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KEEPER OF MY HEART - TOMMY SHELBY

KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER ONE

I take a deep breath, clutching the job advertisement in my hands.

INNKEEPER NEEDED.

ENQUIRE WITH SHELBY LIMITED. 

I’m new to Small Heath, Birmingham. I’ve only been here a week and I’m desperate for a job. Although I have years of experience keeping my families Pub, I know not many establishments wants a woman as the face of their business. 

I roll my shoulders back, straightening my posture to stand as tall as I possibly can at a mere 5 ft 3. Trying to assert myself in a display of confidence. God knows I’m going to need it.

I force myself forward, pushing the heavy doors open, entering into the Garrison. 

The smell hits me straight away. Cigarette smoke and whiskey. 

It’s weirdly familiar and comforting. 

There is no one at the bar, just a group of men sitting in the middle around a table. Laughing, drinking and smoking.

These must be the Shelby brothers. 

I waits for them to turn to look at me, to address my entrance into the room. To begin the interview. But they don’t.

That is until one of the younger men notices me, and nudges the tall and slim man next to him.

And just like that, all of the men slowly turn their attention towards me. 

I try to ignore their unimpressed gazes. Their eyes looking me up and down judgementally. I give a tight lipped smile, feeling as though a theatre spotlight has just been shone on me. Now is not the time to back down. 

“I’m here for the job interview” 

By the look on their faces, you would have sworn I had spoken in a foreign language. 

Confusion, amusement, prejudice. 

The tall, slim member of the Shelby family speaks first, after what felt like hours of painful silence. 

“I think you’re in the wrong building sweetheart” he says, trying to be nice but unsuccessfully hiding a smirk. 

I knew to expect this. 

I pause before speaking, as I catch the eyes of one of the Shelby’s sitting at the back of the group. He puffs on his cigarette, smoke shrouding his sharp features. Our eyes lock in on one another. How could they not. They’re piercing through the dimly lit building. It takes a lot to make me feel small, but his gaze alone makes me want to shrink. 

I try to offer him a smile, but he doesn’t return it. He just grazes his eyes over me, thinking god knows what. 

I try to shake off the interaction, turning back to the brother at the front.

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right building, Mr Shelby” 

“Well unless you’re… Z Jones…” he says, referring back to the list of applicants on the table beside him, then looking back up to me doubtfully. 

“Yes, thats me” 

“You’re Z Jones?”

“Yes, Zoe Jones”

“Well fuck me” he laughs, entertained and dumbfounded “Z for Zoe Jones” 

I feel a sense of relief. He hasn’t completely kicked me out of the building. And my tactic of not revealing my full name on the application worked. Now I at least have my foot in the door. 

I tempt a quick look at the brother in the back, and he still sits unwavering. Not amused in the slightest like the other men. He hasn’t so much as moved or said a word. He just studies me. 

“And you are aware of the job you have applied for?” The tall brother questions, his amusement morphing into concern.

“Innkeeper, Matron of the bar, Bartender” I list of all the names that this job falls under “I am well aware of the role I will be taking on”

“How old are you sweetheart?” He questions. I knew my age would be in question. But I already have years of experience. 

“Old enough to pour a beer” I retort, smirking. There’s not one question they can throw at me that I haven’t heard before. 

One of the younger brothers smiles, beaming up at me. “I like her Arthur” He tells the eldest brother. So that’s Arthur. The eldest Shelby brother. 

“Shut up John” The older brother nudges his younger brother, who I now know as John. 

But his smile doesn’t fade, in fact, he gives me an encouraging nod. Like he’s rooting for me. 

“Alright I’ll level with you, darling. The kind of crowd we get here is not… they’re not just your usual crowd of singing drunks. We need someone that can handle the money, as well as the fellas that come in here. I don’t doubt that you can pour a beer, but they’re going to take one look at you and chew you up. We need someone that folks will take seriously” 

I just smile back politely. Nodding at his speech. I feel my hopefulness start to falter, but I won’t show them. If I don’t get this job, I will have no where to go with no way to pay my rent. I need this, and they need me. 

“If I could level with you…” I begin, taking a breath before I continue “I’ve worked my fathers pub since I was 14. When he died I took over. Business died off, so I had to sell. I think I’m more than capable. And I say let them underestimate me. With all due respect, sir, letting them underestimate me has been my greatest strength. I can run the money. I can pour beer. I might not be able to fight with my fists, but I’ve never had to. The mind is where half the battle is. I was smart enough to put my name down as Z because I knew if I put my full name down I wouldn’t even get a foot in the door. And I’m not sure what kind of business you’re running here at Shelby Limited, but I know a lot of places deal in secrets. And you’ll be surprised what people will talk about around a woman. What they say when they think you’re not listening because they think you wouldn’t understand. Let them underestimate me. So… if you could just give me one night?” 

The men stare up at me. If they kick me out, at least I stood my ground. They all look around at each other, trying to come up with an answer. 

“Tommy?” Arthur asks, turning to the Shelby who has been sitting stone faced the entire time. 

Thomas Shelby. 

I had done some asking around before I applied for the job. Everyone had a lot to say about the Shelby brothers. But not many could say anything about Thomas. He was the mysterious brother. The silent assassin. Not the oldest, but the leader of the family. What was said about Thomas was much of the same. He’s deadly. He’s a killer. He’s the puppet master of the entire company. 

I straighten my back, trying not to falter or waver underneath his unforgiving gaze. If there’s anyone I need to convince, it’s him. 

He stands, taking a swig of the drink in his glass before he begins to stalk his way towards me. 

His eyes wander all over me, scaling me up and down. Sizing me up. 

The room has fallen silent. Their eyes darting between Thomas and I. 

“Zoe Jones” he repeats my name, inching closer to me. 

“Thomas Shelby” I address him back, unsure of where the courage to do so came from. 

“If anything goes wrong, you’ll pay the price” His voice is husky as he threatens me. This is what I can only assume everyone in town was talking about when I asked about The Shelby Brothers. 

I swallow, trying to find the right words. 

“Good. I like a challenge. But that won’t be necessary” 

I raise my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet his stern gaze. I won’t back down. It’s not even about the job anymore in this moment. I won’t be made to feel small. I know my worth. 

For the entire 10 minutes that I have known Thomas Shelby, he hasn’t shown one ounce of expression on his face, besides slight disapproval at my presence. But for a second, I swear I can see a hint of interest in his eyes when I spoke back. He didn’t expect me to push back when he descended on me with his intense, heaviness. 

“One night” he says finally “Tonight” 

I nod, smiling up at him. 

That’s all I need. 

[editorandchief]

Can you do a shelby brother reader story, reader is older than John but younger than Tommy. The plot happens when the garrison exploded the reader was in the private room at the back of the garrison when it exploded. The other shlby brothers struggle to hurry and get him untrapped from under the ruble with reader's injuries. Good amount of angst and some fluff if possible

Warning: Grief, depression, drinking, PTSD, suicide, angst

Request: Yes!

Y/N Shelby threw back another glass of whisky as he sat in the snug of the bar all alone. The rest of the family were still at the funeral of Freddie Thorne, Y/N's best friend. 

Y/N and Freddie had always been close growing up and that didn't change during or after the war, nor was it an issue when Freddie had asked him to be a witness to his marriage to his sister Ada, it just meant that now they were brother by law. 

He couldn't bring himself to watch as his brother was put in the ground, so I resided to getting blackout drunk at The Garrison.

Picking up the bottle and pouring another drink Y/N let out a sigh hoping that this amount would be the one to drown out the sadness that attempted to consume him. 

Lifting the glass it barley touched his lips before everything went black. 

*-*-*

"Hey, you waiting for a kiss or do you want to get up sleeping beauty?" Freddie asked looking down at his friend. Sitting up Y/N takes a look around to see the dirt walls of the tunnels. 

"Freddie." Y/N said looking at his friend standing in front of him. "What are you doing here? How are you here?" 

"I thing that's my question, yeah?" Freddie asked with a smirk. "I didn't think I would be seeing you for a long time, not that it's not good to see you." He joked. 

"It's good to see you too." Y/N replied leaning forward to wrap the man in a hug. 

"You look like shit." They both say at the same time before breaking into laughter.

"You smell like a pub." Freddie said scrunching his nose and lightly punching Y/N's shoulder. "Come on brother I know we said we'd do everything together but don't tell me you followed me to the grave." 

"I can't say it didn't cross my mind." Y/N admitted as the look of disappointment crossed Freddie's face. "But I have no idea how I got here, where ever here is. Is this hell?" 

Freddie burst into laughter at the assumption, they both predicted that the sins of their lives would lead them straight to hell.

"No, surprisingly I was up north until you decided to get yourself in this predicament." Freddie informed laughing once again at the look of shock Y/N displayed. "Yeah, who would have thought? Me in heaven?"

"Wow they let any old riff raff in that joint." Y/N joked receiving another punch. "So where are we then?" 

"It's somewhere in between." Freddie informed getting serious.

"Between what?" 

"Everything, but more specifically, life and death." He answered looking into Y/N eyes. "A place not many people get the chance to be, so that you can make a choice not many get to make. So you need to choose carfu-"

"I'm not going back Fred-."

"Yes you are!" 

"There is nothing there for me Freddie."

"Nothing there for you?" Freddie asked angrily grabbing the collar of his shirt. "You have a family. brothers, your sister, your nephew....my son. Do you know how many people would kill for this chance? What I would give to be in your shoes? To kiss my wife, raise my son. No no you're going back. You're going to live your life and I'm not gonna see you for a long long time." Freddie shouted tears in his eyes. 

"And the next time I do see you," He continued. "Your gonna tell me about them...about Karl and Ada, about whatever women or man you con into loving you, about your children and their children after that. I don't want to hear anything else from you until them." Freddie says letting Y/N go.

'Hey!' 

'Y/N, where are you?'

'Y/N get up. Wake up.'

"What the hell is that?" Y/N ask looking around for the source of the voice. 

"I'm that means it's time for you to make a decision." Freddie informed. "But I think we both know what the answer is. I know we used to say that death is easy, but being away from the people I love is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. So when it your time and we see each other again brother....we'll have all the time in the world." 

*-*-*

"Y/N!" Tommy yelled shaking his brother. "Wake up."

Tommy didn't react much when he found out that the pub had been blown up, after all he had been the one to do it, but he felt his heart drop after Finn informed that he had seen you going towards the pub before after the funeral. 

The Shelby family rushed to the destroyed remains of The Garrison, immediately digging around the rubble for the missing member. 

It had been John who had found Y/N buried under so wood and alerted the other as he began removing the charred building remains until they were able to haul his body out.

"Come on wake up." Tommy said tapping his face.

"Oh thank god." Polly sighed out as she watched her nephew's eyes begin to open. 

"Freddie?" Y/N asked looking up at his brother in confusion. 

"No, you're home now." Tommy corrected pulling his little brother into a hug. "You're home now."

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Chapter 2:

It’s been one week since Lennie Hill sold your soul. It sounds a bit dramatic but its one hundred percent how it made you feel. Lets go back to the day at the Garrison Pub with none other than Tommy, Arthur and John. Tommy had been refusing Hill’s offers for the last twenty minutes, but just as you were leaving something must have struck inside him because he came out with an absurd proposal, he’ll accept any deal in return you was to leave your job with Hill and instead, go work for the Shelby’s. Admittedly you laughed as first, you thought it was highly amusing, how preposterous and damn right stupid, Lennie would never give up his best, most loyal worker. At least thats what you thought…. That day you witnessed a new level of desperation from your former boss.

Lennie looked to you after hearing Tommy’s proposal and raised his eyebrows “You want (Y/N)? Why?” He asked Tommy baffled

“Like you said, you see potential, an’ shes smart an’ loyal. I shouldn’ have ta fuckin’ explain myself… It’s the only deal we’ll accept” Tommy explained

“I live so far away it’ll never wor-” you began making excuses, trying the make the Shelby’s see sense

“You’ll move to Garrison Lane” John cut you off midway through your plea “Tommy can get a place on the market in one day” John looked to Tommy waiting for him to confirm, Tommy nodded.

“What the fuck you stallin’ for Lennie, we tol’ you our price, take it or leave it….now!” Arthur piped up

Lennie looked apologetically at you and shrugged, you quickly shook your head, pleading with him through eye contact. No don’t please dont! You screamed inside “Done” Lennie responded cutting you from your thoughts. Bastard

-

Believe it, that was not the end of it, oh no it was just perhaps a little to explicit to say. Let’s put it this way, there was a lot of shouting, maybe screaming (more on your behalf) a lot of glasses being throw and smashed (again on your behalf) before it all ended with you being dragged out by Lennie. The Shelby’s found this outburst highly amusing especially John who was laughing and encouraging you further.

Anyway so here you were standing in your bare bedroom in your new house at Garrison Lane on a Sunday morning unpacking the few possessions you own. Maybe you should have just run away… Well its too late now. Fuck it. Tidying away the last of your clothes, there was a knock at the door. Dread filled your stomach, this is it you thought to yourself. Picking up your trusty gun you tucked it into the waistband of your skirt and put on your matching blazer over the top so your weapon was hidden. Just incase.

“(Y/N)” Tommy took out his cigarettes and placed it in his mouth and offered you one. Shaking your head, he lit the cigarette before looking to you.

“Mr. Shelby” you bluntly replied

“Well, shall we go?” he gestured for you to leave the door “It’s a busy day in the office, I need to get back to work. So lets make this quick”

You rolled your eyes in response before stepping out and turning the lock the door behind you. Tommy had started off so you hurriedly walked to catch up to him. Their house was about thirty foot away from yours. Disappointment filled you when you reached the Shelby’s house, you didn’t think you’d be having to live this close the them!

Tommy lead you into the house and through the back into a separate door into a reasonable sized office, there were a lot of people running back and forth, acknowledging Tommy then carrying on what they were doing. Tommy pushed through into a separate office where three desks were sat in different angles of the room, John and Arthur were sat at two of them.

“All right boys, I’ve got things to do, so John, you can explain to (Y/N) what we do an’ how we run thing’s round here” Before giving John an opportunity to protest Tommy grabbed his gun from his drawer and left, not forgetting to knock into your shoulder on his way out. You frowned and watched the back of him until he was out of sight before turning back to John and Arthur “Great” you sarcastically commented. 

John pulled me up a chair next to him and explained what your role would consist of in the business. You was to be working with the financial aspect of it all, John told me you will be doing lots of paper work, helping find ways for the boys to make more money, buying businesses and properties etc. Even occupied ones… In them circumstances you would have to speak to the boys so they can sort out that side of things…. assuming he means violence, but little do they all know you can take care you yourself, you grin to yourself patting your gun beneath your blazer.

“Where the fuck is Tommy I’m gonna kill hi-” The lady stopped in the door way “Who the fuck is this?” she questioned the three of you.

The voice stopped you from your thoughts and you looked to John waiting for his reply “Aunt Pol, this is (Y/N) she’s workin’ with us now” You smiled to ‘Aunt Pol’ in response.

She raised an eyebrow “We don’ need more staff John. Where the fuck is your brother?” she snapped.

“He didn’ say where he was goin’ Polly” Arthur interrupted trying to help John

“Don’ lie to me Arthur.” Polly glared, the room sat silences for a minute or so “Fine, I’ll find him myself, you useless bastards” She said storming out of the room.

John gave you an apologetic smile “You’ll get used to her”

“Do you know where he is really?” You ignored Johns kindness and asked Arthur the question

“Yeh…” he replied scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “He’s gone with Monaghan Boy the the Chinese quarters. Gettin’ him ready for the races coming up.”

You had no clue what he was talking about. “You’re gonna come to the races aren’t ya (Y/N)?” Arthur asked.

You shook your head in response, no way was you going anywhere outside of work with this family, not for the fun of it anyway. “Yeah you will. Its decided” Arthur said sitting up in his chair

”It will be good, you can stick with us” John added “Buy yourself a pretty dress, you’ll see how we do business around here”

Great you thought to yourself, you looked to both of them men, each of them smiling at you, excitedly. Maybe they wasn’t so bad after all? They seem completely different now to the Arthur and John you met at the Garrison Pub last week. Even with that in mind, you struggled to smile in response. It wasn’t John and Arthur you were worried about, especially after this afternoon you’d spent with them. They seemed okay. It was Tommy you were worried about, he just seemed to really dislike you, well thats the impression you got from him. It made you feel uncomfortable.

Well it seemed settled that you were going to the races with the boys, and you don’t think it was up for further discussion or compromise. So, guess you had to find yourself a dress then.

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KEEPER OF MY HEART - THOMAS SHELBY

KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER 2

Well… I survived.

Actually, more than that. I feel at home already. 

I glance over at the clock as the last of the men stumble their way out of the pub. I smile to myself as I hear them singing and laughing with each other, all the way down the street. Happy customers. 

I poured the beer. I made sure there were no fights. Nothing was damaged or broken. I made chatted with the men and women, making them laugh as I tried to make sure I left my best impression on them. Incase the Shelby’s wanted to ask around about what people thought of me. 

I felt like I had found my feet after only one night, but the relief doesn’t last long.

I know I haven’t gotten the job yet. In fact, the Shelby’s could walk in here right now and thank me for my time before sending me on my way. I try to push the thought of homelessness or having to clean peoples houses for a living out of my mind as I count up the last of the till. This is all I know. This is what I’m good at. I need this job.

I sweep and mop the floors, and wipe down all the surfaces, making sure everything is neat and tidy. 

A peace of my heart has fallen in love with the Garrison already. 

Earlier in the night, John Shelby and some of the younger Shelby boys and their friends had stopped in for drinks. It was Saturday night after all. The boys were hitting the town. They had their own private room, and I made sure they were tended to like kings. I was fast and discreet, remembering their orders and topping them up with fresh glasses any time they ran out before they even had to ask. 

My only reassurance, is when John pulled me aside just before 11pm.

“Zoe, right?” He had asked me, as he joined me behind the bar and started helping me pour beers during a busy rush. 

“You’re good at this, you know, like really good” He had smiled at me “Tommy told me to stop by-“

“To make sure I hadn’t burned the place down yet?” I joke, earning a laugh. 

“I’m putting in a good word for you, I just want you to know that” he touches my shoulder reassuringly “Maybe it’s that I’m younger, more with the times than the others, but I think you would be good for the place. Bring some life back in here”

I smile at him warmly, turning my attention away from the beers I was pouring to make sure I have him my full presence. Him doing me this favour means more to me than he could imagine. Everything is riding on this. Ever since I gave up my fathers pub, I’ve felt so lost. Just one night at the Garrison and I feel like I’m back in my element. More than needing money, I think I need this job for my sanity. 

“So you’re the softie of the Shelby’s huh?” I grin, handing him a beer “That means a lot to me John. Thank you” I add sincerely. 

“See you tomorrow then hey” he smiles back, heading back to the others. 

I knew from that moment that John and I would be friends. Similar in age. And he had looked out for me when the rest were ready to dismiss me at first glance. He even reminded me of my own brother. 

Smiling to myself at the thought of the exchange with John, I head over to the front doors to lock them and close up for the night. 

Right as I reach up to close the latch at the top of the door, it suddenly swings open. 

And there he is. Thomas Shelby. 

I take a few steps backwards, moving out of his way. 

Like earlier in the day, he looks me up and down before giving me a firm nod. I guess that was his way of greeting me. So much for “hello”. 

He brushes past me, and begins to make a lap around the empty Pub. It takes me a few seconds to realise he’s examining the place. Checking that nothing is out of order. I clasp my hands behind my back, wringing them tightly. I don’t want him to see my nerves. 

“The till is balanced, place is clean, everyone is gone and safe and everything is prepped for tomorrow” I inform him, but he barely even notices. Despite my reassurance, he makes his way behind the bar to check that the money is all in order. 

“I didn’t steal anything, before you ask” I say, slightly offended that he won’t take my word that I can manage the pub. 

He counts the money in silence, and takes one last look around the Pub before finally turning to me. 

When his eyes meet mine, they’re just as piercing as they were 12 hours ago when we first met. Something about them makes you stand still, frozen. They are crystal clear blue, but it is still impossible to read him. To know what is about to come out of his mouth. 

“Good. You didn’t burn the place down”

Seriously.

Any nerves I had fall away, as I am overcome with frustration. That is all he has to say to me? Is he embarrassed that I proved him wrong?

“Thank you is generally the word that people go with” I retort.

“Thank you” he replies condescendingly, almost mocking me. 

I sigh. I expected a lot of things. But I didn’t expect him to literally send me on my way without even giving me a fair chance. 

“What’s it going to take?” I ask, exasperated. I’m tired. I’ve just worked all night. I’m beyond entertaining this man any longer “Just tell me what I have to do?”

But he doesn’t speak. Of course he doesn’t. He just studies me. It’s like I can see his brain ticking. 

Until I get an idea.

“You know what. Sit down. I’m making you a drink” 

“No,” he interrupts her immediately “I have to go and-“

“Come on,” I cut him off, with nothing left to lose “Appease me” 

He takes a deep breathing, looking up to the ceiling as if he’s trying to gather patience “Fine. One drink” 

I burst into a wide grin, feeling like I have a chance again. With a spring in my step, I make my way around the bar, concocting the same drink I used to make for my father. 

When I place it down in front of him, he examines it, a disapproving look on his face. 

“Oh come on I didn’t poison it”

“Not funny” he shakes his head, before bringing it to his lips hesitantly. 

He takes a sip. And another. And another. 

I got him.

He finishes the drink, and I smirk, waiting for him to admit that it was good. 

“Okay so you can make a drink” I dismisses me, unimpressed. 

This man is something else. I can’t pick him. 

“Alright” I shake my head, giving up “Just tell me what you’re thinking”

He pauses “I don’t know if I trust you”

“I’m not asking to run your business” I reassure him “I’m asking to pour beer so I can afford somewhere to live”

“Well I don’t know anything about you” he retorts “I need to know who I’m letting into this family”

“You haven’t asked me anything” 

He opens his mouth to reply, but closes it again. He knows I’m right. 

“You’ve only jumped to conclusions about me. So go on, what do you want to know? I’m an open book” 

He shakes his head, taking less time in between replying now. Like I’ve gotten him fired up and his normally carefully crafted responses are getting hastier. 

“I don’t want to know your favourite colour, I want to know that you don’t have ulterior motives” He reveals. 

“I do” I reply shortly “Who doesn’t?”

He glares at me.

“I want to live in the country. I want to save my money and buy a place. I want to live comfortably. I want to work and be treated like an equal. This may come as a shock to you, but I have no idea who you are and who your family is. I moved here one week ago. The only jobs going are for nanny’s and maids. I saw the ad. I put my name down because I’m good at this. And I don’t want to clean someone’s house for a living. So there…” I pause, letting my words sink “Not everyone has sinister motives you know”

And for the first time, he’s looking at me like he’s actually listening. Like he doesn’t have anything else to say. I search his face, trying to find some kind of indication. Did I go too far? Did I cross a line? 

“And it’s purple” I add, trying to lighten the mood “My favourite colour is purple”

And all of a sudden, he laughs. Okay, maybe it was more of a scoff. But it is the most emotion I’ve seen on his face all day. 

He shakes is head at me, like he’s astonished that I won’t give up. 

“Lot’s of business goes down here. You do not utter a word of it to anyone” He says seriously, his face turning grave and serious. 

“I get paid to listen, not to talk” I nod.

He nods back, and then, he holds a hand out. 

Oh my god. He’s offering me the job.

I quickly take his hand, shaking it firmly to try and show confidence. 

With that, he heads back towards the doors that he came in.

“See you tomorrow, Boss” I call out to him, unable to contain my excitement.

He looks back at me, shaking his head, but I swear I could see the faintest smile on his hollow cheeks. 

[editorandchief]

Moving On| Michael Grey

Michael Grey x F!Reader x Isaiah Jesus

Warning: None

"Y/N wait." Michael called after her running down the hallway of Tommy's house.

She couldn't believe what she had just seen, her date, her boyfriend having sex with some blonde toff at a wedding you had come to together.

"Y/N just let me explain." He tried again only to be ignored as she continued her attempt to escape the situation with what was left of her dignity.

Failing as Michael catches up to her grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him.

"Go on Michael explain." She stated pushing his chest. "Explain what I just saw, tell me it's not what it looks like." Her voice rising as she continues her assault growing more angry with is his silence.

Her hand coming in contact with his face with a loud crack.

"Explain!" She shouts her hand tingling from it impact with his face.

"It was a mistake," he muttered eyes glued to the ground. "Please let's just talk about this." He says reaching for her hand.

"What in the world is going on up here?" Polly demanded coming down the hall towards the arguing couple.

"why don't you tell her what's going on Michael?" Y/N asked not taking her eyes off the man she thought loved her. "Tell her how I just caught you cheating on me." She sneered.

"I'm sorry Y/N it was a mistake." He replied once again. "Can we just so somewhere and talk about this?" He asked reaching out for her hand.

"No the only mistake was being with you in the first place." She said stepping away from him. "We're done Michael." She finished turning and walking away.

"Y/N." Polly called after the girl receiving no reply. "What have you done Michael?" She asked shaking her head at her son looking back down the hall to see a blonde girl peaking from out of one of the door half dressed.

"Take care of that girl and the both of you get back down stairs." She ordered stopping away throwing a glare to her some and the young girl that had helped him chase her future daughter-in-law away.

____________________Six Months Later____________________

"Its been a while since you've been out with us Isaiah where." John points out downing his shot. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked the young blinder.

"You know just around." Isaiah replied brushing off the question quickly.

"Doing what?" Finn asked.

"More like doing who right Isaiah?" Arthur joked.

"You got a new girl Isaiah?" Michael asked smiling to his friend. "That's why you've been skipping out on us."

Looking over to Michael nervously a look that didn't go unnoticed by the young Grey Isaiah just nodded his head. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"She must be keeping you pretty busy huh." Arthur teased. "Well don't hold out on us, what's her name?" He asked.

"Just some girl." Isaiah replied with a shrug.

"Can't be 'just some girl' if your spending that much time with her." Michael pointed out wanting to know why his friend was being so dodgy. "Who is she?"

Nodding his head in agreement with Michael's statement he straightens his back taking a deep breath and looking Michael in the eyes.

"It's Y/N." Isaiah revealed not knowing what to expect from his confession. The room had gotten quiet as the three Shelby men also didn't know what was going to happen.

"Y/N?" Michael asked. "My Y/N?"

"I don't think you could call her that anymore." John joked talking another shot before getting an elbow to the ribs from Arthur.

"We started seeing each other a few months back." Isaiah informed. "I didn't know how to tell you."

"That you guys have been fooling around?" Michael shrugged. "Its fine."

"We're not just foolin' around Mate." Isaiah corrected. "We're serious, I haven't been with anyone else since we been together. I don't know what it is, She's different...Special." Isaiah smiles thinking of the girl.

Everyone watched cautiously as Michael's fist slowly closed tightly prepared to break up the upcoming fight, Michael takes a deep breath before relaxing his fist.

"I guess that explains why she hasn't been around either."  Michael noted.

"That and the fact that you cheated on her." John interjected receiving another jab from Arthur.

"You alright?' Isaiah asked.

"Of course, Johns right we aren't together anymore." Michael reminded. "She can see whoever she wants."

"Are you sure your alright mike?" Isaiah asked once again.

"If I said no would you leave her?" Michael asked looking intensely into his friends eyes.

Looking away from his stare Isaiah hung his head before meeting Michael's gaze "No."

"Alright then." he said throwing back his shot. "There isn't anything to talk about."

___________________The Next Night____________________

Your back was pressed against the bar of the Garrison as Isaiah pressed his lips against your, one hand in you face while the other was traveling down your waist. After is talk with Michael you both had gone back to hanging out at the Garrison like you used to do only this time it was with Isaiah Instead of Michael.

Pulling away to lean his forehead against yours Isaiah gave you little pecks on your lips. "I love you so much." He confessed the both of you a slightly buzzed. "Your so beautiful." He complements before leaning down to place kissed on you neck.

Laughing at the state of your boyfriend you replied. "I love you too Isaiah."

But before either of you knew what was happening Isaiah was yanked away from your body and thrown to the floor.

"What the he-."Isaiah started only to be cut off by a fist to the face.

"How could you do this to me." A clearly drunk Michael Grey stands above your boyfriend. "Your supposed to be my mate, How could you take her from me?" He asked throwing another punch.

Finally snapping out of the initial shock Isaiah pushes the drunk Grey off of him, quickly standing to his feet. Staggering back to his feet Michael's glare stays locked with Isaiah.

"Calm down mate." Isaiah said holding his hands up in surrender. "Your drunk." He pointed out.

"You took her from me." He repeated.

"Michael." You called out. "Stop this, You should go home and sleep this off." You said.

"Come with me." He said walking over to you. "Come home with me like you used to before."

"No Michael we aren't together anymore." You remind him backing away farther down the bar. "You need to go home alone."

"No I want to go home so we can talk, can't you just talk to me?" He asked.

"We can talk in the morning Michael." You lied. "Okay? people are watching Michael."

"I don't care." He replied turning to face the rest of the bar. "Get the fuck out all of you!" He shouts to the on looking patrons.

"your heard him," Tommy said seeing as no one made any move you leave. "We're closed for the night everyone out." He demanded causing everyone to rush for the door. Looking around you notice the bar was now empty except for the Shelby family, you and Isaiah.

"Now we can talk." Michael offered reaching out and grabbing you hand. "I miss you so much, please just talk to me."

Looking to the remaining occupants of the room you see all eyes watching the two of you as if wondering if you were about to slap him or rush into his arms. taking a deep breath to look firmly back to the blonde boy.

"Michael...no." You stated. "We aren't going to talk, there is nothing left you say. You cheated on me and there is nothing to talk about." you say.

"I'm with Isaiah now and you said you could handle that, obviously you can't and I guess I understand that, But you have no right to do this to me not after what you did." You continue. "This is your family's bar and if its really that hard for you we won't come here anymore but I won't let you ruin another relationship for me for you own selfish reasons." With that you walk over to Isaiah, grabbing his hand and walking to the exit.

"Y/N." Tommy called.

"Not tonight Tommy." You replied slowing down but not stopping. "Please." Exiting the bar walking away from you ex and would-be family.

You had moved on and it's time Michael did as well

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KEEPER OF MY HEART - THOMAS SHELBY

CHAPTER 3

Here’s what I’ve learned in the 3 weeks that I’ve been working for the Shelby Family.

John is my closest friend in Small Heath. He warmed up to me the fastest, and I swear sometimes I have to remind myself that he’s not my actual brother. He laughs with me and tries his best to not make me feel like a complete outsider in Shelby Limited.

Arthur is a massive softie. He is by far the roughest looking of the Shelby boys, but he has the softest heart. He drinks a lot, sometimes too much, and I always know to look for the signs that its time to start watering down his Vodka’s with water. He’s usually too drunk to notice. Sometimes he stays so late that I walk him most of the way home just to be sure he doesn’t get himself into any trouble. 

Polly, the most fierce and strong woman I have ever met, took a little longer to warm up to me. But one day when she caught me making sure Arthur got home safely, and invited me in fora cup of tea. Since then, she has been insisting that I start joining them occasionally for dinner. I’ve been declining because of one person.

That is Thomas Shelby.

Where do I start. If Thomas Shelby wants something, everyone around him will jump to make it happen. He instills fear wherever he goes. I’ve never known him to smile or laugh like the others do. He drinks a lot, I’m always bringing him a fresh glass to their private room in the Garrison, but he doesn’t lose his head like Arthur does. Tommy has a tight grip on everyone and everything, including himself. 

On my rounds, making sure that everyone has been taken care of during their family meetings, he refuses to join in on any jokes and playful moments that I have with the others. In fact, when he sees me getting closer with the Shelby’s, his face grows even more sour. If that’s even possible. 

And those eyes. He stares. A lot. Not longingly. Not anything. Just a thousand mile stare, straight through to my core. As much as I try to ignore that he’s there, I can always feel his eyes on me. Like I’m being watched. My every move being picked apart and analysed in his mind. 

Today was different. Initially it was the same old. Bring them drinks, laugh with the boys, try to help them pick which horses are going to win in their races. And pretend that Tommy doesn’t despise every second of it. 

After rushing around for an hour tending to the lunch time rush, I realise their drinks must be getting low. 

“Alright boys, this rounds on the house” I joke as I walk into their private room. For the Shelby’s everything is on the house. Suits. Guns. Drugs. Drinks. Women. 

“These drinks will be on you if I lose this bet Z” John teases back, listening to the radio intently to find out whether the Horse I told him to bet on has one its races. 

“And I’ve never lost one yet have I!” I retort, topping up his Whisky and setting down a plate of bread and butter for them to snack on. Something to soak up all the alcohol. 

I dare to glance over at Tommy, who unsurprisingly is already watching me with an extra disapproving look. 

“Can I get you another drink Tommy?” I ask, pretending to not notice the daggers he’s shooting my way.

He nods in response, and I pour him a whiskey “I could make you that drink from a few weeks back…” I offer, trying my luck. Maybe today he will entertain me. 

“Can I see you outside?” He snaps suddenly, and I swallow hard.

Fuck. 

The last few weeks have felt like I was walking on a fine line with Tommy. I have proved myself time and time again. But he still despises the air that I breathe. Maybe I was getting too comfortable with the boys. Maybe he thinks I’m trying to manipulate and trick them all. God knows what he thinks I’m doing. Whatever it is, he doesn’t like it. 

I follow him out of the room and into a quiet area of the Pub. 

Without any warning, or lead up, he turns to me and looks me dead in the eye. “I know the boys like you. Trust you even. But I do not” 

The words hit me like a freight train. 

I knew he seemed different today. Like he was extra disgusted with everyone and everything. These words, he had been sitting on for a while. Keeping them inside as he watched me and scrutinised my every move for weeks. I could tell by the venom that he said them with. 

I want to fight back.

I want to remind him of everything I’ve been doing for this place. The business I’ve been bringing in. The countless times I’ve looked out for Arthur and his alcoholic tendencies. Making sure he got home safe. And that no one took advantage of a drunken Shelby brother. The business I’ve heard them discussing that I’ve turned a blind eye to. That I’ve never uttered a word of to anyone. The things I’ve heard and seen, that have slowly been revealed to me about Shelby Limited that I’ve never questioned. 

But instead I draw in a deep breath.

“Okay Tommy” I sigh. My brain goes back and forth frantically as I decide to let go of what I’ve been holding onto for weeks. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take. Or what I have to do. And to be honest I don’t care anymore. If you never trust me, then so be it. But you don’t have to be so cruel. I’m just here to pour the beer, remember?”

“Then how about you just stick to doing that, hey?” He spits back.

“I feel for you Tommy” I narrow my eyes, staring him down the same way he has been doing to me for weeks. 

“You don’t know me” 

“I’ve tried. But you won’t let me. And I’m starting to think I don’t want to anymore” I shake my head “But I see you. I’ve been watching you too, Tommy. You want to know what I see? I see a man who has everything, and a man who has nothing. You have everything and nothing”

He freezes. And there it is. The first time I’ve seen something in his eyes besides hatred. It’s still shrouded. Still unclear. But it’s something. Like he’s been exposed. Cut open. Like someone just dared to say the first real thing he has heard in a very long time. Someone made him feel. 

“But hey, I’ll get back to pouring the beer, shall I?” I finish, brushing past him to continue serving customers. 

I start taking orders and pouring drinks with a racing heart and trembling hands. I couldn’t believe what had just come out of my mouth. I don’t know everything about the Shelby’s, but I’ve seen and heard enough to know that people who speak to them like that do not last very long in Small Heath. 

I dare to take a quick glance at him, to find him still frozen in place. Staring at the spot I had just been standing. As if he’s still reliving the moment. Reliving what I had said. 

Fuck. 

I expect him to turn around and fire me on the spot. Maybe even part of me hoped he would, so I wouldn’t have to face the wrath that I know is coming after I dared to peak back to Thomas Shelby. If I thought he hated me already, I could only imagine the hell he would rain down on me after that. I was prepared for him to make my life a living hell. 

But instead, he adjusts the hat on his head, straightens his shoulders, and leaves the Garrison. 

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I wonder if there will be part two to cold hands with Luca?

Hey guys, so I am sorry for the absents, I've been really busy helping my family with thanksgiving (The white man's holiday) and didn't really have time to write. Currently working on a part 2 for 'Cold Hands' but.... I'm not gonna lie I have no ideas where it could go, so you might get other stories before a part two of that story comes but it is in the works. If you want it be tagged in that when it is posted just let me know.

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“Would you do an imagine where Tommy has a female best friend who had to move away while they were in the war & he loves her. He gets with Grace but the friend comes back & all his feeling comes back & he wants to win over the friend”

You are sat inside The Garrison having a smoke at the bar you know who owned it & that was your Best Friend from back before the war Tommy Shelby, you know when he got back you remember hearing about it in your town the town before you moved back to Small Heath.

You had not seen him since why would you when you was miles apart as you sat at the bar drinking whiskey, a thought crept into your mind did he still remember you from all that time ago no doubt you had both grown up since & sometimes looks can change.

You decided to move back as you missed Small Heath even if it was filled with smug, violence & smoke a lot of the time but it was where you grew up. But you had to move away for a little while to escape your mind when the guys had been sent to war.

You look over to see no other then Polly Shelby now stood at the bar a few steps away from you, she sees you looking at her from the corner of her eye.

“Well if its no other then Y/N” she scooted over to you taking the stool next to you.

“You OK Pol!?” you ask her as you take a sip of your Whiskey.

“Doing good you know, keeping an eye on the boys like I always have” The barman passes her a drink & she smiles at him.

“That you have, I am surprised they ain’t in ere yet, they used to be in ere loads”

“Ohhhh you have no idea do you ?”

She looks at you with that look in her eye.

“You don’t see Tommy in here often if that is who you are asking for, now he is married at least & has a strapping young boy”

“Did the war effect him much?”

Polly puts down her drink & looks at you with no surprise.

“Y/N the war changed them all”

“Sorry I did not mean it in that way” you look away from her.

“Don’t you worry Pet I know you meant no harm”

You both sat there sharing drinks & memories for a few hours until The Shelby Boys arrived, but there was no Tommy you sighed. Surely with the others remembering you Tommy would, but Tommy had different priorities now.

You are daydreaming when you hear Polly at the side of you even if The Garrison was crowded.

“Tommy look who’s back in town its Y/N” you turn to Polly & see that familiar face stood there looking in your direction his posture changed to nervousness, he looked the same a little at least which you was glad of.

You jumped up out of the stool & rushed to him as he opened his arms up to take you into his grip, he grabbed onto you tight & you could smell his cologne.

“Damn Y/N how long has it been!” he lets go of you then you back away a little as you had no idea how to react now.

“I heard from Pol your a married man now ey?”

“That I am that I am” you watched him as he gripped onto his flat cap.

Pol saw his reaction & passed him a large whiskey you watched as his lips touched the cool glass & he drank it in one, well somethings never changed you thought.

He took your hand without warning & took you into their private room telling the others not to join you both, your heart began to beat out of your chest as you watched him pace up & down the room as you sat.

“So So how long are you in town for?” he asks with anticipation in his breathe.

“For the future I moved back Tommy I moved back”

“FFFFUUUUKKKKK!” he yells gripping onto his hair then maintaining himself again.

“Tommy what is the matter ?” you look at him worried thinking was this a memory from the way or something.

He takes a deep breathe sitting next to you, he has still not told you what is wrong. He places his hand into yours & you look down as you feel the coldness of his hands.

“You You should of waited for me Y/N you should of waited!”

“I was sick of waiting for you to come back Tommy, my mind was going insane everyday I stood at the window waiting for Pol to run down the street in tears because......because you had been taken from us” you look away from him as tears fall down your cheeks.

He moves your face to look at him & his piercing blue eyes as he wipes a loose tear from your eye.

“I love you Y/N I always have even before the war, even when I was fighting the thought of you kept me going”

“But your married now surely you love Grace now?”

“I do Y/N I do but seeing you has brought all the feelings back of what I had for you, I put them behind my mind to forget but its all came back.”

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“Hi how about a jealous Tommy Shelby x reader ? Doesn’t like the attention she’s getting from men in the Garrison”

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Location- Garrison

You are sat at a table across the bar of The Garrison its a busy night as always in The Garrison, you have had a few drinks so you are feeling slightly tipsy & flirty but the thing is about that is your heart belongs to only one person & that is Mr Thomas Shelby. 

You had only been dating a few months but you was both deeply in love & you hoped soon that he would pop the question to you, because you did not want your heart to belong to anyone other then him, but as per he was no where to be seen no doubt he was working late as he always did.

As the night went on you checked your watch which wrapped around your petite wrist it was 9pm & still no sign of Tommy, you sigh then you look up to see a gentleman smiling at you with two drinks in his hand.

“You are looking awfully lonely may I join you?” you catch eyes with the guy & you can see in them that he thought his luck was in with you, you was bored so you thought you would have a little fun with him seems Tommy was not going to turn up at all.

“Sure no one else seems to be wanting to keep me company” you flash him a big smile. He sits next to you placing the drinks onto the table then passing you one.

“So what is it Whiskey?” you ask him as you can smell it lingering from the tumbler.

“Yes, so your telling me you don’t drink whiskey?” he looks at you puzzled.

“Oh I do but only when I wish to” you take your attention away from him for a brief moment as you catch Harry watching you from the bar.

You grab one of the tumblers of Whiskey take a deep breathe exhaling then taking down the Whiskey in one gulp then grabbing the other then doing the same.

“I guess I need to get more drinks in now then lady?”

You wink at him “I guess you do” you watch as he gets up & heads just the short few steps to the bar where Harry was already pouring you both a few glasses of Whiskey.

“So whats your name?” he asks you as he sits back down passing you two tumblers of Whiskey & having two for himself.

“Its Y/N whats yours?”

“My name is Andrew” he takes your hand into his & kisses it you let out a giggle.

-A few drinks later-

You are both rather tipsy & you are both giggling & brushing each others skin while The Garrison is far more busy now, you do not even take notice of the time or even if Tommy will arrive or not at this moment in time you did not have a care in the world.

The doors flung open & everyone went quiet you looked towards the door & saw Tommy walk in & take his flat cap off then brushing his hair down you bite you lip, he catches you looking then sees you are sat next to a guy other then him who has his hand placed on your leg which you had not even noticed.

He did not even acknowledge you he just walked up to the bar has Harry passed him a full bottle of Whiskey, you watched him as he entered his private area at the right side of the bar after a few moments the bar came alive again, not sure why everyone acted that way whenever Tommy walked in.

“Y/N do you know Tommy?” he looks at you with intrigue in his eyes.

“Yes I do he’s he’s a friend” you smile at Andrew.

Andrew checks his pocket watch “Well it was lovely to chat to you pretty lady, but I must go” he kisses your hand one last time then you watch as he exits The Garrison. 

You take a look at the private room doors as your heart pounds in your chest, do you go in or not you think to yourself. You notice Andrew has left a glass of whiskey so you pick it up then stand up take a deep breathe then head to where Tommy is.

As you enter who looks up at you as he pours himself a large whiskey, you sit across from him.

“So who was that Y/N?” he asks then places a smoke in between his soft lips

 “Just a random guy that’s all” 

“Well ya both looked rather comfy” you watch him as he inhales some cigarette smoke then leaves a little then exhales.

“He brought me drinks I could not say no Tommy” 

“Yes you could of simple No would of done it, was he expecting to lay in bed with you?”

“Probably but I am yours” you feel the tension in the room building.

“I did not think you was going to come Tommy, it was getting late”

“You know me by now I always come to The Garrison I was in a late meeting”

“Well yes I gathered that” you roll your eyes & he spots you doing it.

He puts out his cigarette & moves towards you, he towers over you a little bit as he always do.

“Don’t you roll them eyes at me Y/N!’

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Tommy x Reader

You have been friends with Tommy since he came back from France & you had always had a crush on him, you dated in the past of course but deep down in your heart & soul you know you wanted Tommy.

Your heart sunk when you peered down at the wedding invite which you had gotten in the post a few days ago.

You placed it onto the dining table as you left for the afterparty at Tommy's & now Graces home, you could not find the mood to go to the wedding itself. You did not wish to see the man you love to get married to another woman who was not you.

Later that evening.......

You arrive at the house walking in & hearing laughing & a lot of chatter from inside you see Arthur in the corner of your eye as you stand there, he spots you & comes rushing towards you.

Grabbing you into a massive hug & nearly putting you onto the floor due to the alcohol he had consumed.

“Y/N why was you not at the actual wedding ?”

“I was at work, so I could only make this” yes, of course, you lied to Arthur.

“Arthur now leave her Y/N alone” I love Aunt Pol she was like family to me, she waited until Arthur was long gone before she stood in front of you & gave you that look.

“I know, I have always known Y/N”

“You can’t have.......” you say to her in response.

“I have seen how you look at Tommy all this time I have seen”

You watch her as she walks away, you had all these questions in your mind right now.

You swallowed your nervousness & head into the house more, moving your way around the crowds. You saw a servant standing there with a tray of tumblers with whiskey in you headed into her direction taking two tumblers downing them straight then taking another two.

Walking away from her now you scanned the room & there you saw him.

His new bride Grace was nowhere to be seen no doubt she was powdering her nose or something, so you took your chance to approach him & get the whole of being in his company thing over & done with.

“Tommy” 

He looks up at you standing up then giving you a hug, you savour at the moment for a while as you smell his cologne.

“Could not make the wedding ay?” he sat back down.

“Work you know how it is” 

He gives you a swift & short nod “Please sit” 

You sit across to him placing both your whiskeys on the table which was stood at the side of the couch

You both sit in silence as he smoked & drank, he had a few people in that time coming to congratulate him on his marriage.

Then you see her you watch as she gracefully walks across the room & joins you both sitting next to Tommy, she was stunning you have to admit that.

Tommy put his arms around her & kissed her cheek, you swallowed hard as you watched on.

“Grace this is Y/N” She smiled at you.

“Pleased to meet you”

You smile just to be gracious than start to drink your whiskey, watching them both be loving to each other. 

“Now come on Tommy put her down” Aunt Polly sits next to you grabbing onto your arm caringly.

Just then you feel arms wrapping around you tightly & a kiss lands on your cheek, you shoot a look to see it is Finn.

“Finn your drunk, go away,” you say to him he ignores your request & continues to hug & kiss you.

Tommy & Aunt Pol both look at him.

“Pol get him out of er before Y/N punches him”

“Its fine Tommy I am leaving, good luck to you both” you stand up finishing the last bit of whiskey off Aunt pol grabs your arm as you walk past her.

You turn as tears just run down your cheeks ruining your makeup, you see Tommy looking at you.

TO BE CONTINUED