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[murderadawrote]

Can you do giving Finn Shelby the silent treatment, like the one you did for Tommy

A/N: First of all, I’m so sorry that you all had to wait so long for another one of my posts. I actually had a period of time in which I had no inspiration and wasn’t ready to write something I didn’t like. So I took a pause from this blog. Actually now I’m ready to come back and I hope you like what I write for you. And thank you for the support and the followers and every single comment and request you wrote me!

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the silent treatment | finn shelby;

warnings: probably none;

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• The relationship between you and Finn didn’t need the silent treatment;

• However sometimes giving the silent treatment was the right thing to do;

• Like that one time when Finn forgot your date and appeared in the middle of the night in front of your house with blood on his shirt and arm;

• You actually spent the night helping him without saying a word, too angry and tired to point out all of the things he did wrong;

• “I’m sorry.” Finn mumbled. “I mean it.”

• You were sure he was sorry, but the night was long and you were tired;

• When you were preparing the couch for Finn, he was right there looking at you, the sweat still on his forehead and his injured arm close to his chest;

• “Are you angry?” No answer from you. “If you are angry I can go back home. If I have to sleep on your couch-”

• “Stop it, Finn.” You turned around interrupting him. “I had to spend the night with a fancy dress waiting for you. Then you appear injured and nearly dead and I have to help you even though I should have left you in front of my house alone.” You breath with a pause. “And if you ask me if I’m angry then the silent treatment I have been giving you for hours should be your answer, Finn Shelby!”

• He didn’t answer, maybe because he wasn’t used to you screaming at him or just not being kind or happy or nice. You weren’t a bad person, he was the bad one in the relationship. But seeing you angry made him feel sad because he didn’t want to leave you there and he didn’t want to argue;

• Maybe he just appeared in front of your house because you were his girlfriend, the only loyal person out of his family and in his life; maybe he needed a cuddle or a smile or something like “don’t worry, it will be fine”, he needed the warmth of a female figure; maybe he forgot your date because Tommy gave him things to do for a whole week and he felt overwhelmed; maybe he wasn’t a good boyfriend but he needed you;

• Even though you were angry, you hugged him tight. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the boy in front of you. Finn wasn’t a man to you, he was young and different from his brothers, but you realised you weren’t really angry, you were worried;

• And then you spent the night together, listening to your heartbeats without talking. In that moment there was no silent treatment and you were safe. Finn was safe;

• And that was the moment you both knew the silent treatment was your shield when you were worried;

• And Finn accepted that.

[murderadawrote]

Can you write HC of Tommy Shelby’s significant other giving him the silent treatment?

A/N: I’m sorry if I took too long but usually I write during the night and recently I went to bed early and didn’t have the right mind to write. However, here I am and here’s the silent treatment headcanon!✨

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the silent treatment | thomas shelby headcanon;

warnings: swearing;

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• The silent treatment wasn't something you were used to;

• If you had a problem with Tommy you simply stood in front of him talking about it and trying to find a solution as the grown ass adult you actually are;

• However, when you're too tired of the same shits, you forget you're an adult and become a child;

• Your relationship with Tommy is important, mostly because you're more than boyfriend and girlfriend but still less than husband and wife;

• You two talked about his job and how his life had to change in order to help you and his son, Charlie;

• Charlie was important for you and what you had to say to Tommy about his son was for his own good;

• But Thomas Shelby is too stubborn sometimes;

• He raised his voice, screamed at you and told you to just fuck off;

• "You're not Charlie's mother." One punch on your heart basically. "And you'll never be as important as Grace." Another punch;

• You weren't afraid of his words or upset, but the way he said those words and the darkness in his eyes made you feel like a total stranger;

• You weren't Charlie's mother and you didn't want to take Grace's place, she actually was the kind ghost in the house that had to inspire you in order to cope with everything Tommy had to throw at you;

• So you started thinking that if Tommy didn't want you in his life then you had to become the shadow of a shadow, someone who didn't exist for him but only for Charlie;

• He didn't notice that the situation became complicated at first;

• The night of the argument he slept on the little couch he had in his studio, and stayed there till the morning after;

• When he saw you eating breakfast next to Charlie he was sure you had left the argument and the words behind;

• You just ignored him giving Charlie all the smiles and the attention he deserved;

• At first Tommy told you something like "right" but hoped you were ready to forgive him;

• The day was slow and you still weren't ready to forgive him;

• You stayed with Charlie, talked to Ada for more than one hour, had the time to go to Polly's taking Charlie with you and by the time you were at home Tommy was still reading some documents with a frown, not understanding why his beautiful girlfriend was ignoring him;

• However, you failed when you gave him a cup of tea and put it in front of him;

• "You ignore me with no reason but you give me a cup of tea, love?"

• He only understood what was happening when he observed your eyes;

• And then he felt bad for his behaviour. Thomas Shelby might be the greatest mob leader in Birmingham or England, but in front of you he had to be a gentleman, the kind man you fell in love with;

• So that’s what happens when you give him the silent treatment;

• However, there are other scenarios too;

• Like that time when you stayed at Ada’s and he thought you were dead so he screamed at you the next day;

• Or when Charlie was playing with one of his guns without anyone who had to control him;

• Things like these made you so upset that talking to Tommy was something unbearable to you;

• But those smiles and those eyes, at the end, made you feel safe again.

[murderadawrote]

hi! your blog is legit 10/10 like your writing is so good I get excited every time I get a notification !! it gives me the motivation to continue writing the fic's that I've been sitting on and since I'm a male fan of your blog and I was wondering if you would take male/male requests??

First of all, thank you so much! You’re so sweet and comments like this one make me want to write other stories just for you!✨

Honestly, I’ve never thought about writing a male/male story. I’ve never had a reason to probably, but now that you’re telling me this I wonder if other people would like it.

I want you to know that I’m ready to try anything new if you request it. And why not? Just request and I’ll try to make you happy🥰✨

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THANK YOU;

“Murder Ada Wrote” has more than 100 followers!

I want - and need - to thank all of the people who commented, liked, reblogged and read my works and keep doing so!

Writing here started as something pretty normal and now I actually can’t get enough of it, so I have to thank you one more time for the constant support!✨

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[murderadawrote]

Would you write Tommy Shelby headcanon of his s/o being Ada best friend so like her being pulled in between the two of them/getting sick of their shit? Idk if this made sense but love your work anyway

A/N: first of all, thank you so much! It totally made sense and I actually was planning to write a one shot about that which I had to interrupt because I had no inspiration - eventually I’ll continue it dw! However, I hope you’ll like it!☺️

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ada’s best friend and tommy’s lover | headcanon;

warnings: best friend!ada and boyfriend!tommy (even if these aren’t real warnings);

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• Being Ada Shelby’s best friend was a dream;

• You and Ada shared your thoughts and some interests and used to talk about her brothers’ activity that eventually became part of her;

• However, it happened that you gradually became Tommy’s lover, the only woman he couldn’t live without;

• It’s funny ‘cause you actually can’t remember how the rivalry between the two siblings started and whenever someone of the family asks you about it, you think about the words “who came first, the chicken or the egg?”;

• Eventually you started growing tired of this childish rivalry. You weren’t a prize nor an object! So you tried to tell them but sadly they kept doing it;

• Ada wanted you to spend her afternoons as the two of you used to, reading books and drinking tea or sometimes even going to the centre of London;

• Tommy needed you physically. Not in the way you’re thinking about, but he wanted to see you and know you were alright. Even if he didn’t have time to take you somewhere in the middle of the day, he wanted you to know he had to protect you;

• Once you actually ignored the two of them and decided to spend the day with Polly;

• When you came back home the two of them were nervous and you started thinking that maybe they were worried! How stupid of you to think about it;

• “Where were you?” Ada’s eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast. “You had to spend the day with me. I’m your best friend!”

• “I’m her boyfriend...”

• “Shut up, Tommy!”

• Seeing the two of them like this stressed you so you started screaming at them for the very first time;

• Tommy’s expression was pure shock ‘cause you were always so quiet and gentle that this outburst was completely unexpected;

• Ada, however, was frowning listening to your words, thinking that Tommy Shelby maybe put some spell on her best friend;

• You told them about your own life and how they were too invasive and selfish. You had to repeat the words more than once so that it was clearer;

• Then you spent the night in your room, accepting only food, water and Polly;

• Polly was the one who talked to the siblings and she was angry at them for all of the stress they had to put you through;

• “One more word and she’s out of your lives.”

• “Who says that?”

• Polly paused looking at Tommy as if she was a lion looking at its prey. “I say that, Tommy Shelby.”

• Tommy and Ada decides to apologise to you for their immaturity and ultimately cane to the conclusion that you were the one who had the right to decide what to do and who to spend your day with;

• You thanked them even though you noticed the frown on Ada’s face and Tommy’s unamused expression;

• They looked like two children who did something wrong and had to apologise to her mother;

• Did the rivalry end at all? Sort of;

• The Shelby siblings were too proud to leave the argument without a winner, so when you weren’t in front of them they kept making comments about the whole situation;

• You were aware of it, but you were the one who decided to join the family so you weren’t really surprised.

[murderadawrote]

I haven’t had time to write as just had a baby! Could you do an imagine when Tommy’s daughter finds out she’s pregnant and has to tell him? Please love your writing

A/N: first of all, congratulations for the baby and I hope the both of you are healthy and happy! Also, I’m grateful that you like my writing and I hope this imagine is what you needed and wanted!🥰

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a child | thomas shelby;

summary: Y/N is Thomas Shelby’s oldest daughter and she finds out she’s pregnant. However, she’s worried about her father’s opinion and her own faith;

warnings: pregnancy, father!thomas shelby, daughter!reader, swearing;

( set between season 4 and 5, mostly the beginning of season 5 ‘cause we’re in 1929)

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When I was little I used to hate staying in the house, staring out of the window searching for my father, hoping that in the following minutes his blue eyes and comforting hugs would have appeared in front of the house. However, if you are the oldest daughter of Thomas Shelby - the man, the legend, the new MP of South Birmingham - you learn in one way or another that you have to be patient, breath and grow up sooner than later.

I wasn't expected nor the result of an incredible love story. My father used to tell me that when he found out about me he didn't want me to grow up alone or without the knowledge of the existence of an important family. Even though he was only eighteen when I was born, Thomas Shelby grew up as my laughter and cries slowly filled the rooms of our little house. He was a hero in the eyes of a little girl and probably the only man I would have ever loved to marry as an adult. However, things change and people grow up.

Thomas Shelby married only once and we were all happy. Grace was the only woman I could have seen next to us, always ready to help me and trying to light up every single situation. She had a light only angels have. When she died I saw the world in black and white for months and when I learnt that in the world there were two other people who lost an important woman, I noticed the sadness in my father's eyes. He doesn't pray, he just looks up at the sky trying to figure out if someone was having fun observing his fucked up life.

In the fall when the days become cold and gray, I always observe my father from the window. He smokes, looks up at the sky and shakes his head. This whole thing continues for an hour and in the corner of my mind - when I'm left alone with my own thoughts - Thomas Shelby is praying. I like to think he prays for our lives, his children's lives.

"Don't sell your soul, Y/N..." He used to tell me looking out of the window in our old house, one or two years after his return from the war. "People keep selling their soul and live atrocious lives. Grow up, keep your head up and breathe, 'cause sometimes you unconsciously stop breathing in front of your enemies."

Then, at the age of twenty-one, I became a maternal figure. I didn't want that. My father knew there was something terrible in my life, just as I knew growing up trying to not get killed by enemies isn't normal. But, you know, I firmly believe that we have all a place in this world. Then, one cold night, I found out what my place was, and with shaking hands and legs I visited my aunt Ada, the only sane person in the life of a Shelby woman.

"Pregnant?"

Ada was in front of me on the beautiful couch of her elegant living room. Even though minutes before she welcomed me never stop talking about people and friends and the rest of the family, now there was silence in the big house. The only sound was coming from outside, the storm too loud to not notice its terrible presence. Ada was looking anywhere but me, trying to find the right words to tell me even though they didn't exist.

"But you-" Ada kept looking between me and a framed picture of her and Karl. "It won't be easy, Y/N."

I knew that. Being pregnant was never easy, at least that's what I learnt from all the women of the family.

"I don't want it to be easy." I whispered playing with one of the rings on my right hand. "I learnt that we shouldn't expect something easy but something terrible." I explain to the gracious woman who was still looking at the picture of her own son. "I'm a Shelby, Ada. I grew up with people waiting for my own death."

Ada understood. She's been there plenty of times and maybe that was one of the reasons why she looked for a new life in London, finally deciding, however, that her family name will never leave her alone. After my words and the running of her own thoughts, she started sobbing and hugged me so tight that I felt like a children, looking for a mother in the arms of an aunt.

"You're strong, Y/N." She mumbled between the sobs and my hair. "You were born to rule the world, don't be afraid to tell Tommy."

Her words never left me. I was strong, that was true, but my father, Thomas Shelby, was a rock. Sometimes my thoughts used to tell me that if Thomas Shelby said something wasn't right with uncle Arthur's hair then uncle Arthur would have shaved his head, telling the world that was the best thing to do. Thomas Shelby kept influencing the people of the world without caring about the consequences. But Ada Shelby, the woman whose words always comforted me in times of sorrow, told me I was strong.

"You know, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night." My father stood in front of Charlie's room, waiting for me to come out. "I get up and start walking before stopping right here..." He stood still in front of the wall between Charlie's bedroom and my bedroom with his hands on the pockets of his elegant pants. "I don't call you, even though sometimes I do that in my mind. I just want to know if you're safe and sound." He looked at my watering eyes and continued walking closer to me. "But I can't go back to sleep after that. One day you won't be the owners of these rooms and I won't be here anymore. These walls will grow old and your children will tell stories about us."

His words were powerful. I wasn't afraid to confess my secret to him anymore, that was the right moment.

"Dad..." I was whispering, one part of me was trying to not wake Charlie up while the other part wasn't ready for the inevitable moment. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes never left mine. A few seconds had passed when he took a big breath and looked in front of him, back at the wall. "I know."

I was confused. I was ready for him to scream at me; I was ready for something like "stay away from this house" or "you're not my daughter". I was expecting the apocalypse from the man who made me the woman I was.

"Ada told me two days ago." He sighed and paused for a second. "She told me everything. I wasn't ready for it, but she did it and I'm thankful now."

I didn't tell him anything, I just wanted to listen to his words. His voice felt exactly like home. He wasn't the horrible man people talked about in the street. He was my father, Thomas Shelby.

"I know what people think about me." He was a statue, never moving. "I'm a monster, a killer, a scar in the face of England."

"You're not." I interrupted him.

"I know." The corners of his lips slightly turned up. "I know that 'cause one little girl once told me I was the only man she was ready to marry." His eyes were now looking into my soul. I was the little girl. "But things change, people grow up and little girls become beautiful women."

"I-I'm not ready." I stopped him sobbing. "Or am I? I'm not sure of it." I looked at Charlie's white door. "A child."

"You're ready, I'm sure of that." I felt his hand holding mine. "Don't let that poor child make my same mistakes."

I was too emotional to not hug him in that same moment. And the second his arms were around me, I felt at home. Those strong arms I used to wait patiently in front of the window. At the end he was always there, ready to make me smile even though the world around us was at war. And if he was proud of my future, I was proud of the man he was.

[murderadawrote]

Hi! Just imagine that Tommy find out that his fried( he have a big crush on her) is supernatural creature(like werefolf, demon or vampire etc.)She saved his live but but scared the hell out of him and his family(tear a man apart with her bare hands, being shoot straight in the head and stay alive, transform into a scary monster etc.) Headcannon how Tommy would react to it?

A/N: I don’t know why but I liked writing this one headcanon, dear anonymous, so I hope you like it too! Also, I wanted to introduce my idea of this supernatural concept at the beginning of the headcanon and I’m sorry if it’s different from yours!

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creature of the night | thomas shelby headcanon;

summary: you are a creature of the night, a vampire, dear friend of Thomas Shelby. What happens when the whole Shelby family finds out about your real nature?

warnings: supernatural creature (is that a warning though?)

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• You were, in fact, a vampire;

• Now, you want the people to know that you’re not one of those vampires who can’t stay out in the morning or need blood to live or kill people whenever they have the opportunity;

• You started hating those fake stories when you were only eighteen and then when what happened had to happen you understood that you were still a pretty young woman with no intention to kill nor grow up apparently;

• Your ‘transformation’ happened in the second half of the 1800s and it was actually a fun time to be alive in England;

• You always had a lot of friends to joke around with and when you met Oscar Wilde for the first time and travelled the world with him then you knew your secrets were safe with him;

• You moved to Birmingham when the people next to you started noticing something strange about you;

• “Why is she so pale?” and “Did you notice her delicate face? Not a single wrinkle in twenty years.” were the words you used to hear every day at the end of your life in the city you used to live in;

• Then you faked your tragical death and moved to Birmingham;

• You were actually a wealthy young woman so you decided that the best for you was a simple house in the middle of nowhere;

• You met Thomas Shelby one night in his bar;

• It was a week day and nobody was there drinking or having fun, you were apparently alone. However, Thomas Shelby found you and silently wished you were his. Pale skin, red lips and curious eyes;

• You started talking that night and the night after that and months later you were still there talking, the both of you aware that continuing to talk was just a way to distract you from the rest of the world, the problems around you;

• You didn’t want to tell him the truth. It was too dangerous and you started liking the city, even though women and men began to talk about “the new girl around Thomas Shelby”;

• It was a cold November night when the whole Shelby family found out you weren’t a human being;

• There was a party and only the family and its closest friends were invited. Children, wives, men. Everyone was there. Maybe fifteen people, but they were an important part of your life;

• It was John who heard the commotion in the huge garden of Tommy’s house. And that’s how from a quite and wonderful evening we found ourselves in front of ten men shooting at us;

• The fact is that someone was trying to kill Tommy and nobody tries to kill Tommy in front of me. He was the only person capable of striking a conversation with me without making me think about my nature;

• So I killed the last man in front of the whole family, his blood on my fancy dress and the eyes of the people around me completely astonished;

• Thomas was looking at me as if he was having a nightmare, not totally sure if I was the product of one of those hallucinations he used to have after the war or the pills or the drugs. But I wasn’t and he knew that;

• Polly took the rest of the family to another room, leaving me and Tommy alone;

• “You’re not real.”

• “Sadly I am.”

• “How?”

• He was scared and this unknown part of him made me think about the fact that maybe I was a monster;

• So I started telling him the whole story and he actually kept listening till the end, even though I didn’t deserve it;

• He understood;

• Well, not really because he had a lot of questions and favours to ask, but he was relieved to have you as a friend and not as an enemy;

• It was sunrise and the early rays of sun were hitting your faces. Thomas was confused and wanted to talk for the rest of his days;

• “What about the sun?”

• The poor man was actually afraid of what could have hurt you;

• “What about it?” You were looking at it smiling and calm. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”;

• And he quietly watched the sunrise on your skin, wondering how a creature of the night could be so magnificent and kind;

• What happened that night stayed between the Shelby family. Nobody told about it to other people and Thomas made sure that you were treated like the human you actually were once;

• Polly never feared about Tommy’s safety when he was with you; Arthur never had the idea to kill you immediately; Ada never changed her behaviour around you;

• Tommy never stopped looking at you with loving eyes;

[murderadawrote]

So the reader is a bartender as a front for moving cocaine through her bar. Alfie and Ollie are there one night drinking. No one knows that she's the mob leader, Alfie wants to start distributing his rum in her bar and asks to set up a meeting. When she shows up, she hinds behind one of those Chinese hand fans. Alfie recognizes her. "I'd know those eyes and that perfume anywhere."

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted to read and I had fun writing it (even though it’s 2am and I should be asleep already lmao);

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the shadow of a man | alfie solomons;

summary: Y/N is a young woman who tries to hide her mob leader identity from the strangers; Alfie is the stranger who discovers the truth;

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, mob leaders;

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There’s a moment in the life of a woman when people look at you thinking that maybe you’re innocent, pure, a butterfly trapped in a world full of spiders. This moment may turn into different single moments. They look at you and they think that you’re not ready, not even close. And what do you do? You cry? Take the first ship to escape? Tell your mother? No. You simply create an empire and then make them beg to work with you.

‘The Olmo’ was a simple bar in London when I took it and transformed it into something bigger and more courageous than anything else. That’s how people in London used to describe it, courageous. I guess that selling drugs in your own bar and becoming one of the biggest mob leaders had that effect on people. But ‘The Olmo’ was my home. All the young women had to be prepared for the different roles. Waitresses, singers, dancers, women that had the power to be loved without falling in love. However, at the end of the day there was me, in a corner of the bar serving drinks to different men. And nobody knew me, I was a shadow or the dream you keep forgetting whenever you wake up. However, it amazed me how one night a man named Alfie Solomons caught me, seeing something more behind the pretty eyes and the hard working woman. He saw Y/N.

“What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?”

I looked at the girl in front of me and frowned. “Have you seen yourself?” I paused for a second and looked at the mirror in front of us thinking about the right words. “Alright, you know the rules. You wait and count to seven, if he doesn’t want you then he has to talk to me and that means-”

I got interrupted by another voice. “And that means that you have to come with me, Y/N.” I recognized the voice of my secretary and assistant, Frances, one of the few people who had the courage to talk to me as if I wasn’t who I actually was.

I looked at Molly - the girl who I was talking to - and nodded with a slight smile. “You can do it.” I told following Frances out of the private room. “Just remember what I told you and follow the plan!”

The plan was simple. Following Frances out of the room and through the corridor had me thinking about all the phases of the plan. Every night the plan was the same, never changing because that would have been disastrous. Some chosen girls had to take care of and control the powerful men, those men who wanted me dead or poor, and if those men were too worried about me to enjoy some pretty girls then they needed to talk to my men. The plan was simple. We had to follow the plan.

“What is it?” I asked Frances before opening the door of the main room.

Frances sighed and looked between me and the door. “A man.” She paused and shrugged. “Ginger told me he doesn’t look at the girls nor talk to them.”

“Drunk?” I frowned thinking about the situation. “Maybe he-”

“He asked to talk to Olmo, Y/N.” Frances interrupted me serious. “Ginger told me about him as soon as she found me. Usually I tell the girls to tell these men to fuck off, but he’s Alfie Solomons.”

I stopped thinking and looked at my friend. “Alfie Solomons?” I repeated. “That Alfie Solomons? The Jewish bear from Camden Town?” I opened the door slightly to look for him. “Where is the bastard?”

“On the left.” Frances answered. “He’s with another man, younger than him.”

He was there, observing the people, the room and frowning under his beard. I had never seen him before, only heard about him through some girls who had a thing for him. I used to tell them that Alfie Solomons was just a man and not a god killed and reborn. And that was probably what I was telling myself the moment my eyes found him between the crowd of people. The bar was full of men and I used to serve them every night, looking at them with my innocent eyes and pretty smile. But they were just men. They weren’t Alfie Solomons, right?

I slowly closed the door and looked at Frances. “He’s gorgeous.” I mumbled feeling guilty. “And dangerous.”

Frances smirked at the sound of my words. “You have to talk to him now, right?” She asked knowing well that I had to do so. “You always need to talk to the men who ask to meet Olmo. You analyse them.”

“They’re not worthy, though.” I shrugged thinking about the next move. “I could talk to him but it seems a waste of time and money.”

Frances paused and looked at me waiting for my move. “Shut up and go talk to the bear!” She looked at the red dress I was wearing and smirked. “Looking at you he will forget about Olmo for tonight!”

I laughed and adjusted the dress before positioning myself in front of the door. “Count to seven and then kill him if I drink from the red glass.” I looked at her smirking. “You know the rules.”

Walking through the crowd I was perfectly invisible. Maybe only two or three people were curious about this mysterious woman whose eyes never met the others for a second or two. Who’s the woman? Probably another waitress. No men around her, no women glaring at her, no precious jewels on. She was a copy of the other girls around the room.

Ginger’s eyes met mine and she excused herself before I took her place behind the counter. Usually the people wanted to sit on the different little tables around the room. I learned that the only men who decided to sit in front of the counter while the tables were free were dangerous. And Alfie Solomons in that moment was the only man sitting in front of the counter talking to another young man, who had the habit to glance a little too much at Ginger.

“Alfie Solomons.” I said the name of the man in front of me. He was too worried about the different scenarios that were taking place in the room to think about the bartender, but strangely my voice caught his attention.

“Do I know you?” His eyes observed every inch of my body, studying me as if he was trying to tell if I was a problem. “Right, doll, you have a wonderful pair of eyes. I would have remembered them!”

I scoffed and slightly laughed. “Two other men told me the same thing tonight, Mr. Solomons.” I smirked. “But sadly I’m not here to accept complements.”

“Two other men? Well, I’m probably the only man who meant it.” Alfie’s eyes never left me alone. “Right, doll, why are you here?”

I looked away from Alfie for a second observing a smiling Molly talking to a man and smirked. “You want to talk to Olmo, Mr. Solomons, right?” The nod coming from the man in front of me made me continue. “Well, I’m his shadow. First you have to talk to me.”

Alfie looked stunned for a second before motioning to the younger man to leave him alone. His eyes then came back to me. “If you’re his shadow then I want you to tell him that I have to talk to him about business.”

“Business?” I narrowed my eyes as I thought about the words. “What kind of business?”

Alfie sighed and came closer to me. Between us there was only the counter. “I produce rum, doll, y’know?” He was deadly serious while talking about his job. “I may not be a saint but the rum is great and I think people here would love to drink my rum.”

I repeated in my mind all of the previous words. Rum. “Rum?” I looked curiously at Mr. Solomons. “You talk about rum as if it was the key to paradise.”

“Isn’t it, doll?” He paused and then continued after another look at the people around us. “Obviously Mr. Olmo can propose something too.”

“Usually Olmo isn’t the type of man who tells the others what he wants.” I shook my head frowning. “You should propose.”

Alfie Solomons had to take a pause thinking about what was the best thing to do. “I don’t talk to bartenders as if they were the fucking owners, doll.” He smirked and looked around him. “Where’s Olmo?”

“You want to meet him.” I stated looking at Frances who was in a corner of the bar and making her come to the counter. “Well, your offer is interesting. But you should pay attention to the words you use, you offended me.” When Frances arrived next to Alfie Solomons I smiled. “Frances, take Mr. Solomons to the Red Room, I’ll call Olmo.”

“You know, doll, you’re a great shadow!” Alfie stood up and started following Frances. “But cover your eyes, they keep distracting me.”

Making Alfie Solomons wait for a nonexistent man wasn’t the best choice, but looking for a way out of the situation started getting difficult. If people wanted to meet Olmo there was always my cousin, James, who came to London from a nearby little town. He had a boring job and he was thrilled to meet mob leaders presenting himself as Olmo. But James wasn’t here and I was too tempted to talk to Alfie Solomons as Olmo. A woman and a mob leader. What was I thinking about when I told him to meet Olmo? Suicide?

And that was when - completely taken by a panic attack - I was hiding in the girls changing room out of breath and looking for a solution. Then a long black coat caught my attention. It was hidden in the corner of the room, covered by different accessories, but in my mind it represented the way out of the trouble. Hiding myself covered by the long black coat and with a wide Chinese folding fan in front of my face, walking behind Alfie’s chair and faking a deep voice seemed like a great idea!

“What are you doing?” Frances told me in front of my office’s door. “It’s a stupid plan, Y/N.”

And she was right. But I was desperate to impress Alfie Solomons and I wanted him to talk to the mob leader and not the bartender.

When I entered the office, Alfie Solomons was on the chair in front of the table. The folding fan was still in front of me and the heels I had on before were given to a laughing Frances.

“You must be Olmo.” Alfie’s voice was strong and he didn’t turn around to look at me. “I hope that pretty doll told you about the fucking offer, right?”

Talking as a man wasn’t an easy option so I simply mumbled with the deepest voice I could have done. And if Alfie Solomons continued to talk then I was happy with that. “So I offer you the rum, right, and you could offer me something interesting that I don’t already have.”

Hearing the sound of the chair against the floor and a pair of shoes walking gave me a heart attack. He was already looking at the worst mob leader of the world. Not a woman, not a man nor a human being. I was the pathetic result of years of independence mixed with a single meeting with a special man. I became the little girl who used to hide behind her mother’s legs.

“Y’know, Olmo, whenever I talk to someone I’m used to observe their eyes.” Alfie was closer, maybe three meters away from me. “Maybe you, right, could help me doing it by removing the fan.”

I don’t know if it was the anger or the embarrassment or the brain, but my hands removed the fan by showing just my eyes. Not a single soul could have interrupted the moment. Alfie Solomons wasn’t shocked nor angry. His breath was normal and his eyes were kind. The ghost of a smirk was visible.

“Olmo.” He said coming closer to me. “I’d know those eyes and that perfume anywhere, doll.”

“You meant it.” I whispered removing completely the fan and leaving the coat on the floor.

“Now, I’m confused.” He mumbled scratching his beard. “Where is Olmo?”

“There’s no Olmo, Mr. Solomons.” I shrugged looking at my feet as if I was a little girl in front of her parents after a terrible mistake. “I’m Olmo. I’m the mob leader.”

Alfie Solomons was staring silently at me. “Right, doll, you could have fucking told me before.” He said taking the coat. “Now, I won’t take my offer back so can I fucking talk to the person who owns this place?” He frowned before continuing. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

I looked at Alfie’s eyes. He didn’t care if I was a woman leading an empire. He saw me as Y/N. And that was the beginning of a deep and dangerous relationship.

[murderadawrote]

Even though I need to add two more things to my masterlist, you can still request whatever you want in this post!

requests open!

I decided that it’s time to open my requests so you can actuall request an imagine/one shot/headcanon for these Peaky Blinders’ characters:

• Tommy Shelby;

• John Shelby;

• Arthur Shelby;

• Finn Shelby;

• Alfie Solomons;

• Luca Changretta;

• Isaiah Jesus;

• Michael Gray;

And if I forgot someone please tell me in dm.

I want to add that you can request here and you can find my masterlist here.

[murderadawrote]

heyy,I wish if you could do an oneshot where Tommy, John and Arthur go to Alfie's house to tallk about business and find a pregnant young woman sleeping on the couch and get confused. It's Alfie's wife he doesn't tell anyone about her. (John being John and comenting about her breast and alfie threatening him)

A/N: first of all, I’m sorry I’m late but a lot happened recently and I kind of lost the inspiration I had for two days; however, here is the one shot and I hope you like it!🥰

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john shelby must apologize | alfie solomons;

summary: spending a day with alfie while he’s working isn’t the ideal way to spend your time, but when Y/N hears three pair of shoes next to the room in which she’s sleeping, she’s sure she won’t be bored anymore;

warnings: swearing, pregnancy (it isn’t a warning but yeah), slightly death treats;

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"I don't know, Alfie."

"You don't know what, love?" Alfie asks with his raspy morning voice. "What is it now?"

"You say that I'm not fat-" I start caressing the soft blanket of our bed.

"And?" He turns around looking at me.

"I am fat." My voice is higher than before as I look at him. "There is no point in telling a lie..."

This morning me and Alfie woke up early. It was an incredible moment. Usually he's the one who wakes up early leaving me with a kiss to go to work. I'm the one sleeping and carrying the heir of the whole empire Alfie created. Being his wife and the future mother of his child feels absolutely tiring and beautiful at the same time. So when this morning we both woke up at the same time, we decided to spend our free time together talking about the baby or simply enjoying each other's company.

"You're pregnant, right, love." Alfie sits on the bed, shirtless and looking like a beast. "That's the most important thing you need to remember, right?"

"No." I shake my head looking at his closed eyes and relaxed posture. "I shouldn't get fat while you go out and live your life."

"The last time I checked, right, I still lived here." Alfie answers in the same position. "Are you tired, love?"

"Yes." I mumble looking at the sky out of the window next to Alfie's side. "And I feel like an elephant."

"An elephant." Alfie repeats smirking.

"Yes, Alfie. An elephant." I exclaim exhausted. "And my boobs are huge!"

Alfie suddenly wakes up and looks at me interested. "Now, this is an interesting topic!"

"Not really." I shrug sighing. "I just look at my reflection whenever I'm in front of a mirror and in my mind there's this evil voice that says 'you're an elephant'. At first it wasn't that bad but now I start believing it."

He sighs and I stare at his chest. His beautiful and toned chest, the one only a bear or a mercenary could have. I'm always awed by the way his chest would rise and fall whenever he breaths or talks or simply gets angry. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I hug him putting my arms around him; my head on his chest. I could hear everything if only I wanted to. At first I would hear his strong heart beating; then his emotions would talk to me, telling secrets only Alfie Solomons could hide with such grace; in the end, the warmth of his love would hug me, protecting me from the rest of the world. It's amazing how one single part of the human body could say all of these things!

"You're not an elephant, love." He slightly touches my round stomach. "And if someone tells you that then they're dead people for me."

He kisses me and goes to the bathroom to get ready for work. "Honestly, Alfie, you work too much." I stand up looking at him washing his face. "Sometimes I would love to spend the day with you here at home doing absolutely nothing."

Alfie looks at me through the little bathroom mirror. "One day, maybe, love." He mumbles adjusting his hair. "Not today."

"Not today, uh?" I narrow my eyes staring at him. "Well, you're wrong. I'm coming with you." I leave him in the bathroom to look for something appropriate to wear.

I hear him groaning from my place in front of the mirror. "Right, love, you can forget about it." He looks at me with those eyes I'm used to love and adore, but not now. "It's dangerous."

I scoff at his words and look at him with my hands on the hips. "I married Alfie Solomons, right? There's nothing that could scare me or kill me if I have you next to me, right?"

I don't know if the words were really that convincing or if Alfie Solomons simply didn't want to argue in that moment, but the moment he sighed and shook his head I knew that it would have been an interesting day.

"Close the door, Alfie." I say standing behind him, Cyril next to me. "You know what happened the last time when-"

"Do I look like a fucking idiot, love?" He always has to reply. That's something Alfie does daily.

"I don't know, Alfie, do you?" I frown trying not to laugh, then I gently move his head towards me examining it. "Let me see that pretty face..."

"You're right, love, I'm an idiot." He takes my hand and begins walking towards the car. "I have to be a fucking idiot if I married a woman like you."

"Now, you were supposed to say you're an idiot because you love me." I smile shaking my head. "We'll work on it, Alfie!"

The thing about staying in a room with Alfie while he's working is that he acts like the gangster he is. No cuddles, no sweet words, no kisses. He always had to keep up the image people have of Alfie Solomons. A brute, a beast, the product of years full of hard work and illegal activities. Alfie Solomons doesn't want you to look at him and think that maybe he's human. And just going to the bakery with him was something to hide. Alfie Solomons doesn't want you to think he has a wife and a baby simply because that means he has a heart.

I tried to stay still while he did his job. No words, no kisses, no hugs. I know the rules and it's impossible to forget them. However, if there's a pregnant woman who's bored because her husband keeps ignoring her, the woman must break the rules. So I looked at him a few times trying to catch his attention; I walked in front of him five times in the little room; I talked to him about what Cyril did the day before - adding a lie or two to see if he was actually listening to me. But nothing. Alfie Solomons doesn't want to break the rules. That's probably when I fell asleep.

However, I felt something wasn't right. Alfie was too calm and Ollie was too nervous. In my mind something told me I was missing a thing or two. I was waking up, still with my eyes closed and comfortable on the couch in the room next to Alfie's, when I heard the sound of three pair of shoes walking inside Alfie's office. It didn't take me a lot to recognize the accent, the voices and the vocabulary. Thomas Shelby and his brothers were here and that explained a lot of things. Probably opening my eyes and catching the three of them looking at me and asking questions wasn't the best option, so I simply listened to their conversations.

"Arthur!" One of them - probably John Shelby - was in front of the open door, quietly observing me. "Have you seen the woman?"

Arthur didn't answer the question and John continued without even thinking about who he was talking about. "You don't see a pair of tits like these everyday, uh?"

"Maybe it's better if the two of you shut the fuck up." I recognized Thomas Shelby's voice. "If she's here there's a reason. You won't-"

I wanted to listen to the whole conversation. Tommy Shelby defending me was undeniably the best thing that could have happened this day. However, Alfie interrupted the conversation from his office. His voice boomed in the whole building and I felt safe.

Now, Tommy Shelby defending me was strange but the fact that I'm sitting on the couch looking at some letters and I hear his voice makes me think about something even stranger. He's the first to talk, simply standing in front of the door looking curiously at me.

"Your husband, Mrs. Solomons, is a real beast." His eyes never leaves me, staring directly at my soul.

"It may be so." I leave the letters next to me and stand tall. "But at least he knows not to judge a lady, right Mr. Shelby?"

I think I see the ghost of a smirk. "John Shelby." He looks at me while talking to his brother. "Apologize."

John Shelby doesn't want to apologise and would love to tell me to fuck off. I read it in the way he looks between me and his brother, slightly frowning. "But Tommy-"

"What did Alfie tell you, boy?" Tommy whispers the words but I can still hear them. Alfie knows. "Now, apologize."

The fact that John Shelby actually apologised makes me think about the power Tommy Shelby has on his two brothers. He could have said to kill themselves for Alfie's wife and they would have done it without even blinking. After John says the magical words, they leave and I have the terrible feeling Tommy Shelby will always remember about this meeting.

"Alfie?"

Alfie Solomons is finally ready to take me home. And I'm ready to go to sleep and never come back to the bakery again. The entire day tired me up, making me feel useless and bored.

"What, love?" He mumbles probably tired.

"What did you tell that boy?" I look at him searching for the words he actually told John Shelby. "Tell me the truth."

Alfie looks out of the car's window. He doesn't want to answer and I wouldn't even care, but if Tommy Shelby has to be respectful of me and mentioned Alfie then I needed to know.

"Sometimes, love, men are pigs." Alfie sighs and then continues. "While I respect Thomas Shelby, right, his fucking brothers are a different story. No Shelby - no fucking gypsy - disrespects my wife, the mother of my child and the only woman I care about! John Shelby, right, was ready to tell me to fuck off, but I looked at Tommy and told him to leave my woman alone or the Shelbys would have had one more problem and one less helper."

[murderadawrote]

meeting polly for the first time | michael gray [headcanon];

warnings: fluff and really nothing else;

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• Michael is absolutely ready for the meeting with his mother;

• However, you're shaking;

• Everybody told you from the first day that Polly Shelby was a strong woman, maybe a little too much for a nice girl like you;

• Michael is there to tell you that everything will be amazing, but you're still afraid;

• You already know Ada and the rest of the family and she gave you some advices;

• “Don’t lie.” Ada explained to you. “She already knows if you’re a liar. She knows everything.”;

• The night before the meeting you couldn’t sleep, even though Michael had you in his arms;

• “Why aren’t you sleeping?”;

• “I’m afraid.”;

• He keeps telling you he doesn’t care if his mother doesn’t like you ‘cause he sincerely loves you;

• When you meet Polly for the first time she doesn’t smile. She’s a protective woman and you can understand it, but you’re slightly shaking;

• However, after some questions Polly understands you love Michael;

• “Are you two thinking about marriage?”;

• You and Michael are actually shocked ‘cause this woman starts talking about marriage and babies and you two are still embarrassed to kiss in front of his family;

• When Polly accepts the relationship between the two of you, his cousins treat you as if you’re already part of the family;

• “Do I know your mother?” Polly asks you curious. “I should invite her here!”

• You and Michael go back home satisfied, happy and tired;

• “Please, don’t listen to my mother.” Michael tells you while you’re ready to sleep in your bed. “She’s just excited to have someone like you in the family!”

• “Like me?”;

• “You’re a real queen.” He sighs closing his eyes. “She probably sees a young version of herself when she’s in front of you.”;

• And feeling accepted by his family - mostly by Polly - is wonderful.

[murderadawrote]

requests open!

I decided that it’s time to open my requests so you can actuall request an imagine/one shot/headcanon for these Peaky Blinders’ characters:

• Tommy Shelby;

• John Shelby;

• Arthur Shelby;

• Finn Shelby;

• Alfie Solomons;

• Luca Changretta;

• Isaiah Jesus;

• Michael Gray;

And if I forgot someone please tell me in dm.

I want to add that you can request here and you can find my masterlist here.

[murderadawrote]

margate | alfie solomons;

plot: Y/N reflects on that moment when Alfie told her about them beginning a new life in Margate and she feels that it wasn’t a bad decision after all;

warnings: language, mention of sexual content, fluff;

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I used to measure the time of the day looking out of the living room's windows. In the part of London me and Alfie used to live in it was easy to know the time just by observing what happened outside.

First there was Mrs. Callahan - an old widow with three sons - who took care of her wonderful little garden. She loved to talk to me about her beautiful red roses and when it was Spring she was kind enough to send some of them to me "for the beautiful house you have, my dear". And that happened in the morning.

Then, there was Bobby Flatch who lived alone with his two cats. He always had kind words to say to me, but when his eyes met Alfie's he was so afraid that he began to shake and ran away. Alfie had that effect. However, Bobby Flatch learnt that Alfie was never at home in the early afternoon so that was the perfect moment to have his short walk through the main street.

At the end of the day, Alfie was the last one to come home. He used to work hard and you could actually notice his tired eyes and bad mood. Alfie was never the type to come back home with a big smile and a lot of pretty words. I was used to his constant bad mood and his sarcastic comments and that was Alfie for me.

Alfie used to come back home, kiss me, eat and then go to sleep. And I was fine with that, even though once in a while I wanted attention.

"Right, doll, you need to be patient." He used to say before falling asleep. "I just need to finish a thing or two with those Shelbys, right, and then I'll buy you a big house so that we can live the married life."

We weren't married and I knew he was just joking. The married life was something me and Alfie never talked about and if someone asked us then we were just too stubborn to marry each other.

"She would kill me." Alfie used to say to someone right in front of me. "She's a beauty and a killer at the same time, isn't she?"

However, one day he came back home and told me to prepare myself. He had something in his mind, something big. I knew what he had to do was done and Ollie told me that Alfie was a changed man, talking about having a family and get married. Not my Alfie, I was sure of it.

"Prepare? I need to prepare myself?" I was curious at first and Ollie's words kept torturing my thoughts. "What is your plan, Alfie?"

"Plan?" Alfie was trying to be surprised but his eyes kept telling me something else. "'Cause I need a plan to take you somewhere, don't I?"

"Who's dead?" I asked him suspicious. "I need an explanation or my pretty ass won't move from this house."

Alfie took some minutes to think about the right words to tell me. I knew him too well and the fact he was excited for something actually made me believe that he was a changed man.

"I have a house in Margate." Alfie explained sighing. "I'm taking you there."

"Why?" I eyed him suspiciously waiting a moment or two. "What did you do?"

The reality was that Alfie wanted to spend his life with me and that didn't need an explanation. His eyes told me the truth and I simply moved my pretty ass and left London with Alfie.

The fact that the house in Margate was huge and beautiful and it made me think about a whole family living in it in the future was what convinced me to stay. There was no Mrs. Callahan nor Bobby Flatch and Alfie didn't have to work. Life was slow and sometimes time stopped. Margate was simply perfect for me and Alfie.

"What are you doing, doll?" Alfie's voice is rough. "Looking for a mermaid, aren't you?"

When we first arrived in Margate I wasn't used to the huge bed and the sound of the sea. It was something strange so when I can't sleep - mostly when Alfie is still in his private studio writing some letters or reading a book - I look at the scene in front of the huge balcony. Life in Margate is calm.

"Not really." I sigh and look at him. "I can't sleep without you."

His strong arms instantly protect me from the imaginary enemy he sees next to us. He always has to touch me, feel some kind of contact between the two of us.

"I was thinking about what you told me yesterday." I look back at the sea hearing the soft sound of it. "We could invite a friend or two here."

"We don't have friends." Alfie mumbles while looking at the sea. "And I said that this house is big not that we should invite the whole fucking England."

I sigh caressing his strong hands. "Well, we only have friends to invite." A joke comes to my mind. "Or did you take your mistresses with you?"

"No, love." He seems serious but I know him too well. "The only people who spent time with me are Ollie and Tommy Shelby. However, they aren't as kind and wonderful as you, doll."

I laugh and turn around hugging him. "We could have some babies to make this house happier." I look into his eyes. "I mean, if Tommy Shelby has the right to make a heir then you should too, right?"

Alfie looks at the sea behind me thinking about my words. "You want a baby." It's not a question, it's more like a statement. "Well, you can't do this on your own..."

His words are unexpected. I was ready for him to laugh or change the topic. His words makes me think that maybe Ollie was right. Alfie Solomons is a new person. No dead people found in the house or near it; the only thing I should be worried about while sleeping is Cyril finding a way to go outside without me or Alfie; the air is fresh and my smile is brighter. Alfie made the right decision.

"Right, doll, if you want a baby or two or a fucking football club then I should take care of it." Alfie slowly holds my hand and takes me to our bedroom. "I recently found out that Margate is a nice place to conceive." Alfie closes the balcony's door and looks at me, still and completely in love with the man in front of me. "Let's give Tommy Shelby, right, another Solomons to talk about."

And while the wind is blowing, the salt water is cold and Cyril looks out of the window, Alfie Solomons never fails to make me feel loved.

[murderadawrote]

waking up next to thomas shelby | headcanon;

warnings: swearing, fluffy;

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• Tommy Shelby doesn’t let strangers wake up next to him;

• You know him well and if he lets you stay and feels comfortable next to you then you’re important;

• The reason why you fell asleep in that bed could be a rough night working or - as I like it better - you were actually babysitting Charlie and Tommy came back home looking like shit;

• “What the fuck happened?”

• He’s shocked you’re still awake but glad at the same time ‘cause he would love some kind of attention, even if you keep insulting him and his behaviour;

• “You’re not a twenty year old boy, Tommy.”

• “I wish I was twenty, love.”

• You probably fell asleep while talking to him in the living room;

• He might be a gangster, but Tommy Shelby would never leave you sleeping on an uncomfortable couch;

• Even if he feels like shit, sleeping next to you makes him feel better;

• He probably thinks about Grace but he knows you know him well and knew Grace well too so he felt like Grace would have loved him to be happy with a woman like you;

• “If something ever happens to me...” That’s what Grace once told you the day of her wedding. “Take care of Charlie and Tommy for me, please.”

• And you do that everyday. You obviously don’t do it because of her asking you, but you feel a Shelby... you are family;

• When you wake up, Tommy is still asleep;

• Strangely enough he’s shirtless and this gives you the opportunity to observe him without feeling ashamed;

• He looks like an angel while sleeping;

• You never see him calm or relaxed or simply not nervous about someone who wants to kill his family and friends, and this moment makes you understand that at the end of the day Thomas Shelby is still a human;

• However, the moment has to end and he wakes up;

• The two of you actually look at each other’s eyes studying the next move;

• You expect him to take his clothes and leave you there, but he simply smiles and makes a joke, probably trying to make you feel better about the whole situation;

• “What a night, uh?” He’s serious at first. “You’re probably the first woman I sleep with without being completely naked.”;

• This is it. This single joke makes you chuckle and he does the same;

• At one point, when there’s silence, he just lends you his hand and slightly smiles;

• “Hi, I’m Thomas Shelby.”;

• When your hand touches his, you feel he’s doing all of this to start all over again;

• Then the two of you start dressing up and waking Charlie up;

• After that moment you and Thomas Shelby start considering each other as more than simple friends;

• And whenever your eyes meet, memories of that morning are inevitable.

[murderadawrote]

the importance of being a shelby | alfie solomons/shelby sister;

plot: Y/N thinks about the moments in which she forgot she was a Shelby, from the meeting with Alfie, her future husband, to the late night’s talks with her brother Tommy;

warnings: it’s really nostalgic and I wanted to cry writing it;

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The day I forgot I was a Shelby. My deepest nightmare and yet my precious secret.

I could clearly remember when Aunt Polly used to take me with her buying what the family needed to eat in the evening. I was just a little girl, my soft and pale cheeks becoming slightly red whenever someone made a compliment directed to me. And Polly looked at me, her eyes proud and ready to say something.

“She’s a Shelby.” Usually she kept her eyes on me while my eyes were twinkling. “Her name says a lot.” And that was true.

When the three kings of the family came back home from war, I was grown up. Not a little girl anymore, but a young woman. Still younger than Ada but older than Finn; I used to think that being older than someone gives you a lot of power and when you’re an eighteen year old girl and your surname is Shelby, then you feel a sort of queen. But I forgot there are different kinds of power.

“What happened to my little sister?”

These were the words Tommy once told me. One night I decided to go out without telling anyone because I was so worried about my life that being a Shelby wasn’t that important to me. And when Tommy noticed that I wasn’t sleeping in my bed, he patiently waited for me. He didn’t order Arthur to find me; he didn’t tell Polly I wasn’t sleeping; he didn’t ask for the name of the boy I was with. He just sat in front of the table, waiting and drinking. And when I came back and I found him, he slightly smiled at me and that night I kept thinking about his eyes, his tired and a little teary eyes.

“Times are changing.” He whispered looking at his glass. “Don’t forget you’re a Shelby.”

And he went to sleep.

Growing up, after all the years spent observing the world that was slowly changing, I found out that the name Shelby was too dangerous for a girl like a me. No, not a girl. I was a woman. And as the woman I liked to think I was, I changed my life and firstly my city.

Ada was the first to move out of the city we grew up in. Obviously her reasons were different and she had a son to think about. And when one night I came back home from a tiring day, I found Tommy. He was casually drinking a cup of tea and that single gesture made me think about the night I was eighteen and didn’t know about the weight of our names. So I started a conversation that had no ending.

“You want to go away?” Tommy wasn’t screaming nor nervous. “Where?”

“London.”

“Why?” His eyes kept looking for something in me that could tell him I was lying.

“I-I want to live a different life.” I observed him before continuing. “Thinking about my future ten years ago I would have loved a nice house ready to host all of our little families. But I guess I forgot I am a Shelby...”

And it was a question of time for me to live in London. Ready to start a different life. Just like Ada and Karl. However, I forgot I was a Shelby even when during a storm on a Friday night I met one man, the man.

“Are you gonna spend the rest of the night under the rain, love?”

I was actually looking at the sky waiting for my friend’s car. The night was spent between drinks and dances and heartbreaks, but I kept telling myself I was a Shelby. It was raining and I was totally happy. Maybe the drinks gave me that effect, but I didn’t care. My short red dress was completely wet, just like my hair. I was waiting for something, maybe someone... maybe anyone. And then a man - more like a bear if you ask me - caught my attention.

“I’m sorry?” I wasn’t completely aware of the situation at the time, but I was totally sure that I was forgetting I was Shelby. “I’m Y/N.” Thinking about it now I’m sure the five drinks I had were speaking. “Don’t ask for the surname.”

The man was beautiful. I could have looked at him for hours and still be surprised that a man so beautiful existed. He was probably waiting for his car ‘cause nobody makes conversation with a woman who keeps looking at the sky. But he had something different and I liked it.

“I’m Alfie.” After these words he gave me his warm coat. “I won’t tell you my surname if you don’t tell me yours, doll.”

“I’m fine with that.” His coat gave me a strange feeling, like being back home with a cooked meal and a great book ready for you. “Surnames aren’t important.”

“Right, we live in a world in which women can think anything without being judged, doll.” Alfie shrugged and looked at me. “You can be the fucking Queen of England and I would be still here talking to you.”

That was the day I forgot I was a Shelby. And that happened everyday spent with Alfie. His surname was Solomons, but he told me it wasn’t important. When he found out about me being a Shelby, I saw in his eyes how he was thinking about the first time we met. But he still told me it wasn’t important. The relationship between us continued for years.

I forgot I was a Shelby when I was in front of Tommy, behind me only Alfie. In my mind I was already a woman, the product of years spent living in London and reading books and learning from my mistakes. In my mind - maybe it’s correct to say in the corner of my mind - I was becoming a Solomons. I guess everybody knew that. When I came back home that last time and took Alfie to our family reunion, not a single soul was shocked. They already knew from the way he was so protective; the way my eyes kept looking at Tommy for an emotion; the way my left hand was shaking and not because of the huge ring on one of my fingers.

That was the last moment I thought about me as a Shelby. Alfie promised me a new life, away from the rest of the world. He promised me a family, happiness and sunny days. And if even once the rain had to ruin everything, he was ready to look at the sky with me. I felt loved.

However, after two years spent with Alfie, I found out I was pregnant. Happiness was the right word, but then I kept thinking about my family. Sometimes you hate the family you were born in, but you never forget about it. You can’t forget about your origins. At the end of the day you forget about the words and the screams and the bad moments, but all you need is a smile or a joke to be happy again. And that was the moment I knew that if there was a baby inside of me, he or she had to know that he (or she) was a Shelby and will always be.

The day I came back home looking for someone to tell the news, I found Tommy. He was in the same spot I remember him being when I was eighteen. Nothing changed. Maybe one or two babies, a couple of women and multiple deaths, but my brother Thomas Shelby was still there looking like the man I wanted to marry when I was five.

“Look at you.” For the first time in years he had the opportunity to look at me. “What happened to my little sister?”

I simply shrugged, maybe too afraid to move in a place I used to call home. “I guess...” One single tear was visible on my cheek, but I was totally happy. “I guess I forgot I was a Shelby.”

[murderadawrote]

dating alfie solomons | headcanon;

warnings: swearing, mention of sex;

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• Alfie isn't the best person to consider for a relationship but it happens suddenly and then the both of you are dating;

• The first date would probably be him taking you with his car in a little restaurant;

• "I should have never taken you here, doll." and "Alright, let's go in a place where men won't stare at your beauty.";

• Alfie holding your hand whenever you and him are alone;

• Hugging him from behind and smiling ‘cause let's admit it, he's a big bear;

• Him sending you flowers and when you want to thank him he just says Ollie made him do it but you know he doesn't want to seem weak;

• "Should I thank Ollie for the flowers in my bed tonight then?" and him glaring at you but he knows you're only joking;

• Eventually sleeping together because there is attraction and there is passion and this is all so evident in your sex life;

• Sex is good but just imagine after sex, that is something else;

• "I mean, sex is great but..."

• "You can't tell me you prefer the moment after!"

• "Alfie, I live for the moment after sex!"

• You admiring him whenever he doesn't wear a shirt and he knows you're staring;

• "Alfie, you're just like a tree..."

• "Didn't know trees could make you feel so good, doll!"

• Alfie is a pig but he respects women and mostly he respects you;

• In his eyes you're a goddess, beautiful and intelligent;

• Eventually sharing his house cause it's like a whole marriage without the ring;

• Him returning at home late and finding you asleep on the couch next to your three dogs;

• Him taking you to bed even though his back hurts so bad;

• "Where are you taking me?"

• "Just sleep, love."

• I feel like Alfie would be domestic with the woman of his life, just loving to spend those few hours at home in the best way possible;

• "Alfie, would you like a bath?"

• "Only if you are with me."

• Taking long baths together talking about your days, mostly you talking and him listening to you with his eyes closed;

• Giving him massages when he's at home cause - as he says - "sex, work and dogs are my problems.";

• You telling him the real problem is that he's an old man;

• "I'm not an old man! When you'll give me five children and we'll live in a bigger house then you can call me an old man!";

• He never talks about marriage but he wants to spend the rest of his life with you;

• He talked about having a baby only once and it was when some gangster told him he needed an heir;

• He actually doesn't want an heir, he wants to see you as the mother of his child;

• The both of you finding out you're pregnant and him telling you to wear a pretty dress so he could marry you that same day;

• Getting married and actually being proud to be a Solomons;

• Marriage doesn't change anything cause you were already living a married life but now you're officially married;

• Deciding that this child could be whatever he wants because Alfie doesn't want to force him to become a gangster.