#Arthur Shelby coded

[call-sign-shark]

There are the other Ocs paired with Arthur, usually sweet and caring. And there’s ✨H E R ✨

They are your local murder couple

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Alfie noticing that guys who are way younger than him (like Michael? John?) having a thing for reader, who is close to age to these young gentlemen but has only eyes for ol' man Alfie? Thoughts?

Near Deadly Sin

Alfie Solomons x F!Reader; fluff

AN: IM BAAAAACCCCKKK hello my loves it’s taking me forever to write again but I’m glad to be back. I miss you all and hope you all are doing well!!! MUAH - Mo

No. No this acidic flame burning between his ribs is not jealousy.

Not at all.

The embers stoked in his chest. The flames licking up his neck and around his ears. These are normal… manly… sensible reactions.

Alfie had been invited for ‘drinks’ with the Shelbys. He had refused adamantly, and was only coerced upon your promise to accompany him and to never. leave. his. sight. As if you would ever be far from him or out of his thunderous gaze. But as he is sitting across from Thomas and Arthur and Polly, he is regretting ever bringing you near this nonsense. This den of wolves and snakes. The murmurs of Thomas faded like the crackle of a radio as he focused in on John Shelby’s lustful gaze over you. With every sweep of his young and unbridled eyes and suck of his teeth, Alfie became more and more enraged. Not that you noticed. You didn’t notice John’s roving eyes or the quickening pulse of your husband next to you. You were content sipping the tea Polly served, making quiet conversation with Ada in the corner, holding a babbling Karl.

Alfie knew there was supposed to be a deal or something tonight. Or maybe an update on a job. Or something. It didn’t matter. Fuck the business. Fuck the Shelbys. Fuck John Shelby. Fuck it all. Standing quickly, pushing through the screaming pain of his back, Alfie grunts, “Darling get your coat. We’re done here.”

Your head spun, “Meyn Likht?”

“Up. Coat. Now. Cyril needs us.”

You press your lips in a firm line. Holding back your tongue from lashing at him for his impromptu exit. You knew what he actually meant. Thinking of Cyril was his code for indicating murderous intent that needed to be snuffed out immediately. You watch Alfie as you slip on your coat, going to Thomas to whisper something just out of your reach. Had you heard him, you would have heard the volcanic timber of his voice promise, “You control that little brother of yours Tommy yeah? It’s against holy law to look at another man’s wife like he been doing. Will have to go back to Mosaic law if he don’t shape up.”

With heavy stomps he approaches John, who is trying yet failing to keep a stone expression. “You keep them eyes to yourself little boy. Or someone may just take ‘em from you.”

“Darling? Cyril needs to be let out and will not wait for you!”

With a firm pat on the cheek Alfie turned away, gripping your waist firmly, hand as hot as a brand on the skin under your dress.

-

It’s late now, Alfie is fuming under the crisp sheets and thick quilts layered living on the soft bed. He’s pretending to read. Putting on his glasses and taking them back off again to stare at the ceiling. You emerge from the bathroom, face flush from the hot water, and hair pulled away from your bare shoulders. Arms crossed across your chest, you sit on Alfie’s side of the bed, “You want to talk about it like a grown up now?”

He huffs and shifts lower into the bed, as if to hide from you. With a shrug you walk back to your side, shuffling your sock feet across. You crawl back in bed, back to Alfie to let him fume. It was better than fighting with him to get him to share his feelings.

“He was looking at you.”

“Well Karl is a baby darling.”

“Not Karl! John fucking Shelby! Little bastard was undressing you with his eyes! And you said nothing!”

Ah… there it was.

You let yourself sit up to look at your husband’s face. Folded up into himself, glasses precariously balanced on his nose, cheeks ruddy from rage. Jealousy was his greatest sin and vice. Bigger than rage. Bigger than his love of rum. He was an only child and as such he grew into a man who did not like to share. Not even your image. You curled up next to him, like a cat preening for attention. “Meyn Likht… I didn’t even see him. You shouldn’t be jealous of a figure of vapor.”

“What you don’t notice the… the young men just staring at you? Gapped mouths like dead fish?”

“Those children?” You hum, gently kissing his scruffy jaw and temple.

“Those… men closer in age… to you.”

With that you crawl into his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Darling… what could I do with those men? I’d break them.”

“Break them?” He chuckles, gripping you tighter.

“They’re too soft. Too pretty. No. I like my men… rougher… more sturdy… someone who can stand strong and not worry about their pretty face getting dirty. I like my old man.”

“Do you now?”

“Love him even. Deliriously in love with him. Couldn’t live without him.”

Before you could take another breath, he was on you, kissing all over your face, tickling you with his rough beard and mustache. “Good Lord woman you make me feel 20 again.”

[greatlydelirious]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞

Peaky Blinders x F!Reader

What [blank] Dicks Look Like Masterlist

summary: “An extremely detailed description of different Peaky Blinders dicks.” Hex Color Codes, predictions of exact measurements, what sex would be like; basically, I went crazy with it once again.

warnings: pure debauchery, very much my own opinion

Arthur Shelby:

Height - 5′ 9″ (1.75m)

Body Type - Lean, Taut Muscles 

Tip - #EEA091

Shaft - #FACCB0

Length - 6.4in (16.25cm)

Girth - 5.8in (14.73cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed, one especially sensitive, one especially thick vein on the topside of his shaft near the base. Low balls.

Arthur has very well-rounded sex appeal. His cock is the perfect length, thickness, and a pretty color; he’s a nice height and his build is strong enough to carry you while also being a sight for soar eyes. This old dog has the stamina of a young man. Which in his case is a blessing and a curse because of all the trouble he gets himself into. 

When Arthur first saw you, it was like an angel came down from the heavens to grace him with its presence. He’s the type of man to think you can fix him and maybe you can. Not in all aspects but some. Arthur will always be boiling with violence and anger but the aura you give off when you’re around him calms his wild soul.

Say what you will, when Arthur falls in love with you, he falls IN LOVE with you. No more whores and still some but significantly less snow. Although he will need a good bit of convincing to stay home with you and not go out to the pub. The best tactic is to use your puppy eyes and pretty pout while wearing one of your thin nightgowns. Gets Arthur to his knees every time without fail.

He doesn’t necessarily have a daddy kink, but he has a thing for showering you with affection and whispering sweet words through his gruff voice.

“Come on sweetheart. Let good ol’ Arthur treat that pretty pussy of yours.”

Definitely loves eating you out the most. Arthur will always have a seat reserved for you on his face. His mustache tickles and his stubble gives a delicious bite that perfectly laces with the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled tongue. He moans into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Arthur tells you that you taste better than any liquor he’s ever drowned himself in.

Arthur has an unspoken praise kink. The way he groans and his cock throbs when you tell him how wonderful he makes you feel is all the evidence you need. All he wants to be is a good man. You have no problems with telling him as much. Especially he groans from deep in his chest and buries his face in your neck to leave sloppy kisses whenever you call him a “good boy”.

Despite his violent tendencies and strong emotions, Arthur will lavish you with sweetness. He may need extra reassurance, but how could you deny him when his favorite thing to do is sit by the fire with his head buried in your lap? (His second favorite thing to do is fuck you bent over the couch by the fire with his balls slapping your clit from the intensity of his thrusts.)

Tommy Shelby:

Height - 5′ 8″ (1.72m)

Body Type - Wide, Strong

Tip - #F5B2A8

Shaft - #FAD1BB

Length - 7.5in (19.05cm)

Girth - 5.2in (13.20cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, thin veins that are a deep purple on his shaft. Tilts upward, balls sit high.

Tommy Shelby is a possessive, all-consuming force of a man. He doesn’t just simply date you but owns your body and soul. Property. His property. It’s not as crude as it sounds when you put into perspective what he means by that single word. You’re his to take care of, nurture, own, and cherish. You’re not easily replaceable or easy to let go. Not that he ever would. The thought of another man laying a finger on you makes his jaw clench and blood boil.

Sometimes you like to test his patience and resolve though. Tommy leaves you by your lonesome for so long that you begin to become bratty. You’ll talk back, give him the cold shoulder, or even flirt with someone in his office. Big mistake.

“Need I remind you of your place? I have no qualms fuckin’ the attitude right out of you, love.”

Tommy will bend you over his lap in his office to deal out punishment. He doesn’t care that there are people outside and the door is unlocked, you need to learn that testing his patience never ends nicely for anybody (if you acquiesce fervently enough, you’re usually the exception).

Cock-warming under his desk and on his lap are his guiltiest pleasures. On more than one occasion Tommy has gone through a meeting with his huge cock stuffed down your throat. He doesn’t falter on a single word; even when drool slides down his shaft as you struggle to swallow around his thickness. The second the person leaves his hands dive into your hair to fuck your mouth. Other times when you keep whining about not getting enough attention Tommy will sit in his chair with you impaled on his cock while he works. It doesn’t matter how much you mewl for him to move. You’ll cum get to cum when he says you can.

“Good girl… take all of it. Such a lovely tight cunt.”

Tommy is the KING of dirty talk. The things he whispers huskily in your ear are absolutely filthy. He wants to make sure you know how much he wants you. Words, touches, and gifts are never lacking when you’re with Tommy. Anything is never too much for his girl.

He secretly loves when you take charge in and out of the bedroom. There’s an authoritative side of you that comes out in serious situations. The night Tommy saw you beat a man bloody for coming onto a woman who kept telling pushing the man away, he had no doubt in his mind that he loved you. Heated arguments end with Tommy on his back with you riding him with your hands wrapped around his neck. Sometimes he liked giving the burdens of control to someone else for at least a night.

Being with Tommy is dangerous, but the pros far outweigh the cons. Thankfully because of his reputation every single person in Birmingham knows better than to mess with you. The bolder few will quickly face the end of Tommy’s gun.

John Shelby:

Height - 5′ 11″ (1.80m)

Body Type - Muscular

Tip - #EFB0B0

Shaft - #F3C8B1

Length - 6.1in (15.49cm)

Girth - 5.0in (12.7cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, very smooth, and even-toned. Tilts to the right.

He’s the youngest and the funniest of the Shelby brothers by a long shot. He’ll drink you under the table but he’ll also carry you home and help take care of your raging hangover the next day. John and your marriage is by far the healthiest and the happiest out of everyone. It’s like you both are stuck in the honeymoon phase.

“You like when I fill you with my cum, baby?” Each tease is whispered affectionately and through a gentle smirk. “My lovely wife is such a whore for her husband’s cock.”

You truly are though. Any chance you get your throwing yourself into John’s arms (the feeling is wholeheartedly mutual). The man will pin you onto any available wall and fuck the sense out of you. Anytime you’re drunk he can’t resist the pretty blush that spread across your cheeks and the way you practically melt into him. It doesn’t take long for you to lose all inhibitions when it comes to a quickie in the alleyway next to The Garrison.

John has a very vocal breeding kink. Every time he fills you with his cock, he groans about how he’s going to pump you full of his cum and make you his forever. Nothing turns him on more than stuffing any cum that leaks from your pussy back into you with his fingers. It’s primal and sloppy, yet strangle intimate at the same time.

It doesn’t take long for you to get pregnant but when you do, John finds you even more attractive. No matter how many kids you have together, your husband is insatiable for you. Tommy often jokes that the two of you, “fuck like rabbits”. A true statement when you always seem to be knocked up.

His favorite position is the mating press for obvious reasons. Not only does the position bottom out his sizeable cock in your pussy, but it leaves you at his mercy. John is so tall and muscular that it makes you feel tiny under him. Youngest does not mean weakest. Not by a long shot.

You’re the reason for John to get up and fight to strengthen the family name every day. Although it’s not always so serious. John has a charming sense of humor that has you giggling like you’re a young girl again. Want to settle down and have a family with a husband who adores you more than anything else? John Shelby is the man to be with.

Michael Gray:

Height - 5′ 7″ (1.70m)

Body Type - Lean

Tip - #DF968B

Shaft - #EBC1AA

Length - 5.7in (14.47cm)

Girth - 4.6in (11.68cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed, grower not a shower. Sits pretty straight when erect, if not slightly down.

Talk about being two completely different people. Michael is an entirely different man when it’s just the two of you. He’s sweetly seductive and it’s a toss-up for who truly had the power in the relationship. Although in the bedroom Michael is very dominant. You give him a sense of power he doesn’t have in the Peaky Blinders.

The man has a corruption kink he wasn’t even aware he had before meeting you. He was enamored by your innocence when he met you at another dull socialite party. When during your conversation he makes a salacious comment to you and you respond by saying you’ve never laid with a man before, his cock instantly grows uncomfortably hard in his nice trousers.

Despite his extreme attraction toward you he’ll “wine and dine” you first. Michael will take you to fancy dinners and shows and let you know the facets of his job. He woos you with gifts and tender nights in his bed. Whatever it takes to make you his, he will do it.

“Tell me, love. Do you enjoy having me wrapped around that pretty finger of yours?” Loves to say this while kissing each one of your knuckles and losing himself in your eyes.

It’s the truth. You’re the only person whose interests outweigh his own. He knows your nature. He sees the twin flame burning in your soul that calls out for you to be near him, to be claimed by him.

Michael loves to dress you up. Whenever you need to get ready for an event Michael will pick out your dress and accessories and help you put them on. His hands always linger while they trail across your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake. You’re the envy of every man and woman wherever he takes you with your arm draped in his.

He has a thing for fucking you while you only wear high heels, pantyhose, and expensive jewelry. To him you’re perfection. Michael loves watching a proper lady like yourself become a droopy-eyed mess on his cock. All because of him and no one else. You make Michael feel special like he’s a capable man.

Teasing is commonplace in the bedroom. Michael likes to push you to the edge of desire before pulling you back. He needs to hear you beg for it. More often than not you’ll find yourself bent over a hard surface with Michael pounding into you like a beast, grunting like one too.

Michael is eager to prove himself and his strength, but it’s all because he wants to give you the best life possible.

Alfie Solomons:

Height - 5′ 9″ (1.75m)

Body Type - Muscular Dad Bod 

Tip - #D99792

Shaft - #E7BAA8

Length - 6.8in (17.27cm)

Girth - 6.3in (16.00cm)

Details - Circumcised (he’s Jewish), unkempt like his beard while being only slightly trimmed, thick raised veins on his shaft. Tilts to the upward, huge balls.

Alfie is an aggressive lover in all facets of your relationship. He’s aggressive in the sense that he often yells passionately in an argument about your safety which leads to rough sex on the closest surface he can get you.

“If anyone even slightly raises their voice to you, I’ll cut their cunty tongue out and feed it to their fuckin’ dog, yeah?”

The man has the mouth of a sailor, the rants of a madman, the aggression of a wild animal, the intellect of an ambitious businessman, and the cock of a God. Equal parts thick and long, Alfie stretches you full and leaves an aching reminder of his cock for a week.

He may not soften his words in the slightest, but he does say sweet sentiments to you very often. When you both are alone, whether that be on a walk with Cyril (who absolutely adores you), at home, or in his office, Alfie likes to gently hold your hand. Alfie will stroke your cheek with his thumb before moving down to take your hand in his, marveling at how small you are compared to him, how fragile. The thought makes his heart lurch and ache in a way no one was able to do in years.

“What on God’s green bloody earth did I do to get such a beautiful thing like you in my fuckin’ bed.”

What he did was charm your panties off. You met Alfie when he came into his office after seeing an advert in the newspaper by a bakery that needed a female baker. The real bakery that actually sold white and brown bread. He still remembers every detail of the pretty pink dress you were wearing and the way you smiled when you reached a gloved hand out to introduce yourself. Maybe you were the real charmer between the two of you. It’s safe to say Alfie was smitten with you the second his eyes landed on your innocent face.

A face that he loves so much that he only fucks you in positions where he can see it. Missionary and cowgirl are Alfie’s personal favorites. The way your tits bounce and face scrunches when his cock is buried in you makes the man an absolute wreck. Think he curses too much during the day? In the bedroom, he is unhinged, loud, and curses enough to even make a mobster blush.

Another pussy eating king. Alfie likes to hoist your legs over his broad shoulders and watch you from between your legs while he eats you out. His facial hair intensifies the fevered pace in which he sucks your pussy and his nose rubs against your clit to give you toe-curling friction.

At the end of the day, Alfie loves you more than anything and will never hesitate to protect you. No questions asked. One time he beat a man bloody with his cane just because he was standing to you a little too close while flirting with you. He respects your autonomy, but no one should even as much as look at his woman funny.

Luca Changretta:

Height - 6′ 1″ (1.85m)

Body Type - Lanky, Taut Muscles

Tip - #FEBFAE

Shaft - #FFD4B7

Length - 7.8in (19.81cm)

Girth - 5.1in (12.95cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, hair is trimmed and slightly curly, has one thick vein that runs along the underside of his shaft and a couple blue hued thin ones. Hangs low.

I WANT THIS MAN SO BAD, HE IS SO-

Fate had you thrown into Luca Changretta’s world after he came to your shop to have a dress made for his mother. By the time you finish it, Luca gets not only a nice gift but a woman to call his. You’re the type of girl to take home to mom and to say his mother loves you is an understatement. He thinks your heaven-sent, the Beatrice to his Dante. Luca will not hesitate to travel through the depths of hell to get you.

Power and daddy kink to the MAX. Luca needs the power dynamic in your relationship. He needs to be the one to pay for your pretty outfits and nice apartment nestled in a secret corner of the city. He needs you to rely on him. That’s not to say he stops you from making dresses or having your own friends. One of his men will just be following you from a distance the whole time you’re out. Luca is just the type of man to give in to all your whims while only asking for your company and affection in return.

“My spoiled little principessa... show Daddy just how much you missed him.”

Luca isn’t the type of man to rush into things. That not only applies to his mentality in the mob but in his sex life. He loves a soft, slow blowjob. His hands thread through your hair not to dictate your moves but to message your scalp tenderly as you take his cock so beautifully. Each slow drag of your lips along his shaft makes a satisfied rumbling noise emanate from Luca’s chest. His eyes never leave you for a second. He’s hypnotized by the way your eyebrows slightly pinch when his long cock slips down your throat and the way your thighs clamp shut to soothe the ache of your own arousal from sucking him off.

He loves when you ride him on the couch but it often devolves into him fucking up into you from the bottom. Luca is always in control. Another position he loves is missionary with your legs folded so your shoulders are near your ears. The angle of your hips helps his impossibly long cock bottom out in your tight pussy. Luca wants you to be completely consumed by him, filled to a point where all you can do is moan his name like a prayer.

Intimacy is extremely important. Your lips are practically locked together while he is fucking you. The only time he pulls back is so he can look down at his soaked cock disappearing into your pussy. The man is obsessed with you. Every noise and expression you make, every touch you give, every word you say drives Luca mad.

He ALWAYS leaves a wet, reverent kiss on your pussy before fucking you. It’s his thing. Luca wants you to understand that he doesn’t just fuck you, but makes raw, unadulterated love to you.

Luca has men stationed outside your apartment at all times. Nothing is too much when it comes to your safety. He’s a family man through and through. Luca will make you his wife after going through the proper channels and will make it his mission to get you pregnant. He’ll pump you full of his cum until you’re a whining mess. Afterward, he likes to lay in bed with you wrapped in his arms and his cock buried in your pussy.

You’re his just as much as he’s yours. In simple terms, you’re what’s going to hurt him the most.

Oswald Mosley:

Height - 5′ 11″ (1.80m)

Body Type - Defined Muscles

Tip - #DE847E

Shaft - #E9BDA0

Length - 6.5in (16.51cm)

Girth - 4.9in (12.44cm)

Details - Uncircumcised, clean-shaven, thick tip. Tilts to the left, hefty yet nicely rounded balls.

No description for obvious reasons.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

a/n: People LOVE to fight me on height, but I looked up each and every actor’s height for this so it is what it is! When you look at the brothers together it’s actually pretty obvious that John is taller than the other two.

[berrypockets]

Voiceless | The Unheard Language of Love

Tommy Shelby x Reader

In the heart of Small Heath, where shadows whispered tales of intrigue, a new chapter unfolded for Y/N. The Shelby family, recognizing her proficiency with numbers, extended a silent invitation—she became an integral part of the Shelby betting shop.

Adjusting to her new environment, Y/N seamlessly wove through the intricate world of odds and bets. The numbers, once silent in their complexity, danced to her command, and the betting shop found a silent conductor in the woman who spoke through calculations rather than words.

As the typewriter keys clicked in rhythmic harmony, Arthur, with his brash demeanor, found himself intrigued by the silent efficiency that Y/N brought to the establishment. He would hover around her desk, occasionally throwing a comment about the day's bets or the city's relentless rhythm. Despite his gruff exterior, a silent camaraderie developed between them, each understanding the other in the unspoken language of their shared world.

John, with his easygoing nature, became a frequent companion during lunch breaks. The two would exchange smiles and laughter, their interactions a testament to the bonds that formed beyond spoken words. A shared understanding blossomed, fostering a connection that transcended the need for verbal communication.

Polly, the matriarch of the Shelby family, observed Y/N with a keen eye. The betting shop, once a domain dominated by numbers and coded messages, now embraced a new facet—a woman who wielded her own silent power. In the quiet corners of their interactions, a mutual respect bloomed, an acknowledgment of the strength that existed in the unspoken.

Amidst the clatter of keys and the rustle of ledger sheets, even Tommy, the stoic leader of the Shelby family, couldn't resist the allure of Y/N's silent world. A quiet understanding passed between them, each interaction a nuanced dance of shared glances and subtle gestures.

The Shelby family, recognizing her proficiency with numbers, extended a silent invitation—she became an integral part of the Shelby betting shop.

As the rhythmic clatter of typewriter keys echoed through the establishment, a meeting convened in Tommy's office. The air crackled with a mixture of coded conversations and the unspoken camaraderie that defined the Shelby family.

Around the polished wooden table, Tommy, Arthur, John, Polly, and Y/N gathered. Ledger sheets and notes sprawled across the surface, each document a silent participant in the strategic discussions that unfolded.

Amidst the serious matters at hand, Arthur, John, and Polly found themselves in a friendly disagreement. The topic? A new shipment of goods. Arthur, with his bold ideas, argued passionately. John, with a skeptical expression, offered counterpoints, while Polly, the voice of reason, attempted to mediate.

As they're little disagreement reached its peak, the trio turned to Y/N, curious about her take on the matter. With a subtle smirk, she glanced at each of them, a silent challenge in her eyes.

Tommy, leaning back in his chair, observed with an amused glint in his eyes. He knew that smirk—a silent proclamation that the ideas being tossed around were far from practical. Without uttering a word, he continued to peruse the papers on his desk.

Confused by Y/N's smirk, the trio turned to Tommy, seeking clarification. With a nonchalant expression, he looked at them and declared, "It's because your ideas are stupid."

Arthur or John, intrigued by Tommy's understanding, questioned, "How did you know what the smirk meant?"

Tommy, maintaining his composed demeanor, replied, "I just knew."

The room fell into a momentary silence before all eyes turned to Y/N, who was now quietly laughing in her seat. The silent laughter served as the final verdict—Tommy's intuition had once again deciphered the unspoken language of their interactions.

In the intricate dance of Small Heath's betting shop, where numbers spoke louder than words, Y/N discovered the unheard language of love—a language woven into the interactions with Tommy, transcending the barriers of speech and echoing through the gritty corners of Birmingham.

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Audio Drama Sunday - 28th April ✨

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I started two new shows this week and fell in love with both of them!! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E8.5) ohhhhhh I’m so emotional. The end of this series is going to make me cry so many happy tears, I can just feel it. 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (149) With the description this week, I think I truly realised just how scary-looking the pig man is 😰 Things are looking decidedly down for Shelby and Clem. Eek. God, Valerie!!! She’s such an interesting character because you can literally connect the dots of her trauma but still be slightly disappointed by the consequences on her behaviour! And the poor Mr Greenstreets ☹️ Raj is very Syrensyr coded?? Vincent as a grief counsellor makes me wonder… about who or what Voltaire is…. 

Also, I want the Auditor to be Polly so bad and I want Nikignik to get out of the interrogation by bargaining to reunite him with Yaretzi and Mort - PLEASE. 

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (19) I loved seeing our Traveller stand up for themself!! It’s always so fun to see characters who are usually soft gain a backbone of steel because their core values are tested. And the discussion of the nanobots was so interesting!! The laws on nanobots elsewhere when they are literally required for survival makes the entire person illegal. And we all know that’s not right!!! 

👁️ @malevolentcast (41) I’m thinking that maybe Rafters was an exception that proves the rule… Alexander the owl was creepy as anything and I hated the way he seemed to be guiding them towards the crack in the wall. Now we’re in a possible parallel universe, it feels like all bets are off and I’m scared to even consider what might happen to John and Arthur now! 

⚔️ @camlannpod (8) OUGH. Oh my god. Can’t they just have FIVE MINUTES to RELAX?? I actually snorted out loud at: ‘you’re good with an axe, right’. Pere is a little shit and I love that for them. Morgan!!! 🫨 And Dai!!! I’m so hopeful that starting down this path will lead to good (or, at least, a whole load of shenanigans for S2!) 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (13) It’s very interesting to me that we were able to listen in on Sam and Cecilia’s date… how did that work? There’s something here about gambling and chance with this story and the previous one about the dice rolling?? I’m connecting the dots (I’m not connecting shit). 

🌞 Small Victories by @wgc-productions is so good, I wish I’d started listening years ago. I love the 90s sitcom vibe and the intro/outro are so unique. I absolutely love shows that centre around character studies. Marisol’s story is so gripping and I love how the writing takes us right inside her brain as she justifies every decision (good or bad). It’s so clear how loveable she is and how much people around her want her to be okay (mostly), but don’t know *how* to get her to that place given the shit they’re dealing with themselves! I got up to 1.09 so . . . bit of a cliffhanger there!! I’m very excited to see how the story progresses. I’m rooting for you, Tiny!! 

🧋 I started @hinaypod and it’s safe to say that I’m in love already! Listening has given me the same amazing feeling of listening to Desperado - the sensation that the creators have opened up a door to a brand new world and I’m so happy to be in it! I adore Mari. Even from episode one, she has this quiet self-confidence in herself and her skills which is so refreshing. I also really like the horror writing here and I’m really looking forward to delving deeper into this story! 

Hope everyone has a good week! 💙

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In January 1922, Birmingham, the Garrison Pub was bombed. The surroundings plunged into darkness, and the heat from the explosion was extinguished by the drizzling rain. The wind stirred the black veil in front of me, carrying the scent of the bar.

Tommy managed to dismiss the police with the excuse of a gas explosion and some pounds. Polly found some scraps of paper at the entrance.

Green… Ireland…

I frowned, thinking that Finn had become a thing of the past.

"You're going back to London today. I'll have John escort you."

"I'm not leaving. As you said, it's dangerous in London for the Shelby family."

I couldn't leave. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the unknown dangers my little prince would face. And if they dared to bomb the Garrison Pub, why wouldn't they dare for the Shelby mansion?

"Go out without revealing your face, avoid betting stations, avoid dealing with the police, don't disclose your name, use a fake name, and don't flaunt wealth," Tommy instructed before leaving, and I responded adeptly. "Don't worry, little prince."

I adjusted his collar and kissed his lips, speaking a coded language only we understood. "Stay safe, Tommy."

Watching his back, I suddenly felt like an ordinary but loving old couple. After breakfast, a wife bidding farewell to her husband before he left for work.

Then I stayed at home, taking care of the children with Esme. Maria was still the sensible girl who made my heart ache. She got along well with Esme, but I could feel she was more attached to and dependent on me. I understood her; even if a teenager could accept it intellectually, there would still be resistance to a young stepmother—that's why I resisted my father's remarriage at the age of 13, taking on the responsibilities of a lady of the house.

I talked to Thomas about taking Maria to London for a while when things calmed down. She was too tense, much more mature and sensible than Finn, more like an adult. In the mansion, she could be carefree like her peers on King's Road.

"You like your daughter so much… why don't we have one ourselves?" After hearing this, Tommy raised an eyebrow, saying something contradictory.

"You liked John's previous wife, didn't you?" Esme interrupted my contemplation.

I looked at Esme strangely. Even though we both considered me a member of the Shelby family, whether I liked or preferred one over the other… did it matter?

"Yes, Martha was a good person. She was one of the kindest people I've ever met. But I would also like every wife of John and Arthur—as long as they don't betray Tommy or the Shelby name," I answered truthfully.

I thought she heard some gossip, felt that John loved her less than his deceased wife, and added another sentence of advice. "The deceased have passed; never compare yourself to them. You and John have a long future ahead."

She looked at me in silence for a long time. "You really seem like the mistress of a household."

Would she say I seemed more like a politician's wife? My father used to say that before he died.

"Thomas must be eager to marry you. Young, beautiful, wealthy, and many suitors. Even if you chose him, I think he would still feel…"

"What are you trying to say?"

As she spoke, I walked to the opposite side of her and faced her.

She chuckled, as if surprised by my quick reaction. "Thomas expanded to the south for you."

…Oh, I see, she didn't want to expand to the south. Or rather, she was dissatisfied with it.

"Esme, if you have something to say, say it to me, not to others—whether it's Tommy, Polly, or John."

I leaned down, looking into her eyes. I was a head taller, and she was still sitting, so if I leaned down, she would be covered in my shadow. "I don't want you to talk nonsense to anyone, anyone—whether it's Tommy, Polly, or John."

She looked at me in silence for a long time.

"You do look like a mistress of a household."

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I thought she might say I looked more like a politician's wife—my father used to say that before he died.

"Thomas must be eager to marry you. Young, beautiful, wealthy, and many suitors. Even if you chose him, I think he would still feel…"

"What are you trying to say?"

As she spoke, I walked to the opposite side of her and faced her.

She chuckled, as if surprised by my quick reaction. "Thomas expanded to the south for you."

…Oh, I see, she didn't want to expand to the south. Or rather, she was dissatisfied with it.

"Esme, if you have something to say, say it to me, not to others—whether it's Tommy, Polly, or John."

I leaned down, looking into her eyes. I was a head taller, and she was still sitting, so if I leaned down, she would be covered in my shadow. "I don't want you to talk nonsense to anyone, anyone—whether it's Tommy, Polly, or John."

She looked at me in silence for a long time.

"You do look like a mistress of a household."

This is John's wife; I can't be too harsh in my words. I tell myself that I'm just pulling her along, hoping she understands. The expansion of Shelby Limited to London is not just because its big boss, Thomas, wants to marry me, the Baroness from London. It's also because London is a bigger market, a fatter piece of meat. We can earn more money, make better connections, and leave this muddy place. We are no longer street thugs in the slums; we are a company!

"Do you know what this is in the army? Undermining morale—a capital offense."

Before the family meeting, Tommy and I found some time in the bedroom. Afterward, we discussed the confusing situation.

While talking to him, I nestled in bed, massaging his shoulders. I omitted the conversation with Esme; I hope she figures it out herself. Heading south to London, we are bound to succeed.

"Did those Irishmen approach you for a job? Or even kidnap you!" I frowned. We've always kept to our own, so why?

"Our old friend has risen in rank. Still in charge of Irish affairs." He held my hand and turned his head. "Inspector Campbell…"

"So, they're working together."

This is dangerous; Campbell is a ruthless politician, utterly unscrupulous. Cooperating with him requires careful consideration, or it could end in disaster.

And… Campbell is directly subordinate to Churchill, Mr. Churchill, who has been the Minister of Colonial Affairs and also the Air Minister since last year, initiating negotiations with the Irish Sinn Féin party. It's hard to say whether what we're facing is part of a higher-level arrangement.

"Mr. Churchill sent me a telegram," I leaned on his shoulder, embracing his strong waist, "inviting me to lunch at the Leeds Hotel. The day after tomorrow."

"I'm heading back tomorrow, Tommy." I lay on his lap, lazily saying.

"Who else but a Londoner?"

When I entered the meeting room with Tommy, Esme and John were very excited, somewhat angry. It seemed they easily saw through the truth, while the rest of us turned a blind eye.

"This is a company that advocates gender equality." Tommy said. —Well, Tommy and I are quite equal, except for what happened just now on the bed.

John looked at me, trying to find Tommy's true feelings from my face. I lowered my eyes, just quietly pouring myself a glass of whiskey.

John was overly worried. Even if Esme repeated the nonsense she told me that day, Tommy wouldn't fall for her.

"I have no blood ties to this family. But perhaps, precisely because I am not one of them, I can see things from a different perspective. So let me get straight to the point. As my husband said, Shelby Limited is now developing very successfully. But London… I have relatives in Shepherd's Bush and Paddington, where it's more like a war between armies, with the police involved. There are all sorts of foreigners using bombs, nothing unusual. I have a child, fortunate to inherit the beauty of the Shelby family. I hope John can see him grow up, and I hope that one day, we can live in a place with fresh air and lush trees, raising chickens or something. But London only has smog and trouble, Thomas." She glanced at me, "Oh, and your beauty."

… I knew it. In her heart, Thomas is a selfish, arrogant devil. She really can't compare to Martha.

I handed Tommy the glass in my hand. Lower the fire; I signaled with my eyes.

He tilted his head back, finishing the remaining liquid in the glass.

"First, the pub explosion has nothing to do with London. I will handle the explosion on my own. Secondly, as long as we stay united, there's no need to worry about this business expansion plan. As long as we endure the first few weeks, 90% of our business in London will become legal, and the remaining 10% will be managed by insiders, right, Arthur?"

Now, some people present expressed their reservations. That's good. If any of you do not want to be part of the company's future, please leave through that door immediately. Go feed your chickens. As for those ambitious ones, the expansion process will begin tomorrow."

"Polly's son and daughter?"

Why so sudden…

"I'll keep an eye on it." I nodded at Esme, "If possible, I hope you can inform Tommy again."

"So, goodbye." I hugged Maria's shoulder and walked out on the road back to London.

"Why don't we go with Dad and the others?" Maria, visiting London for the first time, was very excited and a bit nervous.

"Because Tommy's car is too small, and we can't fit." And I wouldn't allow my luggage and a corpse to be together.

"All right, my dear girl. This is a vacation." I embraced her.

"Let's go home first, leave the luggage, and then I'll take you to eat Italian food. After dinner, if you want, we can go to Harrods."

I watched her face light up with a dreamy smile. It's good; she finally looks like a child.

When Tommy and the others opened the back door of 10 King's Road, I heard a noise.

He came again, Tommy Shelby…

Maria, visiting London for the first time, was excited and full of energy. I accompanied her for a day, and now I'm tired and sleepy, but still very happy as we walk from the living room to the staircase. I look at John and Arthur, who are staring at the paintings on the wall and the Chinese porcelain on the cabinet. Their curious expressions make me unable to help but laugh.

"Welcome to the Turner Mansion, boys."

Tommy smoothly brushes past his brothers and walks into my bedroom.

"How did it go?" I help Tommy undress, unable to stifle a yawn. "Sorry, I'm so tired. You guys came too late."

"Maria must have worn you out." After changing into the sleepwear I prepared in advance, Tommy lies down with me on the bed.

"It was a good day," he says, veering off topic.

"It's not all good." Hearing him say this, my heart tightens, and I reach out to check if he's injured.

He grabs my hand, only slowly continuing the next sentence, "Arthur lost a tooth."

"…"

Seeing me in a dazed silence, Tommy laughs like a mischievous child who has succeeded in a prank.

"I want to hire Lizzie Stark as a secretary. Today is a good sign." Tommy kisses me. "I need someone who can turn a blind eye occasionally."

"If she can type and do math, sure." I give him a strange look. I did tell him that I want him to share everything with me, but that doesn't include the choice of his secretary.

"As long as Mrs. Shelby doesn't mind."

I immerse myself in his blue eyes. Mrs. Shelby… what a nice title.

"Mr. Shelby, if you want to win a Baroness, it's not just about the body." I lazily extend my finger, circling it on his chest. "You need a ring to prove your intentions and let all the young people in London know that they've lost, the Baroness has a fiancé."

I'm not short of jewelry.

My mother left me a lot of jewelry, and I also inherited a lot of pounds. Occasionally, I buy some new ones, and those suitors would occasionally spend a lot of money buying good jewelry to please me. But what Tommy gave is different.

"Close your eyes." He coaxes gently.

Before closing my eyes, I see him smile. Tommy's smile is really handsome. Those blue eyes are as gentle as the sky in spring, and this person has softened a lot—the most important thing is, only I have seen this kind of Thomas Shelby.

He should be going to find his clothes and then coming back.

"Open your eyes, Lady Baron."

I saw him holding a deep blue velvet jewelry box. Inside was a sapphire diamond ring. A large sapphire, as clear as Tommy's eyes.

I was stunned; this completely exceeded my imagination. It wasn't until Tommy put the ring on my hand that I realized—it's almost like it was custom-made for my hand!

"…So, you had it prepared in advance?" Clearly, a man who already has jewelry and has won the heart of a woman with jewelry, but why do I always feel like he's turning the tables on me? I still know about Shelby Company's development. This ring looks expensive at first glance. This spendthrift, he only knows how to act up when there's no secretary—but why am I so happy?

"My dear Baroness, you now also have a fiancé."

"So, is this your way of proposing?" I still lovingly gaze at the sparkling ring on my hand.

No flowers, no champagne, no luxurious ballroom, no cheering crowd—just a large diamond ring and my lover… honestly, I'm satisfied.

"Think it's too simple?" Tommy leans on the bed, lazily asking.

"No…" I turn back and kiss his cheek. "Just right."

"I'll be the happiest bride in the world."

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[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

It was early morning. But today was Franny's lucky day. She was allowed to sleep in. The Shelby brothers were going to the fair. Or at least that's what Thomas told John and Arthur. He did however talk with Franny about the real appointment.

Thomas was taking his brothers to Johnny Doggs. A good friend of Thomas. He was handed a pretty good racing horse which he really wanted. Thomas was trying to expand their business with the horse tracks by having their own horses. And because Tommy was pretty sure he wasn't getting any money from Polly he asked the second in charge of the fault. Franny had crossed her arms and looked at him sheepishly. 'You know I actually quite like this job I have. Would be a shame if I lost it because Polly fucking bewitched me.'

Thomas had assured her it wasn't like that and she instead of getting the money herself had given Thomas the code of the vault. It changed daily thankfully. But when Franny heard the noise on the streets she was wide awake. It was horses their hoofs were clattering on the streets. ‘Franny get dressed.' Her father stormed into her room.

'I thought you were at work but it’s about to get fucking insane with coppers.' Her dad was still holding his cup of coffee. 'I have a little authority but not much.' he told her before walking out to let her get changed. 'For fucks sake' Franny cursed beneath her breath. She jumped out of bed and pulled on the dress that was on the chair of her bedroom she dressed quickly. When her father yelled from downstairs.' Francis!' 'Coming father.' She said while stumbling from the stairs.

Ada was standing in the opening of the backdoor. She was standing there with Freddie Thorne. Both Franny and her father were no commie fans, but it looked like they were in a bad position. Ada was wearing just her coat and her pajama's beneath it, still trying to pull her socks up. 'Upstairs Ada.' Franny pushed her upstairs.

'Explain.' Franny's father said to Freddie.'I can't stay the coppers are rounding up the communists.' he explained while putting on his coat. 'Freddie where are you gonna go.' Ada said standing up the stairs. 'Me? I have to leave town for a bit.' he said before blowing her a kiss and thanking Franny and her father. ‘Ada come on, get a dress from my room.' Franny shooed her upstairs.'Hopefully were safe then.' Franny said to her father while she started making tea.

'As long as you’re not in the horse shit her brothers are in, you're fine.' Her father said while sitting down grabbing his cup of coffee. Later in the afternoon Thomas, John, and Arthur came back to Watery Lane. To see it in a complete mess. 'What in the bloody hell happened here.' Arthur shouted. 'Get Franny.' Thomas said to John before stopping the car. He jumped out towards the Corbynn household. Thomas and Arthur kept on going to the Shelby household. But everyone was already there. Even Franny.

She was lighting herself a cigarette and lighting Polly's too. After a few minutes, John came back holding a bucket full of beer. he started handing everyone a mug. When he was done he snatched Franny’s cigarette.'I was going to fetch ya, but your dad told me you were already here looking at the damage.' he said with a smirk.' Can't leave us alone can ya?'

Franny looked at him. and just raised her eyebrow, before she could even speak up Arthur started talking. 'I said nothing to that copper about smashing up bloody houses. ''All right.' Thomas said when he walked in stealing the cigarette John had stolen from Franny. 'The guns, the Chain, The marquis.' Franny summed up grabbing back her own cigarettes from Thomas.

To which a few of the men behind Arthur hold their breath. Thomas was a fearless man, you can't just speak up against him, or even look at him the wrong way. But Franny had been around for so long he could have her wit. He didn't even look up and lit a cigarette of his own pack. 'All the ones that pay you to protect them.' Polly added to Franny. 'The only one they didn't touch was the Garrison.' Polly said inhaling a swig of her cigarette. 'Make sure people think we’re in on it.' Franny said as she tapped the ash of her cigarette.' He's smart this copper.' Polly said to Thomas.

'So go on. Drink your beers, get out!' Polly said to the guys who were just looking at their beers.' You'd better show people you are still the cocks of the walk.' 'Hand out some cash to the landlords of the pubs.' Thomas said when everyone stood up. 'Pay some veterans to fix the places up. ''Fran could you get the money?' he asked. To which she stood up and walked out back.

When Arthur and John stood up to get their coats Polly reminded them to show their faces so people would see they weren't in on this raiding the coppers had done. Polly closed the doors to the shop. So she and Thomas could have a private chat. Little did they know Franny was still out back to fetch the money they had asked for. 'He's not gonna stand back till he has those guns back.' Polly told Thomas. At that same moment, Fran burst in with the money.

And you could see the color shoot out of Polly's face. Thomas however did not even move except bringing the cigarette to his mouth. 'Sit.' He just said to Franny. Which she directly did. 'Did he talk to ya Poll?' Thomas asked Polly. 'In the church' she answered. 'Did he try to find our Ada?' He asked. Polly was not directly answering.

'Ada was with me this morning.' Franny said. 'We drank tea and were going to spend the day at the fair. Till those fucking coppers showed up.' Thomas looked up and looked straight into her eyes. These weren't normal eyes. Thomas had very very dark eyes he stared straight through your soul. But Franny knew him longer than that.

'She was, you gave me the morning off remember? What else was I supposed to do.' Thomas pushed out his cigarette. ‘He knows that you are the boss, he wants to meet you.' Polly said to Thomas. 'Will you talk to him?'

'No.' Thomas plainly said looking at the wallpaper. 'You don't parley when you're on the back foot. We'll strike a blow back first.' He said looking at Polly. 'Good.' Franny said. Both Thomas and Polly looked up at her. 'What if, we burn all the pictures of the king.' Franny said while lighting a cigarette. ‘Give everyone something for their picture and burn it. I'll call my dad to put in the paper as a statement. Everyone will read it.' She inhaled her tug of the cigarette and looked at the both of them. Thomas just nodded his head.

'Get your coat.' He said to Franny and the both of them walked out of the house. Later that evening Franny was walking with Finn. 'You get the picture out of the Garrison.' she said to him. She saw John walking with his hand full of pictures of the king. 'Fran, what are you doing out this late?' he asked her with a smug smile on his face. 'Here let me hold a few for you.' She said as she got a few smaller pictures herself. 'Finn is fetching the one in the Garrison.' she told him.

'Well let's get to the fire.' he said pulling her with him they were both smirking and walking towards the middle of Watery Lane. Finn came running along with the picture of the Garrison. By the entry of the street. Where the street was called Watery Lane were parked multiple cars. To block down the entryway for people who didn't need to be there. 'John.' Scudboat and the other Blinder Franny hadn't met yet tipped their hat at John.'Miss Corbynn.' both of them said nodding to her.

Finn was running past them to the fire. When they had passed the blinders John and Franny shared a look together. Before the both of them snort their laughter. 'Miss Corbynn.' John said. 'You sound like Royalty.' Franny was rolling with her eyes as they joined the others by the fire. Finn was throwing the pictures Franny was holding into the fire. People were cheering as they saw the pictures of the king burn.

'Chuck them on boys.' Thomas said. Everyone was holding drinks. John got handed a cup of beer and he looked at Franny. ‘We need some more here.' he shouted back. 'Oh no need, I brought my own.' Franny said as she opened her coat and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. John was blinking a few times before handing Finn his cup and throwing his pictures on the fire too.

'Finn!' Franny said snatching the cup from him as he was sipping it.' You're 10!' She said patting him on his hat. 'Still 11 Sunday.' he said cockily to which John patted him on his back. 'Where did you get that bottle Fran?' Arthur said with a smirk. 'I need to get me some of that.' he said which Franny handed him the bottle.

Arthur chewed the cork of the bottle and spit it in the fire before taking a big chug. 'I hope to god you know what you're doing.' Arthur said to Thomas. Thomas looked over at Franny. 'He's coming right?' 'Absolutely.' she answered Both Arthur and John were looking mildly confused by that. When Franny took the bottle from Arthur again and took a sip herself. ‘Still impressed you're one of the first women I can actually say can hold her own with drinking. And you're not even a gypsy!' John said patting her on the back.

'I need to do something to keep my sanity with you three.' She said as she handed the bottle to John. To which the three of them looked at her. John with a 'fake' hurt feeling on his face. Arthur with the confused excuse me look. And Thomas just with a neutral expression. But Franny could see he was trying to not smile behind his cigarette.

After a few minutes of listening to everyone around the fire. And trying to hold Finn from not lighting woman’s skirts on fire. She saw her dad coming at them. 'Tommy! someone here for ya.' Scudboat said. 'Thomas Fran said you had something I could put on the morning paper.' Franny's father said walking up to the Shelby brothers. 'I have.' Thomas said taking another hit of his cigarette. 'So tell me what's going on?' He asked pulling out his notebook. 'I like you.' Thomas said as he was looking at the notebook.

'Now, first of all, It's not the people around here who are disloyal to the King.' Thomas started.' It's the opposite. You see, we don't want our beloved King looking down and seeing the things that are being done to us. So we are taking down his pictures. ' Thomas was calmly explaining looking directly into the fire. 'But Thomas, why are you burning them?' Fran’s father asked. 'We went through hell for our King. The same goes for you. Walked through the flames of war And now we're being attacked in our own homes. These new coppers over from Belfast, breaking into our homes and interfering with our women. We don't think our King would want to see that happening. So we're lighting fires to raise the alarm.' Thomas had turned to speak to Fran's father directly when he started to mention the war. They had fought alongside each other.

'May I ask you, in what capacity do you speak?' Fan's father asked. 'None.. No capacity. I am an ordinary man. I won gallantry medals at the Somme. I want you to write in your paper what's going on here.' Thomas said throwing the last piece of his cigarette in the fire. 'Thanks, Thomas, I shall get to the office.' Fran's dad said.

'Arthur will bring ya.' Thomas said as he threw Arthur the car keys. 'Thank you.' He answered. But before he went he walked over to Franny.' It's getting late I think it's for the best I'll take you home first.' He said putting a hand on her head.' Oh, it's fine Mr. Corbynn.' John said. 'I'll bring her home.' 'That would be great John. Thankyou.' He said before kissing Franny's head and walking off with Arthur.

[call-sign-shark]

Shark I know you’re probably busy settling down right now, but I found this on my Pinterest dashboard and I couldn’t help but think about young Heaven in THG au, so I just had to share it with you immediately

Sorry for the delay babe, but I am currently screaming. Thank you so so much for sending me this, I downloaded right after I saw your ask because GURLLL you're absolutely right this is literally what Heaven looked like when she was a teen! Even if the aesthetic of the pics if very hunger games-coded, it works also for her og version! I'm so in love with this honey, thank you so so much! <3

Heaven is reader in the Arthur Shelby x You ongoing story Heaven in Your Eyes.

[divinekangaroo]

furthering tommy-sexuality and intersection of ethnicity discussion with @deadendtracks from this post:

I do wish I could be more concise about this so sorry for the ramble - too much I think is still trying to sort it out through the process of writing it. These moments I really appreciate your concise, coherent meta posts! I also don't think I've properly answered the question, but contains more broader context around my thinking.

"This is a very interesting approach that I don't think I fully disagree with, but where I hesitate is that Tommy's the only character in his family or extended kin group who uses his body like this. / What do you make of the fact that Tommy is the only "subaltern" character we see who uses himself sexually the way we're more used to seeing a woman do?"

I think Polly and Ada do it too, though? And I also think Arthur does it particularly with Linda but it’s in a very differently articulated way, but this definite sense of the use of the body. (I *headcanon* Tommy also saw his father do it, too, paying off a debt to some English woman with authority this way, and one day some husband/brother etc cut up Dad as a consequence, but off I spiral -- this was born out of very micro hints of Arthur Shelby Snr as a wandering Casanova using sex as a (theoretically) no-personal-cost way for a man to slide out of situations or obligations, and Arthur Snr's association with prostitutes without any war-soldier-prostitution linkage to drive that connection.)

But, I also feel there’s a deliberate presentation of Tommy’s consideration of his ethnicity as different to how most of his family consider it (long different conversation), because of the alignment to his mother that none of the rest of the family have (another long different conversation). This assumes a reading of his mother as far more closely associated with his (rather silent/compressed) relationship with his ethnicity, too. Polly and Uncle Charlie's comments reinforce this reading in a few points. So this different relationship he has with his ethnicity also leads into a different intersection of that with his sexual activities.

When Tommy does use his body, I think it’s repeating behaviours he’s seen and understood as an available way for those with no power and limited influence to exert more influence, and those behaviours were drawn from watching the behaviours of primarily women of his family. And will mostly talk about Polly because that's what we do see on screen, extrapolating there was more of this sort of exchange going on around Tommy in his youth, too.

And while there’s an argument to be made that using sex/body is a behaviour available to any person with no power trying to exercise influence (many stories of women over time) without the subaltern/ethnic layer, it’s difficult for me to detach ethnicity from Tommy and Polly's on screen behaviours, because their ethnicity is a huge contextual-for-the-time part of what limits their power/influence in the first place. I think the show also includes significant hints of the Othering/exoticism associated with Tommy’s (and Polly’s) ethnicity in a way that shows it is connected to sexual behaviours/body trading – May talks about everyone laughing about when he’ll steal the silver, which is a Romani stereotype more than working class or racketeer; I think you mentioned once Tatiana does it too with the allusion to Tommy squatting in his own house. Polly has Campbell (the whole exchange is subaltern coded) and Abarama which is also ethnically *heavy* if not in the same way as with Campbell because Abarama is Romani too. And for Tommy: Campbell, Hughes and Mosley’s sexually charged ethnic slurs (or ethnically charged sexual attacks?) towards Tommy are a whole essay on their own.

For Polly, feeding into my thoughts around subaltern coding: stolen children and Polly’s sexual behaviours, including approaching Campbell. Stealing children from certain cultures/families is not just a poverty/class thing, taking children was a deliberate targeting of the Romani culture (amongst other cultures) to detach children from the culture and destroy/degrade culture, in a similar way (if not as governmentally sanctioned/policy-driven) as the Stolen Generation in Australia and other colonial government policies over indigenous (subaltern) cultures. So from that particular approach, I’ve then read every one of Polly’s actions to protect Michael (sleeping with/rape by Campbell, sleeping with Abarama, even her actions with Tommy in his clannishly coded position of masculine/head of family privilege) as coming from that place of the woman-subaltern, lower even in status than the male-subaltern. So Polly’s behaviours with Campbell and Abarama translate directly into my reading of the subaltern coding around her sexual behaviours, which then has a copy/mirroring in Tommy’s own sexual behaviours.

There’s also an interesting question I ask myself as I ponder why I've taken this reading. If Tommy were instead a Romani woman who engaged with her cultural/ethnic signifiers in the same way Tommy does*, and she used her body for sex with higher class English men to obtain influence where she cannot obtain or apply power, would the exotification / Othering / subaltern coding associated be a discussed layer? A Romani woman using sex as trade to gain influence? And I think, but of course it would, this is a tale as old as time...but because Tommy’s a man, there’s always that sort of mental hiccup first?

*which he does in fact do, it's not non-existent. But I think the complexity starts to come in with what and how exactly these cultural/ethnic signifiers are engaged with by Tommy / his partners, and how obvious it is or isn't, because the show doesn't always treat this as a direct or foregrounded thing. For example, to reframe that question, is Romani Tommy (male or female) exoticised/othered/[consciously acting as or unconsciously portrayed as] subaltern in sexual encounters for influence, if he and his partners *don’t in any way* acknowledge his ethnicity in any way? Probably not, BUT, his partners (and sexual aggressors) actually do acknowledge his ethnicity if with varying directness, and using uncomfortable stereotypes/terms. Tommy either forcefully silences his ethnicity in their encounters, or, he acknowledges his ethnicity but it’s in difficult and uncomfortable ways.

Tommy almost deliberately omits engaging on any ethnic line of dialogue with any of his partners raising it to his face. (I swear the only time he says Gypsy all 6 seasons is when he shouts at Lizzie in S6 in his panic.) Class dialogue, yes; ethnicity, no. And Tommy's silences say a lot. Vulnerability, shame, tool, sense of self, etc: the ethnicity is almost more sensitive and can't be talked about because it's something he can't change, whereas he (sort of can) with class via money and rank. He does *use* his ethnicity as a tool (his Romani connections/forces, the way gangs even being formed tend to occur on ethnic lines in the first place because general society even working class shuns that ethnicity, aspects of trying to find comfort like potentially his retreat to the road and Zelda after Greta died; seeking the first Barwell sister after Grace died; the protection motifs around Ruby; using the language in front of others to speak secretly but in plain sight) but it's almost more frequently a vulnerability and liability (the reason for his disadvantage, the weight of inevitability of suicide, seeing visions etc).

I also think on how he has this repeated motif of being almost physically incapable of talking about the things most close to, hurtful, risk of hurt to him, and it seems his ethnicity fits into this, too. He doesn't even talk directly to Polly about it except in his fit about his mother in S4, and even that's a sideways, indirect mention. He says something like 'going like Mum, speaking to the dead, scaring the kids' - but because we've seen Polly's behaviours we understand that 'going like Mum' means Polly leaning hard into her take on Romani mysticism and calling it her Gypsy blood/opening the door to Gypsy foretelling/seeing things etc; from this I make the link that Mum = Romani; Tommy's complicated relationship with his mother = Tommy's complicated relationship with his ethnicity. Every time Polly raises their Gypsy blood, he lets her speak but won't engage. Even Uncle Charlie's commentary around the mother's suicide, everything framed around that is Romani - the horse, the travelling, the Gypsy mythos. And again Tommy says nothing when he hears all that. It all feels like a wound he can't touch, ethnicity / mother. (He also never engages with Alfie on this line, despite multiple times Alfie opens that door.)

And so the deliberateness of his omission conversely makes his ethnicity feel quite dominant in his sense of self and identity for me, in the way this series frequently uses silences and omissions to show the shape of something there.

Where it gets to his sexual actions as [partially consciously subaltern] or [unconsciously subaltern but consciously portrayed as such by the show], I suppose the guts is that I feel like he carries his awareness of how other people view the Romani, and his discomfort with that awareness and the discomfort/hurt with that part of his self that he can never get away from and that has disadvantaged him, into his sexual encounters (except for Grace in S1) -- but that in parallel, his decision to proactively trigger sexual encounters as a way to win/exercise influence is also weighted by a sense of ‘this is what I need to do because this is a tool I have available’ and his internal definition of ‘I’ includes (amongst other things) ‘Romani’.

I also think, like: a Romani woman using sex with upper class men to gain influence, becomes a conversation about stereotyping, authorial and period specific contextual justifications, as well as character justifications; but given it's a Romani man doing it, I've been fascinated in fandom discussion it's almost automatically honed in on masculine vs feminine behaviours only. The Romani layer is silenced in so much fandom discussion -- as if the masculine v feminine becomes the sole question rather than as well as, why does a Romani man in particular in that position maybe think to behave that way/why did they choose to portray a Romani man in particular behaving that way. Like, could any of his thinking to behave that way (or, could the expectations and approaches of his sexual partners/aggressors) have anything to do with the rather abundant late 1800s/early 1900s literary and pseudoethnographic texts which exotify and hypersexualise his ethnicity? (watch out for that gypsy man stealing women, the tinker sleeping with your wife while you're at work, etc etc; then he looks at someone like May, and maybe Arthur and John only see a hunger for working class cock, but Tommy is maybe consciously just a little bit leaning into that exotic stereotype as well, horses and goldfish etc, because it might gain him advantage?) Or even authorial intent to really hammer home the subaltern nature of this character because look, even in sex as a man who is in theory has more privilege in bed, this character still can't be free of behaviours and manners which tie back to his ethnicity?

But I know and sorely feel how much harder it is to write and think effectively about ethnicity in a public forum, because it can be so much more hurtful and real and intersectional, than it is to consider slightly more abstract concepts, such as the masculine animus and feminine anima, and mother-parallels, that become more symbolic, character-only, and which can be contained and referenced within the source material alone, hence, IDEK, it's a safer dialogue, and so~?

[dearshelby]

Now that you're back | T.S x OC

Summary: Tommy and Eleanor talk about (or at least, try to) the lead their relationship will take now that he's back from France.

Warnings: Traditional 1920s gender roles, cheating and english isn't my first language.

A/N: This is basically an introduction fic, it won't be a series, but you can learn more about my bby Eleanor and Tommy's relationship lol

gif credit: @amongst-the-roses, thank you for the new gif <3

It's been exactly six weeks since the last bullet was fired, no one might have noticed, but Eleanor has been counting the days in the calendar with a different pen colour since the Shelby brothers came back home.

Christmas and New Year's was celebrated with a tasty meal and many whiskey and cheap champagne bottles, although her, Polly and Ada could see the smiles of the soldier boys didn't reach their eyes, everyone was relieved life had come back to something near normal.

Also, it was at New Year's, after watching the few fireworks the Small Heath habitants could afford, that Eleanor made love to her fiancé again.

It wasn't intimate and passionate like before and she considered spending a few months in her mum's house until Tommy warmed up to life out of the battlefield again, but Polly advised her against it, if she went away now, it was likely Tommy would never marry her.

In those six weeks, Eleanor felt pathetic counting how many words she switched with Tommy, how many times he didn't flinch at an affectionate touch and how many nights Tommy bore to spend by her side without leaving the bed at some point.

She was hurt with how few the results were, hell, even Arthur, the brother she was least close to, had spoken to her more.

Tommy only approached her to ask for a shirt he wanted to wear and needed her to wash, if she could sew a blade in a cap for a new blinder boy, to warn her she didn't need to make dinner because he won't come home early.

To ease the pain, Eleanor tried to distract herself with books, new recipes, new sewing patterns, helping in the betting shop and helping Finn with his homework. In the four years that passed, she became awfully close to the youngest Shelby brother, almost considering him her own child.

However, while doing all these activities, Eleanor could see the engagement ring in her finger and at the end of the day, she felt like she spent twenty four hours looking at it, brooding over a subject she wanted to bury.

Eventually, she put herself together, Tommy didn't own her happiness. He didn't own her a good marriage and moving up in the world. Eleanor took off her ring, put her hair in a long braid, put an apron and moved through the house like a ghost, waiting for the day Tommy would get sick of her and take off his ring as well.

With her heart in hand, she carried on with her housewife duties and distracted herself in the betting shop. The loud noises of the coins moving, paper flipping and men shouting kept her mind away from her frustrating relationship. Still, every night when Tommy came home, she felt humiliated by his presence.

Eleanor only had proof that Tommy cheated on her twice, once he didn't realize his waistcoat was buttoned up wrong and the in the other she could smell cheap perfume in his detachable collar.

She didn't confront him. She didn't think she had the right to. In the balance of her head, her moral code told her her cheating weighed much more.

What type of woman cheats on her fiancé when he's away, risking his life every day to protect the country she lives in? What type of woman cheats on her fiancé with another woman? A filthy whore, unworthy of forgiveness, that is, it doesn't matter if she did it out of loneliness, it doesn't matter if guit ate her alive after it, she's a dirty fucking cheater.

Eleanor felt humiliated by Tommy's cheating, although she never talked about it and from what she learnt with the conversations with her friends, two times is not too many and it's completely understandable.

But the cheating wasn't the main cause of the bitter feeling in her guts, honestly, she didn't even blame Tommy for this feeling, surely he's a light addition to something she's doing to herself.

Eleanor felt humiliated by still being so in love with Tommy. At this point, all she wanted was to be indifferent, it doesn't matter if Tommy comes home or not, if he eats the dinner or not, if he's hurt and needs someone to clean his wounds or not, damn him, his clothes and house are clean and he can have a quick fuck if he wants to, he can't demand anything else! Oh, how she wished she could change her mindset just like hitting a light switch.

In a cold winter night, Eleanor made herself a cup of tea and her eyes wandered to another cup in the shelf, there was a long time she didn't see Tommy drinking tea, or water, or anything that isn't whiskey, she bit her lip in affliction, thinking of how Tommy would react to an unexpected gentleness of her, if he waved her off, at least she could say she done everything in her reach to save their relationship.

Her trembling hands did the best they could to not spill the tea on the way upstairs. She gulped, entering the bedroom and finding Tommy taking his boots off.

"Thought you'd be awake, hm, this is for you," she hands him a cup, which he hesitantly takes.

"I didn't ask for tea," he says.

"Yeah, it's called kindness," she sits beside him, "when you do something nice to someone and they don't have to ask,"

"Oh," he puts the cup in the small table near him, "fucking tea,"

"Yeah, well," Eleanor sighs, ashamed of trying to get close to him, "if you don't want it, give it to Finn, he likes tea before sleeping,"

She stands up and walks to the door with her cup in hand, stopping in the way when Tommy calls her nickname.

"Ellie," he gets soft at her kind gesture, but doesn't keep it up when her eyes are back on him, "did you get my-"

"Yeah, I did everything you asked me for," she harshly interrupts, holding back resentful tears.

Rushing out of the bedroom, Eleanor gets to the kitchen and throws her tea in the sink, feeling stupid and regreful. With her eyes closed and head hanging low, she jumps in surprise when a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, Tommy rests his chin on her shoulder and searches for the right words to say.

"Let go," Ellie whispers.

Tommy steps away from her slim figure, pressing his lips together, "I appreciate the gesture, I'm just not in the mood for tea now,"

"It's not about the fucking tea and you know it,"

"I know, but-" he sighs in frustration, "What the fuck did you expect it'd be like when I got back?"

"I expected you'd be able to look at me and see more than a- I don't know- a fucking pressed shirt or clean house, I expected you'd have the fucking tea and talked to me!"

"Talk of what?" Tommy asked, already aware of the answer. He only hoped he could postpone the conversation as far as possible because he knew it could end with her leaving him.

"I don't know," she answers ironically, "perhaps the six weeks that passed and you didn't even look at me,"

"The fuck are you talking about? I made love with you in New Year's, I wish you good morning every fucking day,"

"Oh, how very kind of you!" she snapped, "You didn't make love to me, you didn't look me in the eyes, you weren't there!"

Tommy doesn't answer, so she continues.

"You weren't there but I was, since the day you left until now I haven't spent a day without thinking about you, but you- you can't you even look at me when we fuck!"

"Eleanor-"

"Tommy," she leans on the sink and rubs her eyes, trying to calm down, "I need you to make a decision now,"

"I know,"

"You're a man, you walk around and do business, you have your aunt and your brothers, I only have you, I had my mother and I let her down to be with you,"

"Do you have me? You took your fucking ring off,"

"...You noticed,"

"'Course I fucking noticed and I fucking kept mine! Do you think that means something?"

"Keeping the ring is not enough, Tommy, what's the point of wearing a ring that symbolises nothing?"

"It stopped symbolising something when you took it off,"

"You are the reason why I took it off, I couldn't stand wearing it while you barely talked to me!"

"Well, we're talking now, aren't we?"

"Argh, yeah, and tomorrow you'll pretend none of this happened and everything will be the same,"

"Quit assuming the fucking worst about me!"

"So give me a reason to assume something good!"

Abruptly, Tommy steps close and pulls her to a rough kiss. His hands firmly cup her cheeks and his lips are tightly pressed against hers. Eleanor holds onto his wrist with one hand and takes the other to the back of his head, feeling the texture of his short hair in her fingertips.

"I think I'll get used to this haircut," she breaks the kiss.

"I was going to ask what you think about it, but-"

"But you were too busy not talking to me,"

Tommy gulps, talking softly, "I'll give you what I promised, I'll fucking marry you, but I can't do it now, there are business you won't take joy in being part of,"

"What business, Tommy? It's just a betting shop,"

"No, there's more to come,"

"Tell me," she asks and suddenly, she can feel Tommy slipping away, the intimacy they built being taken over by the overwhelming reality, "I'm your fiancé, you can trust me,"

"No one knows of this idea yet," he moves his hands from her face to her shoulders.

"So let me be the first,"

"Fuck, alright," Tommy curses, "I'm planning to make our betting business legal,"

"How?"

"Taking the pichs from Kimber,"

"From Billy Kimber? Have you gone mad? He's gonna blow our brains-"

"Now, I know that, you gotta trust me,"

"Kimber is fucking dangerous, Tommy,"

"I know, I won't go head to head with him now, I have a plan to take him down,"

"Hm," she worryingly sighs, "is there something I can do?"

"You can put your ring back on,"

"I will if you promise me something,"

"What?"

"Let's make a deal, alright?" she cups his face, "You'll talk to me, even if it's only a few words, you'll let me know of all your plans and you'll spend more time in bed with me,"

"Fucking or sleeping?" Tommy teases.

"Both," she smiles, then purses her lips before approaching a delicate subject, "I know of the nightmares, I'd rather you wake me up to keep you company instead of just leaving the bed,"

"...I thought you'd complain about my plan," Tommy prefers to avoid talking about his nightly struggles.

"I'm worried, yeah, but honestly, I can't see any other way of moving up in the world,"

"How ambitious of you," he jokes.

"So we have a deal?"

"Deal,"

[mxpseudonym]

Mx's Gender Neutral and Queer Fics

Note: While any character I write is probably at least bisexual in my head, this is a list of explicitly stated queer pairings.

3.9.22: At first I was going to just put GN and Q next to the relevant stories, but then I realized I was making femme-coded stories the default. That's something we do constantly in fandoms, which I already know, but this just made me realize how much I personally want to do better at not upholding that. My systems not perfect, but all stories show pronouns used for the reader, so there's no default.

Ada

> A Little Lipstick To Sell The Look (Q) (she/her pronouns) Cis woman reader dresses masculinely for work, and Ada approves.

> Ada Is Just Perfect (Q) (she/her pronouns) Ada and Reader meet working at the library. The 1920′s gays amirite ladies?

> Familiar Terrain** (Q, GN) Ada’s visiting from the US and there are some things she’s missed that she can’t get anywhere else.

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Alfie

> Hungry For It** (GN) - You finally coax Alfie into letting you please him like this, and you’re not going to let him hold back.

> Water Your Plants (platonic) (GN) - Alfie makes his friend join him carrying out his doctor’s suggestions.

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Arthur

> Paying For Haircuts (GN) Cute, domestic, plotless, haircutting moment

> A Good Man, Maybe (GN) Just a lil somethin’ for Arthur, Ace friendly

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Michael Gray and Isiah Jesus

> Three Musketeers (Michael x Reader x Isiah) ** - Isiah makes a saucy proposal, Michael agrees for once, and you can’t help but go along.

*Though this is a threesome, Isiah and Michael have an established relationship outside of your relationship with them

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Polly

> A Woman Like You (Q) (she/her pronouns) Polly works through the seeds of doubt planted by Tommy with her new love.

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Tommy

Tommy x Reader

> Bad Habits; or, To all the bad habits you pray you’ll never break (GN) - You and Tommy both have bad habits, including each other.

> Happy Birthday… Eventually (GN) - To your dismay, Tommy is both private and stubborn

> Magic Trick (GN) You’re quite perceptive when it comes to Tommy's fixation with Grace.

> Socks and Scarves and Jumpers, oh my! (GN, Q) - Despite it being Spring, Tommy’s winter socks have still fallen victim to your quest for warmth.

> You’re not a mindreader…right? (GN) - Can you or can you not read Tommy’s mind, that is the question.

> Worth The Fall (GN) - Tommy tries to charm the one person who seems the least interested.

> Catching On (GN) Tommy… he’s tryin’ y’all, but you're aloof as fuck.

> Falling in Love Isn’t Fair (GN) You're in love with Tommy Shelby. You're also married to someone else. Tommy can fix that, easy.

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Tommy OCs

> Too Easy (Tommy x Luke) (Q) - Tommy's best friend and business partner has Tommy's love, loyalty, and lots of special treatment

> One Bad Day (Tommy x Jack) (Q) - Jack would be dead if the tables were turned, and he’d done what Tommy did to him.

> Too Many Questions (Tommy x Jack) (Q) - Tommy finds himself in need of first aid, so he turns up at his frenemy's guest house. The one he isn't supposed to know about. Also, Jack is hot and cocky.

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Drunk on Your Love

Part 3

What was originally supposed to be a one shot turned into multiple parts.

No characters or images are mine, my own headcanon, solely meant for enjoyment. Season 1 era

Arthur Shelby x reader

Ask is always open!

Masterlist here

@epicwaterlemon​ @kquietgirl

    Arthur didn’t leave until late, and Polly made sure to mention that he didn’t get home until late.

“He stayed for dinner, we talked, then he went home. I don't understand why it is a big deal”  You pretended to be confident but you knew Polly could see right through you.

“Because it is a big deal.  Did you talk to him yet?”

“No, and I don’t want to, honestly.”  Knowing she was referring to something much bigger. “I don’t want to ruin the friendship we have finally established.”

“You will ruin it by dancing around the bush.  You can’t do it forever,” she warned.

“But I like this place we are in.”

“No you don’t.  You like the attention that the man you love is giving you.  But you can’t keep pretending it is all okay, eventually you will have to admit your feelings to him.”

“That is ridiculous, I don't have to admit anything.”  You said indignantly.

“Of course you do and you know all the reasons why.”  She got up to kiss your head and left.  You hated when she was right-which was all the time.

      The next day, you walked to the meeting half asleep.  You didn’t get much sleep having Polly’s words haunt your mind.  You knew you would have to say something and hope, at the least, that you wouldn’t get fired.  Maybe the shop would need a bookie, he was hardly at the shop anymore so there was less chance of running into you.  But a part of you hoped for the insane, that he may love you back.

“Good morning Y/N”  John said, as always.

“Good morning John.  I have to ask, how do you always manage to be one of the first to the meeting, when you have four kids at home?”  He smirked.

“That is exactly why I am here first”  You let out a little laugh.

“John stop flirting with my best bookie” Arthur winked at you.  This caused your stomach to flip.  You were awake now.

“Oh come on brother,  even if I was flirting, any woman, not just Y/N, wouldn’t want someone with four kids”  He always seemed defeated by this topic.

“I don’t know John, I think you are underestimating it.  You will find some woman who will be happy to be a mother to your kids and love you very much.  I firmly believe this.”  And you did.  There was no reason to not believe it.

“Well if I don’t you will marry me right Y/N?”  John joked.  Arthur stiffened.  You knew it was a joke so you played along.

“I don’t know John, better buy me dinner first so I can think about it.”

“Done.  What are you doing tonight?”  You laughed but before you could reply Arthur cut in.

“You are not taking her, John boy.  Where would I be without my best girl?  The Garrison couldn’t handle the loss.”  You couldn’t help but hope the Garrison was code for himself.  Unfortunately you knew better.  Anything that happened lately was all a good dream.

“Alright down to business”  Tommy said not five minutes later.  He lit a cigarette.  We need to go to London to make ourselves known.  Billy Kimber hasn’t heard of us, and I have a plan for him but first we need to make our presence known. And the best way to do that is with a distraction.”

“What kind of distraction?”  Polly asked, but in such a tone she knew and didn’t like it.

“The most effective way to get a man’s attention Pol.  With a woman.”

“No.  You are not taking her.”  Polly said.

“I think she should be able to decide for herself.”  Tommy said.

“Who are you talking about, Tommy?”  Ada asked.

“I’m talking about Y/N”  He said without breaking eye contact with you.  You were stunned.  

“No, you are not taking her to London.”  Arthur said.  “They are not good men and I don’t want anything to happen to her; she is too good for that.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, you will be protected.”  Tommy said still not breaking eye contact.

“What is it you need me to do Tommy?”  You wanted to be perfectly clear what was expected before you gave an answer.

“Come to dinner, with John, Arthur and myself, and dance, but mostly sit and look pretty.”  You considered it for half a minute.

“I don’t want anyone copping a feel Tommy, otherwise sitting I can do.  Looking pretty I am not so sure about.”  You answered.  A few snickers.  Tommy smirked.

“You will look pretty, don't worry.  You are a pretty girl which is why you are my first choice, regardless of the fact that the family can trust you with our lives.”  You knew he meant it and that meant everything because he isn’t one to praise people especially if he doesn’t mean it. “As for ‘copping a feel’ as you say, I will do my best but when I say dancing, I don’t mean with us but I promise I won’t put you in danger.”

“Okay then.”  You said.  How could you say no?  Besides, you trusted them with everything as well.

“That’s it?  Are you kidding?  No you aren’t going.”  Arthur said.

“Yes, she is Arthur.  She made her choice.”  Polly said kindly.  He huffed and left the room.

“Y/N, we will talk more later, but we are leaving Friday.”  With that, the meeting ended and you left the way Arthur did, knowing he probably went to the Garrison. 

You walked up to his office door, and knocked quietly.  Some muttering.  You knocked again.  From inside the door you heard,

“I don’t want to talk, Pol”  You could tell it was a controlled response.  He was getting a little better recently and you had mentioned it to him at one vulnerable night.

“You don’t want to talk to anyone or just Polly?”  You asked. Shuffling then the door flew open.

“Come in, Y/N.”  He said, going to sit back on his chair.  You sat near him on the desk and crossed your arms.  You just stared at him for a moment.  He leaned back and wiped his hand over his face.

“Arthur, tell me specifically why you don’t want me to go.”  You asked him directly.  He looked up and let out a long sigh.

“I don’t want you to be in the middle of this mess.”

“I’ve been in the middle of this mess since before you boys left for war, and I will be in the middle of it until I’m gone.”  You said it without regret, without malice.  You said it as fact because it was.

“I want you to have better.  You deserve better than this.”  He took both your hands in his.  You loved the feeling of your hands in his.  They were warm, rough and calloused, but they felt so safe.  You hadn’t felt his hands on you in such a tender way before.

“But Arthur, I don’t want better, I want-”  And you stopped.  You almost let it slip.  His head perked up.  He then stood up, without letting go of your hands, then stepped impossibly close to you.  Your breath hitched.

“What is it you want, Y/N?”  He said it in a low voice.  You didn’t respond, just breathed him in.  “Hmm?  You can tell me”  He said, his breath you could feel on your face.

“I can’t” You whispered.

“Why not?”  He looked in your eyes, almost pleading.

“Because I can’t have it.”  Your voice cracked.  You wanted nothing more than to lean forward to kiss him.  You were so close it would be so easy.

“Why can’t you have it?”  He caressed your face and you closed your eyes, a tear slipping down your face.

“I think you know why.”  You whispered.

“I need to hear you say it.”  He said, tilting your chin back up.  You took a deep breath, and put your hand over his on your face.  His other hand wrapped firmly around your waste.

“I can’t have it, Arthur, because you don’t want me back.”  There you said it.  You said how you felt almost explicitly but even sweet Arthur could pick up on it.  He let out a sharp breath.

“Is that what you think?”  He asked, almost hurt.

“Arthur, I have loved you since I was still in ribbons.  I first loved coming to your house not for your brothers and to play, I came because I wanted to see you.  I know you never saw me that way, you used to tug on my braids.  But Arthur, I was just a child and once I grew up those feelings only grew.  And they haven’t left, I don’t think they ever will even if I try.  And I have tried.”  You stopped, you got choked up and the look he was giving you was so intense you felt like you might start on fire.  Another tear fell down your cheek.  You knew you might as well finish.

“I love you so much Arthur.  I don’t expect you to say it back. I just ask that you can forget it, but I had to say something because I can’t hold it in anymore.”  He just stared at you and you would give anything to know what he was thinking.  A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

“Arthur, boss?  I need you out here for a moment.”  It was Harry, curse him.  You let out a shaky breath.

“Saved from rejection,”  You tried to joke but you knew it as the truth.  You pulled his hand from your face and it felt like it was being ripped away from you.

“Y/N I-”  you shook your head.

“Don’t Arthur.  There is no need, really.  I don’t need to hear the kind words you want to say to reject me.  Trust me, I know.  I have known it was just my own feelings and projections since I was six years old.  Really, it’s okay.  It will be, anyway.”  You gave him the best smile you could muster, which wasn’t much.  You put your hand on his chest and he quickly put his hand on yours.  You nodded your head, and lightly pushed him away from you.

“He will be right out Harry,”  You called.  Somehow you managed to control your voice.  You walked to the door, but Arthur held firm.

“We are not done Y/N” He said.  You couldn’t look at him.

“Of course not, you are stuck with me through Friday.  Then you can do whatever you need.”  He let you go, and you opened the door and walked out.  You mustered up the strength you had left, walked home, and tried to figure out a game plan to make it through Friday dinner and more importantly, dinner with Arthur nearby.

[hewhofightsbythesword]

scotch or irish? tommy shelby x reader

warning/s: underage drinking, swearing, violence, and slight smut

 inspired by disco pigs (2001) 

A/N: I was really high when I came up this idea. Even wrote it while I was high, but I couldn’t find it the next mirning. Wasn’t sure if I really wrote it or if it was a dream. Either way, it’s here lol After like two weeks. Sowwyy 

Tommy and y/n. y/n and Tommy. For as long as the pair can remember, that’s the way it has always been. Born only a few months apart, the two created an instant bond so strong that Aunt Polly said it would transcend through many lifetimes. And of course, Aunt Polly was never wrong in the matters of the heart. This was a friendship full of heart, romantic and platonic love for there was not one without the rest. Tommy’s mother would say to Polly, “That boy... it’s his cleverness that’ll kill him.” Martha found herself confiding in her more, so she continued, “As long as Tommy and y/n have each other... I am not worried.” And everyone knew. Everyone except Tommy and y/n.

The two had very similar minds. What one was thinking, the other was already mentally processing and vice versa. It would be almost adorable if it wasn’t so weird, as Arthur Sr. would call it. It was only weird because they were so smart. Against everybody else (even Polly at times, although she would never admit it), they were always two steps ahead.

From a young age the two understood their natural connection. For example, at the age of seven, Tommy and y/n planned to swear a vow of silence together that was planned to last a total of ten days. At first, y/n was met with slight worry from Tommy.

“We need code names! What should I call you if I need you?”

“You won’t have to need me, silly. That’s the whole point! I will already know, and so will you.” The logic was missing. They were both aware of this but none cared.

The goal was set for ten days. Not a single word was uttered between the kids or anyone else for that matter, aggravating the living hell out of those around them, especially Arthur who would’ve done anything to be a part of the joke. However, by day five, y/n broke the vow, rushing her feet as fast as they allowed a few houses down on Watery Lane.

That day she had heard a few of the older Lee boys, around Arthur’s age, speaking down on the Gypsy Shelby’s. y/n just had to tell Tommy or she was sure she would burst. It was also on day five Tommy came to two realizations: (1) He too would break their vow of silence. There was nothing worth doing if it meant he couldn’t do it with the person who understood him the most. (2) Tommy decided that same day that y/n, in her own right, was a Shelby too.

“Shelby,” he whispers to himself, only for him to hear.

At age 15, y/n was able to convince Tommy to steal a bottle of whiskey from the local pub. Her little hands shoved a piece of a paper with instructions in his direction. “Meet me here,” was all she told him with big eyes before he could even get a word in, running back to whatever held her short attention span. Unfolding the paper, Tommy could see a drawn out map of where to find the only girl who could keep young Tommy on his toes.

If anyone asked him, he would tell them all this was something he had to do. Many nights Arthur and Tommy had to go in all hours of the night looking for their father in pubs. One night in a drunken haze, Arthur Sr. takes his second born by the shoulders, causing him to be dragged onto the floor next to his father. He takes his boy by the face, shaking it a few times to show how serious he was trying to be.

“A man is meant to provide, always. Be a man, Thomas.”

y/n asked and Tommy planned to provide.

Seeing the large “X” marking the destination, it matched the location right before Tommy’s eyes. It was a beautiful far away, empty place from Watery Lane with lots of surrounding nature. It had just finished raining. y/n always did like the way the rain made the earth smell.

She notices her friend right away and runs up to him. y/n takes him by the hand. “I found my favorite tree here. Come on,” she says very nonchalantly.

Tommy shakes his head behind her. “Of course you did, Shelby. Of course you did.”

y/n often thought the world moved too slow for her liking. She always liked to be out and about. Always wild, never to be tamed. She figures that’s why she likes the Shelby’s so much. She was blessed to find a family early in her life that matched her soul. Except, she knows why she likes Tommy so much. He liked to be wild too. He moved just as fast as y/n, and he thought just as fast as her. So there was no doubt in her mind once she tasked her best friend with the alcohol that he'd deliver.

“I just took the first one I saw and ran like hell.” He presents y/n the bottle.

“Scotch whiskey,” y/n reads the label out loud before opening it. Tommy at this point began to see the trouble that she carried within her starting to stir. Confirming this intuitive feeling, y/n goes to make a quick toast like the kind she has seen her father make with Tommy’s. “To your Aunt Pol who would kill you if she ever knew, Thomas Shelby,” she groans out as she takes the first large swing with the most confidence. Even from when they were children, Tommy always wondered how so much confidence could fit in such a small body.

He takes the bottle from her to mimic her actions. “To my Aunt Polly who will find out by the week’s end.” They both laugh before Tommy takes his sip, but when he does, he takes it differently than y/n. “What the fuck, y/n. How can you even drink that shit?” He spits and coughs as he attempts to recover.

“What? I like it.” She shrugs while going for another.

At age 18, Tommy realized he loved y/n. By the time Tommy turned eighteen, it came to no surprise to anyone that he was already turning out to be a ladies man. Girls turning into young women were quick to notice his dark hair and hypnotic blue eyes. He was different than any of the factory worker boys that took after their fathers. He was ambitious. He wanted more to life than what dirty old Birmingham could offer, and the young women knew this so in some way, it even made it seem okay that his last name was Shelby. Almost as if Tommy was being pardoned for being a Shelby. And he hated that feeling.

y/n never made Tommy feel that way. She was always the first and the last one to defend her friend since birth. Crowned by Tommy all those years ago, she was Shelby. What else could have made her break her vow with Tommy all those years ago? Tommy didn’t realize exactly what he was realizing at the time. How could he? They were kids being kids. He couldn’t have known it was loyalty. If it wasn’t clear to Tommy then, it was now.

“You need to get out of here. Go get Arthur and John. This is no place for a woman,” Tommy warns y/n one night out, sensing trouble.

The two found themselves cornered by a group of boys around their age. The Peaky Blinders were gaining respect, notoriety, and fear from those around them. Things were changing for the Shelby’s, but not everyone agreed. Most certainly not the three boys looking for a fight. “Run!”

“No!” She hisses back. She tightens her fist and holds them up.

“There is no fucking way I’m letting you do this.”

“Either I leave to get the boys and we come back to your half-dead body, if we’re lucky or I stay and fight and we may actually win this.” Truth be told, y/n wished she could listen to Tommy and go get his brothers. But more than the fear she felt for herself, it was tenfold for Tommy.

“Damn you, Shelby.” he tells her as the fight breaks out.

No words were exchanged on the walk to The Garrison. It seemed like all of the day’s events were forcing Tommy to think about the vow they made when they were seven. Only this time, Tommy could see the logic she proposed. He did know what she was thinking because he was so sure she was thinking the same as him.

“Whiskey, Harry,” was all Tommy said, not bothering to spare the man a glance. y/n goes to sit at a table like they always do but was stopped by Tommy. He latches onto her hand, careful with the cuts and bruises that were beginning to form. “No,” he tells her, “We’ll be in the snug.” And no one protested. They may have wanted to but at the sight of blood on their clothes and on his razor blade, no one dared to speak out against the Blinder.

Not long after Harry delivers two glasses of whiskey through the snug’s window. “Give the toast, Shelby,” he gives the cup to y/n.

Her eyes never leave his. Even with exhaustion hijacking them, y/n could not name a more beautiful sight. “To you, Tommy. To the best and worst pal in the world.”

In his state of shock, Tommy failed to clink their glasses together, so y/n did it. The sound pulls him out of his own swirling thoughts, and they down their drink in an instant. Like the siamese twins they are, a look of disgust and twinge of horror overtake their faces.

“Scotch.”

“Irish.”

They both spit out like venom but were quick to laugh it off. “You gave me the wrong cup, Thomas!”

“Hey, come on now. I’m still Tommy. I’m just a bloody idiot for not knowing the difference.”

Only a few moments later, the laughing winds down a bit. The atmosphere still remains light only to be shattered. “Why don’t you love me?” He blurts out to y/n. “Like the way I love you?”

y/n’s content smile never falters. “I believe you have been too busy to notice me, Tommy. I’ve been right here. Because if you would have just asked, I would’ve said I loved you too. And I do... love you too.”

He smiles at her. “The best and worst pal in the world.”

y/n could feel her heart begin to hammer against her chest. She no longer felt like she was sitting down but floating. With the adrenaline from the fight gone, she should have been able to feel her wounds mark their place on her skin. But that’s not true. All she could feel was a warm, tight feeling in her chest. The boy she loved, loved her back. And no amount of irish whiskey could ever compare.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my whole heart.”

Tommy’s eyes searched y/n’s for any trace of hesitance or fraud but found none. All he could see were the eyes of the girl he loved the most. And most importantly, the girl loved him back.

He stands up to speak to Harry through the snug’s window and comes back shortly after. “Come here, Shelby.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to kiss the only girl in all of Small Heath that I love.” At that, y/n had no protests.

Their kiss was nothing less of what the two expected. It wasn't awkward. Nerve wracking, sure, but not awkward. Many nights y/n dreamt about this very moment. She dreamt how Tommy’s lips would feel against hers. She often wondered what kind of lover he was. And now she knows, leaving her with no more thoughts to wonder about.

She is the first one to pull away. “I have loved you since we were seven and you called me “Shelby” for the first time.” She places desperate kisses onto his lips, cheeks, and neck. Anywhere they would fall, really, leaving traces of pure love behind.

Tommy feels like he is starting to lose control once her pillow soft lips attack his neck. “Tell me again, y/n. Let me hear you.”

“I love you,” She reminds him in between her kisses.

“Shelby... if you keep doing that, I’m not sure how much gentleman will be left in me.”

She looks up from the spot on his neck she was loving on, having found his sweet spot. “This one? Right here?” She asks, feigning innocence as she lightly bites down. When she hears his soft moan, her tongue laps at the spot relieving it only to finish off with a few kisses.

Before the last one can even land, Tommy’s hand finds her neck to take control once more. He doesn’t squeeze nor does he have a rough hold. He merely wraps his fingers around the neck he will one day dress in the biggest jewels. Tommy guides y/n to the edge of the table and pushes her to lay on it.

“Here, Tommy?” She giggles watching her best friends crawl on top of her

He shushes her with more wet kisses. “No one will come in. It’s just me and you.” His hands caress, squeeze, and tease whatever he can.

“It’s yours, Tommy, my heart. It’s all yours.”

He wraps his hand under her hair that was sprawled over the table into a makeshift ponytail. “Mine,” he proves when he finally feels all of her. His eyes never hers, wanting to sear the memory of the exact moment she became his. Pain overtakes her face but her hands on his lower back right above his ass lets him know she was okay. After a while, y/n signals Tommy to start moving once more and pain starts to transform into a pleasure y/n never thought was possible.

All the sounds the two were making were sure to be drowned out by the ruckus made by the drunk men just outside the snug. Tommy was sure to tell Harry that no one else was allowed in under any circumstances. In his moment of euphoria, Tommy was ready to wet his razor blade for the second time that night should anyone dare barge in and take a look at what belonged to him.

This wasn’t Tommy’s first time but it was the first time he realized all what sex could be. All the men in his life were wrong. He was wrong. It didn’t have to be all what they said it should. All he ever needed was y/n. Now that he had her, he had no intention of ever letting go.

Basking in the momentary afterglow of his best orgasm, he says, “You know what, Shelby? I don’t think I mind scotch whiskey all that much anymore,” his thumb traces y/n lower lip, even getting it slightly moist, “Not when the taste comes from your lips. My lips.”

[moral-turpitudes]

Reap What You Sow:

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Sight Mentions of Blood/Gore, Fluff.

Word Count: 3,273

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: Anon, you can find it here.

Summary: Y/N is accused of stealing a check from the company, resulting in her being fired. But only after a tense situation, does her boss and longtime crush Thomas find out the truth.

It was nearing midnight as Y/N walked through the shop, her heels clicking on the uneven wooden floors as Linda finished the nights paperwork, a nervous look on her face as she shuffled them away.

Y/N paid no mind as she sat down at her desk near Thomas’ office. Tapping her pen nervously as she glanced at her wristwatch. They were supposed to be here by now. All of the Shelby brothers were supposed to be shouting and running through the shops still high on their victory against one of the other gangs in town. They were supposed to be sighing in relief and pouring the boys drinks, but only silence ensued as Linda crept towards the company safe which she’d sneakily found the combination to while going through Y/N’s desk one night. With a quick movement, she unlocked the heavy door, yanking it open and rifling through the stack of blank checks and tearing off a slip.

“Are you alright Linda? Do you need help?” Y/N asked as she saw her walk quickly back to her seat.

“I’m fine, just had to move around the shop a bit. Nerves right?” She said while fiddling with the slip of paper hidden in her hand, out of sight from her curious coworker.

“Yeah, I understand. They should be back by now. I don’t know where they are, but I’m sure Arthur will go straight to you when he arrives though.” She said with a small smile.

Linda nodded and quickly wrote the check out, shoving it in her purse before giving Y/N a small stack of papers.

“I’m going to run a letter to the mail, I’ll be back.” She said, walking out the door before Y/N could speak.

“Weird.” She mumbled to herself as she went back to going through the papers Linda handed her, all ones Thomas needed to sign-off on in the morning.

The cold air crept through Linda’s dress as she walked with her arms clutched around her to keep warm, the mailbox just in her sights as she remembered what she had to do.

“I’ll pay you if you keep quite about us alright love? It’ll only upset Arthur if he finds out. It could ruin our chances of being together if he’s not dealt with.” She’d said to her lover the night before Thomas’ plan went into effect. Tonight they were planning to take down a troublesome gang that strolled into town, but they were none the wiser to who she’d been fooling around with right under Arthur’s nose. The man was one of the gangs hit men, with the precise instruction from Linda to take Arthur out so she could run off with him instead.

The car nearby sent a shiver down Linda’s spine as she dropped the check into the mailbox, hoping it would all be over soon with no one suspecting her. She even used a blank check thinking no one could trace it, but little did she know just how well Shelby Company Limited kept their finances. As the car neared, she hoped Arthur wasn’t inside, meaning her plan had worked and her payment would be sent. But only time would tell.

With quick steps she went back into the shop, seeing Y/N walking out of Thomas’ office as she’d placed the remaining paperwork on his desk.

“Did ya find it okay? I thought you’d left for the night.” Y/N said.

“Everything is fine Y/N. Were you able to get those papers sorted?” She asked, changing the subject as the boys walked through door looking worse for wear.

“Yes.” Y/N answered quickly as she followed Linda’s wide-eyed gaze to the front door.

“Y/N go get the first aid kit. Now!” Thomas demanded as he sat Arthur down in a nearby chair, John helping unbutton his shirt as Finn grabbed the whiskey from Thomas’ office.

“Drink up brother this is going to hurt.” Finn said, holding the bottle to his lips as he chugged the brown liquid.

“My god what happened?” Y/N heard Linda ask as she gathered the first aid kit with shaking hands.

“Those fuckers shot me, one of the fellows almost shot me in the head damn near.” Arthur said through gritted teeth as Thomas looked at the gunshot wound to his abdomen.

“Here Tom.” Y/N said quickly, handing him the kit and crouching near Arthur to hold his hand that Linda was surprisingly not holding.

“It’ll be alright, deep breaths.” Y/N said squeezing his hand a bit to take his mind off Thomas extracting the bullet.

The room filled with Arthur’s shouts of agony as Thomas worked to dislodge it, his blood spurting out every so often from the movements of the tools.

“Linda are you alright?” John asked as he saw her face turn pale. He was holding Arthur back and helpless at the point.

“Yeah. Arthur? Love? It’s me. I want to stay but I’ll be no use on the floor. I’ll go home to be get things ready for you. Stay strong love.” She said quickly, her face sparkling with sweat as she fought back nausea from the sight of her almost ex-husbands blood. A panicked feeling shooting through her veins as she realized her plan was falling apart.

“Oh alright, just go!” He shouted drunkenly as he grew frustrated at the situation. His mind trying to piece together why he was targeted out of all of them as Thomas stopped the bleeding and stitched him up.

“I don’t know Tom, I don’t know why they aimed at me....why he aimed at me I don’t know....” He said, drifting off as he grew tired from the ordeal.

“It’s alright we’ll figure it out in the morning.” Thomas said, helping his brother up as John got the door and helped him into the car.

“Where’s John taking him?” Y/N asked, wiping her hands on her dress as she stared at the bloody mess on the floor.

“Home. He can rest there more than here. Thank you for looking after the shop with Linda.” He said, going to clean up the mess.

“It’s no problem Tommy. Here I can clean that...if you need a moment to rest.” She said, grabbing a cloth near her and dousing it in some of the whiskey.

Thomas stepped back as she wiped the rest of the blood away, her hair falling out of its loose bun as she ringed the last of the blood off the towel and into the small pail that contained the bullet.

“Are you hurt or anything?” She asked, her heart racing as she realized he’d been staring.

“Just a few scratches. Don’t worry about it love.” He said, lighting a cigarette and staring into her eyes. Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up as she looked back towards her desk, the old butterflies she’d had tucked away for the man resurfacing as of late.

“Well if everything’s done here, am I free to go?” She asked.

“Mhmm.” He said, walking towards his office as she gathered her things. His mind racing with why his brother was shot out of all of them. If anything he thought he would’ve been the first on their hit list.

“I’ve left the paperwork from today on your desk if you feel like signing them. Goodnight Tommy.” She said giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, good night love.” He said, his lips turning up slightly as he watched her walking out the door.

The next morning, Michael had came into his office urgently, with a stack of checks in his hand.

“One of them are missing Tom. Wasn’t me but it was recent. I can tell because we just wrote one today and the one before it is gone. See.” He said showing him the checkbook and where the sequence of numbers hadn’t lined up.

“Well who the fuck stole a company check then aye? Only three people know the code and that’s you, Polly, and Y/N.” He said, his heart aching at the thought of her doing something like that when he already paid her more than she’d expected.

“You want me to call a meeting?” Michael asked, rubbing a tired hand over his face.

“Yeah. Whoever did that probably knows about Arthur.” He said, his suspicion growing from last nights events.

“What’s wrong?” Polly asked as they all sat around the large table in the betting room.

“I have reasons to suspect someone has stolen a check from the company. Maybe used it to pay off someone perhaps.” He said, his eyes darting to everyone. Linda looked tired and Arthur sat near her with a pained expression.

“Would any one of you happen to know who it was? It was recent.” He said, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The smoke filling the room almost as heavily as the tension.

“It wasn’t Michael or I.” Polly said, shaking her head.

“Y/N...do you know anything about this?” Thomas asked, his eyes much more serious than last night. They were frightening in the way they bore into her soul despite her not knowing what was going on.

“No. I haven’t got a clue Tommy.” She said, holding his gaze as her heart raced.

“Linda...you were also here last night. Do you know?” He asked looking at her with the same calculating eyes.

“No. All I remember is I stepped out for a moment to send off one of your letters and to catch some air before you all arrived.” She said.

“And Y/N was the only one at the shop during that time?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said, her eyes squinting slightly at the poor woman who hadn’t done a thing wrong the whole time she’d been there.

“Look, Tommy I-“ Y/N started to say before he interrupted her in a harsh tone.

“I don’t know why you stole it, but somehow my brother was shot the same night and you were the last person I saw in the shop. You were also the only person there while Linda was away. I have no other choice but to fire you, Y/N. Get your things and go.” He said. Y/N’s face paled and her eyes brimmed with tears as she silently left the room. She averted her gaze from everyone, instead looking at the floor as she packed her things and went out the door, thinking she’d never return to the shop again.

She tried to defend herself somewhat, knowing she didn’t have anything to do with what happened. But none of her words would speak sense into him right now. He was too quick to make judgements, but she wasn’t prepared for him to hurt her like he just did. She felt her body trembling and growing warmer as she slammed her car door shut, the sheer embarrassment and anger rising in her as she made her way home.

As the day drug on, Thomas searched with Michael for the check, calling post offices and banks to see where it could have been sent and who had written it.

“It was picked up this morning Mr. Shelby. Doesn’t look like your handwriting though. I’ll have it sent to you. You caught it just in time.” The woman said, glancing at the writing on the envelope.

“Alright, thank you ma’am.” He said before hanging up.

“What’d they say aye?” Arthur asked, wincing as he moved about in his chair.

“They’re sending it back. It was almost sent out so we caught it just in time. She mentioned it wasn’t my handwriting.” He said, lighting a cigarette.

“Christ. What’d Linda say aye? Did her letter get sent out? She said it was for a charity.” Arthur asked, remembering she mentioned a letter.

“I’ve never written one to any charities, not recently.” Thomas said as his eyes narrowed.

“What...do you think...Linda stole the check?” Arthur asked quietly, knowing she was right around the corner.

“It’s possible. I know she’s your wife and all but she hasn’t exactly been helpful around here lately. Also it’s not adding up.” He said, his mind racing as he thought about the meeting.

“Christ....so you think she wrote the letter and the check then? They would’ve found the letter.” Arthur said.

“Aye, I think the letter was a ruse. The woman from the post office never found a letter from us. Just the check.” He said.

“Well let’s fookin’ ask her then. I can’t sleep at night knowing me wife’s trying to kill me.” Arthur said, a bit of panic in his voice as he realized she may have put a hit on him.

Over the next hour Thomas and him discussed the possibility of it being her, or it being Y/N. But now all signs were pointing to the short-haired blonde woman who not only had a knack for stealing hearts, but for stealing checks as well as, the mailman handed Thomas the envelope that had cursive handwriting on it. Inside contained a check and a terribly forged signature, along with her distinctive handwriting. Thomas couldn’t help but look out into the evening sky as he realized he’d made the wrong decision once again.

Linda heard her name being called as Thomas stood out his office door after retrieving the mail, the tension in the air seeming to rise as she reluctantly made her way to him.

“I have something to discuss with you and Arthur.” He said, ushering her into his office.

He locked the door behind her and stood in front of it as Linda sat by her husband. His tone more hostile than it had been at the family meeting earlier.

“So Linda...I’ll ask this once again. Did you steal the check?”

Linda looked around the room nervously as Arthur carefully got up and moved towards the door, officially wary of the woman.

Seeing as she had no way out, she sighed. Kissing the dream of running off with her lover goodbye as she knew how this interrogation could go.

“Y-yes I stole the combination from Y/N and snuck in the safe. The check was...to a man.” She said.

“Well it wasn’t to me. Who the fuck was it made out to?” Arthur asked, clinching his fists.

Linda stared at him blankly as a tear fell down her cheek.

“A man named Isaac. He was in-in that gang. I....I’ve been seeing him.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes as he stalked forward.

“You fookin’ what?.... No...You don’t just put a hit out on a Shelby. Especially not on your own fucking husband.” He said angrily as Thomas put a firm hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“I did though, Arthur. I wanted to run off with him. I wanted you gone so it would be easier for me to leave. But I can’t do that now.” She said.

“So you knew I’d be walking into a death trap aye? You could’ve gotten more than me killed.” He spat, leaning against the door.

Linda nodded as she tore her gaze from the man she once thought she loved, guilt and anger taking over as she stood up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Thomas said, watching her reach for the gun on his desk.

“I just want to leave this place.” She said looking at the gun in her hand as she raised it at Thomas.

“If you shoot us, it’ll make it harder to leave. Put the gun down.” He said sternly.

With a sigh, she lowered the gun and placed it on the table. Wiping her tears away with shaking hands as she walked to the door and stared at Arthur angrily. His hurt expression at her confession barely phasing her.

“Arthur...” She said, trying to grab his hand from the doorknob. With a quick movement he gripped her wrist tightly before speaking.

“Fuck you Linda. I’m glad you failed.” He said with a slightly evil smirk.

“What do you mean? He got the check.” She said, not noticing the post had sent it back.

“We got the check and saw it was in your handwriting...we also killed him after he shot me. He won’t need you where he’s going. On the bright side...now you can suffer alone.” He said, as Linda looked angrily at him. Tears streaming down her face silently as he let go of her wrist.

“Linda.” Thomas said, causing her to rip her gaze from her now ex-husband.

“You should get your things together. You’re fired.” He said.

“You can’t do that! What will I do about money? The house?” She asked.

“You should’ve thought about that before you tried to hire someone to kill my brother. Now go.” He said lighting a cigarette and pointing her out the door.

With one last glance, she ran out of the office. The commotion of her gathering all her things making the rest of the company look around nervously as she did a walk of shame out the door with her stuff. Shoving it all in her car and vowing to never come back.

As the company got back to work for the evening, Thomas quickly ran out too, barely uttering a goodbye to Polly before leaving.

“Where are you going at this hour?” She asked, looking up from her papers.

“I made a mistake Pol.” He said.

“I’m not surprised.” She said.

“Excuse me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“At least get the balls to tell her you’re sorry and that ya like her. Maybe bring her some flowers. We could all see it you know.” She said as he rubbed the back of his neck impatiently.

“Anything else to add Pol?” He asked.

“Don’t fire her again. She’s the one good thing that’s happened to this goddamned company.” She said as he nodded and went towards her flat.

When he arrived with flowers in hand, he didn’t expect to see her in such a state. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying. And her hair was unkept as she held a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Why the fuck are you here aye?” She asked, slightly slurring her words.

“It was Linda....Y/N. All along it was her. She didn’t mail a letter, she mailed a check. And that check almost got Arthur killed. I’m uh...sorry for all I did back there.” He said.

“What...did you bring me flowers to cheer me up? Fuck off.” She said before trying to shut the door.

“Wait.” He said, holding his free hand out to hold the door.

“I came here for three reasons alright?” He said.

“Well get to talking because it’s cold.” She said, throwing her cigarette over the steps into the damp ground.

“Alright...I wanted to apologize because I know what I did and you didn’t deserve that. And I wanted to offer you your job back.” He said.

“What’s the third aye? I may be tipsy but I can still count.” She said.

“That I like you. I know I’ve been a real bastard recently but I swear I do.” He said.

“What do you say aye?” He asked, holding the flowers out to her.

“Next time buy me roses. And...I’ll accept your offer, but it’s only because I like you too. Now are we going to stand around here all night or are you coming in?” She asked with a slight smirk.

He smiled for what seemed like the first time in forever, taking his cap off as she grabbed the flowers from him. Leading him inside where they would later spend the rest of the night and many other nights to come.

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I’m like bombarding you with requests but could I by chance get a Peaky blinders and marauders era matchup? Could I have an added one shot maybe?

My pronouns are she/her

I’d like to be shipped with a male

I’m like the biggest loner. i love spending time alone in my own world doing my own thing. I spend way too much time daydreaming. I literally can go from astrophysics to aliens or dark matter to magic in 20 seconds. Reality, we don’t know her.

I can be quite touchy feely and emotional but do everything to hide it. I struggle with my feelings a lot.

i either overthink or don’t think at all there is no in between. one minute I have a set out plan and the next I’m jumping into things randomly. It’s like I’m either super anxious or am pretending my problems dont exist.

my hobbies include creative coding, digital illustrating, weight lifting, watching movies/shows, playing video games, reading fanfic in the dead of night (you know the 4 am fics hit different).

im obsessed with Starbucks vanilla lattes (Ik so basic) and that’s probably the only reason I actually go outside

My style is pretty much the fandom sections at hot topic from 2012 (the chokers, plaid skirts, combat boots and fandom shirts. Bonus if u add knee socks or fishnets💀)

i absolutely hate the cold, small talk, crowds, and social gatherings. I’m super awkward not in the cute uwu way but In the 😐 way.

if it helps in anyways I’m a Slytherin, intp personality type, and true neutral alignment.

Thanks ❤️

Hi dear💖, For the peaky blinders I ship you with:

Arthur Shelby🥃

- He doesn’t get along with most people but for you he gets soft.

- He would relate to you; you might have to calm him from time to time.

- He would gloat about you saying you’re the best thing to happen in his life.

- He would totally beat down any man for you.

- I can see the two of you getting along.

- John might tease you.

- You’re more likely to tell Arthur he’s getting a bit much.

- He does have a drinking problem, so you’ll have to keep an eye on him.

- You would get married by the farm side; you had a family in a cottage together. He has your hair and your eyes.

Oneshot:

Arthur came home one night, he smelt of whiskey and cigars. “Oi y/n ya here dove” he spoke with a heavy accent. Arthur’s wife came up from behind the corner “yeah”, he pulled you in with his lanky arm. “I’ve fookin missed ya y/n” he started to kiss the back of your neck and trailed further to your lips. The man was certainly taller than y/n, sometimes he would sleep with her in the cold mornings. Arthur eventually went off into the kitchen to get some whiskey “ya know tom’s been lookin out for us, I’m gonna make this bloody family proud”.

Y/n listened to her husbands rambling and couldn’t help but tune out often because she had no idea what he was slurring. “Hm that’s great” she replied with a grin.

Everything was peaceful in the household of a gang member and y/n his wife.

For harry potter I ship you with:

Remus lupin🐺

- He would be the type to be a book worm and often stay out of trouble unlike his friends.

- He’s probably one of the top ratings of nicest characters so he would totally become loyal to you.

- You would just need to keep an eye on his werewolf form, he wouldn’t bother you with that.

- There would be times where he doubts himself, but you would show what family truly is.

- You would go on dates in the library or the forbidden forest.

- You would be a part of the order.

- After Hogwarts he proposed to you and you lived in a cottage, your child is human with your hair and his eyes.

Oneshot:

Y/n was rather certain he would be back, it was full moon. It might seem strange but yes, her husband is a werewolf and half the time once a month he had to be away. Y/n knew it was a condition called lycanthropy, however she still couldn’t help but worry. She often hoped he would be home safe. Her child was sleeping while she sat by the fire.

The doorknob slowly swung; y/n could see her husband has returned from his outing. Y/n runs up and hugs him “I’m glad your home” she swore not to leave him. The two loved each other so much that no matter where they were it was blossoming.

“I’ll always be safe y/n, always” he muttered beneath her neck.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨