#tommy shelby x woc

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Prison or Castle

Warnings - DubCon, Dark Tommy Shelby, 18+, Smut

Read at your own risk

Minors & Zionists - DNI

There may be grammatical errors, I did not proof read it. Got an idea and wrote as quickly as I could.

Tommy was furious, no, he was beyond furious, there wasn't any word to describe the anger radiating off of him like Tsunami waves. You had dared to run away again,

How could you do that to him?

How could you do that to him when he provided you with all the luxury the world had to offer?

You didn’t understand how he was trying so desperately to keep you safe .You never understood or listened.

Sure, he had basically kidnapped you from your home, killed your husband in a fit of jealous rage. You were not even aware of his existence , a problem he resolved easily by pretending to be your dead husband's old friend . It wasn't technically a lie, your husband and Tommy were mere acquaintances, nothing more than a nod and a polite hello was ever exchanged.

It didn't take long for him to worm his way into your tattered life. You were struggling with mortgage payments and crushing grief, trying to keep your head above the water, trying to exist in this cold, hard and unjust world.

You weren't even aware of the web of lies and traps of deceits that Thomas Shelby was weaving and designing around you to seclude you from your support system, your loving family and friends.

"Darling, how many times have I told you not to go out without security." Tommy Shelby tutted while tranferring your gagged, bound and wriggling body forcefully to his sedan's backseat. Pushing you over and buckling your seatbealt.

Your angry eyes and defiant body was nothing under his powerful and muscular body.

"Do not move" but you still tried to move, tried to get out of the handcuffs that shady policeman on Tommy's payroll had put you in and when you made a fussand attracted some attention, he had slapped duct tape on your mouth. And after that he had hand delivered you to the notorious gangaster Thomas Shelby, you knew that corrupt cop would be rewarded handsomely for returning Tommy's most precious possession. You knew you had a bounty on your head but you were dumb enough to trust a cop. Obviously, cops are more loyal to Peaky Blinders than to their own job.

Which brings you to your current state of powerlessness, trying to get out of those metal cuffs using some trick you saw somewhere on Tiktok or Youtube or whatever.

Tommy slammed the passeger door shut, and walked over to the driver's seat. Seeing you through rear-view mirror all gagged and tied like that was making him hard, he did his best to adjust his pants, trying to alleviate some pressure on his cock. He palmed his cock while staring at you like a pervert, your heaving breasts, your struggle was turning him on, and he had found a new kink to explore with your unwilling mind but pliant body.

He imagined you choking on his cock till your eyes welled up. Fuck, he was getting harder, his sexual frustrations were building up.

He took a deep breath, centering himself and driving to your little love nest in the countryside with nothing around for miles. The castle he bought for his reluctant queen trying to leave him. That castle was wired up to the teeth with state of the art surveillance systems, every nook and cranny had cameras and motion sensors. Thankfully, because Blinders were able to warn him your escape within minutes of your departure. You didn't need to know how you get caught so easily and quickly. You didn't need to know you were being watched 24 x 7 by someone.

Your struggle to free yourself was unrelenting, creating enough ruckus for Tommy to pull over at the boundary of his vast property, there was nothing but trees and farmland. He knew the road to his castle would be devoid of any traffic.

Tommy got out of the driver's seat and made his way to the back, he opened the door and unbuckled you, he dragged you out and shoved you on the hood of his car. Your backside collided with the car, you tried to centre yourself with the handcuffed hands as much as you could, but before you could think of anything Tommy tore off the top of your dress like paper, your bra was another story, he removed his peaky hat and sliced off your bra from the middle carefully and threw the hat on the side. You gasped in horror behind the duct tape.

Your breasts were on display for the greedy blue cornflower eyes, your nipples pebbled up in the cold air. Tommy used his calloused hands to appreciate the feel of your breasts. His hands teasing and rubbing your hardened nubs, he crouched down to suckle at those traitorous pebbled nubs, he took his time to appreciate each breast and enjoyed feasting on breasts like a beast, your body started betraying you, you felt yourself getting wetter than the ocean.

"I'm mad but I can't even stay mad at you" He murmured into your skin slickened with his saliva. You started moaning and whining like a bitch in heat.

Tommy got off you and took off his coat and threw it on the side, it landed near his hat, he then undid his belt, his pants and his boxers, you were looking at him all wild-eyed scared, and astonished.

What was this crazy man doing?

He grabbed your handcuffed hands with his left hand, silently ordered you to spread your legs and you obliged, his erect cock poking your lower belly proudly. Tommy's dexterous right hand wandered down south, his fingers nudging your panties to one side to make way for his desperate lust. His fingers were met with your arousal, he smiled wickedly. His skilled fingers entered your cunt to collect more of your essence. He brought those fingers to his lips and licked them like a parched animal.

He used his right hand to maneuver you into a better position by grabbing your left leg and hooking it over his naked butt. You desperately hooked your leg tightly behind his back, he aligned his cock, that snake playing with your puffy clit. You knew Tommy wanted submission from you and you were horny and desperate enough to give it to him.

Tommy entered your cunt partially, your body begging his for more but he relented, loving the desperation and confusion on your face.

"Just a moment,darling" Tommy replied huskily before ripping off the duct tape off your mouth.

And as soon as you tried to take breath from your mouth, that bastard Shelby shoved his thick cock in your drenched cunt. You cried with an immense painful pleasure.

You shouted in breathless pleasure.

He pulled out his massive cock halfway and spoke devilishly, "Scream for me, moan all you want" he got closer to you, and whispered in your ears "No one can hear you, it's just you, me and nature" and thrust his cock into you again slowly, trying to extract every moan, every scream from your tired lips.

He laid you on top of the hood carefully, you tried your best to lay on your bound hands and he proceeded to grab your hips and push your right leg on his shoulder to impale you properly like he wanted. Tommy kept thrusting into you wildly. He was in his beast phase, you had angered him and he knew the only way to take out his anger on you was pounding your warm, soft, drenched and invititng cunt into submission.

His cock was coated in your juices, and that sight made him harder. He began to violently pound your cunt with his thick cock, you were squirming on top of his car, you were so close to cumming but Tommy sensed your walls were clenching inanticipation, it took a lot of restraint for him to pull out of you, he shoved your legs down, and grabbed the chain on your handcuffs before turning you over and pushing your front onto the hood and continue thrusting and fucking into you from behind.

Your moans grew and so did his growls,

You were in the middle of the road getting fucked by a gangster like a whore. Your body moved on top of the hood with every powerful thrust from Tommy.

He was tormenting you, not letting you cum.

"Please, please, please Tommy, please let me cum" you beg pathetically.

"You should have said something, darling" He replies snarkily.

"Now, will you run away from our castle again?" He asks as he snaps his hips and his cock nudges violently against your g-spot.

"Nonononono, I won't"

"Good girl" He pulls you towards him and then whispers on your ears.

"This time I am fucking you in an open but empty road, next time I will fuck you in front of all the Peaky Blinders" your cunt clenches around his cock. Tommy chuckles, "You like the idea, eh? Maybe I will fuck you in front of them, let them see what they can never have" He adds as he cruelly thrusts into you.

"Whatver you want Tommy, please, please let me cum" you continue to beg.

He kisses the side of your head and begins pounding into your special spot meanwhile his hand plays with your overly sensitive and puffy clit. You cum quickly but Tommy doesn't stop, he keeps playing with your clit, leaving you overstimulated and out of sorts, his cock pounds into your cunt like a man on mission. He keeps fucking you till he reaches his peak and floods your cunt with his pearly seed, overflowing your cunt with his cum. He pulls out slowly and adjusts your panties. You could feel his seed and your arousal pooling inside your panties, you try your best to stop the flow.

Tommy dresses up fairly quickly and and then picks up his hat and coat, he goes through the pockets and , takes out the key for the cuffs and unties you. He covers you with his coat and then proceeds to carry you to the passenger seat and buckles you in.

He gets in the driver's seat and starts the car and drives you to your jail and his castle

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[deceitfuldevout]

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Legitimate

Chapter 1

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite! Thank you

Summary: Tommy’s thirst for power leads him overseas to the States, where he's after more than just business. What starts as a strategic move soon becomes something far more complex.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Dark Slow Burn

Dark Tommy Shelby x Reader

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You push through the heavy doors, hoping that just this once, you won’t be the first to arrive. Soft music plays in the lounge, where sleek pendant lights cast an amber glow, and the scent of leather mingles with a faint trace of old whiskey.

You scan the area, letting out a resigned sigh as you confirm it—you’re the first to arrive. It’s as though they’re all just waiting for your inevitable ‘Where are you?’ text before they even begin to leave home

A hostess steps forward, her professional smile firmly in place. "Good evening. Are you meeting someone?"

“Yes,” you say, glancing over her shoulder for any sign of your group-maybe missed them the first time. You give out your friend’s names and cross your fingers as she searches her digital notepad.

"Not yet. Would you like to wait at your table, or perhaps at the bar?"

“The bar, please,” you say, fighting off a frown. Better to blend in with the half-empty space than to sit alone in open view.

She gestures to the bar, where a few patrons are scattered in quiet solitude. You thank her and make your way over, settling into a seat at the far end, where the light is dimmer. The bartender doesn’t notice you—he’s glued to a muted game on the TV overhead—but you don’t mind. This quiet corner, with its polished brass rail and cushy stool, isn’t as bad as waiting in the section alone.

The group chat lights up with those same hollow assurances—they’re “just ten minutes away.” You scoff. Ten minutes will likely stretch to thirty, if not longer.

A low prickle crawls up your neck, subtle at first. You resist the urge to look up, grounding yourself in the glow of your phone. But the feeling sharpens, like the thickening air pressing against your skin.

Slyly, you keep your head low and peer out of the corner of your eye, catching a figure in the periphery—a shape standing tall, moving slowly, drawing closer.

The figure-a man slides onto the bar-stool beside you. You ignore him, fingers tightening around your phone, though his presence feels close, deliberate. He says nothing, just reaches into his pocket, pulls something, and taps it against his palm.

You hear a strikes a match before the sharp scent of sulfur mingles with the aroma of dark liquor. You catch the faint crackle as he takes a slow drag.

“Hey, you can’t smoke in here,” the bartender says, his voice breaking the low murmur of the lounge. But the man beside you seems to barely react, only exhaling another slow stream of smoke.

“Get the lady a drink,” he says, his accent curling through the words, smooth and deliberate, with a quiet authority that lingers in the air. Your brow rises, the urge to look over at him consuming you. He’s staring at you, talking about you, and you feel a weight settle in your chest, uncomfortable under his gaze.

He is handsome—handsome in a way that seems almost out of place, like a face too perfect for the room. His blue eyes cut through you, scanning you unabashedly, and you shift uncomfortably, trying to look anywhere but at him. His dark hair is neatly cut, and his square jaw sharpens his features as he takes another drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling in the air around him.

The bartender’s expression flickers, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. “Y-yes, sir,” he stammers, nodding quickly before turning to you, clearly unsettled. “What’ll it be, ma’am?”

"Uh… an espresso martini, please.” You’re not sure why you picked it, but the words slip out before you can reconsider. The man beside you takes another drag, his gaze unwavering, a faint smirk edging his lips. He must be someone important, you think—or perhaps the owner?

Your phone hums softly in your hand—a welcome distraction. You glance down, mouthing a faint thank you before turning away, though the weight of his gaze doesn’t fade.  As you type a quick message to the group, his presence lingers beside you, casting a shadow you can’t quite ignore. Maybe next time you’ll just wait in the car.

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Your small group barely fills the wide curve of leather seating, the empty glasses accumulating on side tables in quiet succession. As you anticipated, they were all late—blaming traffic and other excuses that didn’t quite hold up. 

You lost count of the drinks hours ago, and it’s clear everyone’s at their limit. Claire’s unsteady laughter spills out as she grabs for another glass, and Sarah and Beth scramble to keep her from sliding out of her seat, the chaotic scene sparking a new wave of laughter.

It’s all familiar—like a half-forgotten memory from college, when time stretched thin and nights seemed to last forever.

Tonight had been planned for weeks, a celebration for Bethany. She’s getting married, and the sparkle on her finger is hard to miss, a cluster of diamonds catching the dim light like fragments of some distant star. She recounts his proposal with a shy smile, every detail met with wide eyes and laughter, hands reaching out to admire the ring. These gatherings have grown rare since she met him, but you don’t mind it. Everyone’s older now, a few with kids, married, while you’re content to stay in, alone.

The shift from crowded clubs to quieter lounges feels nostalgic, almost soothing—until you catch a glint of something just out of view. You can feel him there, the man from the bar, like a shadow lingering at the edge of your night. He’d paid for your drink earlier without a word, his gaze heavy, cigarette smoke trailing like a ghostly reminder of his presence.

Bethany’s laugh snaps you back, her voice lifting over the chatter. “You don’t have to get me anything from my registry—just a McMansion if you can manage it,” she teases, her grin mischievous.

You match it with a wink. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“I heard you’re on a hot streak,” Sarah chimes in, raising her glass. She’s right—you have been. Four houses in six months, commissions that exceed your expectations.

“Oh man, I’ve been begging Andy to get into flipping houses,” Claire chimes in excitedly. “ But he threatened to block HGTV.”

"Well, if you’re aiming for divorce, I wouldn’t recommend it. House flipping is a pain—it causes so much stress in relationships."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and the atmosphere shifts instantly. You can feel the tension rise. They know how you got into the business—with your ex—and how that relationship ended.

"Not to say it can’t work, just that there’s a lot of money—and stress. Just look it up on Reddit." You scramble to recover, but it’s too late. You’ve definitely put your foot in your mouth again.

Bethany’s smile tightens, and the others exchange glances. The tension is clear, but before it fully settles, Bethany checks her phone. “Well, on that note, maybe we should call it a night?” she suggests, barely stifling a yawn. There are no objections.

You flag the waitress and ask for the check.

“It’s been taken care of,” she informs, to everyone’s surprise and delight. You have a feeling it’s him again—the one from the bar. He’d paid for your drink earlier, a gesture that should feel charming, yet instead it lodges like a thorn, unsettling.

You half expected him to make some move, some overture, but instead, he kept to himself, a silent presence that filled the air with the sharp sting of his cigarette smoke.

“Who?” Claire asks, her voice filled with curiosity. She twists around, scanning the area for the mysterious benefactor.

You watch the waitress fidget with the edge of her order pad, her gaze shifting from Claire to her manager and back.

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know,” she replies meekly.

“Oh, boo!” Claire sighs, shrugging as she reaches for her nearly empty glass. She dismisses it with a quick laugh, while the rest of the group gathers their things, ready to head out. You glance back to where you last saw him, but he’s gone, leaving only a faint, sharp smell of smoke in his absence. A bit of relief fills your lungs—though the unsettled feeling lingers.

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You wait for Claire to climb into her Lyft before you order your own. Your head is a little light, the faint warmth of the alcohol still swirling in your veins as you shift on your heels and order your Lyft. Though you were the first to arrive, you’re always the last to leave, making sure everyone gets into their rides safely.

Your nose picks up the scent of cigarette smoke again. You think it’s him—the strange man from the bar. Of course. Same old game—buy drinks, and suddenly he thinks he’s entitled to more. Irritation crawls up your spine, a familiar, almost automatic response. Well, you're not the naive college girl anymore. You don’t go home with guys just because they bought you a drink.

“Looks like you were making sure everyone got home safe,” he observes, his tone light, a hint of curiosity behind it. “That’s pretty thoughtful.”

“Did you and your friends have fun?” he asks, his accent soft but distinct. You blink, the world spinning just slightly, the edges softening with the alcohol still lingering.

“Yeah,” you reply curtly, a bit slurred as you strain to keep his gaze. It’s easier with the haze of alcohol. At the bar, his stare had been sharp, insistent—too much. Now, it’s different, quieter, but still heavy with something unspoken.

“Heading home?” he asks, stepping closer. He’s taller than you thought, his lean frame filling the sharp lines of his tailored suit, the sharp cut of the fabric emphasizing his broad shoulders and commanding posture.

“Mmm,” you nod, rocking back and forth on your heels, suddenly feeling a sharp edge to your own behavior. You don’t know why you’re being so dismissive. He bought you drinks, paid for the tab—but then again, you’re used to guys in places like this always wanting something more.

“So, you’re British?” you try and rest your mood, offering a soft smile. You should be nicer—he was kind to you. “Are you visiting?”

“Yes. I’ve been here a while, thinking about sticking around a bit longer.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say with a slight, nervous chuckle. “I’ve always wanted to see London. You know, see the queen, the big clock, have tea at tea time… but I’m not the biggest fan of flying.”

“London isn’t always easy on newcomers,” he says, his voice low and smooth. His eyes hold yours, and there’s a glimmer of something else—you’re just not sure what. “Sometimes, you need someone to show you the ropes. Maybe even… look out for you.”

And there it is. He wants something more, of course—he wasn’t just being nice. His smooth words, his calm demeanor, all part of some unspoken game. The unease tightens in your chest, like a warning bell growing louder with every passing second.

“Well, if you ever decide to move here permanently, I’d love to sell you a house.” You pull a business card from your purse, swaying slightly as you search, trying to steer away from whatever it is he might be hinting at.

You hold out the card, your legs wobbling slightly. He looks down at it, a hint of a scoff escaping him before dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. His gaze sharpens, making your skin prickle.

"I wasn’t angling for your number," he says smoothly, tossing his cigarette down and crushing it beneath his shoe.

Did you misread him? He’s just some foreign guy trying to be nice. You’re bad at assumptions on a good day, and with the booze kicking in, you probably look like an ass.

"But I’ll keep you in mind when I’m ready to settle down," he adds, taking the card. You can't tell if it's out of pity or politeness. Either way, you feel bad.

"Right…" Your voice falters, a hint of embarrassment creeping in.

A car horn breaks the brief silence, impatient and sharp. He glances at the idling car, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I think that might be for you, love.”

Thank goodness. The relief presses down on you, stifling the embarrassment that rises like smoke, suffocating your chest. You nod, offering a quiet goodnight, hoping he doesn’t see the flush spreading through your veins. The sound of your footsteps feels too loud, each one echoing the unease twisting in your gut. You wonder if it will follow you—this feeling, like a shadow—until you're far enough to breathe again.

[idhrenniel]

What I See | Thomas Shelby

➴ Summary: Hii! Could you possibly do Thomas Shelby x reader where she's a WOC born into like a good family but she's kinda an outcast because she's a half sibling and she's scared of what people will think if they're together but Thomas fights for her and stands up for her?

➴ Pairing: Tommy Shelby / woc!fem!reader (3rd POV).

➴ Warnings: Racism and xenophobia, but nothing explicit. Also me not proof-reading as usual.

➴ Wordcount: 2.2K

➴ Tagged: @angelaiswriting

➴ Author Note: This is the first time I write for a specific-race/reader and I hope I did good. Special thanks to Em and Aara for reading this and giving it the green light. Thank you for this request!

During the previous months to the ball, (Y/N) and Thomas met in secret a few times. She would argue with her father she didn’t want to be a nuisance for him while he did business and that would be her excuse to leave the house and don’t go back until well into the night. Her father wasn’t the brightest man and fooling him around was easier than stealing a child’s candy. It was her siblings that worried her, with their ever-vigilant attitudes and sharp looks and questions too specific to be a coincidence. If she paid some attention, she could hear her sisters whispering about her in the kitchen. So far, none of her five siblings had linked her with Thomas and that was a relief. Of course, if her father were to know she had been sneaking around meeting with a man… she shuddered at the thought, not wanting to think about the punishment he’d give her. Her father wasn’t smart, no, but he was cruel and when it came to making people suffer, he knew what to do. This fear, and the fear that Thomas’s reputation and business could be damaged if people were to find out he had been sleeping with a bastard - a brown bastard for that matter, lead her to stop their encounters. She cried for an entire week, finding it difficult to fall asleep without feeling his hands on her hair, only to turn around and realize it was all her imagination. Thomas didn’t accept it, though. Not without an explanation, a reason that didn’t include the words who I am and what will they think. So (Y/N) stopped leaving her house all together in order to avoid him because she knew, if he were to kiss her once again she would leave everything behind to be with him. But she loved him and couldn’t do that to him.

It was the night of the Ball and (Y/N) was nervous, excited and worried all at once. Her father took all of his children to social gatherings, even her. It was because he wanted to make business with different ethnicities, not because he believed her equal to her siblings. However, while her sisters and brother talked with people, it was rare the time someone didn’t mistake her for a waitress… or a whore, and once realization hit in, no one bothered to talk to her again. Some were different, though.

Thomas was different. (Y/N) met him in one of those business meetings disguised as social events. As per usual, her father wanted to make them believe he was open to all races and ethnicities since, well, since he had a brown daughter. All she could gather from her siblings - who had been left behind that night, was that he was a romani business man from Birmingham and that his wife died, making him a single father. (Y/N) didn’t know what to expect of him - would he be nice, cold, distant? Would he be like all the other men her father did business with? Would he be like her father? It was a great and pleasant surprise when she found out Thomas was none of those things. Upon meeting her, he had been polite and courteous, treating her like a human being and not the bastard, brown daughter of James Harrison. She and Thomas had danced, talked, laughed. He seemed to be a determined man, who loved his son and spoke of him with a pride she could but dream of. Unlike the men that, in the past, tried to get with her, he had been interested about her life, her feelings and passions. Thomas took the time to know her. So, when a week later he asked to meet for tea, she didn’t have to be told twice. (Y/N) had kept this a secret, of course. But falling in love with him was the easiest thing she’s ever done - if he was the ocean, she had jumped head first to be there forever.

“(Y/N)!” The stern voice of her father brought her back from her thoughts. She turned around, holding her breath as she faced him. “What’s taking so long? We’re going to be late.”

She wanted to give him a smart answer, but then she’d risk being left at home. No, she couldn’t. She needed to see Thomas, even if from afar. “I didn’t notice the time, father. I’ll be down in a moment.”

James nodded, walking out of her bedroom and downstairs. (Y/N) grabbed her purse and, looking at herself in the mirror she made sure her makeup and hair were perfect, then followed him.

In the car, she could hear her father talking to her siblings, sometimes even to her. He was explaining her brother how he would, when the moment was right, inherit the business and then he would have to make sure his sisters - note, he never meant her, were married off to good men that would provide for them and their children. It sounded like a boring, despicable life in her opinion. But what would she know? If she ever wanted to get married, she better start running.

“And (Y/N)?” Hearing her name, she turned around to see her brother looking at her. He wasn’t a bad brother, in fact he was a great one. He cared for her, one could even tell he was proud, but for him the most important thing was to, after their father, take over. Such a plan could never include her. “Should I make sure she’s married to a good man, too?” One of her sisters snickered.

Another barged in. “You’d have to promise them a lot of money!” This made her siblings laugh - her brother looking uncomfortable. Her father simply rolled his eyes, ordering them to shut up.

(Y/N) didn’t bother to react. She had grown used to comments like that, having heard them all her life. It had come to a point that, as much as the bastards tried, couldn’t earn a reaction from her. She had learnt her emotions were better hid inside and to let go in the solitude of her bedroom. Or in Thomas’s arms. Everything felt better in Thomas’s arms.

The car stopped and her father got out, then her brother and then her sisters. She was the last. (Y/N) got a hold of her father’s arm, as instructed, and walked in with him. It was… a lot. White and gold in the walls and people dressed up like the King would attend (he’d do, somehow- if Thomas counted). Before she noticed, her siblings had dispersed, eager to make business and find those good men to trick into a marriage. (Y/N) and James walked towards Thomas’s direction. She couldn’t look up from the floor, even when her father stopped and she could see Thomas’s shoes in front of her. James, not understanding and not caring, let go of her arm but not without twisting it first. (Y/N) looked up, meeting Thomas’s gaze that hadn’t left her since she entered the venue. She wanted to spend the rest of her life looking at him. Perhaps with a ring on her finger. But those were stupid dreams.

James clapped his hands, laughing. “What’s the special ocassion? Is the King coming?”

“King’s here, Mr. Harrison.” Thomas looked at James, dead stare on. Her father stopped laughing. He was much older than Thomas, had killed more men, but was still afraid. It was impossible not to be. Thomas gave him a quick smile. “Mind if I dance with (Y/N)?”

I mind, she wanted to say. But the explanations that would have to follow were too long and dangerous for her to do. She smiled, taking Thomas’s hand and letting him walk her to the dancefloor. As soon as his hand fell on her waist, she shuddered. He chuckled. Oh, she wanted to slap him. And kiss him. And let him hold her until the sun was up and her feet were bleeding.

Thomas spun her around, not letting her go further than an inch from him. His gaze was so focused on her she was starting to think he wanted to read her mind.

At last, he spoke. “You look beautiful.” She smiled. “People’s been whispering since you came in.”

He spoke with such pride, he didn’t know what he was talking about. Her smile faltered. “See, Tommy. That has everything to do with how I look - but now because I look beautiful.”

It took him a moment, a moment too long. She stopped dancing and apologized, claiming she wasn’t feeling well. She spoke loud, loud enough for her father to hear. (Y/N) walked fast, with Thomas close behind her. It earn them curious and confused gazes, none of them cared about it, though.

“(Y/N)!” She supported herself against the balcony wall, inhaling the fresh air. Thomas stopped right behind her, repeating her name this time in a whisper. She could feel the hesitation to touch her and she almost wanted to turn around and throw herself in his arms. “I didn’t meant…”

A silence, as cold and dark as that night, fell upon them. How could she explain?

All her life, (Y/N) was an outcast. First, for being a bastard. Her mother was a whore from Delhi, whom she had never met. Then, because no matter how much makeup she put on her face she would never have the fair skin her siblings and father shared. She wasn’t white, it was something she had come to accept as she was growing up. Used to the insults, the laughs, the second glances. Hell, none of that bothered her! (Y/N) was proud of who she was and how she looked like, but at the same time was well aware of the implications for a man like Thomas to be with a woman like her. Her surname meant nothing when her skin spoke for her. Her children’s surname would mean nothing, because their skin would speak for them too.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered, turning around to look at him. “You look and act like a white man, ignoring or dismissing the romani blood that runs through your veins. But I can’t do that.” (Y/N) took a step forward, chuckling as she shook her head. “I can wear expensive dresses, wear my hair the same way they do - speak four languages and be the smartest - fuck, and the prettiest out of all my sisters. And still, it doesn’t matter. They don’t see me-”

“I see you.” Thomas interrupted her. In another moment she would be pissed he had done such, but her voice was breaking and sobs threatened to escape. He held her face. “Not a Harrison, not a bastard, not an outcast. I see a beautiful, intelligent brown woman. A woman I want to wake up next to until I die, have children with. A woman I’m proud to love.” He put emphasis in her skin colour, his voice filled with such love she couldn’t keep the sobs in now. In the past, men had been interested in her, looking past the fact that she wasn’t a white woman. Her friends used to dismiss it, ignoring the things she went through because of it. No one ever sat down and cared about how her experiences as a woman of colour were different from those of a white woman, and no one but herself had ever embraced her skin like that. But her worries were still there and he spoke before she could: “You think our children will have it difficult. See, that’s the thing. Those children are going to be gypsies, Shelbys. No one in their right mind, on this life or the next, will fuck with them. So I’m going to ask this, once again, with my heart in my hand. (Y/N)-” he got down on one knee. “Will you honour me and become my wife?”

(Y/N) laughed at his words, nodding. Thomas lifted her up from the floor and spun them around, laughing. He kissed her, slow and tender. A promise to her and to their future.

After that, he took her hand and both walked back into the venue, where people stopped talking and dancing to look at them.

Thomas leaned in to whisper in her ear: “shall we?” She nodded. It wasn’t the first time Thomas asked her to be his wife. In fact, he had done such multiple times, ring and all.

“Ladies and gentlemen. You must be wondering the reason behind this rushed event. It’s a beautiful night and we wanted to announce, we’re getting married.” Thomas ignored the gasps and whispers. (Y/N) didn’t even look at the people, focusing on him. “(Y/N) is a woman I’ve had the pleasure to meet these past months, someone I’m proud to love and who loves me as well. We wanted it to be public as soon as possible, and that’s now. In a few weeks, (Y/N) will stop being a Harrison to become-” he didn’t bother to hide the smile. “-a Shelby. (Y/N) Shelby.”

(Y/N) kissed him, she could almost feel her sisters’ rage from where she was standing. Almost. But with him at her side, nothing of the sort would ever matter again. She knew who she was, she loved who she was. And so did Thomas.

[melmedardasworld]

Seduction | Tommy Shelby

A/N: been on a roll lately with these pieces. I feel like whore too. But like Tommy said so beautifully: “we’re all whores”. This time, I wrote about Tommy, because he’s Thomas fucking Shelby! Do let me know if you guys like my work. And if you’d like to be tagged in my stories let me know. That way, you won’t miss out on anything ;).

Summary: Eveline Shelby (black OFC) owns a few shops herself. One of them is an lingerie shop. Her designers have created a piece for a new nightwear line and Eveline decides that she’ll catch two birds with one stone: her husband Tommy's professional opinion about it and seduce him after a week being swamped with business.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Eveline Shelby (Black OFC)

Warnings: smuttiness, fingering, language, the sex embodiment that is Thomas Shelby himself and a weak ass attempt at seduction and talking business.

Eveline looked at the outfit with a half smile and dearly how her girls came up with these raunchy looking designs. The tip of her finfer gently smoothed over the Japanese silk fabric and enjoyed the feel on her skin.

It was soft with a very smooth feel to it. Not only comfortable to wear, but the colors were fresh and the hems perfectly accentuated her hips, waist, breasts and buttocks. Who knew underwear could look so enticing, exhilarating and just naught all at once.

Eveline send the outfits to all the Shelby women to sample it for themselves. Smiling mischievously, Eveline’s fingers trace over the edges and curves. She’d have to garner feedback from her own husband before giving the go or no go in this investment.

Then again, what woman wouldn’t want to please and seduce her husband or lover in these?

For Eveline it’s been some time since they were intimate as husband and wife. Both Tommy and her are passionate workaholics, hence the working spaces when neither wanted or could be bothered by anything.

Today was one of those don’t bother me days for Tommy. Eveline felt the blood rush to her cheeks and felt rather naughty and giddy at the same time. After reading the instructions on how to fasten and wear the complete set, Eveline was pleased when looking in the mirror.

The top was a black silk robe that fell to her ankles, which she smoothed her palms over. It covered the bra top and lower pants that were purposely shortened just a tad above her knees. “How do those girls come up with this?” Eveline mused while absently patting the center of her chest, sides of her hips and the space between her legs.

Eveline felt oddly giddy when she thought of how easy it was to take all of this off and put on.

Tommy was busy with the paperwork. He heard his office door click open and thought it was the maid that brought him his dinner. His eyes hurt from the harsh lights, but Tommy didn’t look up to give his eyes a rest.

“Thank you Frances. Tell my wife that she doesn’t have to stay up since I’ll be working.”

“Oh?” The tune of mock surprise sounded almost offended.

Tommy’s concentration was broken. The moment he raised his neck, the pressure on his body eased down his shoulders and back. His response was at the tip of his tongue before stopping himself when his dolled up wife entered.

Tommy was as quiet and scrutinizing as a hawk, wondering if, if he’d forgotten their anniversary or another celebration of sorts. But his body slowly relaxed when he noted the playfulness in her eyes and realized he’d neglected his wife the past week.

Eveline wasn’t a tall woman and despite her petite looking frame, her body was naturally curvy in the bosom, thighs and bottom. She was crunching a lot of space into the smaller spaces of her body and it was even more noticeable when preening herself. Wrapped around her was a long dark robe made of silk. Tommy guessed fron the Chinese. The design was made with a thoughtful lure and accentuated her hips and raised breasts.

Ever since Eveline let her hair grow out again, her whole demeanor looked more relaxed and Tommy dare say wild and free. He liked that when she had her hair all loose, how some curls stubbornly coil and sprung as if living lives of their own. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and the tilt of her painted lips already told Thomas Shelby that he’d finish all this work tomorrow.

“Frances and the rest have the night off l, Mr. Shelby,” Eveline tried to be indifferent by Tommy’s striking eyes. It wouldn’t do to let him already enjoy the surprise if she just tackled him like some weakling. Stopping at the front of his desk, palms resting on the expensive wood she gazed into his eyes briefly before faking interest in the folders and papers he was currently swamped in.

Tommy didn’t remove his attention when she did this. In fact he couldn’t help his amusement from showing. Her fingers absently played with the low patterned edge of the crossover piece in the front. The fabric there was loose and showed the skin of her collarbone and quietly teased the inward dip of her bust.

“Come here love,” Tommy beckoned his wife in a low voice and put his pen down. Slowly, but gradually he leant back in his chair. With that different posture, his line of sight of Eveline in his office broadened. Now, he could see how the soft light only managed to make her more alluring as the dimmed shadows behind her wrapped around her perfectly.

She was truly breathtaking.

“But you’re working,” Eveline answered. The corner of her lips twitched and with that the gentle curve of her eyes did too. “Which is perfect, since I need business advice.”

Tommy watched Eveline sashay in the direction of his expensive whisky, took out two glasses and filled them with the golden-hued drink. Sucking in his lower lip thoughtfully, he was positive his dear wife did indeed come to talk business and less tall after that.

“It’ll only take fifteen minutes and then you can finish with your work.” Eveline held the glasses up to show that she wanted him to come to her and not the other way around. Still, she didn’t show any annoyance with his silence.

Feeling that a break, however long, was needed Tommy rose from behind his desk and in an amble stride went towards Eveline. His fingers touched hers when he accepted his drink and the pair tapped their glasses together in a silent toast. The liquor tasted good on his tongue when he took a sip and decided to indulge his enticing little wife.

“So Mrs. Shelby,” his tone was a bored drawl and unashamedly ogled the space where her cleavage began and stopped. If Eveline wanted to play this little tug and war game with him, Tommy would gladly play along.

“What is this business advice you need of me?”

Eveline licked her lips after taking a sip from her drink. She set her glass down. Puffing her chest out, hands on both sides of her hips she gestured at the robe.

“My girls came with samples for a new line and I need a man’s opinion.” While explaining, Eveline purposely showed him the boring parts such as the sleeves and the edges of the stitches. Then, she shared the details of the form-fitting designs and let her hands and fingers linger at the lower front that covered her thighs, hips, stomach and lastly her chest.

“If you want my honest opinion,” Tommy’s eyes followed the way her hand moved, touched and palmed the areas where he so often did. It only dawned to him now, in this moment, that he and Eveline were so swamped with business lately and didn’t have time for each other.

He smiled faintly. “I like that it brings out all the areas of your body that I love. But the robe itself isn’t striking or as as eye catching as you.”

“No?” Eveline feigned surprise with both her eyes and mouth. She slid her hand down her stomach and played with the silk belt that kept it together and shut. “Would your mind be swayed if I told you this comes as a matching set?” After the question, Eveline reached out for his free hand and brought it to the belt.

“Depends,” Tommy downed down the rest of his drink, discarded his glass and took a step closer so he could tug at the silk string. The faint smile on her face and the way she never looked away to break eye contact with him pulled the edge of his lip up too.

“On?” Eveline asked in a whisper when one hand very slowly unwrapped the knot from her middle. His other hand palmed her behind, the dip of her waist and glided all the way to the side of her breast and gently applied pressure to it. The feel of his firm grip and the soft silk created a rash of goosebumps on her skin. Eveline bit her lower lip to stifle the faint gasp.

“If fifteen minutes is enough to convince whether you should invest in this or not… tailoring is not my business expertise.” Finally, the knot loosened and the crossed front unwrapped and Tommy’s eyes remained on the bra and pants wrapped so snuggly around her body.

“Like I said,” Eveline purred and touched the front of his tie but doesn’t quite allow him to touch the skin and guided Tommy’s hands to the cord that sat at the front of her strapless bra and one at her right hip. “I just need a man’s opinion on this.”

Eveline was trying to tease and it worked.

Tommy was fighting every single cell in his body not to push Eveline down and tear at the strings that kept her undergarments attached. Even if she didn’t attempt to hide her body from him, she still flushed under his intense gaze. The plump mounds of her breasts were cupped by a ivory sating and a little bit of lace.

Eveline’s own breathing was unsteady, breast rising and falling as if in invitation. “I personally like it and think it’s worth the investment… I thought you would too,” she explained in a husky tone.

Tugging two fingers at the center down, Tommy pulled down the small ribbon. The silence rolled around them, the room warm. Eveline made a startled sound. It was proving nearly impossible to keep a handle on her emotions with so much of her bared to his eyes.

Eveline helped slide the top off, and felt her body flush heatedly when she allowed it to drop to the floor.

Tommy was aware of slowly stepping back until the back of his knees hit the couch with Eveline on top, straddling him. He blinked and the polished outlines of light behind her framed her body like an erotic artwork of golden cream flushed with life. He looked passed her lowered eyelashes, the soft curve of her cheeks, the lush shape of her lips, the slope of the neck she’d angled to her right … lower. She was made for his palms, promising to fill them to the brim, the dusky brown of her nipples tight little knots he wanted to touch, to feel, to know. Ignoring the sound of rustling, he looked and looked, her body separated from his by bare inches, the hard black of his clothes throwing the vulnerable softness of her into stark relief.

Forcing his mind to the pleasure of this instant when he was with the woman who denied him nothing anymore, he ran both hands down. Her sides and rested it on her hips and murmured her against her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you first before I make love to you Evie.“ Nibbling at the curve of it simply because he wanted to.

Eveline moaned, her body soft and warm in the curve of his pants as she slowly felt Tommy’s groin press into her legs. Releasing her so she could tug off the material, he wrapped one arm around her waist again as soon as she pressed her hands on his shoulders, the fingers of his other hand exploring the tiny bows at the sides of her lace panties. There’d been one on her discarded bra, too, he remembered, in the center.

Tugging at one of the bows decorating her panties, Tommy inhaled when the front dropped and he all but undressed her. He was almost disappointed that there weren’t anymore surprise underneath this wrapped gift. “For the next designs, I’d like to offer my feedback as well.”

Eveline’s skin turned a silky hot shade that made her bite her lip and urged him to stroke, kiss, maybe even bite.

“Only if I’m the first to wear it,” she whispered, melting back into him.

Tommy kissed the side of her neck. “Naturally.” Biting at her in playful warning when he hadn’t known until now that he could play, he luxuriated in her moan. Then, pulse pounding, he slipped his hand around to her navel and under the lace of her panties to cup her flesh.

“Is this all for me?” He asked feeling her wetness and smirked when she jerked.

“Tommy!” Eveline’s voice was high, shocked.

“I’m a bad husband for neglecting my wife… did you think about me when you touched yourself?”

Eveline actually whimpered, her body shaking and going even more damp against his palm. Tommy decided that a sexually frustrated Evie was more than worth it if it meant so many surprises in one night.

“Did you do it like this?” Curving his fingers, he cupped her more firmly. "All hot, wet and bothered because of me.”

“Hmm,” a soft gasp from the dexterity of his touch on her center followed by a shiver crawling up her spine. “I thought of this too,” she said before her legs slowly spread for him so she could palm his cock.

Sighing, Tommy his finger pads brushed over her covered nub one by one. A sharp gasp, wide eyes when his thumb drew slow, circular motions and teased the highly sensitive muscle with her fully exposed and completely naked body quivered.

That roguish smile expanded when he watched her stomach quiver up and down in waves and her chest undulating from the panting. Shifting along the couch as her legs curl around his hips, pulling him close and sliding herself forward.

Tommy kissed and sucked and bit. The throaty noises served as a guide to tug, flick and rub with his hands while his eyes feasted on each pleasurable response he elicit from his soft woman. "Do you know what I think of when you leave me high and dry love?”

“What?” Eveline breathed out and gripped the back of his head, combing through his hair with her fingers. The sharp scrape of his teeth against the shell of her ear stung.

“How I want to take you really slow, then hard, harder, and even harder until you can’t cry… so I can take you again, and again, and again.” Each whispered word came out huskily, sharing his lustful, most intimate fantasy and pinched her clit hard.

Shivering, she dug her nails in his chest. “So fuck me. Deeper and harder than you ever did and don’t stop until I beg you to.”

“You need to come for me first Evie.”

Slowly gyrating her hips with the movements of Tommy’s hand, Eveline looked into his eyes. Smiling briefly before latching her mouth onto his, brushing their noses together. Eveline gently touched the lower part of his half open lip with her index finger and rubbed at it. He replied with a sideward tilt of his head, also rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

The movement was soft like a feather and tender and Eveline confessed, “I missed you.”

A faint smile softened his face as Tommy brought his lips to hers. This time, the kiss was deep, sensual and long. Her fingers slid down his neck to match with the vigor of the lip lock.

Tommy began to suck on her lower lip, his teeth tugging gently, making her groan. Breathing in deep, he twisted his fingers, rubbed her clit with his thumb and waited.

Eveline’s whole body felt tight, as if her skin had been stretched too thin and was close to bursting. She wanted to rub herself up against the beauty of her husband in front of her.

Eveline put one hand flat on his chest. A shudder shook his strong frame and Tommy made no effort to hide his want in her caresses and his unflinching eyes gave her the confidence. Removing a hand, she ignored the low grunt that came from his throat and put her hands at the center of his pants.

“I missed this.” The look in her eyes made Tommy feel as if he was the most desired man she ever laid eyes on.

His intense focus was a physical touch as she slowly undid the buttons and bringing her hips closer. This all while enjoying his hand petting her wet slit, Eveline leaned over, lips brushing as they spoke.

“I missed you inside me.” It was deliberate on her part; she liked kisses with Tommy. He caught her lower lip between his teeth again in a playful bite and she shivered.

“Like I said love, you need to cum first.” This time it was a demand and her lips slipped.

At this point, Eveline thought with her body. She was coping. More than coping. She was enjoying it. Feeling her stomach clench and the muscles of her legs spasm, leaving her shuddering. An ecstatic cry left her mouth and spots of white burst behind her eyes as she rode the high of her climax.

Tommy breathed out, head raised as he watched Eveline’s face. Her delicate throat was taut and the apex of her chin visible from her snapping her head backwards. He slid his other palm over the dent of her shapely waist, her ribs and sunk his hands into the flesh of her breasts. Her nipple was pert and he pinched it with his forefinger and thumb.

She clearly needed this release more than anything. His touch brought every nerve in her body and brain into euphoria. Nipping with his teeth at the curve of her collarbone, neck and jaw with his lips, Tommy inhaled her perfume.

Eveline still caught her breath and made a sound when Tommy slowly slipped his fingers from her insides. Looking down into bright blue, Eveline slid her hand over his forearm, wrist and the back of his rough and calloused hand that imprisoned her breast. She squeezed it, indicating he could be more firm in his hold.

“Now that I came for you,” Tommy grunted when Eveline began to slowly roll her hips began to roll in circular motions, mesmerized by the flexibility and smooth texture of her body. “I’ll have to return the favor.”

[cleoooelizabeth]

Felt like posting myself bc y tf not, let me know if its shit before I post it on insta 🤣

[nineteenninety-six]

woc!reader x tommy? if you’re not too busy off and some idea like reader being faced with racism and all that in front of Tommy or to make people cry reader being killed in front of tommy bc of her skin colour

Despite how excited I was to write this, I felt like this falls majorly short. I also couldn’t find it in me to do the angst. If you’ve kept up with my many posts, you know my life has been a mess for over the past couple of days so I’m sorry :(

Teen!Tommy x Teen WOC! Reader

TAG LIST: @shadow-of-wonder @dayna041101 @futuristicslimemongerbanana @captivatedbycillianmurphy @sweetgoodangel

WORD COUNT: 1304

Shouts and grunts coming from an alleyway caught Tommy’s attention as he walked home from school with his brothers and unable to resist, he wandered over to where they were coming from, ignoring the confused shouts of his name by his brothers but the scene that he walked on to wasn’t one that he expected. There was a crowd of about five people that Tommy recognised from his school, including a few people he knew from his class and they were beating and kicking a young girl who was curled up on the floor.

“Oi!” 

The crowd looked up at his shout and even Tommy himself surprised at himself.

“Stop what you’re doing and piss off!” Tommy was never the one to back down, even if he might lose.

“And if we don’t?” The person who Tommy assumed to be the ringleader, stepped towards him.

“Then we’ll fight ya” Arthur said as he and John stepped up beside Tommy. Sure they were thin and slightly scrawny, just like everyone else in Small Heath but they knew how to fight thanks for their father. 

The ring leader stepped forward again, not seeming to have a problem with Arthur’s threat when another member of the group stepped forward and objected, 

“Jack, they’re the fuckin’ Shelby’s, y’know the gyspy family. Even if we beat them, their family will come round and kill us.”

Jack hesitated at the new information before he scowled at Tommy and glared at him, “Fuckin’ gypsy trash.”

Jack and the rest of the group left the alleyway, with John and Arthur following them, shouting taunts. Whilst they did that, Tommy rushed over to the girl who was shivering on the floor. He pulled his jumper off and carefully wrapped it around the girl, not wanting to scare her. He then gently helped her up into a sitting position and crouched down in front of her. It was only when he did that, he saw her face for the first time and recognised her from school and town in general but he didn’t know her name.

“Hey...you alright?”

The girl nodded and sniffled, lifting her hands up to wipe her tears, 

“Thank you” She whimpers

Tommy helps her stand up and wraps his arm around her shoulder and begins to lead her out of the alleyway,

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” The girl continues to repeat.

“It’s fine...don’t worry.” Tommy felt slightly awkward from her continued thanks.

Arthur and John were standing near the entrance of the alleyway, waiting for Tommy to return and when he did with the mysterious girl he had just saved, the four of them stood in awkward silence until Tommy spoke up,

“You two better get home. I’ll drop….” Tommy trailed off when he realised he didn’t get the name of the girl who stood beside him.

“(Y/N)” She helpfully supplied, answering the silent question.

“I’ll take (Y/N) back home.” Tommy felt the girl tense slightly at his words, making him curious.

“Alright, we’ll see you back home Tom.” Arthur said before he and John made his way back to their house.

“Where do you live?”

(Y/N) hesitated in giving him an answer

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want my mum to see me like this. It’s bad enough that we get shouts and stares when we’re walking but if she finds out I was attacked....I’m afraid of how she’ll react.”

Tommy nodded in understanding, “How about I take you to mine and my aunt can help to clean up?”

(Y/N) nodded gratefully, “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course, I’m sure my aunt would kill me if I didn’t offer to help you.”

“You’ve already helped me so much.”

“It’s fine.” Tommy smiled at the girl.

They walked in silence for a bit as Tommy walked them towards Watery Lane, when Tommy spoke up,

“Does that happen often? Getting attacked because of your skin colour?”

“...Yeah.”

“That’s not fucking fair.” 

“You’re telling me.” (Y/N) scoffs, “They hate me simply because of the colour of my skin, I can’t even step outside without someone calling me a derogatory word.”

“Why don't you leave?” Tommy asked and a part of him knew it was a dumb question.

“No-one's ever left Small Heath and besides no matter where I move to, people are still going to be racist.”

Tommy couldn’t refute her argument, he knew she was right. They had reached his place and he guided her into the living room before shouting for his aunt Polly.

“Pol are you in?! Aunt Polly?!”

“Why are you shouting?” A woman’s voice sighed.

Tommy and (Y/N) turned towards the voice and saw who (Y/N) guessed was Tommy’s aunt Polly.

“I need your help” Tommy explained 

Polly walked in and eyed (Y/N) and her cuts and bruises.

“What’s happened?”

“(Y/N) needs help cleaning up before she goes home and I was hoping that you could help her.” Tommy said

Polly slowly nodded, “Go into the bathroom and bring me the kit that’s in there and then boil up some water and bring me some clean rags.”

Tommy immediately jumped up and did what his aunt asked him to do, leaving (Y/N) with his aunt. 

“C’mon dear, let’s sit down” Polly guided her to the couch and pulled Tommy’s jumper off her and then began to look over her injuries.

“What happened to you?” Polly asked.

“I was getting beat up by a bunch of kids from school when Tommy, along with Arthur and John stepped in and helped me. I didn’t want to go home looking like this to my mum so Tommy offered to take me here to help me out.”

Polly smiled at the fact that her nephews stepped in and helped (Y/N) out before she frowned,

“Why were they attacking you?”

“Because they hate me for the colour of my skin.”

Polly tutted and sighed, “People are fucking stupid eh?”

(Y/N) smiled at Polly’s words, agreeing with them.

Tommy returned at that point with the kit and rags Polly requested before darting back out and collecting the freshly boiled water. Once she had all of the supplies, Polly set to work, cleaning up (Y/N)’s cuts and scrapes and Tommy sat silently beside (Y/N) tightly gripping her hands in comfort.

When Polly was done, (Y/N) looked decent enough to go home and not have her mother notice that anything was wrong.

“Thank you so much” (Y/N) profusely thanked Polly, extremely grateful for her help.

Polly smiled at the young girl, “Of course. If you need help, don’t hesitate to come around.” 

(Y/N) couldn’t put it into words how much she appreciated the Shelby family for helping her out and not discarding her and throwing insults at her like every other family in Small Heath.

“Tommy make sure she gets home safely,” Polly ordered.

Tommy nodded and began leading (Y/N) out of the house and after one more shout of thanks to Polly, (Y/N) left the Shelby house.

“What time do you leave for school?” 

“At eight. Why?”

“I’ll come pick you up in the morning so you don’t have to walk alone.” 

(Y/N) smiled at Tommy's offer, “That would be great, thank you.”

They had reached (Y/N)’s house and (Y/N) gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before bidding him goodbye and stepping inside her house. She couldn’t wait for the walk to school the next day, excited that she finally had a friend and someone she could trust and that didn’t judge her for something she had no control over but she wasn’t ashamed of her skin colour and she loved it and embraced it, even if everyone else hated it.

[laketaj24]

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Gin and Fucking Tonic

We’ve Got It

Dirty Again

Agent of the Crown I, Agent of the Crown II

Transgressions

Small Things

Panties

Easy

Imagine Coming Home to an Angry Tommy

Competition

Christmas with Thomas Shelby Headcannons

Guarded

Under the Table

Fluff Alphabet

Upside Down

The Performance

The Inconvenience

John Shelby

Proper Timing

Michael Gray Kinks

[chocolate-milk-fanfics]

I ain’t sorry

Warnings: miscarriage, gun violence, kidnapping, cheating, period typical sexism, Implied black reader, and OOCness of characters

Word count: 6095

"You don't love me Tom! So stop acting like you care about me!" 

"That's not true and you know it!" 

"Then say it Thomas! Prove me wrong! Because you putting your dick in the barmaid while your wife takes care of this shit show you made ain't exactly helping your case!"

"Its not th- Y/n just listen!-"

"Mommy!  'ungry!" 

Opening your eyes you met the heterochromic eyes of your twin toddler boys. They stood in front of you with wide smiles and bouncing as the stood at either side of you. Sitting up straight you gave them a wide smile, shoving the memory of the night you left to the back of your mind as ruffled their curly locks. "Oh are you now? Well let's get mommy's two babies food alright?"

"Not 'aby!"

"Yeah! Not 'aby!"

Both of them whined as they followed close behind you. Charles held onto your skirt while Kenji held your hand as you led them to the kitchen. A giggle escaped you as their brown and blue eyes roamed the room for snacks before lunch. They were fraternal twins but alike in every way possible, as expected of twins. Charles was older by 1 hour and had more shaggy hair than Kenji, his left eye was blue and the other brown. While Kenji's hair was more curly, yet easier to manage than Charles, his right eye blue and other brown. Both of them had the same light brown skin, freckles, dark brows, and smile that lit up your world. Not to mention the same scowl and protective fearless nature of their father. And oh, their laugh. Just like his when you were growing up. There was no doubt they were your husband's sons and you never denied it, you could never forget him after all. Even with all the pain he caused, there was so much happiness and your sons were the product of that. "What!? Not baby? But you're my babies!" you teased softly as you began to spread the peanut butter and jelly onto the bread.

The twins looked at each other, an unspoken conversation being shared between them as you made them lunch. Kenji shook his head and pouted as he looked at his brother, the conversation came to an end as Kenji pulled on your skirt. "Not 'aby! We's 'ig 'oy!" 

"Kenny stop pulling on Mommy's skirt like that." You said simply as you cut the first sandwich into 4 little triangles like the boys preferred. Charles didn't say anything, seemingly in deep thought as he looked up at you staring at your bare stomach. Since you normally only wore undershirts and a simple loose pair of pants it was no surprise that your stomach was exposed. "And don't be silly Kenny, you and Charlie will always be my babies even when we're all really really old."

"Mommy?" 

"Yes Charlie?" 

"What's tat 'oo-boo on you tum?" 

Glancing down a frown spread across your face as you remember the way you got the wound in the first place. Taking a bullet for Tommy while pregnant wasn't your best choice but when you woke up and found out he was at the Garrison with Grace it made you realize something. That you didn't need no fucking man to make it in the world, not when that man was cheating on you. So that same night, after the showdown with Billy Kimber you bought a ticket out of town and settled down. The countryside was nice after all. No smoke, no cars, no Thomas Shelbys and no stress. It was hard, being a pregnant woman of color starting a new life but you did it and made good honest money as a nurse. Your herb and tea mixtures were known all through London and you were proud to support your boys while helping so many people. 

"Mommy?" 

Shaking your head you glanced down at. Charlie and smiled apologetically. "Sorry Charlie Mommy spaced out for a bit. What did you say?" 

Your sons looked at each other once again and then Charles shook his head. "Never 'ind! Is lunch done?" 

Nodding your head you smiled and handed both boys their own plates of food. They giggled and ran off to the living room to eat while they drew pictures. The smile that spread across your face was short lived as you watched as a familiar car pulled up in front of your home. "Boys. Bunker now." You said calmly, soft enough for them not panic but clear enough for them to know you're serious.

The two of them took their plates and papers down the hall with them. Kenji pulled on the secret handle of the fireplace and it open ever so slightly, but wide enough for them to squeeze into before it closed. Once it was securely shut you grabbed a robe and tightly wrapped it around you as a knock sounded at the door. Taking a deep breath you opened the door to look at the familiar blue eyes you fell in love with. "Thomas Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, and Pollyanna Shelby what brings you all to my front door step? And how did you find me? Was it Alfie?" 

Tommy started into your eyes, and it took everything within you not to crumble and fall into his arms. He was bruised and battered with a red eye and you wanted nothing more than to give him a better treatment than the shit hospital he went to. There were so many things you wanted to do to the Shelby family, most of them pleasant, but right now you just kept your door slightly open and your face indifferent. "I told 'im Y/n about the baby. Why didn't you tell 'im? Where are they?" 

"It doesn't matter now, Pol. That's why I left. I couldn't stay there knowing my took a bullet for my ex-husband and in return he slept with the barmaid as I lost my child." you said smoothly as you looked into her brown eyes. Shock spread across her face as she scanned you for any signs for lying, unable to find one she let out a choked sob as Tommy looked at you in pure horror. 

"Y-"

"Save it Thomas. I don't want your pity. I don't want your apology. I just want you-" 

"Stop it." came his harsh voice as he looked down at the ground. 

"Stop what Thoma-"

"Don't! Don't call me that!" he growled. Silence surrounded the lot of you as Tommy breathe became ragged and his eyes became wet. "I thought you were dead, we all did. And after 3 years of being apart, of missing you, the last thing I want to hear you call me is Thomas. I don't care who else calls me it. I just can't handle it from you." 

You didn't say anything as you stared into the blue eyes he passed onto your sons, instead you bit your lip as your own eyes got wet. "Tommy you broke my heart. I gave everything. I did everything for you, only to find out from Lizzie fucking Stark you were taking the barmaid to the races. The same thing you promised me when I was 14 and you were 17. You promised me so many things and you broke each and everyone one. Even our wedding vows. I loved you Tommy. No one else! And what did you do!?" You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face as you began to yell. Shoving Tommy into Arthur you let them keep falling, knowing none of the Shelbys could stand it. "You slept with the fucking barmaid and took her to the places you promised me! How did it feel huh!? How did it feel to find out I was right? Did you feel stupid?"

"Y/n th-thats enough." Polly stuttered softly as she tried to embrace you. You easily shook off her grip and stared into the eyes of the man that broke your heart. The man who was still in shock in his brother's grasp.

"Is it Pol!? Is it!? I told y'all she was a fucking spy from day one and none of you believed me! What changed your mind!? The bullet I lost a baby to!? Or was it the bullet Danny took!?  It's funny how for you Shelbys to listen someone has to die. Well did it work? Did you get what you want-"

"Y/n.."

"Do you feel like a man now Tommy? Are you happy with the outcome? You work alone right!? Well look where it got you! Down a kid! Down a wife! Down a loyal servant! Well don't worry. Thomas Shelby! I bet you've gotten plenty of new ones to repeat the process with!" You spat harshly. You knew your boys might be able to hear you, that's why you did your best not to curse as you looked at the people you once called a family. Letting out a soft sob you put your face in your hands and brushed it back to pull the twist you had in your hair out of your face. They snapped straight back into place but you didn't care. You wanted all of them to know you were hurt. "I buried my baby girl. She had toes and fingers and I was about 4 months along according to the doctor. I- I named her Ruby and she could have been beautiful. She could of been happy but instead she's dead, and I hope you all got what you wanted." 

With a shaky voice you moved to close the door but before you could a foot was placed in the door. "Y/n wait. Hear us out. Please. Can you let us in? I 'ave some letters from the boys and Finn. They miss their Auntie N/n." John begged weakly, but he knew the effect it had on you. Sniffles left you as slowly opened the door and looked at said letters in John's hand. Snatching them from him and turning around to walking into your home, you missed the weak reassuring smile John gave his family as they stepped in. 

The first letter belonged to Finn and as you sat down on your couch you smiled at the mess handwriting of the teenage boy, before you left you were teaching him how to read and write after all. As you opened the letter you could feel the seat next to you sink as Tommy sat, while putting a cigarette in his mouth. "No Tommy." 

A sigh escaped him and Pol as they put their cigarettes away and watched you read the first letter with a wet laugh. Finn was your favorite of the Shelby brothers, that much they all knew. He was kind after all and as the Sunflower of Small Heath everyone knew you valued that in a person. When you finished the letter from Finn you moved onto letters from John's kids. They were all short, written by Pol, and asking if you'll come back and reading each one made your heart ache. "I miss all of them so much as well. Not a day goes by without me thinking of them." 

"Then come back. We need you." Arthur said softly. There was an edge to his voice you didn't like though, staring into his eyes a frown traveled across your face as realization struck and the sight of faint scars on his neck 

"Oh Arthur.." You said softly as you placed the letters down. Standing up you moved to kneel in front of him as you cupped his face gently. Even though you were all adults now you could always read the Shelbys emotions easily. Under your fingers you could feel his pulse hammering against you. "You're hurting. Aren't you?" 

A whimper escaped him and just like that you were in his arms as he spoke softly, "It's me 'ead Y/n. I-I" 

"Shh.. Fine. You win. I'll be back one day. But for now, let me make you tea. Its with my herbs. The shit doctors give you won't work like my stuff does." You said softly, running your fingers through Arthur's greasy hair. Arthur let you go as he wiped his tears and you stood leaving for the kitchen

"Ain't that right.." Tommy mumbled under his breath as he took out cigarettes again. Hitting the match against the box he lit his cig to life and took a long drag of it. Polly glance at him as he offered a cigarette to her and with hesitation she took a drag from it as well. "Y/n? Did you mean it when you said you'll come back?" 

"Yes. Unlike you Tommy I'm not heartless. And I miss the little ones. Finn should be about 15 right now and Ada's little one should be 4 or 5. And Johns kids should be around 6 to 10." You listed as you started the water. "Would anyone else like some tea?" 

"Whiskey for me and Tommy please." Aunt Polly said as she took another drag from the cig before handing it back to Tommy, who moved to stand by your fireplace.

"Sorry, I don't keep whiskey or liquor of any kind in my house. Nor do I allow smoking Tommy." You said smoothly as you glanced over your shoulder. "Put it out." 

Tommy groaned and knocked on the fireplace a few times before taking one last drag a rubbing the cig against the bricks. Unknown to him, he alerted the twins that it was time to come out. Everything happened in slow motion and the fireplace moved causing Tommy to stumble and the boys to squeeze out with their empty plates. All eyes were on them and the sitting family members all stood as the looked at the two boys that stared straight into their father's eyes. With your back turned to them all in the kitchen you gathered the herbs you needed for Arthur's tea without a clue of what was going on behind you. "Arthur? Do you want any sugar in your tea?" 

"M-mommy.." came Charles soft voice. You turned around quickly and looked at your two boys as they stared at their father in fear. Kenji stood in front of his brother protectively despite being horrified of the tall man in front of him. "Mama!" 

Tears pooled in both of their eyes but Charles is the one that started bawling. Rushing over to them you gathered them both in your arms as they cried and kissed both of their heads as you lifted them up. "Its OK. Mommy's here. Now let's put you down for a nap. You two did so well in the bunker." 

"Y/n. Who are they?" came Tommy's shaky voice and the thought of you moving on from him and being the mother of someone else's kids. 

"The two that survived the bullet I took for you."  You said without hesitation. Aunt Polly covered her mouth in shock while Arthur and John looked at each other and then Tommy, and you. 

"Jesus Tom! 3!? At once!?" 

You didn't dare turn around, you didn't want to see their faces. They haven't even been here an hour and yet everything you worked so hard to hide is unraveling. “You never answered my question, how did you find me?”

“Soloman. How do you know ‘im?” Tommy said as his steps got closer. Knowing you wont get out of this you glanced at Polly with pleading eyes, causing her to let out a sigh and place her hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Tommy, let's wait and  give her a few minutes to get those two up stairs before you start a fight.” Aunt Pol said softly as she led Tommy back to the couches to sit down. But Tommy nudged her hand off of his shoulder and took a step closer to you, his patience running thin as you kept your hold on them.

“No. I'm tired of waiting. Y/n answer my question, now.” Tommy hissed out in annoyance. Charles sniffled and buried his face in your neck his eyes full of tears as Kenji glared at Tommy, eyes just as full of tears.

“‘nside ‘oice!” Kenji called back with a shaky voice, his dislike for Tommy at the moment was clear as day. Arthur chuckled and patted Tommy on his shoulder as you walked toward the stairs.

“‘e’s definitely your son Tommy. Looked ‘bout ready tah fight ya too, all for ‘is mum. What are their names?” Arthur teased. Biting your lip you didn't answer, instead you shifted them in your arms and made your way up the stairs carefully, whispering sweet nothings to them as you did so. You didn't need to ask your boys how they felt. That much was obvious to you as their heads moved on your shoulders to stare at Tommy as you walked, they didn't like the way he talked to you. Once you made it to their shared room next to yours you placed them in their beds and kissed their heads after wiping their tears.

“Nap time boys. If you need Mommy I’ll be down stairs. Don't hesitate to call me if you need something ok?” you said softly as you brushed their curls from their face and kissed them again. “Mommy loves you.”

Giving the boys one last look you closed the door behind you as the got under their comforters. Once you were back down the sound of the kettle going off lead you to the kitchen. “Would anyone else like some tea?”

Polly’s voice came immediately as she smiled at the thought, “The sleepy-time mixture that you used to make every morning for me! I have yet to taste anything as good as yours.” She loved your tea after all. Even though they couldn't see, you nodded anyway as you prepared two separate tea pot, one with Arthur’s mixture and one with Polly’s. When you opened the cupboard you grabbed one of your matching set of 5 and placed it on the tray with the pots of tea, carrying everything into, including some cookies. Placing the tray down on the coffee table, you poured some Arthur his cup first and handed it to him, careful not to spill the hot liquid. Silence was all that could be heard through the home you owned after serving tea to those who wanted it. “You didn't have to take them upstairs you know.”

“Knowing Arthur, Tommy and their… colorful vocabulary I felt like that was the best choice.” You teased softly as you lent back into your seat and crossed your legs, taking a careful sip from your tea. “But never mind that, why did you come searching for me? Why are you all here and what do you want?” 

“We need you to comeback.” Tommy said shamelessly. “We’ve grown our business in the past 3 years and now were the third largest bookkeepers. We plan on expanding to London with the help of the Soloman as well.” 

 “It sounds like you’ve got everything all planned out and know what to do. So what do you need me and herbs-” you rebuked only to get cut off by John as he decided to pour himself a cup of tea.

“Cut the bullshit Y/n, You’re one of the focking best -no, THE focking best- weapon maker we know. Even though Tommy wont admit it, everyone else will when I say you're irreplaceable. We need you back.” John explained clearly. 

“I stopped doing that after the boys were born. The only inventions I have left and haven't sold are in the basement.” 

“Wait you sold your weapons!? The same ones you made just for the Peaky Blinders?”

“Of course I did. You think making this house with all these secret entrances and paths was free? I sold my old invention from back when I was teen and some newer ones. I do miss weapon making but at the same time I don't. Coming up with new ideas and actually testing them out cost a lot money. And that money I rather use on my baby boys.” you scoffed. Tommy stood up, rubbing his hand down his face as he groaned in frustration. Your inventions were top of the charts, never before seen, easy to hide the use of, conceal and use. And knowing that other people all around London had it in their possession made this process a lot harder. “If it makes you feel any better Tommy the only gang I’ve sold huge loads to was Alfie. He helped me a lot when I was pregnant, even got me workers to build this very house since no one I went to wanted to work for me. So if any of the expansion shit hurts his business in any way I hope you know what you're getting into.”

“Fine. Fine… Fuck. We can work this out. We just need to go back home, have a family meeting and make a plan.” Tommy grumbled as he began to pace back and forth.

“We? No. No. No Tommy. There is no WE in this, not any more. This is your problem. Not mine or my sons.”

“Our sons, Y/n.”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. They're my sons.” 

Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to look at you with cold blue eyes of annoyance. He must of thought this would all be easy, but hell hath no fury like a protective mother. “Y/n, now's not the time to argue. We need you back at Small Heath. I need you back.”

“I thought Thomas Shelby needed no one but himself. What changed that? What changed you?” you mocked, causing Polly to take a large gulp of her tea, holding back her laughter as she watched the two of you interact. You were the only person she knew that would step to Tommy, win, and repeat the cycle over and over again. It was amusing to her no matter how old the two of you were. You were a spitfire and a beautiful girl, looks and smarts perfectly dangerous together and you knew it. Polly was the only one watching and listening though as she drank her tea, John and Arthur were too busy stuffing their faces with your cookies at an alarming rate. It was a wonder how they haven't choked yet. Both men stared at each other as a grabbed more cookies and shoved them into their mouths, causing you to roll your eyes. “If I were you I’d slow down. You might choke.”

“Things change Y/n, I changed ok? Now are you coming back or not.” he huffed out, towering over you as he stood at your feet. Your head tilted to the side and you switched the position of your crossed legs as you took a sip from your cup.

“If I come back with you, if I get back with you, you have everything to gain. My home, my inventions, my herbs, my sales, my intellect, my money, and most importantly my sons and I. There's nothing for me with you, Tommy. Nothing but more heartbreak.”

Tommy opened his mouth and then closed it, realizing you were right. A growl escaped him as he threw the only thing in his hand into the fire place, which was the tea cup. The sound of it breaking caused you to jump slightly but you didn't bat an eye. Tension began to rise as you stared into each other's eyes, neither of you backing down. Polly- seeing the way you gripped your tea cup- decided to cut in to calm things down.

“Your sons Y/n, their beautiful. So unique as well, as expected of you, so beautifully different.” she praised with a wide smile as she placed her empty cup down to pour more. At the mention of your sons, you smiled widely and broke eye contact with Tommy who was still fuming.

“They are.” you gushed immediately, a wide yet soft smile traveling across your face as you thought of them. “They love chocolate milk and yoga and they're so protective of each other it's absolutely adorable! They talk in sync sometimes and their laugh! Oh god their laugh, it's just Tommy’s back when we were kids! You should see all the pictures I have of them as babies!” tension began to dwindle as you continued to gush about your sons. But the elephant in the room only seemed to grow bigger.

“What are their names? I ask yah before but yous never answered.” 

“Oh! Sorry.” you giggled softly as you drank from your cup finishing the last of your tea, placing it down on the coaster only for Tommy to take it and fill it up with tea from Arthur’s pot. “It’s Charles and Kenji. But I call them Charlie and Kenny. They don't like loud sound that much either.”

“Y-You kept the names.” Tommy said barely above a whisper, almost as a question as he looked at you incredulously. “You kept the names.” his voice was stronger that time but the smell of his cologne was stronger as he embraced you, placing a sudden kiss your lips causing you to melt into his arms. You weren't nearly as over him as you thought, it seemed. “You’re coming home.”

“No Tommy. Not yet at least. If I come back it's on my terms, not yours. I already agreed to come back. Now you just have to wait.”

“My wife and kids aren't going to be away from me Y/n. You're coming home and that's fina-”

“When are you going to understand that this is my home. I built it from scratch and I’m not leaving.”

“I'm not leaving you here.”

“This isn't Small Heath Tommy. I can make my own decisions and I don't need you hovering. I don't need you dictating my life. This is my house, my home, and it was made with my money. You have no authority here.”

No one said a word, Tommy still had you in his arms you still didn’t pull away. Tommy clenched and unclenched his jaw as he stared into your blazing eye. He nodded his head a few times and for once you thought the fighting was over. “Fine. Arthur, you're driving. Aunt Pol, John can you get the boys?”

“Get the boys? Tommy you are not taking my kids from me!” you hissed, squirming in his arms ad you tried to get free of his grasp. His arms moved down to hold your waist and in one swift movement Tommy was standing and you were thrown over his shoulder. “TOMMY! PUT ME DOWN!” 

“You're right, I’m not taking our kids from you, Y/n. I'm taking all of you with me. But since I’m feeling nice and you said there were weapons in the basement this will be our holiday home for next month.” Tommy said, completely unfazed by your yelling and kicking as Polly and John hesitated to get the sleeping boys upstairs. You were still in your robe as you thrashed around in Tommy’s arms and knowing that it was getting you nowhere you sighed and resorted to kicking. But before you could get good kick in Tommy’s free arm held your legs in place. When John and Polly came back down the boys were still asleep as they carried them.

“What about the tea and biscuits?” 

“Forget the fucking tea and biscuits John. She can make some more when we get home. Aunt Pol’s been taking care of her plants for the longest now.”

“Tommy! Put me down! This is kidnapping!” you hissed lowly, not wanting to wake your boys up, but your words fell on deaf ears. Tommy’s hand was perched on your ass as you continued to squirm around furiously, but a slap on your ass caused you to gasp and still. “Tommy!” John was behind everyone and the last one to leave the house. Since the key to the house was in the foyer he locked the door behind everyone, careful not to wake Kenji. “You can't seriously be kidnapping me and my kids right! Aunt Pol! Are you really ok with this!? I thought you were the voice of reason of the Shelbys! Y’all can't be serious right now! I’M NOT DRESSED! I'M INDECENT!” you pleaded, but Tommy’s grip on you tighten and Arthur opened the car door. 

“As long as you sit still you wont get exposed. And if someone does look at you that isn't family, as your husband I have the right to kill them.” Tommy said smoothly as he sat you in the back with him. Polly gently held Charles up for Tommy to pick up, and then he passed Charles to you. You held the sleeping Charles close to you and kissed his forehead as you glared at the male next to you.

“You kill anyone and my boys see it and I’m cutting off your dick Thomas Shelby. You're on thin ice.” a chuckle escaped the man as he took Kenji from John. With his son in his arms Tommy was able to observe the similarities between him and the toddler. His eyebrows were dark and similarly shaped, and even with his eyes closed Tommy could remember the deep blue that Kenji had in his right eye. The boy on his lap was 33% of the proof that you loved him. The other 66% being Charles and Ruby.  He was the lucky one. Not the other way around like he always thought. You were smart, loyal, funny, and an amazing inventor as well. He didn't want to think about how wrong he did you, because then he’d end up hating himself even more than he already does. With Charles in your lap, your arms held him protectively as he began to stir. Glaring at the Shelbys around you the thing that calmed you down was when Charles snuggled closer into you. And at the same time Kenji did the same to Tommy, causing his heart to clench and Tommy to hold him tighter, afraid that this was all a figment of his imagination and the worst nightmare he could ever have. The one where his brain shows him everything he’s thought about, everything he’s wanted to have with you. Only for the shoves to start again, just like they did when you left.

But instead, Tommy kissed Kenji’s freckled cheek when he thought no one was looking, being a lot more gentle with the boys than you expected him to be, almost making you happy to be near him again, almost.

“Mama?” came a soft voice from below you. Your dark eyes met the heterochromatic brown and blue of Charles eyes and you smiled.

“Yes Charlie?”

“Are ‘e living wif Daddy nows?”

You knew Tommy heard him and Tommy knew you knew as well. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him watching you, waiting for your response, but you didn't directly look at him. You both knew what your answer was going to be without you even having to say it, Tommy’s smug smile only proved so. 

“For now? Yes baby. But just for now. We wouldn't want the chickens to feel lonely now would we?” you whispered back causing a chuckle to escape Tommy. Having enough of his shit you kicked him in the shin, careful not to disturb your sons. Now it was your turn to chuckle as Tommy bit his lip to hold in the sound of pain. Polly laughed softly at the face Tommy was making, and to save himself from further embarrassment he shifted the attention away from him. 

“You ‘ear that Johnny boy? She has chickens!  Maybe you should take her home instead.” Tommy teased with a smile. John  rolled his eyes but the smile on his face was apparent as Tommy laughed, tilting his head back in the process. The same laugh he passed onto your sons came out of him, and if anyone asked you would deny the fact that it was calming to hear. “Now we have to come back, wouldn't want the chickens to starve either.”

Charles fell back asleep in your arms without another word as Kenji’s thumb rested in his mouth. The way their eyes fluttered was a tell told tale to you that they were in a deep sleep. Allowing you the chance to finally speak your mind. “You know. You all have a lot of fucking nerve to come searching for me and then take me from, excuse my language but, my  goddamned home. And you have even more nerve that if you think for a second that I’ll just turn over and do what ever the fuck you say. Tommy for one, you look like shit and that tells me just how much control you have over all the shit you've caused. Who the fuck did you double cross this time you bloody idiot.-”

“Ahh, and there she is. It was weird not hearing you curse.” Polly cut you off with a soft chuckle as she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out away from you and the boys. 

“You're all inconsiderate jackasses sometimes, you know that? I have two toddlers to take care of and yet you still want to drag me into this. Tell when the people that hurt you Tommy, did they go after anyone else? Who died? Who got hurt?” you asked calmly, your voice betraying how you actually felt. But even as you ranted, your eyes never left the figures of your sons. “It’s been three years but it seems like the only one who has changed is me. And now you wanna drag me into all of this to solve the mess you made. Well guess what, if you think I’m going to forgive you and come crawling back you have another thing coming Thomas Shelby. I loved you with all my heart and the only thing I got in return was a bullet and a broken heart. So how about for once in your goddamn life you take responsibility for the mess you've made and clean it up yourself, cause I’m not making you shit other than tea.”

“Y/n-”

“Save it Tommy. I dont need to hear any more of your fucking empty promises.” you hissed as you throat tightened and your eyes became glossy. 

“Y/n please don't cry..”

“How can I not Polly? He cheated on me. He broke my heart. I watched him fall out of love with me and in love with someone else. I know I’m not pale, blonde, not extra skinny or dripping with femininity like she was. But I didn't think it would matter, because I loved you Tommy and I thought you loved me. I gave you everything I had to fucking offer and even that wasn't enough for you. Because you're never fucking satisfied Thomas Shelby.”

‘Y/n please..” Tommy mumbled as he shifted Kenji on his lap. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, scared that if he moved you’ll cry even more. Pol watched with sad eyes, but didn't say anything, it wasn't her place after all.

“I gave you everything I had and it wasn't enough… No, because instead you fell for the barmaid spy. The same one that ratted you out. And even after finding out what she did. Even after I took that bullet for you, the same bullet that killed my baby and almost killed me, you spent the night with her. I-I- I can't forgive you for that and I never will Tommy. And if it wasn't for these two sleeping angel that I gave birth to alone, none of this would be happening. My boys deserve the chance to know you, and to love you. The same way I loved you. And if they choose to hate you instead that will be no one’s fault but your own.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tommy finally said after a minute of tense silence.

“It means you have a week. That’s how long you have before I take my sons back home. Because at the end of the day the barmaid may have tempted you but she’s not the one that said ‘I do’ at the altar. Nope, that was you Thomas Shelby and now because of that I love you just as much as I hate you.”

[sparklemichele]

Thomas Shelby X WOC

“You can change what you do, but you can’t change what you want.”

@laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @oddsnendsfanfics @byzantium-glytch @readsalot73 @emmysrandomthoughts @captstefanbrandt @virgosapphire79 @titty-teetee

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Stolen Wife

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”

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As soon as the papers were signed for new consignment delivery and the ink was dry on the paper, Tommy decided to throw a curveball, to get to know his elusive new business partner.

“Grace is throwing a party for some charity. She asked me to invite you and your wife.” Tommy said carelessly.

“Party…?” Reuben asked in confusion, he had never mixed business with pleasure or even family.

“Don’t you Americans have over the top exuberant parties?” Tommy taunted the former soldier.

“We do, but I don’t believe in getting my family involved with the people I do my business with…” Reuben tried to reject the offer as politely as he could.

But little did he know, Thomas Shelby was not going to give it up so easily.

“It is a charity ball for orphaned kids nothing dangerous, I’m sure your Mrs can handle one night with the Shelbys” Tommy cajoled.

“Mr. Shelby, I don’t mix my work with my personal life. It is better that way and I certainly do not involve my wife in anything related to this side of my business.” Rueben tried to argue his way out this predicament.

“It is not going to be anything illegal or even borderline illegal, I have promised Grace that I will do no shady dealings at the ball.” Tommy reiterated.

“I really don’t mix my business and personal life and I would like to keep it that way.” Rueben did not budge. 

Tommy lit a cigarette, giving himself time to think of any other way of getting insight into Rueben’s life, any pressure point that can be exploited if needed. Tommy’s other attempts had been in vain; soldiers in Rueben’s rank had been tight-lipped about everything, something he admired about Rueben and his tightly reigned empire.

Tommy took out the invite from his drawer and handed it to Rueben as a last resort.

“Take this, will you, I don’t want Grace finding it here. I will tell her you are busy” Tommy added defeatedly.

Rueben pocketed the invite not wanting to further prolong the conversation with the king of Birmingham.

Ruben got up and held out his hand to shake Tommy’s to read his temperament. Tommy shook Rueben’s hand with mild annoyance, annoyance that he hadn’t been able to pierce the armor around Fitch and his gang.

Rueben gave Tommy his charming smile, he was relieved that Tommy dropped the subject.  He was never going to let his two worlds mix. You were too precious for him to be tainted with what his not-so-legal life is filled with, the grotesque violence, the depravity, the drugs among other things.

Tommy decided that he needed to find another way to find any weak spot in Rueben’s Gang.

What he did not expect was for Grace to get Rueben to the ball.

When he saw Rueben at the ball, he was astonished…Apparently, Grace had run into the loving couple at the marketplace and somehow convinced Rueben’s wife to come to the ball. Tommy could not describe the feeling when he saw you for the first time…There you were looking glorious and innocent like a princess in a purple dress. He gulped visibly, he now understood why Rueben kept you away.

[bubblebuckys]

WIP GAME

i was tagged by @divine-mistake, thank you 🥰

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

bewitched (sam x reader; sex pollen; one shot)

heutagogy (sam x f!reader; fwb; series)

what we want (bucky x f!reader; a/b/o dynamics; series; my very first tumblr wip)

can’t kill me twice (bucky x f!reader; tws, cw and post; series)

you were missing from me (bucky x f!reader; angst; series)

say you love me (steve x f!reader; fwb; two-parter; this is something i’ve been trying to writing since october of 2019 idk if i’ll ever post it)

a nasty rumor (bucky x f!reader; best-friend’s-dad!bucky; maybe two parter?)

solace (steve x f!reader; fluff; series)

and i have an untitled arranged marriage tommy shelby x woc!reader fic (i have not finished watching the series but this idea came to me during season two)

tagging: @subtlebucky @klinenovakwinchester @buckybarnesthehotshot @its-tortle @nsfwsebbie @bibbidibobbidibucky @babyjordy @the--sad--hatter @carolmaximoffs

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Legitimate

Chapter 3

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite! Thank you

Summary: Tommy’s thirst for power leads him overseas to the States, where he's after more than just business. What starts as a strategic move soon becomes something far more complex.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. Dark Slow Burn

Dark Tommy Shelby x Reader

🚬

You straighten your portfolio folders for the tenth time, aligning them beside the charcuterie board—a meticulous arrangement of fine cheeses, smoked meats, and glistening slices of ripe fruit, each piece placed with almost obsessive care. The faint aroma of freshly baked cookies drifts from the kitchen, weaving through the clean, crisp scent of furniture polish. Golden light filters through sheer curtains, softening the sharp edges of the room and glinting off the polished glass coffee table.

You pause for a moment, glancing over the living area and wonder if anyone ever truly notices these small touches—the invisible effort that turns a house into a dream.

A faint knock pulls your attention to the entryway, the sound reverberating through the stillness. You glance at your watch—it’s early for the showing, but perhaps that’s a good sign. Eagerness often signals serious intent to buy, or so you hope.

You had tried to dissuade the sellers from an open house. In your experience, they rarely resulted in a sale—but they insisted, and you complied.

Crossing the room, you weave through the staged perfection, smoothing your expression into a practiced smile. As you reach the door and pull it open a faint familiar scent of cigarettes drifts toward you, catching your nose just before the figure steps into view.

“Good afternoon,” Tommy begins smoothly, his accent peeking out just slightly. You feel your smile waver, but you hold it steady, refusing to let it falter.

Since the unexpected gift appeared at your door, you hadn’t stopped working with him. He never mentioned it, and you made sure not to either. No thanks, no questions about how he found your address or why he sent it. You simply pretended it never happened, reminding yourself this was strictly business—nothing more.

“Hello, Tommy,” you greet him, your voice a touch stiffer than intended. The question nags at the edge of your thoughts—how did he know about the open house? But, like the wine and flowers, you push it aside. Better to let it go. “I didn’t expect to see you today. I thought you passed on this listing when I showed it to you a few days ago.”

His gaze shifts past you, sharp and detached, the faint tang of cigarettes trailing him like a signature. It clings to the air, a phantom of habits you’d come to associate with him. He always had one—always—perched between his fingers or tucked at the corner of his mouth. You’d lost count of how many times you’d told him to put it out, your voice firm, surprisingly he always complied. But now, with his hands empty and his mouth free, he looked odd.

"I think I might have spoken in haste," he says casually, brushing past you with a renewed focus on the staircase. "I wasn’t sold on it before, but I’ve had a few days to sleep on it."

He pauses, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Besides, I can’t afford to waste time. I need to lock something down—sooner rather than later.”

You nod silently, hesitating for a moment, debating whether to follow him. But you stay put, watching as he ascends the stairs with an unhurried pace. At the top, he stops and glances back, those icy blue eyes sweeping over you and the room below, like a king surveying his kingdom.

🚬

The large home is a buzzes of life as more prospective buyers arrive. Smiling, you greet each one with polished charm, answering the same questions over and over with practiced enthusiasm.

They’re all the same—polite, curious, but ultimately deterred by the one thing you can’t control, the price. The house is beautiful, the location ideal, yet the price remains the death knell, reverberating through every conversation.

“Um, are the previous owners smokers?” a blonde woman asks, cutting through your rehearsed routine. Her question catches you off guard, and you blink.

“Oh, no,” you reply, a nervous chuckle slipping out as you steady your smile. “Why do you ask?”

“I smelled smoke when I went to check out the upstairs,” she whispers, leaning in far too close. Her hairspray mingles with scent of her perfume.

Your eyes instinctively scan the crowd, searching for Tommy. Of course, it had to be him.

“That’s odd,” you say, keeping your tone light. “Maybe someone stepped outside for a cigarette earlier, and the scent drifted back in.”

“I don’t think so. It was so strong I had to get away from it. I can’t even smell it down here,” she insists.

“Well, that’s not good,” you concede with a polite smile. “I’ll go check it out.”

You don’t wait for her response. Weaving through the crowd in the hallway, you ascend the stairs with measured steps. Your grip tightens on the railing as you inhale deeply, searching for the faint trace of smoke still lingering in the air.

At the landing, you pause, sniffing the air like a bloodhound. You’re sure you look ridiculous, but you keep your movements subtle, flashing a tight smile when nearby buyers glance your way.

The scent pulls you toward the far end of the hallway. Every door stands wide open as you pass, people milling about inside or out, but the study remains closed. You pause outside it, the smell unmistakably stronger here. You already know what you’ll find inside, yet the dread of confrontation roots you in place.

🚬

The door creaks with your intrusion, its hinges groaning softly in protest. You snap it shut behind you, the soft click blending into the muted buzz of activity filtering up from below.

Tommy stands across from you, leaning against the desk, his face partially obscured by the curling tendrils of smoke rising from his cigarette as he speaks softly into his phone. His eyes flick to yours as you hesitate, unsure of what to do. Your gaze drifts to the cigarette between his fingers, irritation rising slowly, curling upward like the smoke, but you swallow it.

You’ve asked him countless times not to smoke in the house—he knows better. You’re sure of it.

You turn away, your eyes fixating on the window as you storm toward it, the sharp click of your heels echoing against the hardwood floor. Your hands move swiftly, flicking the locks open before gripping the heavy frame, straining as you push it. The window resists, the frame creaking under pressure, and you push harder, determined, the sound of your struggle almost drowning out his conversation.

It finally gives with a frustrating groan, and a cool breeze rushes in, cutting through the smoke with a welcome sharpness. Outside, children laugh and shout as they play in the yard next door, their mother watching from the porch. The scene stirs something faint and unwelcome—a memory of what you once thought you wanted but could never quite hold on to.

As you stare out the window, his reflection catches your eye, making you gasp. At some point, his phone disappeared, the call ended. You hadn’t noticed him approach, sly and silent as a fox stalking unseen.

“Um, I don’t think the sellers would appreciate that,” you say, nodding toward the cigarette in his hand.

He exhales slowly, the smoke curling upward in lazy spirals. You wave the air in front of your face, trying to push it away.

“You didn’t tell me not to,” he replies coolly, his gaze steady and unreadable.

“Well,” you say, your voice quieter, “it wouldn’t matter to me if you smoke here—if you were buying it.”

He takes another slow drag, his silence stretching just long enough to make you uncomfortable. “I’m still thinking.”

You suppress a sigh. He’s been like this since the beginning, indecisive and inscrutable.

“You’re always thinking,” you say, a smart edge to your voice.

For a fraction of a second, his eyes flicker toward you, a slight tightening of his jaw that you almost miss, before he looks away, lost in the haze of smoke. “Some decisions need a little more clarity,” he says, his tone calm, almost dismissive.

Your lips press into a thin line. Your chest tightens with frustration, but you force yourself to nod. “I see… Well if that’s the case then I think we should end our business here.”

“You promised to find me a house.” He retorts.

“And as I’ve told you before Mr. Shelby-”

“Tommy,” he corrects a bit firmly.

“Mr. Shelby,” you reaffirm. “I can’t help you. I’ve tried. I’ve showed you house after house, but none have suited your taste.”

“So you’re just a quitter then?” Tommy asks, his brow cocked at you quizzically.

"I’m not a quitter," you reply with a sigh, your frustration seeping into your words. "I’ve done everything I can—rearranged my schedule, prioritized you over others, even passed on buyers who were likely more serious—all because you said you needed to buy a house immediately. But now… it’s starting to feel like you’re playing games with me, and I just don’t understand why."

"Still sounds like quitting," he challenges, his voice maddeningly calm.

You bite back the sharp response that rises to your lips, exhaling slowly. “If I knew what you wanted, maybe I could help you more. But as it is… I think it’s best you find another agent.”

He doesn’t react immediately, his gaze drifting to the cigarette in his hand. "Did you drink it yet?" he asks, his tone so casual it throws you off balance.

You hesitate, caught off guard by the sudden question. Why is he bringing this up now?

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He taps out his cigarette, a defiant grin playing at the corners of his lips. Your frown deepens as he taps the cigarette against the hardwood desk. The spot where it lands seems destined to leave a mark. "Though I thought we agreed to share a glass once we finally closed on a house. Guess I’ll have to send another bottle when you finally close the deal for me."

“What?” You blink, hesitating, your brow furrowing. “Are you saying you want to buy this house?”

“I wanted to confirm a few things first. But now? I’m confident in my decision.”

"This is great!" you exclaim, pulling out your phone to quickly text the seller. There’s something odd in his tone, but you push it aside, focusing on what matters: he seems serious about the house, which means commission and an end to these awkward interactions.

“I’ll let the sellers know and get the contract to you ASAP. I’ll send you an email, and once you e-sign, we can start the process. I’ll make sure you get the keys by the end of the day.”

“Slow your horses,” he says, his voice steady, almost amused. “I’m a bit old-fashioned. I want something physical, something I can hold and touch with my hands.”

His gaze lingers, dragging over you like a weight. There was something in his eyes—hunger, maybe. Lust.

“I-I can do that,” you manage, the awkward stammer betraying a calm you don’t feel. You shifted, dismissing the thought. You’d been wrong before, mortifyingly so. It was just him, you told yourself. Just his presence, how he was. “Where… do you want me to take it?”

He doesn’t answer right away, as though savoring your words. When he finally speaks, his tone feels deeper, and his eyes dim with an unfamiliar darkness you can’t place. “My office. I’ll text you the address.”

You stay back as he moves to leave, pausing only to pull a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it coolly, with his back turned to you. You don’t stop him—it’s his house now. When the door swings shut behind him, the air feels lighter, clearer. Yet the unease he leaves behind clings to you.

[twistedrunes]

hi, I thought maybe you can name your fav peaky blinders authors if you read? or maybe just some texts you liked? x

Hello friend,

I both love and hate being asked this question because I KNOW I will forget someone and that makes me feel horrid. But here are some of those writers who immediately spring to mind. I do tag all fics I share with #not mine - so you can search my blog too. I’m not sure what you are looking for in particular so here are a few options:

Tommy

@prettieparker86 - it’s all about Tommy and angst/ exploring emotions here, three wonderful series here. smut. 

@tommysmutnothingbut - also all about Tommy, but this time all about the smut. It’s what it says on the tin. This stuff is HOT. Dom! Tommy features heavily. 

Alfie@inkinterrupted - there are a few wonderful Alfie series here, but this author has written a range of wonderful Tom Hardy characters too. Smut

@peaky-yamyam - Has been a little inactive lately but still well worth a look. Smut

Assorted

@blinder-secrets - the whole gang - no smut.

@collecting-stories - again the whole gang and no smut 

@xxdearlybeloved - a variety of characters and smut!

@danceyreagan - assorted characters, particularly Isaiah Jesus, reader is also a WOC. 

@ hethrewmyheartinthecut - writes an amazing range of characters and pairings - also the creator of the AMAZING peaky pairings quiz.  Who’s Your Peaky Match? quiz.

Tommy x Alfie

@whentommymetalfie - the OG. There’s a whole wonderful array of mostly fluffy (but with occasional heartbreaking angst) Tommy x Alfie and extended fam stuff. Art too!

@darkandstormyslash - mostly on AO3, mostly smut, BDSM themes (basically what it says on the tin, dark and stormy slash)

@bluerighthand - an AU of the young Shelby’s, with some Alfie too. 

@fiveaceslike  - lots of wonderful headcanons and theories

@zainclaw - their first chapter in their coffee shop AU is wonderful 

@toyhto - amazing interesting work, mostly on AO3. 

@pure-bastard-extract - mostly does amazing art, but has written some great pieces, which with the current changes to visual ‘adult content’ we may see more of!! (nudge, nudge) 

Okay, I’m stopping there. If I forgot you I’m sorry, it wasn’t intentional. 

Happy reading friends. 

[hethrewmyheartinthecut]

The Complete Peaky Blinders + Characters of Color Masterlist (edit: no longer complete)

Edit: this masterlist is no longer complete, as I am no longer using this tumblr very much and won’t be around to update it

All works on this list are set in the world of Peaky Blinders and FOCUSED on at least one canon or original character of color. (This means no Michael-centric fics with only one or two scenes involving Isaiah, etc.) All works should be longer than 500 words and located on tumblr or archiveofourown. 

Last updated 10/16/18.

WARNING: I have not read all the fics on this list, and fully abandon all responsibility for their quality, content warnings, etc. Read at your own risk.

🎖 indicates a personal favorite of mine + notes on why I like it

TABLE OF CONTENTS

FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

FIC W/ AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER - This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

CONCLUSION - some parting thoughts

1. FIC W/ A CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any fic that focuses on at least one canon character of color.

🎖 ISAIAH-CENTRIC - me aka Ashling on ao3 //  Isaiah Jesus and the Sucker Punch Heist // Multi-chapter heist fic focusing on Isaiah, w/ side helpings of Isaiah x WOC, other original characters of color, action, friendship, drama 🎖 notes: really did my damnedest to make this a fun, good one

ISAIAH x FINN - rxttenk1d on ao3 // Finn Has A Choking Kink // smut, written in the second person

ISAIAH x FINN - me // picnic // short modern AU romcom fic

ISAIAH x FINN - me // coffeeshop // Finn has been waiting a long time for his goddamn espresso. 

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // change // exquisite prose, incredibly short 

ISAIAH x MICHAEL - cyrusbarrone // saint dymphna // exquisite prose, perfect 100-word drabbles

ISAIAH x MONA MALLORY - @danceyreagan // several fics on this masterlist //a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus

ISAIAH x OC - @justaclichewhitegirl​ aka justaclichewhitegirl on ao3 // Hell is Empty and the Devils Are All Here // Alexandra wanted the past to stay in the past, but when doing a business deal with the Shelby's that doesn't always happen.

ISAIAH x OC - wishfulwriter on ao3 // Don't forget where you came from // Living with the Blinders is no walk in the park, especially not if you're somewhat involved with some of them.

🎖 MR. ZHANG x TOMMY - KeithKoenar // For what are we but weak men in a mad world on ao3 // In which Mister Zhang is terribly sick for two weeks and Thomas Shelby ultimately ends up stealing a damn prostitute, because he is a foolish, weak man. 🎖 notes: intriguing, original, smutty

2. FIC W/ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF COLOR

This is any Peaky fic or imagine that focuses on at least one original character of color.

CHADDA “SAM” SAMRA x ISAIAH - @peakyposts // The Art of Sneaking Around // Multiple Chapters // Finn Shelby, Isaiah Jesus and Chadda “Sam” Samra had been friends since they were children, but as Chadda gets older her responsibilities become more important than hanging out with her friends. How is she supposed to juggle helping out at her mother’s hair salon, going to school, and eventually falling in love with one of her best friends? Especially when one of those things is completely forbidden by her traditional parents? 

MONA MALLORY x ISAIAH - @danceyreagan // a black OC, Mona Mallory, is cute as hell and dating Isaiah Jesus. There’s over half a dozen small fics on danceyreagan’s masterlist about this couple, plus some moodboards.

RADHA CHAKRAVATI x FINN - @peakyarthurs // “It was all about helping a friend in need.” (Indian OC)

UPCOMING FIC PROMOS: 

UNNAMED OC x MICHAEL - [PENDING] @alfiesolcmons​ plans to write a fic set in America, where the OC is a woman of color. More info forthcoming.

EVE CHEN x TOMMY - [PENDING] I plan to write a multichapter fic about Eve Chen, a fiercely guarded and independent Chinese woman who develops an enemies with benefits situation with Tommy. Moodboard here, more info forthcoming.

3. READER x CANON CHARACTER OF COLOR

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between Reader & a canon character of color.

Reader x Isaiah Jesus

🎖 by @birminghamblinders​ 

🎖 notes: haven’t read these imagines but I know birminghamblinders can write

son of a preacher man // Isaiah had been in your life for what seemed like forever, but was really no time at all. 

love, in phases // Isaiah, quite honestly, knew he wanted to marry you from the first time he spoke to you. 

by @blindersbeach​: 

dad’s plan: pt 1 / pt 2

with purpose // “Isaiah and the reader are best friends spending Valentine’s day together, but become more”

by @blinder-baker​

Brown Eyes // Reader reassures Isaiah

🎖 by @blinder-secrets​ 

Perfect // Reader marries Isaiah

🎖 notes: tooth-rotting fluff

by @bonniebird 

untitled // Imagine hiding that you and Isaiah are dating 

by @collecting-stories​

untitled // sex worker Reader falls for Isaiah 

🎖 Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2 🎖 notes: sweet stuff

morning // protective Isaiah

untitled // reader stands up for Isaiah against some racist

by @ijustwant2write​ 

“Let me help you!” // Reader helps her friend get out of an abusive relationship & Isaiah gets caught up in the mix

by on Jordy___9 ao3

A Long Time Wait // Michael x Reader; Michael invites Isaiah to join them, and he agrees to the idea.

by @la-dame-fleur 

untitled // SMUT

by @lucachangretta 

give over // jealous!Isaiah

by @michaelshelbys 

dramatic // in which isaiah jesus is quite frankly sick of sneaking around with the youngest shelby sister

by @nogods--nomasters​

untitled // You and Isaiah having to hide your feelings

“Please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry.” // Shelby sister Reader

“Why are you so nice to me?”

by @peakyxshelby 

Item // Reader is John’s daughter

Forbidden Flame // Reader is a Shelby sister: pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4

by @peaky-blinders-lit​ 

Savior // country girl gets lost in Birmingham, meets Isaiah

by @shelbylimiited 

blissful unawareness // Reader is a Shelby sister

helping hand // Reader is a barmaid at the Garrison; Isaiah helps

disapproval // Reader is kicked out of her home for dating Isaiah

by @theshelbycompanyltd​

of fire, fighting, and other “f” words // You went to the Shelby wedding in search of a little excitement. You found Isaiah. 

Reader x Jeremiah Jesus

surely somebody has to have written this, and yet I cannot find anything?

Reader x Colonel Ben Younger

the universe is nothing but a vast disappointment. that man was CUTE

4. READER OF COLOR x CANON CHARACTER

This is any Peaky imagine that focuses on the relationship between a Reader of color & a canon character.

Alfie Solomons

by @peaky-yamyam

Wisdom and War // “Alfie falls for a beautiful black lady who is strong, intelligent, curvy, badass, and is as nutcrackers as him”

by @mrschangrettawrites

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Persian reader)

by me

🎖 A Curious Correspondence // WOC reader gets to know Alfie Solomons through writing him letters as a volunteer during the war🎖 notes: I reread this one sometimes for kicks and giggles

by somebody

I KNOW somebody has an adorable fic that I think is titled Habibi which is ROC x Alfie but I can’t for the life of me remember where I saw it???? please send help

Finn Shelby

by @twistedrunes​

untitled // Isaiah’s sister is rescued by Finn.

Isaiah Jesus

Note: These are only the Isaiah Jesus imagines with a reader that is explicitly a POC; see above (pt 3) for all Isaiah Jesus imagines

🎖 by @collecting-stories​ 

Visiting // Isaiah meets a black girl from America and is completely smitten: pt 1 / pt 2

🎖 sweet stuff

John Shelby

by @xxdearlybeloved​

Among the Stars (masterlist, 10 chapters) // the reader is Jeremiah Jesus’ niece, forced to return to Small Heath from London.

Luca Changretta

by @mrschangrettawrites​

Acquisitions // (Turkish reader) “Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

Tommy Shelby

by @mrschangrettawrites

Another Kind of Language // (black reader) “You couldn’t speak the same way others could, but you still knew how to communicate.”

[PENDING] untitled [promo post] // (Indian reader x Tommy x Luca)

5. IN (MESSY) CONCLUSION

Isaiah is deeply beloved by all. do you have any idea how many fucking tabs I had to open to sort through the Isaiah fic and imagines? I had to bust my ASS

WOC are desperately underappreciated, but at least we’re doing better than fucking Steven 

someone: “I want to write fic but I am not a POC/not that kind of POC/unsure of how to do this” 

me: “listen, just use google & your common sense, then you’ll already be 2 steps ahead of steven fucking knight”

AGAIN, if you have any additions, subtractions, recommendations, send me an ask or a message or whatever. talk to me

[mrschangrettawrites]

Acquisitions

Summary: Every person has their purpose, and yours has just come up.

Pairing: Luca Changretta x Reader

Words: 2251

Notes:  Spoilers for season four, reader is a WOC. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

I will admit I’m a little unsure of this as a first chapter lmao be sure to tell me what you think!

Tagging: @kittiofdoom (who is the one who gave me this idea ages ago), if you would like to be added to the tag list just lmk!

CHAPTER ONE

Family meetings always made you nervous. There was something about being under Tommy’s impassive blue eyes that made you uneasy and all the more worried that you would mess something up. And with the Italians and the vendetta, this only made your anxieties worse.

Tommy exhaled cigarette smoke before looking at you all. “I’ve spoken to Luca Changretta.” He said slowly. “And we’ve reached an agreement.”

“What kind of agreement?” Arthur asked gruffly. “And why didn’t I know about this before now?”

“It’s a peace agreement.” Tommy said, not looking at his brother. “As much as it pains me to say, the Italians are leagues ahead of us, and if this doesn’t end here, things will only get worse for us. So we made a deal.”

You glanced over at Ada and clutched her hand under the table, squeezing it tight.

“He’s going to marry a Shelby.”

A stunned silence followed, and slowly, all eyes fell on Ada, including your own.

The idea of handing Ada over to the Italians upset you and you wanted to protest, but you weren’t brave enough. Already you could feel your heart sinking and missing Ada, even as she continued to sit beside you and hold your hand. Out of your cousins, she was your favourite when you were growing up. The boys, save for Finn, were all older than you and Ada tended to be more than enough for them to deal with, girl wise. Being an only child, you had clung onto your cousins as makeshift siblings, but Ada was the only one who returned the feelings. Tears began to prick at your eyes. First John now Ada, both taken by the mafia, albeit in different ways. You hoped you would be able to write to her, maybe even visit if the Changrettas took a big enough liking to Ada, and why shouldn’t they? She was fierce and brave and smart, everything one would want in a daughter-in-law.

“Name.”

You looked up at Tommy so quickly you were surprised your neck didn’t break. “Y-Yeah?” You said nervously.

“Pack your things.” He said. “Your train leaves tonight.”

There was another silence, as everyone processed what Tommy had just said.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Ada spat, glaring at her brother. “You can’t send her off to America!”

“I can and I have.” Tommy replied firmly. “It’s the agreement Luca Changretta and I came to, and it’s the agreement we’re going to follow.”

“Like Hell we are.” Polly joined in with a sneer. “You’ve done some shit Tommy but this has to be the worst! You don’t sell off family!”

“Pol.” Despite how softly you spoke, your voice was able to carry in the small room, making everyone turn to you. “It’s ok.” You looked up Tommy. “I understand.”

And you did, really. In a family like yours, sacrifices and decisions are made that can be hard on everyone else. But while a new feeling of apprehension had settled over you, a part of you also felt elated.

For years you had tried to prove yourself to the brothers, wanting them to see that you could be just as useful as any other Blinder and be just as worthy of the cap. When Tommy became the head of the family you tried especially hard to impress him, to get him to see you as more than just an annoying younger cousin. You had done whatever he asked, yet somehow it never proved to be enough. He put you to the side, choosing someone else to do this or that job, only going to you as an afterthought. To know that Tommy trusted you with something as big as this made your heart swell, along with a new determination to make Tommy proud.

He nodded, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Good.”

“No, not good!” Ada was on her feet, no longer holding your hand. “Name isn’t a stallion you can put out to stud Tommy! And you can’t just do this without asking her!”

“Ada.” Tommy said warningly. “Drop it.”

“Fuck off Tommy!” She snapped in return. “Go back to Changretta and tell him the deal’s off! Trains be damned!”

Without a word, you clutched Ada’s sleeve. She looked down at you, eyes still burning with righteous fury, but you could see fear as well.

“I’ve already said I’ll do it.” You said, your voice firm for the very first time ever. “It’s either this or more bloodshed Ada. I know which one I prefer.”

Although she was clearly still angry, Ada didn’t say anything else, just glared at the table.

“As I was saying.” Tommy said, trying to regain control of the meeting. “Name you need to pack whatever you can and be ready to leave so you can catch your train. Ada and Polly can help.”

“Yes Tommy.” Before they had the chance to say anything else, you left the living room, hoping that Ada and Polly would do same and join you on the street.

The bracing wind sent you hair flying in all directions, but you barely noticed. You were still in something of a daze, trying to understand what had made Tommy choose you to be Luca Changretta’s wife. Maybe, after all this time, he was finally beginning to see your potential, to trust you with bigger tasks, and what was bigger than this? He had chosen you to save the family, an honour that held no equal in your eyes.

“I can’t fucking believe that boy sometimes.”

You turned and saw that Polly and Ada had finally joined you outside, both of them still clearly furious.

“And to do this without consulting anyone!” Polly continued, doing up her coat. “He has a lot of fucking nerve.”

“Leave it Pol.”

Polly looked like she wanted to say more, but something in your face made her hold back. Instead she got into her car, you and Ada following behind. “Tommy is going to get a right bollocking from me tonight.”

You hold Ada’s hand again, and found it clammier than before.

Ever since the death of your parents you have been living under Polly’s roof, which was something you never forgot to be thankful for. You had told Polly that you were more than happy to go off on your own, but she would never hear of it so eventually you dropped it. But now she no longer had a say in the matter.

She and Ada were oddly silent as you packed everything you felt you would need, which quickly ended up being everything you owned. When it became clear the other two women weren’t going to say anything, you decided to do the talking instead, more to fill the silence than anything else.

“Do you think it would be easy to find a masjid in New York?” You asked, delicately placing your copy of the Qur’an among the other books you had put in one of your suitcases. One of Small Heath’s problems was it’s lack of a masjid, which your had mum lamented almost everyday. When she was growing up it was more than just a place of worship, it was the center of the community. A sadness always overcame your mum whenever she got to talking about the masjid she went to while she was still in Istanbul, so you learned to not ask. “It’s supposed to be very big, how many do you think there will be?”

You glanced over at Ada and Polly, but they remained tight lipped and grim faced, folding your various clothes and fitting them into other cases.

“Coffee!” It had come to you so suddenly it made you jump, and you hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen to find the tin that held the special Turkish coffee you got from London, a habit you picked up from your mother who refused to drink coffee, or tea for that matter, that wasn’t made in her homeland.

As you made your way back up, Ada and Polly at your heels, you stopped in front of the doorway to the living room, looking into it.

“I don’t suppose I can take mum’s loom can I?” You gazed sadly at the wooden frame your mum had used to make carpets while she was still alive. She had taught you to do the same when you were eight, by which time she had been teaching you the art of market haggling for three years. They were both skills your mum had excelled it. “Maybe I can have it sent for in New York.”

“How are you alright with this?”

Ada’s voice had been so small you almost thought you had imagined it. But when you turned to look at her, you saw her eyes welling up and her mouth trembling. “How can you be ok with Tommy selling you off like cattle?”

Usually, Shelbys didn’t know what to do with people feeling strong emotions, but you were an exception to that rule (as you were with many other Shelby family rules), and you embraced Ada without hesitation. “I’m not a hundred percent alright with this.” You admitted. “Ada, I’m terrified. But with what happened to John and Michael, and Arthur nearly being killed in his own factory…Ada I just want this to end.”

It was strange to see Ada, the girl you had long seen as an older sister and admired for her strength and tenacity, look so utterly shattered. You hadn’t seen her like this since Freddie died, and you felt bad for being responsible for Ada being in this state.

“But what if we never see you again?” Ada asked with a slight sniffle, clutching your arms like her life (or yours) depended on it.

“That won’t happen.” Polly said firmly. “I’ll make sure of it.” And she wrapped her arms around the two of you as she too started to cry.

The wait for Luca Changretta and his men at the train station felt like the longest wait in your life, longer even than during the war and you spent every day wondering when Arthur and Tommy and John would come home.

Ada was still holding your hand while Karl clutched her other hand. You weren’t sure what Ada had told him, or even if he understood what was happening. You would miss him too, him and Charlie and Billy. Like Finn before them you had helped care for them, becoming another open pair of arms they could turn to.

It suddenly occurred to you that Luca Changretta would no doubt expect you to give him children. The thought made you blush and you hoped he wouldn’t jump right into that straight away. You hadn’t even had sex yet, and only kissed a boy once.

‘If he wants children you’ll give him children.’ You told yourself firmly. ‘This is for the family. Think of the family.’

As the steam from the latest train to leave the station cleared away, a tall man dressed in black emerged, flanked by twelve other men. With each step the man came closer to you and when Tommy stepped forward to greet him, you knew that this was your new husband.

“Good to see that you’re keeping up your end of the bargain.” Tommy said.

“Of course.” Luca Changretta grinned, a toothpick situated in his mouth. “I’m a man of my word Mr Shelby.” He turned to you and Ada, dark eyes landing on you. “Name I presume?”

You felt your face flush. As men go, he certainly wasn’t bad looking. Rather the opposite in fact. “Yes Mr Changretta.” You said, offering the hand that had been holding Ada’s.

Luca Changretta raised a brow, and for a split second you genuinely feared that you weren’t up to his expectations and that everything would fall apart.

Instead, he took your hand and removed the toothpick from his mouth before kissing your knuckles. The act was surprising not just in it’s unexpectedness, but it’s tenderness too.

“You’re my wife now.” He said gently, his mouth mere centimeters away from your hand. “Call me Luca.”

“I…I…” Looking into Luca’s eyes, you found yourself unable to form words.

“Alright that’s enough.”

Tommy’s impatience broke whatever spell Luca had inadvertently cast on you and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t grateful. You went to pick up your suitcases, but three of Luca’s men beat you to it. Unused to this kind of treatment, you just stared at them dumbly, avoiding looking at Luca.

“We’ll send word once we’ve arrived in New York.” You heard him say.

“Good.” Was Tommy’s reply. “Then we can put this whole business behind us.”

There was a pause, and you were tempted to turn around to see Luca’s reaction, but your embarrassment prevented you from doing so.

A train attendant came out and started yelling for people with tickets to board the overnight train to London.

“Looks like we should go.” Out of nowhere, Luca hooked his arm through yours, more or less making you look up at him. He smiled down at you and you felt your face heat up again.

Before either of you could step foot on the train, Polly grabbed Luca’s arm. “Be good to her.” She said sternly.

To your surprise, Luca’s face became softer, almost gentle. “I will, don’t worry.”

With one last look at the family, and Small Heath and everything else you had ever known, you stepped onto the train.