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AHH thank you so much!! Congrats on 300! ❤❤

300 Follower Fic Rec Celebration!

I will admit, this is just an excuse to make a document to help me find my all time favourites very easily. This has barely scratched the surface on all of my favourite fics and authors but I had to stop at some point before it got out of hand 😅 I know for a fact that I have missed so many gems but I want do more of these in future so keep your eyes peeled! Thank you all for your love and support, and thank you again for 300! 😌💙

all fic recs ⇨ here

all writer recs ⇨ here

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Shelby Sister:

Growing Pains by @theshelbyclan

This one is absolutely hilarious, the awkwardness is palpable and Tommy���s horse analogy cracks me up every time.

Happy Little Pill by @cas-kingdom

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve read this - just some big brother Tommy to make your heart melt.

Dusty Black Coat by @writingwithacupoftea

How do I even put into words how beautiful this is? Both wholesome and heartbreaking big brother Tommy.

Oldest Shelby Sibling by @blindersforever

I cannot even tell you how often I think about this headcanon. It was my inspiration to start writing, especially for an older Shelby sister and it will always have a special place in my heart

Nightly Visitor by @cas-kingdom

This is one of the first Peaky Blinders fics I ever read! This and HLP were a massive inspiration for me to start writing my own Shelby sister content and I have re-read them both more times than I can count.

Stop Laughing by @blindersforever

Oh my gosh I just love this piece so much, I love the sibling dynamic and the humour and ugh *chefs kiss*

Getting Drunk by @imaginingfandomsxox

I don’t know how anyone expects me not to squeal whenever I read this headcanon! I love soft big bro Tommy and soft Grace is something I didn’t know I needed before I read this fic - this is another one of those that I always come back to.

Testosterone by @theshelbyclan

Again another one I think about far too often, Esme is such a babe and I miss her.

Fearful by @randomoutsiders

Where do I even begin?! The writing of this piece is insanely good! The plot is so interesting and the emotions are dialled to 100! The perfect hurt-comfort sibling fluff!

Sweets Galore by @multifandomwriter56

Baby Shelby has my whole heart, the perfect combination of mischief and sibling love that gets me every time!

Need A Big Brother by @chlnymphadora

I love John as a big brother! The humour, the sibling/cousin relationships and the hurt/comfort in this piece are immaculate!

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Tommy:

It’s Quiet Uptown by @wouldpollyapprove

Absolutely filthy angst that’s so well written. It tears my heart straight out of my chest every time I read it and I’m very excited for the next part.

Drunk Night by @vhsdrexms

Soft Tommy caring for his drunk S/O makes my heart melt every time

Haircut by @everyonesawhoregrace

The embarrassed pining gets me every time and my gosh the ending! This whole piece is an absolute gem.

Seasonal Love by @sinfulshelbys

I mean where do I even begin with this stunner? Soft Tommy falling in love with his S/O will make your heart grow 3 sizes like the grinch.

Silk by @peakymarvelworld

Please forgive me for the NSFW but I sweat just thinking about this fic.

Morning Love by @sheiby

Again, another NSFW but honestly this is the fluffiest smut you will ever read and I can’t stop grinning whenever I read it.

Gangster In Distress by @brilliantt

Oh my gosh this one is so funny! I remember CACKLING the first time I read it and I still grin thinking about it now.

Raising Adam & Rosie by @nineteenninety-six

Yes, this is just a link to this gem of a masterlist. No, I do not accept criticism over my lack of decisiveness. I love everything I’ve ever read from this masterlist and I’m obsessed with the parenting series so I can’t choose just one!

Am I Bothered? by @theshelbyclan

“You do sometimes.” Also the way all of those prompts are written so beautifully into a relatively short piece is incredible!

Polite by @fandom-puff

Oh yes please. I frickin love this one!

Rest by @smallheathgangsters

That ending though 👀 this is actually really cute and tired Tommy melts my heart every single time!

Patience Runs Out by @writeroutoftime

Oh my god I cannot even tell you how much I love this fic! Of course Tommy Shelby’s wife can handle her own and I don’t know what it is about Arthur teaching her how to throw fists that makes my heart swell so much!

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Arthur:

His Sunshine by @evelynshelby

It’s only fitting that the first Arthur rec I make is the first Arthur fic I ever read (and by extension, one of the first Peaky fics I ever read!) Honestly this so heartwarming and it almost definitely feeds into my unconditional love for Artie-boy.

Basically Married by @lotsoflovefromlea

This one never fails to make me smile, I just think it’s so cute.

Lion Tamer (2) (3) by @blinder-secrets

Oh man I am so excited about this series! As usual, the writing is absolutely frickin gorgeous and I’m just constantly in awe! Ughhhh your mind! I also love that Arthur is the main focus and now I just want to be his best friend!

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John:

Colic by @lotsoflovefromlea

Oh my god how many times have I read this fic? Not enough times is the answer! My heart absolutely melts every single time and I love little Finn and Isaiah!

See You On The Other Side by @merakiaes

I mean, I’m still crying.

Thumbs Up by @fandom-puff

This one is just so heartwarming and cute, my heart feels so full whenever I read it.

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Finn

‘Respectful Boyfriend’ by @peakyswritings

Ahh the awkwardness is so sweet! And I just love it when John and Arthur team up to be the ultimate embarrassing older brother combo!

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Michael

A Dance at the Sheffield Fair by @oh-theres-a-woman

This one is just absolutely bloomin’ lovely and the end is so satisfying!

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Isaiah:

Perfect by @blinder-secrets

A really wholesome wedding fic that will make you cry in utter joy. A true gem!

Sleep Tight by @lotsoflovefromlea

aaaahhh!!! I love this one so much! It’s so cute and I love the other blinders in this one despite them only being mentioned for approximately 2 sentences.

You Can’t Stop DNA (2) (3) by @multi-fandom-iimagines

I’ve been searching for this fic ever since I first read it and now I’ve found it I am never letting it go.

Son of a Preacher Man @birminghamblinders

I mean what can I say, this is so wholesome that my heart has melted and I can’t find the words to express my love.

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Alfie:

Meet My Wife by @everyonesawhoregrace

I have such a soft spot for Alfie and his dialogue is so perfect in this piece! Also the ‘she’s starving’ interaction is so flippin cute and I genuinely squealed the first time I read it.

Predicament (2) by @sinfulshelbys

I cannot express with words how much I love this fic! I still get giddy when I read it.

Birthday Girl by @blinder-secrets

Soft Alfie has my heart! He and Arthur are utter sweethearts and something about John and Finn’s violent twist on traditional croquet has me grinning every time!

Finn, Alfie & The Eggs by @raccoon-is-my-spirit-animal

All he wanted was a scone! :( Little Finn is so precious and I love Alfie so honestly this is just perfect, I’m actually obsessed!

Business Trip by @justanothershelby

I have so many emotions reading this, who gave dad!alfie the right to be this cute?

Every Man in Camden by @blinder-baker

What an absolute stunner, Alfie is such a sweetheart!

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Bonnie:

Habits Of My Heart by @multi-fandom-iimagines

This lures you into a false sense of security with a beautifully written section of absolute tooth-rotting fluff before it tears your heart straight out of your chest and stamps on it. Repeatedly. And you know what, you’ll thank it for the pain because it’s gorgeous!

All Falls Down by @multi-fandom-iimagines

Another absolute GEM from Rebecca! Honestly what did we do to deserve such talent?! This is art! There’s no other way to describe it!

Winters Kiss by @smallheathgangsters

How do you expect me to not squeal when I read this?! Bonnie is such a sweetheart and he has my heart.

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out! 💖💞💖 💞

Omg thank you!! ❤❤❤

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Loved it!! Can't wait to read more ❤❤

The Lost Silhouette | Part One | Thomas Shelby

Summary: After Grace’s death, Tommy had closed his heart off but when he marries the new female detective of the Crime Investigation Department of Birmingham only for protection from the law, his cold exterior starts melting.

Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder and violence. Brief mentions of sadness and depression.

A/N: Charlie is 1 and a half years old in this story. Grace died when he was just a couple of months old. The reader’s job in this is not entirely historically accurate. But I hope you enjoy.

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Dull blue eyes stare up at the ceiling as pink lips wrap around the white roll of paper. The air is heavy as it has been for the last eighteen months. There isn’t a hint of happiness in this dreadful residence. The only thing that keeps the house from seeming haunted is the rare laughs of the little toddler that Thomas’ lover had left him, before she was shot right in front of his steel blue eyes.

The blue eyes that used to shine so bright once. The blue eyes that used to light up. The blue eyes that dreamed so big. Now those same blue eyes have lost all their light. They hold no emotions. No happiness. No love. Only a little bit of affection for Charlie.

Tommy lost all his ambitions and the only reason why he keeps going on is for his beloved son, who he loves the most in this world. Everything Tommy does is only for the good of his dear son. So when he married Y/N, he told himself he wasn’t betraying Grace, he was doing it for Charlie and for his family. Charlie was only just a few months old and he needed a mother-figure in his life and to Tommy a nanny did not count as a mother-figure.

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the most intimidating gangsters in birmingham.

for anonymous.

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

word count: 640

warning: tooth-rotting fluff

request: Thomas Shelby x reader, they’ve been married before the war, he has a meeting with the blinders in garrison, but he’s on babysitting duty until his wife gets back from shopping w/Polly,ada, and they have triplets 2 girls and one boy, and in my mind he would like be talking and get interrupted by there baby talk and be having a serious chat and the babies who are 8months old are talking over the meeting so they end it early and it’s just fluffy fun, Sorry it’s long- 🥺💕

a/n: i know it’s rather short and not my best work but i tried my absolute best, please be kind to me lmao

“So, the thing about the guns is-?” Arthur questioned, raising his eyebrows and waiting for his brother to finish the sentence. However, Tommy was way too distracted by the small babe sitting on his lap, trying her absolute best to have a taste of her daddy’s whiskey. She kept wrapping her chubby fingers around the glass and flashing her huge blue eyes at Tommy to finally let her have a sip.

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🏆🎆 An Award for the Loveliest of Writers 🎆🏆What you create for the world is loved and deserves recognition for all of your hard work and passion!! Thank you for sharing your talent—of which is beyond compare ♡ Pass this on to 5 other authors who you think deserve more recognition and appreciation ❤❤❤

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hiyaa I love your work, maybe you could do a shelby sister piece where she has a bad relationship with grace and how tommy/the family reaction

Summary: You don’t like Grace. Grace doesn’t like you. Yet Tommy seems determined to get you two to play nice.

Family was, and always would be, the most important thing to you. No one came before the family you’d built yourself - as mismatched as it was.

For years, it’d been you, your four brothers, Ada and Polly. That was how it’d been and that was how you’d hoped it would stay.

But you’d been young, innocent and naive.

It didn’t take long before you realised that it wasn’t going to stay that way. You’d adjusted, though. You’d allowed Esme in, accepted her and soon she’d become another sister to you.

You’d allowed Freddie in, too. He’d always been a friend to you and you didn’t mind him becoming family.

You’d even allowed Linda in. But only because she never spoke to you and she seemed slightly terrified of you.

The one person you did mind, however, was Grace.

You’d begrudgingly accepted her into your family only for her to turn around and betray you.

Ever since then, you’d become wary of who you let into your family. You’d begun narrowing it down, allowing only those you trusted the most to become all but blood to you.

Grace never even had a chance.

Not even when she came back, two years later, pregnant with Tommy’s child.

Because, whilst your brother may have forgiven her, you must certainly had not.

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“I'm trying, Ada, really,” you said quietly, hugging the cup of tea your sister had made you.

“I know, y/n, Tommy’s just being a dick.”

“When isn’t he a dick?” You muttered, sipping the tea. 

Ada smiled sadly. “You and Grace are being civil, why isn’t he ok with that?”

“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, setting the cup down with a thud. “No one likes Linda yet Arthur doesn’t give two fucks. Grace and I are being civil with each other yet he seems determined to paint me as the fucking villain.” You went to take another sip of tea but put it down again, remembering another point. “Polly doesn’t even fucking like her, nor has she forgiven her, so why is he being so difficult with me?”

“Because you're his little sister,” Ada replied, moving the empty cup out of your way. She rather liked that china cup and didn’t really want you to break it by accident. “He wants everyone to get along.”

“No, he wants me to like her to make him feel better about marrying her.” You sighed. “The only reason he’s marrying her is because she was pregnant with his child and he felt obligated. And then her husband fucking killed himself.��� 

Ada sighed. “I don’t know what to say, y/n.”

You looked at your sister. “If it all does go to shit on Thursday, can I live with you?”

Ada stared at you in surprise. “I don’t think it will, sweetheart, but yes. You’re always welcome to live with me, you know that.”

You gave your sister a sad smile as she poured you another cup of tea. 

When you were younger, life seemed easy. But now you were older, life was complete shit and you hated it. 

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Tommy and Grace’s wedding was always going to be difficult. You wanted your brother to be happy - nothing would make you happier. But seeing him be happy with the woman who’d been all to content to betray two years earlier stung. 

You’d never openly been rude to Grace. You prided yourself on trying to be polite to everyone you met - no matter how much you despised them. 

The drunk words of hatred you muttered to Finn and Isaiah at three o’clock in the morning stayed between the three of you. Neither one would admit it but they won’t overly fond of Grace either. 

The ballroom of Tommy’s house had quickly become overwhelming to you and you’d escaped outside to the garden. Sitting under a large oak tree as the sun began to finally set at almost midnight. 

Cigarette in hand, you leant back and, for the first time that night, let your anger towards Grace come to the surface. 

You picked up a lone stick and began stabbing it into the garden as you exhaled a cloud of smoke. 

“Why you out here?” 

You lifted your head and looked at your brother for a moment before dropping your eyes back to the grass. “Just needed a minute to breathe.”

“This isn’t about Grace, is it?” 

You remained silent, eyes cast down on the mud you were churning up. 

“Y/N,” Tommy said, a warning tone to his voice. “We’ve discussed this.”

“Less ‘discussed’ and more ‘talked at’,” you replied, throwing the stick down and looking up at your brother. 

Tommy crossed his arms as he sighed and stared down at you. “Y/N, Grace is my wife and she’s been nothing but nice to you.”

“If you skip over the part where she betrayed us all to that fucking Inspector,” you replied, standing up, refusing to be talked down to. 

“I’ve forgiven her -”

“Well, good for you, I haven't.”

“Y/N, you will treat Grace with some respect, she’s not some whore off the streets.”

“Tommy, I’ve been nothing but nice to your wife,” you replied, crossing your arms. “I don’t like her, yes. But neither does the majority of the family.” You pressed your lips together, determined not to lose your temper at your brother even as he continued to look down at you. “Tommy, family is the most important thing to me. I struggle to see why I should let someone who betrayed that family, ruined Ada’s birth, join that family.”

“Grace is my wife and the mother of my child -”

You groaned loudly. “Tommy, the only reason you married her is because she was pregnant and you felt obligated! For fuck’s sake, Tom, you don’t actually believe that the two of you are in love, do you?”

Tommy’s eyes were staring you down and you could see his anger towards you but you were done with being silent. 

“Tommy, listen, I don’t like Grace, alright. I’m never going to forgive her, but neither is Pol. Don’t start yelling at me for not liking your wife when I’m not the only member of the family who hates her. I don’t have to like every member of our family. Just because she’s your wife, doesn’t mean she’s exempt from that.” 

“At least show her some respect and be polite,” Tommy said coldly.

“What part of ‘I’ve been nothing but nice’ did you not quite understand?” You yelled, throwing your hands up. “She doesn’t like me, I don’t like her and that’s fine.” You sighed. “Tom, look, if you’re going to keep being a twat towards me about this, I’m gonna move in with Ada. I think it’ll be best for all of us.”

You turned away from your brother and walked away, back towards the house, grateful for the dark night to hide the tears falling down your face as you left behind the one person who'd always been there for you.

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Coal Miner’s Daughter

Request: Can you do Tommy with number 4 from the fluff list?????

Requested by Anonymous

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language

A/N: I enjoyed writing this so much and I think I’m gonna at least do a second part. I can’t tell you when that’ll be out, I have to first find time to write it. I also didn’t expect this to turn out this long as I’ve been suffuring from writer’s block. Thinking about it now, I think it’s because I wasn’t inspired by the prompt I was given.

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Recently moving to Small Heath, Y/n knew nothing but the fact that everything she owned would be covered in dust and soot. The fact left her unfazed, being a coal miner’s daughter and all meant that she knew no life without either. But this place was cleaner than the Welsh village she’d come from that was covered in layers upon layers of the black material. With the life given to her, she also knew little of what went on in the larger cities both in Wales and England. And that meant, she knew nothing of Mr. Thomas Shelby. 

At least, no until she spilled her drink on him.

“Fuck,” the man shouted as the chilled liquor soaked through his waistcoat. Hands raised, he backed away from the puddle that collected beneath him, the whiskey in his glass splashing onto his fingers. His eyes meet that of what he could only describe as a terrified deer, wide-eyed and doe-like.

Sucking in a breath, Y/n set down her empty glass, cursing herself for not paying attention. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized and reached for a handkerchief that was tucked away in her purse. “Here let me.” Y/n dabbed the clothe over a few areas to suck some of the moisture out. 

“Just-” He removed her hand from his chest. “-go somewhere else.” Though, it was clear her intentions were good, having gin thrown at him put him in a rather grumpy mood.

Nodding, Y/n scurried past the man, his stern tone told her it wouldn’t be delightful to cross him. With an empty glass, she slid into the where her neighbors sat, the ones who invited her to the Garrison in the first place. After she’d told them that she’d never been to a proper pub, they shared a single glance and then declared that they would take her out for around. Seeing as how her portion of the round ended up on a random man, Y/n wasn’t enjoying herself.

Marie shook her head when Y/n slide in next to her brother, Will. “Can’t believe you spilled gin all over Thomas Shelby and he let you live,” she snickered, a finger tracing the rim of the mug in front of her. 

Eyes wide in confusion, Y/n hoped someone would explain who she was talking about. Had she known such a simple accident could result in her death, perhaps she would have reconsidered moving to Birmingham. When no one caught on, she asked, “What do you mean?”

“Christ, you are as innocent and naive as they come, aren’t ya?” Will rolled his eyes, downing the last of his whiskey. He sighed, setting the glass down when he caught the hurt and confusion in her eyes. “That man-” A finger pointed at the slender man that could be seen in the pub’s private room. Even from such a distance, Y/n couldn’t help but notice the sparkle of his ice-blue eyes under the light. “-is Thomas Shelby. Very long story short: he’s a businessman and gangster. Guts men like they’re fish and blinds them like their bastards. He’s not one to trifle with. Or lay in bed with.”

Face paling at his words, Y/n couldn’t believe she hadn’t been warned about the man before. Where she came from, the only people you had to worry about were the drunks. There were no gangsters in Aberfan, it was simply unheard of. You had the occasional thief, usually children who were left to starve when their fathers died in the mines and their mothers who couldn’t find work, and perhaps a murderer or two if a man was caught in the wrong bed. But it was never anything like what the people of Birmingham had to deal with. “Should I be worried?”

The woman across from her laughed, “No, dear. The worst he’d do to you is charge you for a new waistcoat.”

An hour or so later, Will let out a sigh and stretched his arms over his head. “I’m beat, think I’m gonna head home,” he said before shuffling out of the booth. Marie nodded in agreement, but she would agree to anything since she had finished off her sixth glass of wine. Y/n watched them stand and throw on their coats to protect themselves from the brutal Birmingham wind. “You coming?” Will asked, throwing a few coins on the table. 

Glancing at the glass that laid abandoned in front of her, barely touched after being refilled, she couldn’t find a reason to go home. Y/n didn’t want to spend another night in her apartment, too big for one person, all alone. Watch the shadows play tricks on her, make her feel safe one minute but let her believe she was in danger the next. At the same time, there was no reason for her to stay in the pub. Her glass would never empty and she would do nothing but feel sorry for herself, sorry that she couldn’t be more like everyone else. 

“I think I’m going to stay a little longer,” she finally said.

Marie raised a brow, “Are you sure ya wanna do that?” Y/n simply nodded and watched the pair slipped out the door.

Once they disappeared behind the wooden doors, Y/n started to regret her decision. It wasn’t too late to run after them, but her brain was telling her otherwise. In a room full of people who had known each other for years, seen each other on the street since they were children, she felt out of place. If she stood, Y/n feared a spotlight would be put on her, following her all the way to the door. But then, when would she leave? There would be no good time to slip past those in her way and run to the comfort and silence of the outside world if she feared the eyes that would be on her. 

Before her anxiety could bury her any deeper, someone slid into the booth. Bringing her eyes up from her glass, Y/n met the eyes of a thick, red-haired man. He looked like every other man that worked in the factories and the look in his eyes told her he didn’t care for a thing she had to say. “Here alone?”

Y/n hesitantly nodded. But as soon as she caught his reaction, she knew it would have been better to lie, say she was here with anyone to get him to find a new place to sit.

“Such a shame. A pretty girl like you, here all by yourself,” he commented, eyes scanning her body. “If you want, we could go back to my place.”

She smiled, “I would rather stay here and finish my drink. You can go home if you’d like.” Over the rim of her glass, she could see he wasn’t pleased and as the liquid stung her throat, she knew he wouldn’t leave willingly. 

“Or I could wait for you to finish.”

Closing her eyes, Y/n couldn’t understand how she had become lucky enough to not only spill her drink on a gangster but also have to put up with a bastard in the same night. How hard was it for the man to see she was uncomfortable? Did the loss of color in her cheeks not give it away? “I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to go home with you.”

The man scuffed, obvious it was rare for women to pass him by. “What are you a prude? Women don’t come sit in pubs alone unless they want to leave with someone.”

Obviously, women in Birmingham took up much different social lives than those in Aberfan. If Y/n were back home, no one would question her being in a pub alone. No one would assume she was there for any reason other than to drink. Small Heath, Birmingham wasn’t the same and she was a fool to believe there wouldn’t be a little culture shock. 

“I-” she started before a shadow was cast over the table. Glancing up, Y/n wasn’t sure if she should be relieved to see Thomas Shelby standing in front of the booth. There was a dangerous look in his eyes when Thomas glared at the man across from her. Y/n found it odd, the man was her problem not his, so why wasn’t he enjoying himself in the little room that seemed to be set aside just for his enjoyment.

“This man bothering you?” he asked Y/n, eyes set on the man across from her. Before she could even nod, the man swallowed, skin turning a dangerous white. 

Shuffling out of the booth, the man stammered, “Sorry, so sorry, Mr. Shelby. I-I’ll just go then.” And like that, he was gone, almost as if he’d never been there to begin with. 

Watching him flee through the door, Y/n slide out of the booth, the eyes of her savior never leaving her. Standing next to him, she wrung her hands together, trying to find the courage to look him in the eye. Mr. Shelby was a tall man that held himself with a deadly sort of confidence that entered the room way before he even made an appearance. He looked like the man that was hard to please and easy to anger. 

Grabbing her coat off the back of her seat, Thomas handed it to her, “You alright?” 

His voice was soft, much different than she expected it to be when he wasn’t angry. “Yes, yes, thank you,” she finally managed, quickly glancing at his face that had softened since she’d spilled her drink all over him. “I think I’ll go home now, don’t want to bother you any more than I already have.”

“It’s no bother and I’d feel much better if you let me walk you home,” he waved her comment off and waited for his offer to be accepted.

Believing it rude to turn him down, a man like him probably wasn’t used to that, Y/n nodded, “If you want to, I suppose.”

With that, Thomas led her out of the pub, the cold air biting her cheeks as they walked out into the empty street. Stuffing her hands in her pocket, Y/n let her eyes wander around the buildings they passed. The brick structures, though not tall, were much larger than the ones she had grown up around. They were giants, looming over the pair as they passed, silence filling the air between them.

Thomas was the first break to the silence, his voice echoing down the street. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” she replied, eyes meeting anything but his own. 

It was silly to be nervous, she could tell he was making an effort. His voice was softer, a gentle touch to it that warmed her heart, and his demeanor was kind, almost loving. The glow from the few lights they passed drown his features in gold, making the man look angelic. In this light, Thomas Shelby didn’t look like a man that could pull the trigger and have blood on his hands. Instead, he looked like a man in love with the world, a poet or a painter. One that found beauty in almost everything. It made Y/n wonder if that’s what he looked like before he had turned to violence. 

“That’s a lovely name,” he mused, searching his pocket for something. With ease, he pulled out a cigarette canister and put one of the thin sticks between his mouth before passing it over to his company. 

“I don’t smoke,” Y/n shook her head as the cigarettes were placed back in Thomas’s pocket.

He nodded, striking a match. “Name’s Tommy,” he informed her once his cigarette was lit and he’d taken a drag, the match forgotten on the cobblestone behind them. “Am I correct in assuming you already know who I am?”

“I just know your name, not much else.” Y/n spared a quick glance at him, his eyes were following her every move, but she didn’t feel like prey with his graze upon her. In his presence, she felt safe, that could have been because he was a gangster or it could have been something she couldn’t put her finger on.

Taking a drag, Tommy glanced up at the night sky. It was a cloudless night, he knew it would be cold. When his mother was alive, she always grew a small garden and made sure to cover her plants when clouds disappeared from the sky come nightfall. “Starry nights are dangerous,” she’d say. “Not only are men fools when the sky is clear, but it’s anything but warm.” If his mother was right, he would wake up to a blanket of frost covering the plants at Arrow House. “You’re not from Birmingham, are you?”

Y/n shook her head, fiddling with the buttons of her coat. “Is it that obvious? But no, I’m not. I’m not from a place that’s anything like this,” she laughed, wondering why she ever chose to move to such a large city. 

“Where are you from then?” Tommy inquired, lips turning up in a small smile when he saw her eyes light up.

“Aberfan. It’s a coal mining village in Wales, dirty place but every lively,” she told him. “Small, everyone knows everybody and when you look past the soot and dirt, it’s very colorful and green. Beautiful, really.”

A big smile broke out on Tommy’s face, matching Y/n’s, it was out of character for him, but her smile was so God damn infectious. There were few people who talked of their home like that, especially considering she came from a mining town. Those mines were death traps for the men that entered, everyone was aware they may not see the light of day, but yet they went down because they needed the money. Knowing, that despite the death, Y/n saw beauty in the place she was raised made Tommy rethink how he viewed the city around him.

He couldn’t speak about the whole of Birmingham, only spending the majority of his life in Small Heath, but once he’d seen stacks of bills, the streets around him had become nothing but filth. Watery Lane was then a just a place for the poor to become poorer and where dreams came to die. There was nothing appealing about the dirt-covered streets but maybe there could be. If Tommy could only view his home under a different light, perhaps he could see the same type of beauty that Y/n did when Aberfan crossed her mind.

Tommy watched the smoke from his cigarette float through the cold air, his breath alongside it. “You miss it then?” The woman beside him shrugged. “You don’t?”

“I’ll always long for it,” she explained, finding herself to grow more comfortable around him. “But I know there’s more to the world than some quaint little mining village in Wales. As long as it’s in my heart, I do believe I’ll be fine.”

Letting her words sink in, Tommy came to a stop beside her at the steps of a front door, which no doubt lead to her apartment. How she felt about Aberfan was how he once felt about Small Heath when he was shipped over to France. The young man that went off to war believed that as long as he kept his home in his heart, it would be as if he never left. The man, a few years older, that returned from the tunnels no longer believed that, no matter how much he wished he did. “This your place,” he motioned to the front door, earning a nod from her. 

“Thank you for walking me home, you didn’t have to,” Y/n found herself smiling at the man as she climbed a few of the steps.

Taking off his cap, Tommy held it between his hands, the anxiety of a schoolboy coursing through his veins. “No need to thank me, I enjoyed your company.” There was a pause as Y/n climbed the rest of the steps, her hand hovering over the door handle. “And I was wondering if I could possibly see you again?”

Y/n didn’t give herself time to stop and question why a man that could drown in his fortune would want to spend time with a coal miner’s daughter. She was dirt and grim, while he was clean and polished, it just didn’t add up. But Y/n didn’t care as heat spread across her cheeks. “I’d like that very much, Tommy.”

“My Friday’s free, if that works for you then perhaps 7 o’clock,” he smiled up at her. 

She nodded, “That works for me. Good night, Tommy.” Y/n opened the door, but not before he said, “Good night, Y/n.”

Watching her slip through the door, Tommy stood there, hearing her feet on the floorboards. He didn’t know what was so appealing about the woman, she seemed shy, one to keep to herself, the total opposite of him. But he couldn’t just see her once and let her slip into the night, no, he simply couldn’t do that.

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A Father’s Job

Summary: Tommy discovers that his daughter, Y/N, lied to him in order to meet a boy. He takes his role as a father too seriously and tries to protect Y/N, resulting in her getting mad at him.

Request by Anon: Tommy’s reaction to his daughter going on her first date maybe?

“Why does my daughter look like a girl?” It wasn’t often that Tommy Shelby saw his daughter not wearing her usual blouse tucked into oversized trousers. Her hatred of skirts started at a young age. 

Growing up with Finn meant that the pair would spend their mornings racing around Small Heath playing tag and their afternoons climbing up trees. 

Y/N had been quick to realise that the reason Finn was always the fastest to catch her and to climb to the top of the tree was because he wasn’t restricted by the stupid skirts. One day, after becoming fed up with Finn's mocking of her being too slow, she dragged him from the tree and forced them to swap clothes (how she managed to do it Tommy never knew).  Now suitably dressed in Finn’s trousers she managed to climb the tree with ease while Finn stumbled up in her skirts grumpily. She had raced home that day, (punishing Finn for his previous taunting by leaving him to return home in her skirts) and begged her father to let her wear trousers like Finn. 

“It’s Ada’s old one, fits me perfectly!” Tommy eyed the dress as Y/N smoothed over it, looking in the mirror above the fireplace. It was a deep maroon dress which thankfully was one of Ada’s more modest dresses, albeit a little short for his liking.

Tommy frowned at his daughter and his Aunt Polly, who was fussing with Y/N’s hair, “And where are you going dressed like Ada?” He almost missed her eyes widening and sending a nervous glance to Polly. 

“It’s her friend's birthday party Thomas, we told you just a few weeks back.” Tommy’s eyebrows rose trying to recall this. He just shrugged at Polly’s disappointed tut, he had been away on business last week- of course he would have forgotten, “I’m taking her to Mary’s house and she’ll be back before it’s dark.”

Tommy sighed knowing there was no room to argue, “You got her a gift?” Y/N nodded and smiled, slipping into a fur lined coat. “Right, well have fun then. No getting drunk, you’re helping me with the horses in the morning.” He pointed his finger at his daughter who playfully rolled her eyes, hugged him goodbye and followed Polly out of the house.

It had been less than an hour after Y/N had left that Tommy received a phone call. “Tommy, there’s a Mr Peterson asking for you at the Garrison, says it’s urgent. You able to come by?” He had called for the housemaid to watch Charlie while he was gone and left for the pub. After dealing with Mr Peterson he was about to leave the Garrison to return home when he saw something, or someone, which piqued his interest. 

At a table, close to the door, he found Mary sitting and drinking with a group of friends. He looked at the seats- all six of them filled and his daughter nowhere in sight. He walked over to the table, Mary detaching herself from the boy next to her once she saw her friend’s father striding over. 

He nodded his head in greeting to the group “Evening Mary, how are you?” The girl became shy as always when Tommy was around but uttered through red cheeks, ”Hi, Mr Shelby, I’m alright thanks.” She fidgeted in her seat as Tommy continued to stare. He narrowed his eyes at her before wishing her a ‘happy birthday’. His eyes then danced over Mary’s eyebrows furrowing and the confused stares of the rest of the group. “It is today?” He asked.

“Um, it was actually last week, but thank you anyway!” She smiled nervously watching his eyes roll to the side as if in thought before returning on her figure.

“Harry,” He clicked his fingers at the barman, “Another round for the group, a belated birthday present from me.” He walked out of the pub, only just hearing the excited whispers and thanks coming from the table. The drive back to Arrow House was occupied with questions on the whereabouts of his daughter, who clearly was not at Mary’s house. 

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He tried to spend the next couple of hours distracting himself with work but after the clock passed eight thirty he had taken to watching the drive from his office window. It wasn’t too long after that, that a car came rolling up and parked. He watched as a smiling Y/N exited the vehicle, glanced up at the house and rushed round to the driver’s side. He saw her lean in through the window and give, what looked like to Tommy, a masculine figure a hug.

Tommy saw Y/N’s eyes widen in shock as he threw open the front door and sauntered down to the car, a hard look on his face. She jumped away from the driver, “Dad! This.. This is Mary’s brother, he was just giving me a lift home.”

Tommy watched the redness rise up his daughter’s neck, like it always did when she knew she was in trouble. He leaned in close to the girl and made sure she was looking into his eyes before saying, “Mary doesn’t have a brother, Y/N.” She winced and swore under her breath. Tommy pointed to the house, a clear signal for Y/N  to go inside. She sent a worried look to the boy in the car, deciding it was best to listen to her father and not anger him further. Of course this didn’t stop her from peeking at them through the curtains of the living room. Although she couldn't hear them, she could very well feel Tommy’s threatening words from where she stood, her own annoyance growing at the sight of her father.

Tommy clenched his jaw as he stared at the young boy in the car. The boy lifted a hand out of the window for a handshake, which he then used to scratch his head after Tommy pointedly ignored it.

“Hi, Sir, I’m He-”

“What are your intentions with my daughter?” He spat, tone hard and angry.

“Well-” 

Tommy didn’t really know what overcame him and made him feel so mad. Was it Y/N lying to him? The fact he had never seen her romantically linked to a boy before? Or the images of a pregnant Ada, who would always sneak around the brothers to see boys? He wasn’t sure which one it was but the ensemble rushed around his head as he tugged at the boy's collar, lifting him so their heads were level.

“You are not to see Y/N again.” Tommy sensed the protest coming. “If you even look her way, I’ll cut your eyes out and display them on the mantelpiece, do you understand?” He smirked when the boy gulped, waving sarcastically as the boy drove away.

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He had just stepped into the living room when Y/N stomped up to him, “You had no right to do that! I can’t believ-”

“Go to your room, Y/N.” He left her standing to sit on one of the sofa’s, taking a cigarette out.

“What?” She glared at her father who began puffing smoke from the cigarette.

Tommy clenched his jaw and gave Y/N a hard stare. “I had some business at the Garrison tonight and guess who I saw? Mary.” He saw Y/N gulp. “She told me that her birthday was last week. Not only did you lie to me to meet up with a boy, you also got Polly to go along with your fucking scheme.”

His daughter stood at the doorway like a punished puppy. She rubbed her hand up and down her arms and muttered, “You didn’t have to threaten him like that.”

Tommy leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “You are an impressionable girl with a successful and wealthy father, that boy does not love you.” He heard Y/N gasp and saw her frown  “He’s using you for money and power. I won’t let that happen.”

“Using me?” She whispered under her breath. “Am I that repulsive,“ She snapped, “That you think a boy can’t like me?” His daughter had the same look as Polly when she’s angry and Tommy could clearly see it in this moment.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” He sighed and fell back onto the sofa. He wiped a hand over his eyes.

“Henry is not using me.” Y/N said confidently, her arms crossed defiantly across her chest. 

“Then tell me, what side of you does Henry like? Does he care when you are covered in mud and bruises or does he only like you when you’re pretty and dressed like that?” Y/N let her arms drop to her side, her cheeks red at the sneering tone of her father. 

“If you took the time to know him instead of just threatening him, you could answer that yourself.” She shouted at her father, pointing an accusing finger. Tommy stood up in shock and anger at her attitude. She moved to the door, creating more distance between them as he walked over to her.  “I didn’t dress up for Henry,” She tugged at the bottom of the dress self-consciously, trying to make it longer. “I did it for me.” She sighed, “I just wanted to feel pretty for once, like Ada.” Avoiding Tommy’s gaze she quickly left the room racing up the stairs. Tommy winced as he heard the door slam shut. Rubbing his forehead he muttered about teenage girls, shutting himself away in his office.

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Tommy gently pushed open the door, stepping over the dress which had been carelessly chucked there. He stood there and stared at the bed, a big lump in the centre where his daughter was hidden under the covers. 

“Y/N.” He coughed. The girl jumped at the sound of her father but remained silent. Tommy sighed and looked around the room, smirking when an idea came to his head- something he’d always do when she was younger.

“Hey Y/N there’s a spider in your room.” This time he heard a sharp intake of breath which motivated him further. Stretching out one of his hands, he rested it on the desk beside him. He tapped his fingers menacingly across the wood, moving his hand like a spider. He did this around the room until he reached the headboard of the bed. He tapped his fingers again and then waited for the attack.

“Don’t. Do. It.” Y/N warned under the covers. He grinned and all of a sudden his spider fingers danced over her stomach as he tickled her. He listened to the screams of his daughter and couldn’t help but laugh along when she couldn’t contain her giggles. 

“STOP!” She gripped at Tommy’s hands, trying to regain her breath. Tommy listened to her this time and laid down on the bed next to her, both facing the ceiling. 

“I’m mad at you.” She whispered.

“I know.” He replied, glancing at her. “I don’t like it when you lie to me. Don’t you trust me?” Y/N looked at him nervously and he nodded his head and brushed her hair behind her ear to let her know he wouldn’t get mad at what she had to say.

“When you act like that, no.” She fiddled her thumbs together. “I knew you’d get mad so I didn’t want to tell you.”

Tommy sighed, he titled Y/N’s head so she would look at him. “My job as a father has always been to protect you. I don’t want to see my girl get her heart broken by a fuckin’ boy.” He looked back up to the ceiling and felt his daughter's stare on him. They were in silence for a few moments until Y/N used her finger to tilt Tommy’s head down to look at her.  “You’ve got to let me decide these things for myself now. Henry is really nice and I really liked him.” Y/N rolled her eyes when Tommy huffed. “Maybe he would have broken my heart but that’s okay. Your job isn’t to protect me and shelter me, not from boys at least, it’s to be there for me when I need you and not judge me.” 

“When did you get so wise?” Tommy smiled and pulled her into a side hug.

“Polly says i get it from you.” He smirked but then narrowed his eyes when he saw Y/N’s teasing grin. “I don’t believe her.” Shrieks filled the air once more as Tommy viciously tickled his daughter. 

That night Tommy had tucked his daughter into bed like he used to, like he does with Charlie now. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to Y/N and winced while saying “I guess if you want to see that boy..friend of yours,” He sighed and scrunched up his nose, “Then you may do so.”

Y/N smiled sadly, “I don’t think he’ll want to see me again, your threats are pretty scary.”

Tommy stared at her for a few seconds and nodded. “Get some sleep, I’ll see you in the stables in the morning.”

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Y/N yawned that morning as she walked into the stables wearing her usual trousers and one of Finn’s shirts she stole. While she loved being with the horses, she hated waking up early to be there. Once she reopened her eyes from her yawn, her mouth dropped again and she froze in shock. Standing before her was her father and Henry brushing down a horse… together. Her mouth stayed wide open until Tommy noticed her presence. He smirked at her before walking over and pushing her mouth shut, “You’ll be swallowing some flies if you’re not careful.” 

He smirked once more as his daughter continued to be in a state of shock. He pinched her stomach which made her jolt back and pushed a pitchfork in her hands. “I decided that you two can clean up the shit together, a little punishment for lying to me yesterday.” He nudged Y/N forward. The pair decided under the stare of Tommy not to embrace but their red cheeks and mumbled greetings made Tommy roll his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. 

It was safe to say that perhaps Thomas should listen to his daughter more often because after spending the morning getting to know Henry and watching the two wrestle around in the mud together (whilst trying and failing to tackle Tommy to ground) that he realised his daughter was pretty good at making her own decisions. It was also here that when he saw Y/N give him a wide smile and a little Charlie running through the stables into his arms, he realised that being a father was possibly the most rewarding job there was.

A/N: My dad used to do that spider tickle with me, so this was very reminiscent for me! Thank you for sending in the request, if anyone wants to send me something to write feel free to message me! Thanks for reading :))

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Growing Pains

Summary: Your brothers believe and fear they can no longer put off having ‘the talk’ with you

(Gif by @mistress-gif​) A/N This was requested by the wonderful @fandom-puff​: Hiya! Love your writing! If possible, could I request the Shelby’s reaction to sister!reader having a hickey that she had (badly) tried to cover up with makeup/clothes. Maybe not the typical ‘we’ll kill him’- I think it would be hilarious for the boys to try giving a 16/17 year old girl ‘the talk’ while Ada and pol are just in the background shaking their heads at the boys Hope that made sense ♥️♥️♥️ Hope you like this weird little thing! 

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“What’s that?” Tommy pointed at the pink stain on your neck. The whole family was gathered in the small kitchen and suddenly, all eyes were on you.

You turned even pinker than the blush you had applied to your neck, but it did nothing to hide the blotch. “Is that mine?” Ada scolded. “No!” you retorted, but it was. Moments before, you’d snuck into your sister’s bedroom and taken out all of her make-up. You had always been the tomboy of the family, dressed in shirts and pants whenever you could, so make-up wasn’t familiar territory to you. But now you needed it, for the first time and more than ever. You needed to hide something desperately.

John grinned at you widely and before you could panic properly, he’d grabbed you already and dragged you in closer. He grabbed a cloth and started scrubbing at your neck. In seconds, the pink powder came off. Your brother’s smile faded slowly, “Who the bloody hell did that, Y/N.” Ashamed, you pressed a hand against the offending mark, “No one. I fell.” “Fell into a man’s mouth, now, did ya?” Arthur asked, darkly. “Alright, settle down, “Tommy held up a hand, glaring at you with a burning stare, “Give Y/N a chance to explain herself, eh?”

In the back, you could see both Ada and your Aunt Polly smirking and they turned away silently. Great, you thought, leave me to the wolves, you two. John leaned in closer and whispered, “Is that a hickey?” You knew this was coming, which was exactly why you’d tried to cover the damn thing up! “Who is he,” Tommy demanded. You kept silent. “Tell me his name, Y/N, or I swear to God I will turn this whole city upside down,” Arthur bellowed.

“John,” you lied. “John who?” John asked. Polly leaned in closer and whispered to Ada, “Whoever he was, his name wasn’t John. “Obviously,” Ada mumbled in reply. “He never said,” you shrugged. “Right,” Arthur announced loudly and he stood up, “I’ll find every John in Birmingham and I’ll fucking kill them all,” and then he pointed at you, “And then you.” “Starting with me?” John smirked. “Sit down,” Tommy ordered his hot-headed brother, “If Y/N refuses to tell us the man’s name, there’s nothing we can do.” Arthur was confused, “She just said his name was John…” And four siblings stared at him incredulously. “Y/N, listen,” Tommy cleared his throat and sat down, “Maybe it’s time we talk.” Aunt Polly raised her eyebrows as high as they could possibly go. This would be good. You rolled your eyes, “There’s really no need, Tom…” But again he held up a hand to silence you, “There is. You’re my sister and you’ve grown into a beautiful girl. It’s time you know.” “Know what?” you played dumb. “Boys…” John added uncertainly, “They will want things from you.” “Like what?” “Like they’ll…want to be close to you.” “Right…” John was growing increasingly awkward, “And maybe hold your hand?” “For fucks sake, John, she’s sixteen, not seven,” Ada commented unhelpfully from the kitchen.

“They’ll want to fuck,” John blurted out. Tommy smacked him around the head, like he was still eight and said sternly, “Don’t talk like that to her. She’s still a kid.” “Listen,” Arthur started, calmed a little, “All you need to know is this: you won’t enjoy it. You might think you do now, but you won’t.”

You held out your hands in mock puzzlement, “Enjoy what, Arthur?”

So Tommy gave it a go, “One day, you’ll get married. To a good man. One that we approve of.” “That would be lovely,” you smiled. Then everyone fell silent again. “…And then what?” you asked. “Well, you might want to become a mum,” John added, now eyeing Tommy a little in anticipation, “You know, one day, years from now.” “I might,” you nodded. “She could just adopt…” Arthur suggested, looking at John. “She’s got a fucking hickey on her neck, Arthur, what do you think?” Sighing deeply, you said, “Okay, this is not that difficult! Sex. That’s what we’re talking about, right?” All three brothers froze. “Say it with me,” you encouraged, “Sex.” And you urged them with enthusiastic hand gestures, “Just say it. Everything will be easier after we’ve all said it.” But they just continued to stare at you in silence. “Go on, say it with me: S…” “Please don’t say it again,” Arthur interrupted, “It just feels… wrong.” “Right,” Tommy had found his composure again, “So you know what it is Good.” “This is that, it, what I meant before,” John explained clumsily, “What I said before…” “But you don’t have to,” Arthur hastily said, “Actually you can’t. Not until you’re married.” “Or otherwise it won’t work?” you laughed. “What do you know already?” Tommy asked, feeling this was going all wrong. You could see there was nothing in his life, up to this point, that he had dreaded more, but he tried to go about this as best he could. And with a sort of cruel glee, you enjoyed this deeply. You pulled your shoulders up, “Average, I think.” “Fine,” he dragged a hand through his hair, “I’ll explain.” “Tommy, you really don’t have to…” “When a man and a woman love each other,” he started quickly, “they want to be close.” “And hold hands. John already said,” you reminded Tommy innocently. John shifted in his seat a little, “And they kiss.” “And not just on the mouth,” Arthur mumbled, which earned him two glares from his brothers. Tommy continued, “As you know, men and women have different parts and when they’re in love, they might feel the need to get together and join those parts together.” “Join the parts?” you bit your lip to stop yourself from bursting out in laughter. “Yes. Like horses,” Tommy lit a cigarette suddenly, “When they stand opposite each other and rub their noses against each others backs. They fit together.” You nodded slowly, “Right. I see.”

“So a stallion then mounts a mare, when he gets,” Tommy waved a hand around uncertainly, “Excited.”

“My niece is not a fucking broodmare, though, is she?” Aunt Polly mumbled, who watched the scene with Ada in intense amusement. “I once had a stallion who was initially a colt,” Tommy was going full storytelling mode now, “and the colt had no experience in this field whatsoever. So, we put him in the field with a much older mare. The colt was very keen and tried to mount her, but the mare kicked him off at first. Then the colt got smart, you see, and tried to stroke her sides first, nibbled on her a little and blew on her even. After his teasing, eventually, she allowed it. We got a lovely foal from her.”

Though Tommy looked quite pleased with himself, you just squinted your eyes at him, waiting for the punch line. After what felt like ages, he said, “Now imagine that with humans, eh?” “So I need to find someone who’s a lot older and has more experience,” you concluded. “Fucking hell, no!” Arthur shouted out, “Tom you’re making a bloody mess of this!” You threw up your hands, “Well none of you are making much sense! Am I the colt or the mare in this scenario?”

Arthur lowered his head into his hands, “Jesus Christ, you were five only a minute ago.” “Y/N,” John tried, “Ignore Arthur. One day, you will fall in love with someone. You might even think you love someone now…” “But you don’t,” Arthur finished for him. John cast him another annoyed stare, “And when you’re sure you love him, you’ll know you can trust them. Because men are bastards, most of the time, so you need to find a good one.”

“How will I know?” “When he’s gentle with you,” John said, softly almost, “When he doesn’t force you to do anything and when he actually cares about you.” Arthur smirked suddenly, “When did you become so soft?” “She’s my fucking sister, Arthur!” John pointed at you angrily, “And I’m not having some bastard take advantage of her because she feels like she has to!” Arthur thought about this for a while and then suddenly nodded, “John’s right. Men tell lies. You remember that.”

The dimly lit kitchen was suddenly growing increasingly quiet and awkward, and you noticed how none of your brothers were willing to meet your eye anymore.

So you tried to wrap this up, “Good talk.” And you gave them all a warm smile, but they weren’t done. “Now, you kissed a boy,” Tommy stated and it wasn’t a question, “So I’m guessing you like him and he likes you.” “He better,” Arthur grumbled. “At some point, he might ask you to have sex with him,” Tommy elaborated, raising his eyebrows, “and you might want to.” “She won’t,” Arthur objected, but again, Tommy silenced him with a gesture. “Sex is not a bad thing,” he continued, “But you have to be ready.” “How will I know when I’m ready?” you asked. “When I tell you,” his quick reply came. But John side-eyed his older brother, “You’re going to tell her: alright, you can have sex now?” “That’s a bit bloody weird, Tom,” Arthur agreed. “Alright!” Tommy snapped, “It won’t be like that…” “Well, why don’t you try and explain, Arthur,” you smiled at him kindly.

“Right, I’m the oldest, I should fucking explain,” he stood up suddenly and started pacing the room nervously, “Men have a certain… between their legs… a thing.” “A penis,” Polly filled in from the background. “Yes,” Arthur said, glad that he didn’t have to say it to his sister, “And women have a different thing,” “Say the fucking words, Arthur!” Ada sighed, “A vagina. God knows you’re not that unfamiliar with it…”

“So when they get together,” Arthur was now frantically rubbing his hands together and rearranging his hair to the point of birds nest on his head, ”The man goes into the woman.” “Because it feels fucking glorious,” John nodded in earnest. Arthur paused for a second and continued; “Now when they do that, it could result in the woman getting pregnant. Which is what sex is really for.” Internally, you were fighting yourself to stop yourself from dying, “Just like that?” “Well, no,” Arthur looked at his brothers for help, but none came, “When a man gets very…happy… during it, he… fuck, Tom, help me out here.” Tommy took a long drag on his cigarette and said, “It’s called semen and once it’s in a woman, it can make a baby.”

“Like with horses?” you suggested sarcastically. “Yes, just like the horses.” “And this happens when a man gets happy?” John suddenly interjected, “Woman can get like that too!” Tommy smirked at his younger brother for a second, but his posture remained unmoving.

And John grinned back at him, “And it’s fucking magnificent,” but then he looked at his sister again, “But only if you’re married. Like me.”

“To become a mum,” you repeated his words again. “Yeah,” he said, “so you need to be ready to become a mum or else you can’t have sex.” “What about the man?” you retorted, “Can he only have sex when he’s ready to become a father?” Again, Tommy sighed, “Both the man and the woman are responsible for the consequences of sex, yes.” So you turned to him, “Areyou ready to become a father?” But Tommy threw his head back and didn’t reply. “There are ways of preventing it from happening,” Arthur said, in another vague attempt.

“Like what.” “One could…”John searched for the words, “Leave early, so to speak.” In the background, Ada choked on her tea. “Let’s recap, shall we?” you urged, because this was going nowhere. “Don’t so anything you don’t want to,” John said quickly, “and there’s no need to put anything in your mouth, unless you want to.”

“For fuck’s sake, John,” Arthur practically screamed, “Y/N, listen, you’re still a child, so just wait. There’s no hurry whatsoever, right? Just, know that men will want this. All the time.” “Now, if you have anymore questions,” Tommy started in his voice he usually reserved for business.

“…I’ll ask Pol.” Tommy stubbed out his cigarette and eventually stood up, “That’s probably best.” When the three brothers walked away, fleeing the scene, you heard John whisper, “I think that went well! We did the brotherly thing, right?” And Arthur replied with, “I’m never ever fucking doing that again…” Tommy just lit his 84th cigarette in silence, his mind back on horses. One thing was certain: this had been far more painful for then than it was for you. Imagine, them thinking you didn’t yet know this! You were a fucking Shelby, for fucks sake. You knew fucking.

After the boys had left again in the most awkward manner, you turned to your sister and aunt. Both had mirth practically spilling from their eyes. “Think it might be best if I not tell them…” you said. Aunt Polly said, still wiping the tears from her face, “Tell them what?” You pointed at your neck and the mark that had started all of this,

“The name of the girl who gave me this.”

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Gangster in Distress

Summary: Tommy was only interested in Y/N to seal a deal with her father. He thought she was a spoilt, rich girl... until a mishap with some thieves makes Tommy reconsider.  

A/N: I just rewatched the movie Ever After with Drew Barrymore and let’s just say it heavily inspired this fic....

It was often that Tommy would sacrifice his own family to ensure a deal or stop a war. A key example being when he convinced John to marry Esme, preventing a battle with the Lee family. Tommy was rather good at pushing his family to the forefront of his problems. Now though? Now it was Tommy’s turn. 

Tommy desired to extend his gin business through London and beyond. The only issue being a Mr Walter Brown. Mr Brown ran an immensely successful distillery in the heart of London and Tommy knew striking a deal with him was his only route to a new found fortune. He had met with the man once at his home, the house exceeding even Tommy’s manor. They had spent a long time coming to a suitable deal. The man had no need for money nor protection, although Tommy tried to persuade him. It was a lost cause; the man’s fine suit and multiple men lingering by the door could have told him that. There was nothing the Peaky Blinders could offer him that he didn't already have, Tommy still persisted.

The meeting had lasted three hours before Tommy watched the man stand up and glance out the window behind him, the view obscured from Tommy. Mr Brown rubbed his white moustache and sighed, resting his gaze back on Tommy. He explained to him that he had a daughter who he wished to see married, and to a financially secure man. Of course Arthur and John were out of the question and Finn was too young for the woman. This left Tommy to take the bullet. It certainly felt like a bullet when the daughter had slammed the door, storming out of her father’s study just after she was told the news. Perhaps it would be for the best, he would have some company and Charlie a mother figure. Not forgetting their union would make Tommy very rich. 

The deal was settled and they would be married the next month, giving Y/N and Tommy some time to get to know each other. He made frequent trips to London to become acquainted with his bride-to-be, the two of them left alone in one of the parlour rooms. The first few times she had sat like a petulant child, ignoring his attempt at conversation, and not being afraid to tell him what she thought of the arrangement. Her expensive gowns and shiny jewellery reminding him of the two different worlds they came from. It was on the fourth visit when he became impatient and decided to move their relationship forward and to try and seduce her. His hands on her waist and wandering lips warranted a red cheek and a view of Y/N’s back as she huffed out of the room. 

The next time he came, he made sure to bring Charlie. She would have to meet him eventually and he could only hope she wouldn’t bring up his actions with a child in the same room. It was fair to say she much preferred the boy’s company, immediately grinning Charlie and bringing out a story book to share with him. It was this moment where Tommy couldn’t completely resent the arrangement. Charlie liking her was more important than him liking her. And after Y/N had taken him to the stables to meet her horses, Charlie would barely release the woman. It was there where Tommy had attempted to apologise for his behaviour the previous visit (not really because he was sorry, but more to remain on good terms with her father). It was also here that when Y/N had distracted Charlie with her most beautiful mare, told Tommy if he tried anything again she wasn’t afraid to use the hunting gun and shoot it at his unmentionables. 

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The wedding hadn’t been anything special to Tommy. He had already had his dream wedding with Grace and Y/N had refused to have a big attendance, although this didn't stop her from wearing a very extravagant dress. The ceremony was limited to only Y/N’s father, Charlie and Aunt Polly.  Polly had returned to Birmingham the same afternoon, after their lunch, with Charlie. Mr Brown had retired to his room which left the newly weds alone. Except their anticipated wedding night consisted of Y/N leading Tommy to a guest room and shutting herself into her bedroom. 

Tommy spent the next few days, finalising some business and plans with his new father-in-law, while Y/N was busy packing her bags to move into Tommy’s manor with him and Charlie.

The rain was heavy on the day they were to drive back. Despite still being angry at her father, she gave him a tight hug before rushing into the vehicle, out of the rain. It was a long car journey back to Birmingham and Y/N had taken to sulking with her arms crossed, staring out of the window for the first hour. 

Tommy sighed and pursed his lips, “We should at least try to be civil, you know.” By the look on Y/N’s face, he knew his words would cause them to argue. He didn't care though, arguing would be better than sitting in silence for the rest of the trip. He also couldn’t take another minute of watching the woman fidget in her seat, he knew she was itching to speak.

Y/N kept her gaze out of the window, “You and my father dealt me off like i’m a fucking horse. I don’t have to be nice to you.” 

Tommy clenched his jaw, feeling desperate for a cigarette. ”Your father wanted what was best for you.” He heard Y/N let out an amused huff.

“Oh and you’re my knight in shining armour? Lucky me.” Tommy turned to look at her before focusing back on the road. He chose not to say anything, “I don't even see why I had to marry in the first place. I was fine staying with my father.’”

This time Tommy felt amused, “Hmm and doing what exactly? Perching on your little pedestal and looking pretty?" He hid his smirk when Y/N turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. He quite liked riling her up. 

“I’m not just some spoiled little girl, so stop treating me like one.” She crossed her arms again and huffed.

“If you didn’t act like one, perhaps I wouldn’t treat you like one.” Tommy retorted.

"Your perception of women is abhorrent. Just because I'm pretty and like to dress nicely, does not mean you can belittle me. And if you continue to do so, we are going to have problems." Tommy raised his eyebrows. "Besides, you ought to tread carefully, you are looking at the future owner of the Brown distillery. My father may have made a deal with you that doesn't mean i can't change it when i'm in charge."

Tommy felt a smile growing on his face, "You would deny your own husband?" It widened when all Y/N did was smirk at him. The silence grew again before Tommy asked, "You think you can handle running the business?"

Y/N smoothed down her hair that had gone fluffy from the rain, "You may think i just sit around, but I am very much involved in the distillery. I'm more than capable of running the business."

Tommy quickly glanced at her again, finding a sense of respect he didn't expect to feel. 

When Tommy didn’t reply, Y/N scrunched her nose up, "I do hope you're not a husband who will deny me of such a job.” Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Good, because I wouldn't have listened anyway."

"And what shouldn't a husband deny you of?" Tommy questioned in a teasing tone.

"Hmm,” Y/N grinned. “A good husband should let me do exactly as I please. He will let me work, go to the market, run through the garden without shoes, gallop through the field on a horse, or do absolutely nothing all day."

"And, what about a good wife?"

Y/N stroked her chin in thought and looked at Tommy "Well, I guess that's for you to decide."

Tommy didn’t answer her. "You like horses?" He said a few moments later. 

"Love.” Y/N smiled and looked out the window dreamily, the rain still hitting the window. “I grew up with my grandparents in the countryside, they were from my mum's side, who, well, were not rich like my dad’s. We spent all our time on the farm and from the moment I first laid my eyes on the beautiful horses, that was it."

Tommy smirked, "So the city girl is actually a farm girl?" Y/N’s response was a roll of the eyes.  "The horses you showed Charlie were incredible." His words seemed to divert Y/N back into her bratty state, she crossed her arms again and glared at the man, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I had to leave them behind."

Before Tommy could respond, the car jolted. He lost control for a moment before managing to stop the car. Trees surrounded the pair and Tommy recognised the road built through the forest. He wasted no time to jump out and check each wheel, finding the problem on Y/N’s side, a small hole visible. Y/N rolled down the window, "What happened?”

"The tyres burst, I must have hit a stone or something." He stood back up wiping down his suit. "Come on." He opened the door to her side and gestured for her to get out. 

"What?"

"The house isn't far from here, we can go by foot." Y/N looked at him in shock.

"It's raining and muddy!" She made a motion to her dress, to which Tommy rolled his eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out, dragging her to the boot of the car. He pulled out one of the smaller luggage bags and pushed it in her arms before looking at her pointedly, "You said you grew up on a farm." 

"Past tense, Thomas!" She huffed and re-positioned the bag, watching Tommy grab the two larger ones. He led them around the car and they walked barely a metre before a man with shoulder length grey hair came out of the trees pointing a gun at the two. "Don't be leaving so quick now." He let out a whistle and more men came from the trees, all with guns. Y/N gulped and raised her hands in the air, subsequently dropping her bag, the contents spilling over the floor. She heard Tommy curse and watched him put the luggage down more carefully than her. 

"Y/N go back in the car." Not having to be told twice she rushed back to the passenger side. Feeling nervous when the men advanced on Tommy, a fist fight, four on one beginning. 

Before she could open the door, one of the men had grabbed her, making her yelp and shove him to the ground. She tried to hit the next man who made a grab for her but he caught her arm and held it behind her back. It took three men to stop her struggling, pulling her to where their leader stood. They held her there, Tommy a few metres opposite her being held in a similar position, a cut on his forehead and a bruised eye. The two watched as the thieves began rifling through Tommy’s car and her luggage on the floor.

One of them held up a rather beautiful, expensive looking dress adorned in jewels. “Excuse me!” Y/N spat, missing Tommy closing his eyes in annoyance. ”That was my mother’s dress, you give that back!” She felt the men tighten their hold on her. The leader smirked and stalked over to her. He lifted one of his ring covered hands and caressed her cheek. "Feisty little thing.” He whispered. 

Tommy began struggling, "Let her go.” He demanded, voice strong but eyes tired. “Your fight is against me not her." Y/N could only then see that the two men knew each other. The man removed his hand and walked closer to Tommy. He relented and told the men to release her.

Y/N pushed her way out of their arms, shivering from the rain and annoyed at the mud tracing up her skirts. She raised her chin to the leader, "I demand that you give me back all of my things. And since you shot through one of the tyres and have my driver captured, a horse for the journey back." All of the men’s eyes widened at her order. The leader titled his head, and grinned sarcastically.

“Princess,” He spread his arms out in front of him, ”You may have anything you can carry." His men chuckled around them. Y/N raised her eyebrows, a devious look in her eyes as she glanced at Tommy, who was staring at her in disbelief. 

“Do I have your word on that, Sir? She asked.

The man bowed his head, “On my honour as a Gypsy.”

Y/N nodded once. She walked past the Gypsy, staring at him as she passed. Walking straight over her clothes on the floor, Y/N  made her way to Tommy, the men who were holding him backing away. She lifted his arm up and bent down, huffing as she lifted her husband across her back. The Gypsy man opened his mouth in shock, watching as Y/N gave him a sarcastic smile and a slight curtsy before making her way down the road, holding Tommy on her back.

A ruckus of laughter erupted from the group of men at the sight. Even the leader couldn't help but laugh loudly at the daring girl. "Come back!” He paused, chuckling, “You may have a horse."

Y/N sat in front of Tommy on the horse as they rode to the manor. He knew that this reckless but incredibly clever woman would cause him a great deal of trouble, he just couldn’t bring himself to resent it anymore.

I can just imagine Y/N telling John this story and Tommy having to kick him out because of all the teasing... 

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Dusty Black Coat

Summary: Tommy Shelby is famous for his dusty black coat - it’s part of his signature look. But, really, it’s not just his anymore…it’s his sister’s as well. 

Word Count: 2765

Trigger Warnings: References to sexual assault after the third set of asterisks (***).

A/N: Hey hey hey, how are we all doing? I’m so happy to finally share this fic with you, it’s one that I’ve worked really hard on and it was one of the first ideas I had for a Peaky Blinders fic. As usual, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy it!!

Tommy and Y/N Shelby had a relationship that no one could quite make sense of. Some people argued that the siblings were too similar for their own good, and that was the reason behind their seemingly constant arguing.  

But in between all of that, there were moments of tenderness. These often occurred in complete silence, as they simply enjoyed the other’s company. Amidst the hustle and bustle of a Friday night in the Garrison, Y/N could often be found with her head rested on her older brother’s shoulder, sipping a gin as they watched Arthur and John’s drunken antics with soft smiles on their faces. Or, if you happened to glimpse through the window of the Shelby residence on Watery Lane, you wouldn’t be surprised to see the pair curled up in front of the fire, reading late at night.

Yes, it was a complicated relationship to say the least.

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Mouse- part three

Summary: Maggie Shelby isn’t like her brothers or sister, being quiet and studious she often struggles to fit in. When money gets stolen and she is accused will she stick around and continue to be an outcast in her family?

A/N: Yay part three! It’s here a little later than I wanted but the weather has been really nice in England so my family and I enjoyed a barbecue before the rain returns tomorrow... This chapter focuses on Maggie’s relationship with her eldest brother Arthur. I wanted to show her relationship with her brothers before focusing on the storyline in the summary- which will start from the next part! Hope you enjoyyy <3 

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On a normal day, the end of school saddened Maggie, today was no different. Except today she felt something more than sad, she felt dread. Tommy had kept his word and didn’t do anything to William, or at least anything physical that she could see- she had crossed paths with him in the school courtyard that morning and when he saw her decided to go in the complete opposite direction. Seeing as her brother kept his side of the bargain, she would have to keep hers. Today she would have to meet Arthur at the boxing gym. 

The gym wasn't far from the school, leading Maggie to drag her feet (not thinking about the scolding she would get from Aunt Polly at the scuffs) to take as much time as possible to get there, frowning the whole journey. She reached the door of the building and huffed before pushing it open. Inside was bustling. There were men on the floor wrestling, and others standing around them, taking a break, faces sweaty. Maggie was about to completely abort when Arthur spotted her.  “There’s my Maggiepie!” His voice bellowed across the room, pushing past everyone, beaming at the youngest Shelby. Maggie gave a wobbly smile in return, her cheeks flushed a violent red seeing the men becoming distracted by them. 

Arthur grabbed her school books and led her to one of the free mats. He dumped the books carelessly on a bench, making Maggie wince, and gripped her arms with his hands, leading her to the centre of the mat. “Right, Tommy told me to teach ya some self defense.” Arthur scratched at his moustache eyeing the delicate girl, wearing a simple brown dress with a buttoned cardigan to match. She was Ada’s opposite in terms of fashion, dressing modestly and rather dull. Arthur knew that the men he knew tended to avoid women like this. But, undoubtedly, Maggie was blessed with the Shelby good-looks. Her long wavy hair and pretty doe eyes were more than enough for the men to have a lustful look, despite Maggie never noticing. Arthur always noticed, however, and had jumped at Tommy’s idea to teach her some fighting moves. He couldn't always be around the girl that he helped raise these days, what with Linda and the baby, so knowing she could defend herself when he wasn’t there put his mind at ease.

“We’ll start off simple, to see what we’re working with.” Arthur raised his palms and held them out in front of him, “I want you to punch my hand as hard as you can, alright?”

Maggie’s arm remained loosely at her side. Her face still felt hot and she couldn’t stop her eyes wandering around the room, watching everyone. Most of the men were doing their own thing but one or two she noticed were watching her and her brother. She turned back to Arthur who was waiting still with his hands out.  Maggie looked to the ground and rubbed her hand up her arm. “I… I can’t do it with everyone here.” 

It took Arthur only a couple of seconds to process her words before he clapped his hands and cupped his mouth to shout, “Right, that’s it! Everyone out. Gym’s closed!” Although there were some whining, Arthur’s hard stare cleared the area. He turned back to Maggie and resumed his position. Maggie breathed deeply and shook her hands out. She formed a fist and pulled it back but Arthur grabbed her hand before she could even consider throwing a punch. “Your thumb needs to be on the outside, you’ll break it otherwise.” He redirected her fist and gestured for her to try again. Maggie delivered her first punch against Arthur’s hand.

Arthur rolled his eyes, “Mags, I told you to punch me as hard as you can. You don't have to worry, you're not gonna hurt me.”

Maggie stared at him, her face grimaced. “That… that was as hard as I can.” 

“Oh.” His moustache twitched as silence settled. “Right nevermind, you just need practice. You gotta use your whole body, get your weight behind the punch.” He showed Maggie the proper technique and they continued this exercise until Arthur decided she was successful enough to move on. He repositioned them to the centre of the mat and took Maggie’s elbow tapping it twice.

“Now, your elbow is gonna cause the most damage, so you need to use that whenever you can. You can't go wrong with a good kick either.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “More often than not, if someone grabs you, it’s from behind. I'm going to grab you, and you're going to escape, get it?” He wrapped his arms around his sister, locking her in his embrace. Maggie wriggled about, trying to break the grip. The challenge was taking what felt like a century to the struggling girl. Her face turning red and tears welled in her eyes, her breathing picking up as she couldn't escape. 

“Arthur!” She breathed out in a panicked tone, body tense. “Arthur, stop! I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this anymore!” His arms loosened but didn't let her go. “I’m too weak.”

“Nonsense.”He shook his head, trying not to let his frustration show at the girl’s defeatist attitude. “If someone grabs you for real, you can’t just give up.” He squeezed Maggie. “You’re a girl. There are a lot of awful men who would take advantage of a girl like you and i’ll be damned if something happens to you just because you think you're too weak to try, you’re not.” He gave Maggie a few moments to think it through, knowing she's smart enough to continue their training. He smirked when she huffed quietly, “Ok, fine.”

“Atta girl, now remember, use all your body. Don’t forget your elbows and feet.” He tightened his grip back on the girl. Only, she continued to stay still. “Mags, come on.” Arthur couldn't help but grumble at her lack of effort. Just as he was trying to think of a new way to motivate her, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach from Maggie’s elbow, an even sharper kick to his shin and suddenly he was pushed down to the mat, only managing to sound out an “Oof”.

He looked up, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised, to his angelic looking sister who hid her giggles behind her hand. Arthur’s laugh was loud enough for them both as he realised she had outsmarted and successfully distracted him. He struggled to his feet and ruffled Maggie’s hair. “You've got a good head on ya, don't have to lose that in a fight - you’ll end up being a hothead like me otherwise.” Maggie smiled up at him. “We’ll do some dodging next, I think.” The smile disappeared. 

The two continued until the evening came and it was dark outside. Although Maggie hadn’t wanted to do this today and was tired and achy, she loved spending the time with Arthur, almost forgetting what it was like. He checked his watch, “I think we can finish for the day. How about we stop at the Garrison.” Maggie’s nose scrunched up at the idea. Arthur tapped her forehead. ”I need that big brain of yours to look at my books. I’ll give you some pocket money for your hard labour, how’s that sound?” Maggie couldn’t help but agree, knowing there was a new novel she wanted to buy. She had helped Arthur with the books before and he had paid her handsomely. 

It had been just over an hour now and Maggie had finished looking through the books in the back room. She stretched in the chair, her back cracking in relief. Her stomach suddenly rumbled and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything since lunch and after all the exercise she just did, she felt even more hungry. She ventured out to find her eldest brother.

Arthur was sitting at the bar, chatting loudly with some of the local men of the pub, nursing a drink. Maggie crept up towards him, being offered kind smiles from the men which she returned politely. She tugged Arthur’s sleeve.  “Arthur can we go now? I’m really hungry.”

“Course we can love, just gotta talk to Harry.” He gestured towards the barman. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” Maggie nodded in understanding. She waited for a few moments before deciding it was too hot and stuffy to wait inside. She went outside and rested on the wall next to the front entrance, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh air - well at least fresher than in the bar.

“Hey, pretty.” Her eyes shot open and followed the sound. A sweaty looking man stood opposite her, eyelids drooping. A bottle in one hand while the other held onto his loose trousers. Maggie stayed silent. “You know, I asked for an angel to visit me today. Looks like,” The man hiccuped, “looks like my wish came true.” He smiled, proudly showing off his stained teeth. Maggie decided it was actually best to wait for Arthur inside. She turned from the creepy man and was about to return through the door into the pub when she felt a tight grip on her upper arm. “Hey now, no need to be rude.” Her heart beat fast, trying to keep her breathing even to not appear scared. “I just wanna talk with my angel.” He staggered back a bit, pulling Maggie with him. 

She tugged back “Get off of me.” She wished Arthur would just hurry up. She was debating yelling for him when the man put his dirty hand, the one holding the bottle, to caress her cheek while tightening the grip of the other one. “I’ll-” He slurred- “I’ll show you a real good time.” and started to pull her away from the pub. “I said get off!” A tug of war match ensued and when Maggie realised he was too strong for her, despite being intoxicated, her instincts overcame her. A swift kick the man’s lower region sent him writhing on the floor. 

Maggie dusted her arms and dress off. She looked at the man wriggling about on the floor and huffed, “You brought that on yourself, you know.”

A pat on her back made her jump and she turned to see Arthur grinning down at her. “He’ll feel that kick for a whole week, Mags.” Of course he was angry at the drunken man taking advantage of his sister- he’d get one of the men to deal with him later- but Arthur couldn’t help the laugh which boomed out of him after watching his sweet, little sister kick a grown man in the balls. 

The two of them returned to the house, Maggie rushing in to help Polly with the potatoes. Tommy came over to Arthur and greeted him with a friendly hand on his shoulder, his usual cigarette on his lip. “How did it go today, Arthur?”

Arthur rested his proud eyes on his sister peeling the spuds, chatting to her Aunt. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.” And he was sure of it.

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