt your small movements and it tugged on his cock.

It wasn’t long until he began to move himself, small and gentle thrusts to start with.

Your thighs clenched and your toes flexed, your hips rising in vain to meet his again only to be pressed back into the bed when he sank back into you.

‘Oh god Tommy’ you moaned loudly. You could've screamed right then and there, from the highest point on the face of the earth, from the insane amount of pleasure you felt.

‘You are so god damn beautiful’ Tommy said as he continued to thrust into, picking up in speed and force.

Your nipples grazed his chest every time your hips collided as your movements became syntonised with his.

Every movement he made, no matter how small, brought a new sound out of you, your voice cresting and dropping to new highs and lows that you never even thought you would reach let alone soar passed regularly.

His thrusts soon became more urgent and you pressed into him firmly, wanting him to burry himself into you over and over again.

By that time, you had lost count of how many times the pressure had built within the cradle of your hips only to explode like a weapon of mass destruction, bringing copious amounts of toe-curling, eye-clenching amounts of pleasure so great that it seemed impossible that the next surge would ever top its predecessor.

By the sounds of your moans, Tommy knew that you were getting close to another orgasm and he was getting so close himself.

He held tight to your hips as he drove hard and fast in and out of you, making you whimper with need.

‘Oh my god Tommy, yes’ you moaned and begged slamming back against him the best you could.

Your body was wound so tight you felt like your body was going to come apart any second.

Your legs began to shiver and your walls were tightening around him as your orgasm came at you like a freight train.

‘Tommy’ you screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him over the edge also.

You came in sync with each other and, with the next thrust, he filled you with his warm cum and coated your insides, flooding you just as you did the exact same thing to him.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he moaned as his thrusts became sloppier while you both came down from your highs.

Moments later, Tommy collapsed next to you before pulling you closer for a kiss.

‘Are you alright?’ Tommy asked, running his hands over your cheek.

‘Yes’ you said quietly but with a big smile on your face.

‘The next time will be easier’ Tommy said, causing your eyes to light up.

‘You know I will hold you to the promise you made me earlier Tommy’ you said.

‘I was hoping that you would’ he grinned before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you onto his chest.

‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ you said as Tommy was brushing through your hair with his fingers.

‘Yes. Tonight and every night from now on if you want me to’ Tommy said gently.

Your body felt relaxed and at ease and, for the first time in six weeks, you felt comfortable in your own bed with your husband right beside you.

That night, he showed you a side of himself you hadn’t seen before, a side you were seeing yourself fall in love with it.

With Tommy holding you close, it wasn’t long until you drifted off to sleep.

But you weren’t the only who felt relaxed and at ease.

Tommy watched you sink into your dreams and a smile emerged on his face. He felt a familiar warmth washing over him, something he thought he wouldn’t be able to feel again.

As he turned off the bedside lamp, he felt a happiness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Unlike other nights, he wasn’t afraid to drift off to sleep because he knew that, tonight, there would be no nightmares and no memories of Grace, there would only be you.

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Manhunt

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Requested by: anon ‘Hey, I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a Tommy Shelby fic where y/n gets kidnapped, please? Maybe Tommy’s getting extremely angry and worried and only calms down when he gets her back. Of course it’s up to you. Female reader if possible. Thank you so much :)’

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, swearing, injury (result of knife, beatings)

Bold italics = flashback

Gif creds to owner

“Where the fuck’ve you been?” Polly demanded from her desk, arms folded and lips pursed as Tommy stumbled through the door.

“Ah, let him be, Pol,” Arthur grinned, clapping him on the back. “Reckon his head’s still on his honeymoon. Been stuck in bed with the missus all morning, eh, brother?”

Tommy smirked boyishly. “No. Fuckin’ car broke down. Anyway, YN left ours hours ago, said she was seeing Ada before she buggers back off to London,”

At that moment, Ada walked through the door, holding one of John and Esme’s kids on her hip, bouncing him gently. “I haven’t seen YN today, Tom. Didn’t show up to our reservation in that nice cafe. Haven’t heard from her, so I just thought she was with you,”

Tommy frowned deeply. “But... she left at half eight to catch the bus. I told her I’d give her a lift but she said she needed to run a few errands before she met up with you,” he checked his pocket watch quickly. “It’s gone noon. Are you lot sure you haven’t heard from or seen her?”

“Tom, it’s fine, she’s probably just caught up in the shops or something,” John said, lighting a cigarette.

“No. It’s not fucking fine, Johnboy. She left at half eight this morning, stood Ada up in her favourite cafe- and she’s been going on about it for weeks- and no one has seen hide nor hair of her for hours. Something’s wrong,”

Jaw set harshly, Tommy strode out of the betting shop, closely followed by his brothers. “Oi! Finn. Run and tell Sergeant Moss that I said to have a search party out. Tell him YN’s missing. Then on your way back, go to Charlie’s yard and tell him to keep an eye on the canals for her, alright. Good lad,” Finn nodded and began to run as fast as his legs would carry him.

“What about us, Tommy?” Arthur said. “Tell us what to do,”

***

Slowly, your eyes opened, though you still couldn’t see anything- a length of fabric covered your eyes, blocking out all light. Every inch of your body ached, and you became vaguely aware of the stinging sensation at your wrists- they were bound behind your back, the tightly knitted rope rubbing your skin raw. Judging by the slight jostling movement of your body and the hum of an engine below you, you were in a vehicle, being driven god knows where.

Deciding to keep quiet, you took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, trying your hardest to recall the previous hours...

***

“I’ll see you later, Tom,” you smiled, giving your grinning husband a final kiss goodbye before setting off to the bus stop. Tommy had offered you a lift, but you declined, saying something about errands and scenery. It was an alright day, by British standards, the sun trying its hardest to peak through the thin clouds.

You were halfway to the bus stop when you felt a presence behind you. Hurrying your steps a little more, knowing the old gentleman from the village would likely be at the stop for his weekly shop, if you could just get around this bend, you dared a look behind you, before colliding head on with something- or rather someone.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” you said, making to step around him, but his arms shot out, grasping onto you while the man behind you yanked a fistful of your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“Don’t you worry, Shelby,” he said, a slight accent lacing his low voice. “You will be,”

You tried to stamp your heels down on the attackers’ shins, you made to bite the hands closest to your face, to wriggle as much as you could. As you began to scream, a damp cloth was held over your nose and mouth, making your eyes roll back and your body slacken, allowing the two men to drag you to their vehicle, hidden by the shrubbery and blossoming trees and the loud caws of the birds.

***

Tommy was in full panic mode. He had Peaky Blinders scouring the whole of Birmingham, Sergeant Moss had managed to telephone the London police and have a telegram sent to every constabulary in the country to keep an eye out. Johnny Doggs had the Lee boys out, and Charlie was stopping every boat the passed through the cut.

Tommy kicked the table in the betting shop, sending papers and coins flying. “Where the fuck is she?” He roared, eyes flashing with some anger, but mostly fear.

“We’re doing everything we can, Thomas,” Polly said firmly, patting her nephews back and pushing a cup of tea into his hands. “It’s well sugared. You need the energy,”

“It’s not fucking enough!” He yelled, taking one sip of the tea before slamming the cup down, sloshing the table. “She could be anywhere and we’re sat here like idiots!”

Polly sighed, retreating to man the phone, waiting for someone, anyone to phone with knowledge of your whereabouts.

“It’ll be alright, brother,” John said. “Esme’s down with the Lees making sure none of them are sat twiddling their thumbs. Moss has every copper in Birmingham on the case. Even the London coppers are looking for a Shelby, and their almost all under Solomons and Sabini,”

Tommy was quiet for a moment before he looked between his brothers. “Solomons and Sabini...” he said slowly, processing the information before his face hardened.

“Solomons is a mad bastard,” Arthur said quietly.

“Right. Car, now. We’re going to London,”

***

The blind fold was removed, but you still couldn’t see much. One of your eyes was swollen shut, and the room you were in was plunged in almost complete darkness. Your hands were still tied, only now they (along with your ankles) were bound to a chair. You tried to shuffle the chair along, but it made a loud grating scraping noise, and caused a blinding pain to shoot through your nerves. Something was definitely broken.

“Shelby,”

The voices echoed around the room as you heard the men draw closer, their footsteps rapping sharply against the concrete ground. You strained your good eye, trying to make out their faces, but you could only make out vague face shapes, plunged in shadows.

“I told you, I don’t have any information!” You said urgently, preparing yourself for another punch or kick.

It didn’t come. Instead you felt the cold edge of a thin blade pressing against your swollen cheek. He dragged the blade slowly and you hissed as your cheek bloomed with stinging pain, feeling your hot blood trickle down your face and neck.

“We don’t want information,” the other man said lowly as you felt the tip of the knife press against your neck briefly. You held your breath, preparing for the worst, before the blade dropped. You let out a shaky breath of relief, which quickly turned into a groan of pain as a thick finger dragged along the fresh wound. “We don’t need one of Shelby’s whores for information,” you shut your eyes tightly, willing your tears not to fall. “We want to destroy Tommy Shelby,”

***

“Thomas! Thomas! Stop the fucking car now!”

The car squealed to a halt and Tommy almost tripped over his own feet in his haste. “This had better be good, Pol,” he growled, grabbing hold of the phone. “Speaking,”

“That you, Tommy?”

Tommy gritted his teeth. “Aye, Solomons. Make it quick. I’ve no time for business now,”

“Yeah, I know, right. Right fuckin’ fuss you’ve kicked up, yeah. Looking for that wife of yours, I heard. Well, Tommy, my coppers have been out and about , right, searchin’ high and fuckin’ low. Found nothin’ right,”

“Alfie,” tommy hissed. “I’m on my way down to London, now. If you’ve got no information, I don’t wanna hear any of your fuckin’ stories, alright?”

“Oi, you watch your tone, Tommy. I’m getting there. See now, Ollie’s missus’s got a friend whose friend is the wife of a fuckin’ wop, right. She says, right, that your wife, YN, had been on Sabini’s fuckin’ hit list from the very start. He’s got his coppers trying to dismiss this ever so mysterious disappearance, right. But my coppers, yeah, Tommy, you followin’?”

“I’m following,” tommy said through gritted teeth.

“Right, well my coppers have received a tip off from one of Sabini’s coppers that there’s some funny business going on in the old abandoned warehouse, you know the one, the one up in Cheltenham, what the anarchists set fire to,”

“You sure, Alfie?”

“Course I’m fuckin’ sure. Off you go, Tommy,”

***

How long you had been on the floor for, you had no idea. Your arms and legs were no longer bound- not that it made any difference. You couldn’t move without a fresh round of pain turning your stomach. Tears mixed with blood on your cheeks; you could barely keep your eyes open; you lay next to a pool of your own vomit due to the pain; your clothes were soaking with your own blood and urine; you were ready to die.

***

Gunshots. Three of them.

Three voices shouting, although you couldn’t distinguish what they were saying.

The door swung open, flooding the room with light. You made to lift your head up off the floor, but sobbed in agony.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

“YN, it’s alright, I’m here! They’re gone, I’ve got you,”

You felt the familiar warm hands on your body, the strong arms lifting you, the distinct smell. But you couldn’t open your eyes- you were simply too tired.

“Tommy...” you breathed, one hand bunched up in his coat.

“Shhh, I’m here, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you help, okay, my love. Don’t you worry one bit, okay?”

You nodded, trusting your eyes to shut, knowing that this time, tommy would be there to shake you awake, preventing you from giving into the darkness.

[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

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Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Thomas Shelby was both the best thing and the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

He was just like a pack of cigarettes, the ones he oh-so-loved. Beautiful, entertaining, addicting— but dangerous at the same time.

You never argued, no, but his lifestyle compared to yours was complete madness. You'd met on the front; you, a nurse, had aided him after he'd gotten an injury on his leg which prevented him from walking properly and therefore could compromise his proficiency at work. After that, he would send you letters any time he was able to do so, and even managed to get you a flower once.

Yet you think we're the same

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

You weren't born in Birmingham, but you were from London. Your family wasn't rich, nor it was poor, hence your mother would say you were “lower middle class”. The aforementioned didn't like Small Heath; she had spent a few years of her life there, and she always said that crime was commonplace and you couldn't trust anyone. You never trusted anyone anyways, so you didn't see the problem in visiting the place.

When Thomas had finally told you where he came from, fearful that it might lead you away, you wrote “Yeah, so?”. He was quite surprised by your reaction, but shrugged his thoughts off immediately. He was too enamoured to think about your provenance, and so were you.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

After the war ended you decided to start officially courting each other (that's what your family wanted after all), and you both felt happy. You imagined having children, two or three at least, and Tommy promised countless times that he would provide for you and give you the best things he would.

The Peaky Blinders and the whole of Small Heath started feeling more like home, and the women of the family had welcomed you with open arms. Especially Polly.

Unfortunately, you were too enamoured to see that there was something Thomas kept hidden. It was something a handful of people knew, that not even Polly was aware of at first. She suspected that he had an affair, that he was messing around with that blonde-haired bartender at the Garrison; hence, she warned you. “I don't care whether he's my nephew or not, y/n” she'd said “You don't deserve to be treated like this”

You couldn't bear to live in doubt. Therefore, on a rainy day, knowing that the Peaky boys were at the Garrison, you walked there and asked to talk to Thomas. At first, Harry was hesitant to let you in, but your glare and ominous-looking hat that you were wearing convinced him otherwise.

And so you confronted Thomas. You both went outside, in the pouring rain, and you demanded an explanation.

“What's wrong with you, Tommy?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're hiding something from me. Pol told me, and I want to know. Are you fucking around with Grace or not?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Of course not!”

“You really think I would cheat on you with a fuckin' barmaid? You think so lowly of me? You consider me to be a kind of husband that cheats on his wife just because?”

“No, but Polly—”

“It's not about Grace, y/n! There's something hidden— a cargo, something very big, and I don't want you to get hurt! Do you understand?”

“Yes. However, I don't like that you don't tell me things. I decided to be with you, didn't I? I accepted to become part of this. I am aware of the risks that there are in being a Peaky Blinder, and I don't want to think that you're cheating on me when it's just really something harmless”

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Thomas loved you more than ever. He did, really. And so did you.

You started going to the Garrison more often, and Thomas chuckled when he saw you talking with Grace. He knew what you were doing— analyzing her, that is— and he could notice that the blonde-haired woman was doing the same to you.

What Thomas found so attractive in you, she couldn't understand. But as much as she tried to, she couldn't get under Thomas's skin.

He was too in love with you, too enthralled by your smile and your beautiful eyes filled with curiosity. Sometimes, he said, it seemed like you were a baby seeing things for the first time.

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

After some time, in late October 1920, Thomas asked you to be his wife and you got married not soon after. You felt like bursting with happiness— you were going to be officially a Shelby, finally!

But what you didn't know that marriage was going to be your downfall. Marrying Thomas was a great deal, and it caught the attention of lots of people— both good and bad. The whole family vowed to protect you, the girl coming from London that got the heart of a Small Heath boy, but there were times in which it was inevitable for you to get hurt.

Thomas was a great man, you were aware of that. And you were also aware of the fact that he was awfully good-looking and the eyes of every woman in the society were on him.

In the bathrooms, when you went to restaurants or pubs of any kind, you heard the voices of those harpies saying that he deserved something more— not a grey Londoner who was surely after his wealth and prestige. Little did they know, you'd met him way before the Blinders became as powerful as they were in that moment.

Nonetheless, it made you feel sick to the stomach. People's words were like a Black Widow's bite— it hurt you deeply. You never told Thomas, in fear that he might have overreacted or something, but be noticed nevertheless.

You were his wife after all. His one and only, his true love.

And he was your husband. The man who'd turned your world upside down. The man who had promised you the world and handed it to you, just like that. He was the love of your life, and you were more than proud to say that you were a Shelby.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy