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#Modern!Tommy Shelby
soleilceirinen · 2 months
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Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
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Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?
Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.
A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!
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Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats. 
At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch. 
Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.
Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.
The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time. 
From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases. 
You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.
"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.
"Cute my balls," he spat.
The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?" 
“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."
You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.
"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.
He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."
You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.
When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table. 
-
You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.
That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.
At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her. 
She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.
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A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.
That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.
After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact. 
You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"
You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.
"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.
Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.
You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."
He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"
"I'm going to get some water."
Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.
"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"
He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"
His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.
"It depends".
"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also,  change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."
He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.
"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.
"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."
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The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily. 
He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.
But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean. 
As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.
This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.
The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.
“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?" 
Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris. 
He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.
'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.
The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa. 
"Eat," he indicated authoritatively. 
He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.
Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.
When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.
"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."
Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.
"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"
"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat. 
"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see  I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"
You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.
Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window. 
He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.
After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal. 
-
When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body. 
Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.
Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction. 
Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.
The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.
"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.
The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"
It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.
The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.
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At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.
You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love. 
Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream. 
You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.
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cillmequick · 1 year
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Merry Christmas darlings! Here’s a little smutty something as my gift to you to say thank you for all the love, support, comments, likes and reblogs on my silly little stories this year 🤍 xxx
Pairing: modern!Tommy x reader
Summary: Tommy has a Christmas gift for his wife that he simply can’t wait to give her 😉
Warnings: SMUT 🔞 Like immediately. Bad language.
Word count: 1496
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Santa Baby
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Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as a moan dragged itself from her throat. Half asleep she felt a large hand push her hips back down on the mattress as a soft tongue teased her clit.
“Wha—” she murmured, running her fingers through the longer part of his dark locks between her legs, her words giving way to a gasp as a thick finger slid into her.
“Wanted to give you your Christmas present,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her pussy as he slowly dragged his finger out, adding a second as he pushed back in. She made a high whine as his fingertips brushed her gspot, a smug smile spreading across his face, his lips shining with her early morning arousal.
“And you couldn’t wait until I was awake?” she laughed, eyes squeezing shut as his lips closed around her swollen clit. “Fuck, Tom…” she gasped as he sucked, picking up the pace with his fingers.
“No,” he said shortly as he released the sensitive bundle with an obscene pop. “Not when you look like that,” he added, sucking a small hickey on the inside of her thigh. He fucking loved marking her as his.
She shook her head at him affectionately - only this man could think she was worth looking at with no make-up and bed hair.
He drove his fingers into her more quickly, nudging the spot that sent lightening crackling under her skin and her thoughts scattered. He moved himself up beside her, keeping pace with his hand whilst he freed her breasts from her small satin camisole with his other, her nipple hardening against his tongue.
He cupped her cheek, slipping his thumb between her lips and she sucked it greedily, making his aching cock twitch against his briefs. Quickly withdrawing it, he crashed his lips against hers, feeling her groan at the taste of herself on his mouth.
“Are you going to cum for me, Y/N?” he mumbled against her mouth, dragging his lips down her neck, grazing her soft skin with his teeth. He stilled his fingers, deep within her and felt her hips rock against him, tiny gasps escaping as she tried to fuck herself on his hand.
“Please…..Tom.. I’m so close,” she stammered, breathing becoming erratic as he loomed over her. She jumped as he ran his thumb over her clit, hands clutching his shoulders. “Pleeease…” she whined, eyes fluttering open to find his blue ones locked on her.
“Look at you, so desperate to cum. Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need, eh?” he said softly, bumping his nose against hers, piercing stare never leaving her eyes as he continued to tease her clit achingly slowly.
She nodded, feeling like she was past words at this point.
“Say it,” he commanded gently.
“Please Tommy, I need your cock,” she moaned, whimpering as he withdrew his fingers, licking them as he pushed down his underwear, his thick length springing up against his stomach, standing to attention. She bit her lip at the sight. She never tired of seeing how hard he got for her, the head already shining with his need.
“Fill me up Santa baby,” she giggled as he ran the tip through her folds, pausing at her wet entrance. He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised in his signature manner. “What? You said this was my Christmas present,” she smiled sweetly.
“And have you been a good girl, eh?” he chuckled, teasing her with just the tip, holding her hips down to stop her pulling him further in.
“Oh absolutely not,” she grinned, feeling the rumble of his laugh under her hands, pressed against his chest. She let out a long breath of contentment as he pushed his way deep into her, stretching her wide. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He held himself above her, foreheads pressed together, moulding his lips with hers intermittently as he gave her slow, deep strokes. He could feel her fluttering around him already, so close to release from his earlier teasing.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered against her ear, running his morning stubble against her neck in the way that drove her wild. He snapped his hips into her faster and felt her unravel, catching her loud moan of his name with his mouth as she scratched her nails down his back.
He fucked her through it, steeling himself against the tight squeeze of her cunt around him. No matter how many times he fucked her, made love to her, it was always somehow like it was the first time. The tight press of her velvet walls making his head spin.
He slipped out of her, chuckling at her indignant whine until she realised he was just changing position. He moved to sit against the headboard, pulling her into his lap, chest to chest as she eased herself back down onto his thick shaft. He let her set the pace, one hand on her hip, the other on the back of her neck, holding her face to face with him.
“Look at me,” he said as her eyes slipped closed at the sensation of him deeper than ever inside her, nudging her gspot with every move. Her eyes flickered open again and she was so close to him, his eyes were like two enormous blue oceans, pulling her in.
She closed the gap between their lips in a searing kiss as he dropped his hands to her ass, holding her still as he fucked up into her hard. She gripped his shoulders, one hand snaking up into his hair, pulling the silky strands without mercy.
He groaned in response, feeling the tightening in his abdomen as his release approached.
“Touch yourself for me, love,” he murmured against her skin. “Want to feel you cum again all over my cock.”
She whimpered at his words, running a hand down her body, pausing to tug her nipples, rolling them between her finger and thumb, moaning at the feeling. He continued to pound into her slick cunt as she pushed back from him slightly so he could watch her part her lips and run her fingers over her sensitive clit.
Almost immediately she was clenching and fluttering around him, his movements growing sloppy at the increased friction she was giving him. He dropped his gaze to her hand, seeing her fingertips moving at speed between her glistening pussy lips.
“Fuck! Tommy, I—” she called, unable to hold herself back from the edge any longer, holding his shoulder in a death grip as she was hit by her shuddering climax. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest as he followed her over the edge, painting her insides white, letting her spasming walls milk him dry.
They stayed still for a moment, catching their breath, both with their heads buried in the other’s neck. He trailed his fingertips lightly up and down her spine and she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
Eventually she sat back, pushing her hair from her eyes, cheeks and chest flushed. She ran her hands along the velvety shaved sides of his head, smiling at him softly.
“Well that’s one way to wake up on Christmas morning,” she smirked, letting him lean in and capture her lips.
“Did you like your present,” he said with a cheeky grin as they parted.
She grinned back, a naughty glint in her eye. “I did. But I hope that’s not my only present, because, and not to be rude or anything darling, but that’s a gift I enjoy all year round.”
“Right well just for that, I’m taking back everything else under the tree,” he retorted, tickling her sides, making her cry with laughter as she wriggled off his lap and tried to get away.
He caught her, pinning her underneath him, dusting kisses over her collarbones and up to her lips.
“Merry Christmas, Tom,” she said softly, bumping her nose against his gently.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he replied, brushing his knuckles over her cheek delicately.
“Muummmmmm! Daaaaaad!” came a shout from outside their door and Tommy quickly pulled the covers back over their bodies as the door flew open and their six year old son came bursting through. “Come on! He’s been!” he yelled, not waiting for a reply as he ran off, thumping down the stairs to the large tree in the living room.
“C’mon Santa, duty calls,” she giggled as Tommy snuck a final kiss before letting her get up.
She pulled on some festive pyjama bottoms and her dressing gown. As she stood in front of the mirror, gathering her hair to tie it up out of the way, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
“If you enjoyed Christmas morning, Mrs Shelby, you should see what I have planned for Christmas night,” he murmured, catching her attention in their reflection, a wicked gleam in his eye.
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Hope you enjoyed! And I hope that whatever you’re up to today/this week you have a wonderful time. Do let me know what you thought, in all the usual ways 🤍 xxx
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garrison-girl-08 · 1 year
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Hi! I’m not sure if you are currently taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write something where Cillian and the reader are both in peaky together and are dating and they go onto a talk show and they’re just being really cute <3
Thank you!
Thank you for the request. I have done a similar one to this. Real Life, (link added) but I wrote a little drabble for you. Hope it's what you wanted. Also, how hot does he look in the gif!
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Butterflies-
Pairing- Cillian Murphy and Reader.
Summary- I wrote this from the perspective, they have been dating for a year. Peaky series three is just about to come out, Y/n plays Tatiana
Sitting back in your chair, you observed your boyfriend next to you. Chatting proudly, about his job. He was so passionate about his work, always giving 100% to his role. Just over a year now, you had been together.
But, it still felt so new and fresh. Your cheeks were actually aching from smiling.
A well accomplished actress in your own rights, you now had a part on Peaky Blinders. That was how your relationship had started. A slow bloom, you liked to think. Cillian asked you out, over and over. But, you thought it was inappropriate whilst working together.
Now a year later, you were deeply in love. And had flown to New York, to be part of the BUILD interview. Then, planned to have a few romantic days together. Christmas shopping, and exploring.
"By season three, do you think we see a different side of Tommy?" Ricky the interviewer asked. Directing his question towards Cillian.
"Oh, erm, he has many sides. He is very complex. He's a good man, who does bad things to a good end," Cillian grinned, as he spoke about his character Tommy.
"And how does your character interact with Tommy?" Ricky asked you. Hiding your small smile, you remembered the sex scenes you had together in the show.
"She is definitely a challenge for him," you spoke confidently. As the writer, Steve laughed. "She has no rules, no values at all really. She does what she wants, when she wants,"
"Yep," Cillian laughed in agreement shifting in his seat, as he subtly touched your leg.
"I personally have watched, the first three episodes," Ricky spoke up, "And I thought you were actually Russian! Your accent is amazing,"
You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, feeling quite flushed. You worked hard on your craft, but often found it hard to take compliments. "Thank you, I actually spent time in Russia, sampling the vodka." you laughed, "Listening to the accents,"
"She's fantastic, quite scary in fact as Tatiana," Steve spoke up. "We tried to get Y/n on the show for months, I think Cillian persuaded her eventually,"
"I did," he nodded with a pout. "I chased her guys, I will admit it,"
The audience laughed, Cillian was usually a very private person. After previously working together on a movie, he had been the driving force for you to appear on Peaky.
"You guys are dating, yes?" Ricky asked. "In real life?"
Cillian took your hand, winking at you. "Yeah, Y/n finally gave in to my demands. I think she was sick of me, asking her,"
"We all were," Steve spoke up, as the audience laughed again. "No doubt Y/n was glad, when she wrapped on the show,"
Cillian and Steve had a brotherly relationship, and loved to tease each other. "Of course that's not true," you spoke up, laughing at Steve. "I wanted to be professional, not to be involved together when we were actually filming,"
"How did you find playing opposite Cillian's character, Tommy?" Ricky asked. "He's a very strong character,"
"Tatiana is a real antagonist, she makes Tommy's head spin." You glanced at Cillian, squeezing his hand. "So I could be as mean as I liked, it was my character," you joked, gaining another laugh.
"Did Y/n make your head spin, Cillian?" Ricky probed, the questions now getting overly personal.
"She gives me butterflies," he responded, to a chorus of "awws" from the audience. "I was like a teenage boy, following her around on set,"
Staring into each other eyes, you both smiled. Excited to spend time with each other, a well deserved break. "A real Peaky Love story, right there," Ricky spoke up, to a round of applause. "Thank you for coming guys, we look forward to the new series,"
As you got back to the dressing room, Cillian pinned you against the door. Kissing you passionately. "What happened to private Mr Murphy?" you teased him, as you pulled away.
"What can I say? I'm in love!" he answered, pulling you in for another kiss.
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look-at-the-soul · 4 months
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The Photoshoot -Peaky Blinders edition
Modern Tommy Shelby x reader (+Alfie)
Summary: Y/N is hired to do a Photoshoot at a pub, but she’ll find much more than just an object to capture.
Word count: 4,500
A/N: I’m practically drooling with the Photoshoot series (for Cillian), so I thought why not give it some kind of twist and create the same magic for the peaky world… my dear @raincoffeeandfandoms this is for you! For your 3K followers celebration 🎉 thank you for being a lovely mutual, for your kindness, for your stories, I’m so grateful that I’ve met you here ✨ps: there are two moodboards as part of this story 🤭
Ps2: if you’re ever to Texas let me know! The bar that’s mentioned in the story is real! And it gave me all the peaky blinders Garrison’s vibe 😍 and brisket is OMG!
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“Look at the numbers brother.” Arthur walked in without knocking first into his brother’s office.
Deep blue orbs hardly looking away from his laptop as Arthur placed the papers with numbers and graphics next to his glass of whiskey.
“Hmm.”
“The place is packed again.” Arthur’s mustache moved up and down as he smiled pleased.
Tommy took the almost consumed cigarette from the ashtray and took a long puff as he ran his eyes across the papers.
“That’s great brother.”
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, two pairs of eyes looked back.
“Arthur, the photographer is downstairs.” Lizzie announced.
“Are you a model now Art?” Tommy cocked an eyebrow.
Arthur giggled nervously, but shook his head. “Finn hired her to get photos of the place for our social media.”
“Fucking social media.” Tommy mumbled to himself, it was all everyone was talking about lately, are you posting that? That’s so asthetic, why didn’t you like my post?… he was so done with that shit.
“But works like a charm, look.” Arthur showed him the screen of his phone, a video of someone making a cocktail and then the door to The Tavern. “We’re getting lots of likes and comments.”
Tommy hummed, he had been listening a lot about this photographer lately and all the fantastic work she was doing with the pub. And now he had to admit curiosity was winning over.
Secretly he had been watching her photography media, the videos she created to give tips and tricks to achieve certain images or effects, she was a natural and had a very sharp eye to find little gems everywhere. It was such a surprise and a treat to see flirty sneak peek she shared about the pub. He was particularly curious about the profile photo of her Instagram account, because her face was hidden behind the camera, he could only see a blurry reflection in a mirror
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An incoming call kept him busy for a while as he was trying to solve a problem with one of the tobacco vendors, a new law affected the price and now he was in the middle of an endless negotiation.
It was until a few hours later when he finally called for the night at the pub and decided to head somewhere else, one look at his phone and he practically had a catalog to choose from, these women weren’t exactly discreet or lady-like…
Placing the peaky cap on his head and he stopped on his tracks as his eyes fixed on the woman holding the camera in front of the bar, her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head with a few loose locks here and there, she adjusted something and a bright light focused on a couple of empty glasses.
He observed her checking the camera angle and she walked again towards the bar to adjust one of the glasses she previously placed.
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After blinking for the flash, she focused on the screen placed at the end of the bar.
Tommy saw her smile forming from the side and felt as if time stopped suddenly.
The petite form moved to the side with the light and tripod close to her and without saying anything, she captured the captain of The Tavern placing an order.
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“Sorry, I wanted to capture your natural essence, without posing.” She announced in a soft tone that had a lot of effects on Tommy. “Look! You’ve a nice profile.”
As she showed Pablo her camera, Tommy saw him smile shyly.
“You make me look good.”
“Can I squeeze in behind the bar? I’d like to get a few shoots of the barrels.”
“Of course.” He winked. “All yours.”
As Pablo moved back, she squeezed uncomfortably between him and the bar, holding her camera above her head.
She removed a piece of cloth to the side and then Tommy saw her do something equally weird and funny, as she closed one eye from different heights, he was fascinated by the way she moved and arched her body to capture the image she wanted. After a few clicks, she kept staring at the small screen in the camera.
“Can I have a pint please?” A deep voice startled her.
Looking from side to side she blinked nervously.
Struggling to find her voice at the bluest eyes of them all staring back at her with a smile. “Sorry, errm I’m just a photographer.”
“Oh! Apologies then, I didn’t see the camera.” Tommy lied leaning closer to the bar and extending his hand to her. “Thomas Shelby.”
“Y/N Y/LN. I better get going and leave you to a real bartender.” She chuckled and the dim light didn’t hide her blush.
“‘S okay… how’s The Photoshoot going?”
“Great! I’m in love with this place.”
“Are you drinking something?” He asked as she walked around the bar to stand in front of him now.
“Just water, I’m in working hours.”
“I’m sure the owner won’t mind a glass.” Tommy winked at her.
“Thank you, but I don’t think it’d be appropriate.”
“A snack then? Have you tried something from the menu yet?” Tommy tried again, raising his hand he called for the closest waiter. “Make sure to provide Y/N with anything she needs please, on the house she’s our guest tonight.”
Y/N gave him a confused look before realizing how he matched the atmosphere of the place in total sync. He belonged there, he owned such an interesting presence, elegant, business-like, a troublemaker. As he nodded, she went back to focus on her task, the one thing that was consistent in her life; her love for photography, to capture an instant, not noticing that Tommy instead of going home to an unknown blonde, stayed close to the bar to see her work.
The following days, Tommy took a moment to step out of his office upstairs once he heard she had arrived, he would casually walk past her and sit in a corner where he could see her working, not wanting to interrupt her in the middle of shooting something at the pub.
Even if it was for a brief moment, they’d engage in a interesting conversation.
Arthur even teased him for leaving his cave for once, oblivious to the real reason behind his actions, he’d just brush it off saying he wanted to see people’s reaction over the drinks and he even made a few adjustments in the music choices that were being played.
But deep down, he was really enjoying seeing Y/N in her element as she kept pressing the shutter.
As she finished another day of photos, she placed the camera strap around her neck, ready to pick up her equipment. Secretly she was looking forward to see certain Shelby brother around.
“Ready to go Miss Y/LN?” A deep voice called.
Y/N turned around to find Tommy in one of the booths.
He stood up slowly, giving her this predator vibe and walked towards the bar, leaving her speechless for an instant.
“Sorry to ask you this, but… would you mind if I take your portrait?”
He never posed for pictures, but there was something about her that made him say yes to anything she asked. So he listened to her guidance and leaning against the bar, he looked at something in the opposite wall.
“Hold it for me…”
Click.
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She didn’t even use the extra light on him, his cheekbones caught it effortlessly, and his eyes… she wanted to make a whole photoshoot for them.
“Yeah, I gotta start editing tonight to put together the work and hand you guys the final version.”
“So you’ll be done with the project?” He asked without hiding the disappointment in his voice, but soon he cleared his throat.
The hostess walked past him, trying to get his attention, but his eyes were fixed on Y/N’s.
“Is there anything you might need to carry on?”
She bit her lip.
“Actually yes, I’d like to get a few shoots of the place without customers, if that’s possible.”
She saw him produce a smile and a nod. “Stop by tomorrow at eleven o’clock before the doors are open to the public.”
“I really appreciate it.” She sighed and threw a quick glance at the place. “The design and vibe makes me go back in time to one of those pubs from back in the day.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to achieve.” Tommy smiled proudly dragging his eyes around the room.
“Well you have good luck, I’m here to capture the beauty of this place and immortalize so more people can know about it.”
“A woman with a strong drive and passion I reckon?” He guessed giving her a nod in approval.
“Photography is one of the rare tools that help us remember someone or something forever.”
She made him remember an ancient photograph he kept of his mother as the most precious treasure he possessed. It was a bit damaged on the edges and the paper was so old and fragile but it still held such sentimental value.
That was all he got left of her.
Sensing she touched a sensitive matter she excused herself to continue photographing the place while he was watching her every move intensely. Canceling the original plans he had for some booty call.
***
Y/N cursed herself for not hiring an assistant for the day to help with the lights, computer and camera, but these days it was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Luckily she wouldn’t be photographing people as they were harder to deal with, barely paid attention to the clothing suggestions she’d made or taking any instructions in general.
“Need a hand with that?” A husky voice called from behind her back, she had been so focused on planning to how get everything in just one round to avoid the stairs twice that she never noticed Tommy had been watching her.
“Hmm…” a blush covered her completely, it was impossible to not being smitten by his presence. “I don’t wanna bother you.”
“None of that, gimme.” He mumbled with the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you.” She smiled but soon it was replaced by a gasp when he took the laptop case and lights from her, his hands covered in leather gloves holding the equipment as it weighed nothing.
Climbing the stairs, Tommy couldn’t stop himself from looking at her bum swaying from side to side as she took the steps, that sweet little thing had a huge impact on him.
“You can leave it here, I’ll set up the lights, thanks again.”
“My pleasure, if you need anything just shout.”
She saw him disappear upstairs and decided to shake her head a little because his cologne was too masculine that it was even intoxicating and her heart was beating so fast.
The place offered her a million different perspectives to shoot, she loved catching the lights of the vintage chandeliers, the details on the booths were absolutely gorgeous, the bar, she was in love with every touch she discovered through her camera lenses.
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Adjusting the height of the tripod, she got a fabulous shoot of the private area with comfortable couches, the oil lamp was a lovely detail that captivated her.
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Time flew, she got carried away with the endless images she was capturing.
With a content sigh, she pressed the shutter one more time, to immortalize part of the table with a Reserved sign, the oil lamp blurred, but the final shoot looked fantastic.
Two things happened simultaneously; her stomach protested for the cup of coffee and the granola bar she eat for breakfast and Tommy emerged from the kitchen.
“Not to hurry you or anything, but are you done there?” Tommy’s voice startled her, she noticed he wasn’t wearing the suit jacket, he had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing his forearms.
“Yeah, got everything I wanted.” She answered adding a lovely smile.
“Good, now.. this way.” He motioned her to follow him and held the door open. “Pictures here are forbidden just a little FYI, specially because you’re about to taste a piece of heaven.”
That’s when she realized he had been working in the kitchen all this time.
“Oh! That sounds promising.”
“It is.” He reassured her. “But I need your honest opinion though.”
Tommy turned around to face the grill again, pressing the sandwich.
“Finn told me he saw you taking photos of a building and asked you to do a shooting for us.”
Y/N studied his back, broad shoulders, the sides and back of his head was shaved sharply, intimidating posture. Yet somehow it was a huge contrast while he was enjoying preparing the food.
“Yes, it was a new condo and I had already done the interior photos, so he photobombed one of my shoots.”
“That’s such a Finn thing to do.” Tommy chuckled. “But I’m glad he did, so now you’re taking care of our media.”
Placing a plate in front of her, he added a separate bowl full of French fries. Her mouth was watering so bad.
“You’re not going to complain about the calories, are you?”
Closing her eyes at the taste, she ran her tongue over her lower lip to remove the crumbs. To Tommy it was a simple gesture that had a different -sexual- effect on him.
“You were right, this is heaven.”
Y/N took a bite of the brisket sandwich and a small satisfied groan escaped her mouth.
“I didn’t see this on the menu last time I was here. It’s so good!”
Tommy cleared his throat while resting his palms on the industrial island.
“That’s because it’s not… yet.” He admitted cutting a piece of the sandwich to eat it. “Been trying to decide if it’s a good addition or not.”
“You definitely have to, it’s amazing!”
There was something about her that pushed him to do this. He thought she could see something else in everything judging by the way she took photographs, to her it wasn’t just a vintage oil lamp, it was the main focus of the shooting.
“Why are you doubting?” She called, making Tommy pull out from his daydream.
“I don’t know if people will like it.”
She noticed the doubt in his eyes and his eyes flashing for a second.
“This is Michelin worth it, trust me.” She admitted taking the rest of the brisket with a fork. “It’s perfect.”
“If it fails you’re the one to blame eh?” He smiled, aching for a cigarette, but it was forbidden in the kitchen.
“I’m sure it will be a success!”
Tommy felt grateful for the encouragement, cooking had been once of his hidden passions and he realized showing it to her could only be because she was special.
“I could bet you anything it’ll get a high demand… if I could I’d have this everyday.”
He wondered if she was always trying to please and compliment people with her comments or if it was out of pity, but after seeing her interacting with the staff, he knew this was a natural and genuine thing for her.
“Well you could if you wanted, love.” He arched one of his eyebrows seductively that made her blush immediately.
Reaching the desire effect, he added a wink.
She felt both excited and scared, because of the meaning behind his words, what he was implying it wasn’t something to take slightly and the alarm started ringing inside her head.
“Guess you say that to every woman that sits in front of you.” She knew how men like him acted all the time.
Tommy was about to answer that no, as a matter of fact he had never cooked for another women. This was a first time for him and he wasn’t even completely aware of what made him do that, he just felt the urge to be close to her.
But he wasn’t able to because Arthur stormed in, interrupting the moment.
Tilting his head, he stared at the crumbs on the plate, to the girl and then to his brother. Confusion written all over his face, he wanted to ask why the hell he ordered the pub to be open later, but judging by Tommy’s eyes, he decided to not do it.
“Oh, sorry about the interruption, brotha.” he made a small reverence and pointed at the door to disappear, but it was enough to break the moment.
“Actually I’ve to go and do some editing, thank you for lunch.” Y/N stammered, giving Tommy a small look back, taking that as her opportunity to leave. A heavy ache pressing her chest.
Arthur looked at his brother from the corner of his eyes. “Wha-?”
“What the hell are you doing here? Thought you had to be out of the city.” Tommy barked, far too annoyed now. “You better keep this to yourself if you want to be on one piece for the holidays.” Tommy warned with an accusing finger before leaving the kitchen.
If someone knew him, it was Arthur. And deep down, Tommy knew all of his effort it wouldn’t go unnoticed by his brother and the huge meaning this had.
“I was just going to say that she’s a fine gurl.” Arthur whispered, hands up in surrender. “And that I think you found the one.”
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“Tommy,” Lizzie poked her head inside his office after knocking the door, he had been starting absently at his screen, “the photographer is here.”
Tommy felt his stomach making a sharp turn at the announcement. He felt torn between wanting to see her one more time and feeling rejected that one time he decided to cook for her.
“Ask Finn to handle that matter.”
Lizzie gave him a deep frown, these past days he was very adamant to be informed once she arrived. “He’s busy with something else.”
“Then ask Arthur. Or take care of it yourself.” Turning off his laptop, Tommy took his wallet and keys to walk out of his office, taking the stairs quickly he rushed past the hall and then the bar, eyeing Y/N siting close to the door.
She went there with two objectives that day, first present her final work to the Shelby brothers and last but not least, find a moment to talk to Tommy about what happened in the kitchen the other day, she had been terrified by the intimate moment they shared over him cooking that delicious sandwich for her, she wanted to explain that she had been hurt in the past and over therapy she had been able to slowly work things around, but the constant fear was in the back of her mind.
He wasn’t going to admit out loud to anyone that the photographer had been on his mind ever since he met her. There was something about her that caught his attention, the way she smiled or the way she saw things through the lenses of her camera.
But she also hurt his fragile ego by rejecting him. So when he was close for her to listen, he pretended to get a phone call. “Yeah Mandy, I’m on my way sweetheart.”
He never noticed the long look she gave him, because if he had, he’d have noticed the way her heart broke into million pieces by listening to his words. So she decided to let him go that day.
And somehow that’s exactly how life is, it’s messy, it goes badly and you meet the right person at the wrong time.
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Y/N nerves started growing with every minute passing at the auction. She decided to donate one of her photographs to raise funds for women in need at a local charity, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it would sell or not.
“You never told me what happened with that Shelly boy.” Flor asked casually as she started eyeing the entrees.
She wanted to get one of each, but her stomach was completely closed and the butterflies in her tummy were out of control.
“It’s Shelby… and nothing happened.” Y/N remembered the photographs she took of The Tavern a couple of months ago now.
“You can’t keep sabotaging yourself!” Flor hissed. “What happened?”
“Look, he had trouble written all over his face, maybe it was for the best.” Y/N brushed it off, or she tried to at least.
“And you let him go why exactly?” Her friend pressed, waving at someone.
“I got scared because he was too much, he was… never mind.” Her voice trailed off. “The auction is about to start, we should move.”
But Flor had a different idea, so she stopped her friend by the arm. “You actually like him! And don’t even try to lie to me.”
“It doesn’t matter how, he’s probably busy with Mindy, Randy… whatever.”
“Maybe it’s not too late… but you gotta stop doing this to yourself, you deserve to be happy.”
“I was still healing and I literally stormed out, he probably doesn’t even remember my name. He just flirted to busy himself.”
Flor shook her head in disbelief. Y/N got the chance to be happy and she decided to hide in the dark too afraid for it to be a reality.
But they were both oblivious that across the gallery, there he was, the man himself staring at Y/N with his eyes fixed on her every move. Realizing that his memory hadn’t made a mistake of remembering her soft features, or the dimples on her cheeks, neither the sparkle of her eyes. As much as he tried, it was impossible to forget about her.
“Tom, it turns out Y/N listed a photograph for the auction.” Arthur informed him in a low voice, he had just his brother to investigate as soon as he found her among the people gathered for the event. She looked more beautiful than he remembered and there it was again, the same force that had been pulling him towards her from the moment they met.
“Buy it.” He stretched his neck to find her walking around, the sequins of her black dress catching the light.
It didn’t matter how much time had passed, there hadn’t been a day or night where he didn’t end up thinking about her, she was stuck in his mind.
“But it’s-”
“Arthur,” Tommy pointed at his brother in a warning tone. “Buy the photograph, I don’t want anyone else getting it.”
“Man you should try this…” John shoved something into his mouth and as a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks, he got a glass of champagne.
“John, I need you to-”
“What the hell are you doin ‘ere?” Alfie’s voice interrupted them.
Arthur found him midway with a huge grin on his face.
“They started whining about the price it might reach, so I doubled the amount.”
“Good.”
And in that very moment he saw someone approaching Y/N’s piece to place a card that could be read as SOLD and a woman walked towards Y/N to let her know her photograph had been bought by someone anonymously. And he’d pay an absurd amount of money anytime to see her reaction again. The shock of her face, her hand flying to her mouth, the small jumps she was making… she looked at the woman next to her and asked her to pinch her arm.
“I thought you’d only send the donation over, mate.” Alfie joined them, giving the Shelby brothers a long look, one of his hands rubbing absently his beard.
“What’s the fun in that Alfie?” Tommy answered, giving Y/N one more look. “Actually I just bought a photograph.”
“You can’t do that, there’s an auction!”
Arthur showed him the cheque he just signed off, enjoying the annoyance in his face, but Alfie’s eyes were fixed somewhere else, Tommy realized that he was looking at the woman standing next to Y/N.
His smile grew even bigger in that moment.
“Tell me this is real!” Y/N squealed squeezing her friends arm.
Turning her head around, and her eyes crossed with Tommy’s, who raised his glass at her. Embarrassment flashed through her eyes, so she took a small step towards him, holding his gaze at all times.
An apology would be a first step.
“You’ve to introduce me to that bearded man.” Flor whispered behind her back, making Y/N chuckle.
As the small group reunited, Y/N felt a blush covering her face.
“Just heard your photography sold, congratulations.” Tommy announced.
“It’s a night full of surprises,” she admitted and then looked at Alfie. “Mr. Solomons, I want to thank you for the opportunity to join the auction.”
“It’s my pleasure dove, now I don’t think we’ve been introduced… Alfie Solomons.” He extended his hand at Flor, whose smile couldn’t be bigger.
And before anyone could react, the pair moved away from the group.
“Y/N and her friend should be present at the next business meeting with Alfie.” Arthur pointed out, then noticing that his brother and Y/N were staring at each other, he waved at John. “Let’s go get a drink.”
“If he makes more brisket let us know!” John shouted over his shoulder.
Tommy rolled his eyes at the comment, but a chuckle escaped his lips.
“I hope you won’t run off this time around.” He raised his eyebrows, half joking, half serious.
A veil of embarrassment and shame covered her. “I’m sorry about that…” she began to explain Tommy how after realizing how attracted she felt towards him, she didn’t knew how to handle her feelings and how much she regretted it, that’s why she came back to try to explain him that, but well, things took another turn.
“It doesn’t matter now.” Tommy assured her as they moved towards the balcony.
“So… shall we start again?” She asked with hope sparkling in her eyes, just like the stars in the background. He nodded.
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” She agreed looking from his eyes to his lips.
“Over a brisket sandwich?”
Y/N nodded, the smile reaching her eyes.
He could take her to any restaurant in the city, the best place out there, but to her seeing him cooking, it mean a lot more than words could explain. And his brisket was to die for.
Finally leaving her fears behind, she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands sneaked around her waist, lips connecting in a kiss they both had been longing since the first time they met.
Mouths molding perfectly against each other, it felt much better than they imagined.
After a moment, they pulled apart, but remained close with a satisfied look in their eyes.
“Good because I was going to call you anyways, I need a photographer for my son’s birthday party.” Tommy explained and captured her lips once more, but now, it was the right moment to start over… and everything thanks to a Photoshoot session.
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Thank you for reading! If you liked this, your feedback means the world to me ✨🥰xx
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moral-terpitude · 1 year
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Quiet Sunday
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Okay Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms, I got carried away with my Moodboard here! But rainy Sundays are my absolute favorite combination! A day with nothing to do, unless you make plans, to otherwise just enjoy a rainy day! Congrats on your 2.2k milestone!
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Sunday.
Out of all the days it was the most looked forward to in the Shelby family. Your portion of it anyway, for vastly different reasons you were sure from Arthur and Linda’s household.
It was the only day that everyone had figured out, after a good tongue lashing or two for stealing Tommy from your company on a Sunday, not to disturb your family.
As you made your way down the hall, a sweatshirt and leggings making you far more decent than the way Tommy left you in bed this morning to fall back asleep and enjoy some peace and quiet, you heard…nothing.
No sound of Frances vacuuming, no video game noises and boys hollering coming from Charlie’s room.
Nothing.
Just silence.
You quickly knocked twice on Tommy’s office door before peeking your head in, loose pieces of hair falling in your face as you waited for him to look up from the papers he was holding.
He looked more relaxed than usual, feet propped on his desk, skimming something for who knows what.
“C’mon then, love.” He nodded as he spoke, messy dark hair still unkept from when he got up, and thankfully for whoever else may have been in the house (had Finn ended up staying last night?), he was dressed in some lounge pants and a tee shirt.
You grinned, letting the door click closed behind you, and he let his feet fall from the desk to give you clearance to crawl into his lap.
“It’s quiet.”
The chuckle reverberated through his chest as he tucked you under his chin, discarding the papers on the desk.
“Rare anymore.” His agreement made a nostalgic feeling stir in your chest.
Rain pattered against the windows as you shifted, trying to get comfortable. “I miss getting up and finding you and your boy out in the stables on a Sunday morning, Tom.”
He huffed, “He’s your boy too, eh? Too worried about what his uncle and his friends are doing now.”
The fire crackled as the rain hammered against the roof, playing a sweet tune with the metal of the roof.
“He went with Finn?”
“I don’t think they can manage to get up to too much on a Sunday. Pol wanted them round to help with moving some furniture.”
Two soft taps on the door had you straightening up slightly, perched on Tommy’s leg as he informed Frances she could come in.
“Mrs. Shelby, would you like breakfast this morning?”
Tommy’s fingers felt like they were going to wear a hole in your leg as he kneaded at your thigh.
“No thank you, Frances. Maybe just some coffee. No rush, I’ll be down to get it.”
It was the first of the month, which meant going over the Itinerary (which, how could you small family of three be so busy?), planning the menu, you needed to sort the bills, the bookkeeper needed last months bank statements…
“What do you say we go to that book shop you like, eh?”
His eyes glimmered at the suggestion. You knew your hair would never survive this rain, and you already had how many rooms full of books—
“Is…” you could already see his inclination to roll his eyes as you tapped your chin with your pointer finger, the light of the fire glimmering in the nothing short of obnoxious ring that he had replaced twice with something “better” than the previous one, “Thomas Shelby OBE MP, asking me on a date?”
“Hmm,” his thumb brushed along your cheek, brow quirking as you were sure he was going to use the same line he always did in response, “don’t tell me wife.”
As if on queue, Tommy’s phone started to vibrate across the table, and you couldn’t contain the laugh anymore, “I wouldn’t dare.”
Your smile was contagious, and you left Tommy with whatever was so fucking urgent for Alfie Solomons to be calling him on a Sunday while you went to the kitchen to retrieve your coffee.
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sneakyblinders · 10 months
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superstition - modern!tommy shelby x ofc
A/N: hello! this is something i've had brewing in my mind for quite some time! Modern!Tommy Shelby x ofc, Amandine. Based in southeast Louisiana. (If you ever have the opportunity to go... please take it. It's one of the best places on earth.) If you're wanting some ambiance, or getting the vibe of the story... take a listen to this ambiance music on Youtube! warnings: language, cheating, sexual themes. not canon. an au.
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1998–Southeast Louisiana
“You know what you’re getting yourself into, don’t you, Thomas?” Polly asked a pink cheeked teenage Tommy as he stumbled in the backdoor, tucking his shirt back into his pants. 
He licked his lips, sweat running down his back. “What do you mean?” he asked. 
“That girl, Tommy,” she paused. The ceiling fan whirred, kicking away the leftover smells from dinner. The heat. “Amandine,” Polly shuddered. “Her family is dangerous. Her grandmere is a seer, you know.” 
Tommy nodded. He did know. “I love her, Pol,” he said, straightening his back. 
Polly chuckled. “You’ll see what someone like Amandine Theiriot does with love.” 
2011–Southeast Louisiana
The restaurant bustled. Dishwashers were running furiously, line cooks and waiters bickered over a particularly fussy patron. Amandine rolled her eyes. The heat was overwhelming. July in Louisiana was brutally unbearable, and a heatwave made going into the kitchen every day damn near impossible. 
“Dine!” Gio, the sous chef called out to her. “Dine, there’s somebody here fer ya!” 
Her eyes wandered tiredly to the man in the corner. Her man. “Tommy?” she breathed quietly. So quietly she wasn’t sure if anybody but herself heard her. 
He didn’t smile at her. All joy was gone from his eyes. His lips were in a firm line, hands in his jean pockets, his military backpack slung over one shoulder. The kitchen staff moved out of Amandine’s way as she made her way to Tommy, moving in a trance-like pattern. 
“You’re home?” she asked. He smelled like the bayou. Faintly like aftershave. Smoke and whiskey. He’d not come directly here. 
“Here I stand,” he drawled, the deep baritone of his voice sending a chill down her spine like only he could. 
“I waited,” she said gently as desire filled his eyes. 
“I see,” he responded as she reached out to touch his cheek–touch a scar she hadn’t seen before. “Let’s go home, baby,” he said, her touch filling him with the deepest sense of belonging he’d felt in nearly eight years. 
The staff mumbled under their breath as their head chef walked out for the night, dinner tickets be damned. 
Amandine sensed a darkness in Tommy’s spirit. A darkness that wasn’t there before the war. Before Iraq. She guessed too many tours would do that to a person. Her heart felt heavy as he drove them through the windy southeast Louisiana streets, back to their once shared home. Before the war separated them. He didn’t speak. Neither did she. 
The bayou, their home, was dark. There weren’t too many streetlights on these two lane roads leading them to their home. The home they’d purchased at eighteen and nineteen before the world went upside down. 
Tommy drove his truck, the truck Amandine had been using the last seven years, up their gravel driveway, the motion sensor lights at the top of their home kicking on. It looked a little cleaner than when he had last seen it seven years ago. 
The garage was the entire bottom floor, two flights of stairs leading to the house above. In the swamp, a house on stilts, or raised houses, are normal to aid in air circulation and prevent flood damage when the inevitable hurricanes blasted through the swamp. Tommy tiredly dragged his legs up the steps, Amandine following behind him. 
He fumbled with his keys, finding the right one for the front door and unlocked it, shocked when he saw the difference in the house. “You fixed it up?” 
She smiled softly. “Yeah,” she looked at him nervously. “Daddy and Grandpere and the boys helped. Thought you might like it,” she said. 
He let his dusty backpack fall to the floor with a thud, closing and locking the door behind them before he pushed her up against the door, crashing his lips to hers. 
It was a mess of clothes and sloppy kisses, but they made their way to the bedroom where they devoured one another. 
The next morning they woke up next to each other for the first time in seven years. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between the two of them the night before, causing them to fall asleep with their backs to one another. Something had shifted–something had changed. 
“So,” Amandine began the next morning, sun streaming in through the slats of the blinds. “Who was she?” she asked. 
“Who was he?” Tommy asked, reaching for a cigarette on his nightstand. 
“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” she said, sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. 
“Deal,” he said nonchalantly, exhaling smoke. 
“Vincent Camponi,” she said. She could faintly see his jaw twitch in anger. 
“Grace Burgess,” he said, mind wandering to the blond he fell in love with at war. The one who had almost cost him his life. 
“Will you go to her?” Amandine asked. 
“Can’t,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “The curse,” he exhaled. “The bond,” he said, holding up his palm, the faint scar from where they’d joined themselves together in Gypsy tradition so many years ago. 
The curse he referred to, was also cast that night they made their vow. That if anything should separate them, they would be dually cursed for the rest of their days. Bad luck following. Their children would be cursed. Their families would be destined for doom. Their businesses would decline and their money would disappear. 
“Where’s Della?” he asked to change the subject. 
“With Mama and Daddy,” Amandine said. 
“Let’s go get her. No sense in keeping us all apart for any longer than we have to, hm?” he said, stubbing out his cigarette and walking to the shower. 
“Yeah,” Amandine said softly. “No sense in that.” 
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Congrats on 1 thousand Val! May I request a tommy blurb with “The question remains: How?”
Solicitation ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Warning: Tommy hitting on the reader a bit too heavily, mention of sex (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.
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"Do you want to fuck me?"
She put her pen down on the piles and piles of paperwork before glancing up at him. 
He was sitting on the other side of the standard issue desk, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the office, hell, the entire building. 
His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, but apart from that, he was dressed to the nines with a dark gray perfectly tailored suit, platinum cufflinks and an expensive leather band watch. 
"I beg your pardon?", She asked, hoping- praying- she had misheard. 
He smirked slightly, letting his eyes roam over her as if he wanted to scan her in her entirety. 
"Let me rephrase.", He said, shifting in his chair, "Would you fuck me?" 
"No!"
She felt as if he had struck her or rather as if he had doused her in icy cold water. 
"That came quick.", Mr. Shelby remarked, still smirking. 
"Because it didn't need consideration!", She insisted, trying to ignore the thundering heart in her chest the same way she tried to ignore the burning in her cheeks. 
"Ouch."
Taking off her reading glasses bought her time she desperately needed to compose herself. 
Professional. Diligent. Impeccable. 
"Mr. Shelby,", she began slowly, "we are here to prep you for the trial, now please, let's focus on what really matters."
Thomas Shelby scoffed and reached for one of the pensz twirling it between his fingers. 
"That is a waste of time since it won't go to trial."
"It will go to trial, Sir."
His lip twitched in light of her courtesy. 
"Even if it does,", he mused, drawing out his words as his eyes never left her. "It won't get to my testimony."
His lips curled into the hint of a smile. 
"Miss.", He added. 
He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and retrieved a silver case of cigarettes and a matching lighter. 
She didn't even know they made these anymore. 
"There's no smoking in here.", She reminded him as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. 
His eyes peeked up and glanced at her, and, without breaking eye-contact, he brought the lighter to the tip and lit it. 
Those eyes were the clearest blue, like one of those freshly cut aquamarine stones one could see in the kind of jewellery stores that didn't show the prices outright. 
They were sharp and hawkish and never seemed to miss a thing. 
To say they unsettled her, was an understatement. 
Slowly, he let smoke escape his mouth. 
"Now there is.", He said. 
She pursed her lips and swallowed her initial reply. 
"Mr. Shelby, I am trying to help you here.", She reminded him. 
He held the cigarette between his fingers and hummed softly. 
"That so? Because my shoulder has been tense all afternoon from these uncomfortable fucking chairs."
He couldn't stop his smile. 
"If you want to be a dear-"
She cut him off before he could get further. 
"Are you trying to add sexual harassment to the long lost of charges levelled against you and your family?", She asked. "Or to lose this firm as your legal council?"
He chuckled at that and tapped the ash of his cigarette onto his saucer. 
"I am this firm's best paying client, Sweetheart. They'll do anything to keep me, they can always get a new you."
She raised her eyebrow at him but he only tilted his head to the side as if wanting to get a better view. 
"You look like an intern."
"I am a solicitor, Mr. Shelby."
"Ah, a solicitor.", He repeated, nodding in such a way it made her blood boil. 
"And I was chosen to prepare you."
He shrugged. 
"I mean, I prefer you to those bald headed golfers out there, but care to explain why they picked a terrible list to prepare me for lying in court?"
Professional. Diligent. Impeccable. 
"I am not preparing you for lying, but rather to ensure you won't incriminate yourself or your family on the stand."
She smoothed the paperwork over and moved her glasses. 
"And I am not a liar."
As soon as the words had left her mouth, she regretted her slip up. 
But if she had hoped he would let it slide, Thomas Shelby disappointed her. 
He put out his cigarette and leaned forward. 
"You said you don't want to fuck me when you clearly do."
"You think too highly of yourself."
That coaxed a soft chuckle from his lips. 
"Not by the way you watched me in that meeting earlier or just now when you thought I wasn't looking, Miss."
Her mouth went dry, but her face would not betray her. For that, she was too good at her job. 
“So, Miss (L/N), I want to know why you would say such a thing.”, he continued, twirling that pen while glancing at her in such a casual way it could almost lead her to believe he didn’t care for her reaction, but she knew better. He was studying her every move. 
“Playing hard to get, bad experience with men like me? Or,”, he drew out the word, as his eyes narrowed in on hers. “Are you trying to impress the bosses? Maybe proving to the world that you are better than that? Or do you have some pimple faced Oxford graduate at home? Some Rupert or Francis?”
This is it, she thought and began to gather her papers. 
“I am not engaging in this nonsense.”, she announced and closed her file, beginning to pack up. 
“Well I am paying you, so you are obligated to.”, he reminded her, swivelling in his chair. 
“The answers to these questions are none of your business, entirely inappropriate and given the situation you, your family and your companies are in, ought to be none of your concern.”, she said sharply, getting up from her chair, his file pressed to her chest. 
“Oh I am not concerned.”, he said, shaking his head. “But funny you’d say that, because I intend to make the answers my business.”
She stopped in her tracks and stared at him in disbelief. 
“Why?”, she asked. 
He smirked ever so slightly, so softly she could even tell herself she was imagining it. 
“Because I want to know about you.”
She inhaled sharply and stared at the wall. 
He wasn’t the first man to try his luck with her, to do it repeatedly. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before. Nothing she couldn’t deal with. Nothing she couldn’t get through. 
“A woman like you in a place like this, this high up - not easy, not even in the twenty-first century.”, he mused as if he was thinking aloud. “At least not with your background.”
“My background?”, she asked sharply. 
He didn’t seem to mind that she was towering over him now, instead, he only ever smiled as if this was just the situation he had been keen to provoke. 
“State school to Cambridge - not easy. How many scholarships were it again? Seven? Eight?”
She swallowed hard. 
“Couldn’t have been easy to claw your way to here with all the toffs in your way, all those unpaid internships and the night jobs to keep yourself afloat.”
She took a shaky breath, and built herself to her full height. 
“A minute ago, you said I was the intern.”
“I said you looked like an intern.”
If this was his definition of a compliment, she wanted no part of it and began to make for the door, her heels echoing on the floor. 
Movement sprung into him and he got up, reaching the door before her blocking it with his body. 
“A woman like you with a background like that getting all the way here? Into a law firm like this? Without a name, money or connection leaves only two possibilities.”, he said, speaking quicker now, while her heart pounded. 
“Either you fucked your way up,”
The only reason she didn’t slap him were the files in her hand. 
“Or you are exceedingly good at what you do - so good that these people look past all that.”
He stepped back and ran a hand through his pitch black hair. 
“This conversation is entirely inappropriate.”, she hissed. 
“Nevertheless,”, Mr. Shelby said unimpressed. “The question remains: How?”
Instead of answering, she only glared at him until his lips curled into a small smile. 
“See, my enterprise is looking to hire people that are exceedingly good at what they do, independent of their background, age, gender or whatever fucking else.”
That made her eyebrows shoot up.
“Are you seriously trying to headhunt me?”, she demanded to know, disbelief making her breathless. 
He only shrugged, suddenly looking less like the savvy and rather dubious businessman who looked like had stepped straight out of a Boss perfume billboard, and more like a little schoolboy who was asking a girl out for the first time.
This boyish look suited him, not that it mattered in this context. Not in the slightest.
Professional. Diligent. Impeccable.  
“The partners in the firm won’t like the sound of that.”, she said, clutching the files tighter. 
He only shrugged.
“I am their best client.”, he reminded her once more.
“Perhaps.”, she shot back, “but they won’t think so if you lose them their case with your recklessness on the stand.”
That actually made him chuckle as he glanced her up and down.
“Alright, how about this?”, he suggested. “I’ll participate in your little school play and will be nothing but the essence of professionality and cooperation going forward.”
Now that sounded too good to be true, and of course it was. 
“But if the whole thing gets thrown out before my testimony, like I told you it will,”, he said, a glint in his pale blue eyes, “You’ll go out for drinks with me.���
She scoffed and shook her head, but he cut her off before she could get a word out.
“And I assure you that by the end of the night, you’ll regret not accepting my offer sooner,”
He tilted his head slightly as he met her eyes, his own promising nothing but mischief.
“Or rather, my offers.”
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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: February ‘23 Part 1
Welcome to February’s recommendation list. If you wish to be featured with one of your pieces or as a writer, I follow the #MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB and check it daily for new content for me to check out. I also share AO3 works in this list; just message me a link to your stories. I’m currently back in college, so response times will range from right away to 24 hours. I hope you all had an amazing January and a wonderful February.
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<< January '23
February Pt. 2 '23 >>
My Masterlist
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In This Heart Playlist • In This Heart Masterlist (Tommy Shelby x OFC! Estella Holland) • In This Heart: Prologue • St Jude Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Mad Max: The Playlist • Black Butterflies Moodboard (Mad Max) • Mad King Ronan Playlist • Broken Crown Moodboard (Mad King Ronan) • Work Song Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Princes of the Universe Moodboard (Eddie Munson) • Bright Horses Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Poor Wayfaring Stranger Moodboard (Tommy Shelby) • Home Moodboard (Tommy Shelby)
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ONE-SHOTS:
Love Like A Bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer >> 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐓𝐖𝐒!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - Summary: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. | I’m so glad I read this! I love me some dark!Bucky and this did not fail me. The ending, though, was such a surprise. *chefs kiss* Hi, upcoming reader; please read the warnings! ⚠️
A Private After Party by @angrythingstarlight >> Rockstar!Stucky x Reader - Summary: You've been invited to a very special afterparty with your rockstar boyfriends. "Sweetheart, you are the afterparty." | Of course, this is hot! @angrythingstarlight wrote it, so I knew from the get-go it was going to be hot. Head the warnings going in, folks, and enjoy.
Marked by @jadedvibes >> Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys. | I loved how protective Natasha was in this and how the smut was as well.
Trouble Maker by @jurassicbarnes >> Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: In which you thank Bucky in your own wonderful way. He kinda loves it. | *Blushes*
Au Revoir by @vase-of-lilies >> Dark!Steve Rogers x (f)Reader - Summary - You've been captured by Steve Rogers and he's doing everything he can to possibly break you. This time, he quite possibly succeeded. | I forgot how much I missed reading Dark!Steve sometimes. This was nice, a nice little reminder of that. Head the warnings before diving in!
When I Hear Your Name by @georgiapeach30513 >> Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: You should have never left.  Things were perfect. | 10/10 so good ya’ll. Please read the warnings before proceeding to read, it might be too intense for some, but I did enjoy it. The smut was great!
Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight >> Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: Bucky is an insatiable, greedy man and now he can't wait to show you how much fun you're going to have making a baby with him. And he's going to want to practice again and again. | Hot and spicy, everyone. Read the warnings and enjoy it as I did!
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SERIES:
Innocent by @queenshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You are forced to marry Thomas Shelby after the death of his wife, Grace. Unfortunately for you, your marriage isn’t as beautiful as you thought it would be. Will you build love and desire for each other? | Such a good series to binge when you want to get your mind off things. You get Peaky Blinder Tommy and Husband Tommy. Everything you could need.
Yule by @string-of-beads >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary - Y/N is a barmaid who has always been fascinated by Tommy, and now she's caught up in his world. What could possibly happen in the Peaky world for Y/N? (My horrible summary sorry) | I may have gotten teary-eyed a few times while reading this it was so good. I binged the whole series this evening and I’m so glad I did. Please do yourself a favor and read it!
The Photographer by @midnightmagpiemama >> Mordern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Hired by Ada Thorne, Reader who is a photographer catches the eye of single CEO dad Tommy Shelby. She is just as interested in him and his son, Charlie. Can they make a family, overcoming both their past? | I’m looking forward to upcoming updates on it. I highly suggest it to those who like Modern!Tommy Shelby.
Family Ties by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. | Please read the warnings when it comes to reading this. I really enjoy reading modern Peaky Blinders, and this story has the grittiness of show in modern times.
Teach Me by @inthepeakymidwinter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy takes a special interest in Shelby Company LTD.'s newest secretary. | It’s perfect! Perfect, perfect, perfect! I can’t wait to read more.
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Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby. | I was looking for modern!Tommy and boy did this feed my need. It's just perfect as I'm a college student. Just read it and enjoy.
Just a Stranger Now by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Thomas bumps into an old love interest. | Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster with this one.
The Silver Lining by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Daughter!Reader - Summary: (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering. | All the feelings that were rolled up in this one, you guys. I wasn’t prepared. Grab some tissues, maybe don't; you never know, I’m a big baby. It's just so good, and you don't expect the ending that you get.
Mr. Loverman by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Female/Pregnant Reader - Summary: Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst. | Worried Thomas is sort of cute, I will not lie. I loved watching how caring he was.
Whatever You Want by @peakyswift >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You storm out the house after a fight with Tommy. | I felt like it was almost giving Tommy a taste of his own medicine, all those times he walks out on fights.
His Property by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred. | This has emotions and the spiciness I could ever need in one one-shot.
Show Me by @floraltypes >> Tommy Shelby x female!Reader - Summary: The Shelby can’t help himself when making a business visit. | This is what I needed to get my mind off my homework that I really should be doing! Thank you! So happy I read it.
You Can Let Go by @tommyspeakycap >> Tommy Shelby x sister!reader | Summary: Tommy dying, but his withering body is hanging on because his heart knows his little sister still needs him now just as much as she ever has…he won’t let go until he hears her words | Grab your tissues because folks this is an emotional one.
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Everything's a Nagotiation by plotbunniesletmesleep//@3988akasha >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: Mackenzie Theil's cousin is in debt to the Peaky Blinders and in order to save his own life, he offers up Mackenzie's services. Unfortunately for Mackenzie, she piqued Thomas Shelby's interest. | I like this story of how Tommy and his men keep turning out of nowhere. Okay, so maybe a little stalkerish... but trust me at just five chapters, I'm sucked in.
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ONE-SHOTS:
Baby Mine by @cevansgoatee >> Chris Evans x Wife!Reader - Summary - Chris has a little heart-to-heart with your six-year-old from a previous marriage. | Not me over here crying like a big wimpy baby over this beautiful one-shot.
One Hundred Percent by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With sleep nonexistent since bringing home baby Gigi, Conrad takes it upon himself to get up with her tonight. | I love this so much. I am so glad I happened upon this on my dashboard; it made my day.
A Different Kind of Battlefield by @daydreamingatnight209 >> Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader - Summary: With a nursing shortage at Chastain and working triple shifts reader is exhausted, who will be there to catch her when she breaks? | Seriously I love reading Conrad and reader, and I didn't know I needed it till today.
Eternal Summer by @get-your-fics >> Paul Atreides x fem!Reader - Summary: Paul ***ks you in a tent on Arrakis. | I'm not sure how I wound up here, but I'm so glad that I did.
Switching Coats by @sufferingstarlight >> Timotheé Chalamet x Reader - Summary: TW: Periods; Reader gets her period and is in need of help from Timotheé who volunteers to switch jackets with them. | Having gone through a similar situation in 7th grade, this was adorable and I knew I had to share.
Expect the Unexpected Baby by @f10werfae >> Henry Cavill x Reader - Summary: Henry breaks up with Y/n, only to discover he’s left something of his behind, his baby. Does he try and reconcile? or Does he just accept the path he’s made? | An emotional rollercoaster of a one-shot.
Striptease Request by @thisismysecondrodeo >> Ted Lasso x Reader - Summary: Ted does a striptease to Pony by Ginuwine. | I’m so glad my friend sent me this to read. Let me just say Ted Lasso can dance for me any day and can wear underwear with my face on them any day. This made my day by 1000%.
She'll Have The World If She Wants It by @auroracalisto >> Uhtred Ragnarssson x Fem!Reader - Summary: [tw: pregnancy] Reader is pregnant and trying to keep it a secret for as long as possible till she possibly can't anymore. | This was so good! I love Uhtred so much, and I didn’t know there was a fandom on here writing for him! I need more!
Valhalla Bound by @icarusignite >> Finan x GenderNeutral!Reader - Summary: Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. | Give me till the next list to have emotionally recovered from this one.
SERIES:
Begin Again by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny) - Summary - When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | I was so excited to see this get posted last week and be able to be one of the first people to reblog it. Penny and Ted are officially one of my fanfiction OTPs. If you are a Ted Lasso Fan, I highly suggest you give this one a read.
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@shelbydelrey - Isa was one of the first writers for Peaky Blinder's content that caught my eye when I made my return to Tumblr. Writing mostly for Tommy Shelby and some for Alfie, she immerses you into Small Heath and the Peaky world, making you forget you're actually reading. I highly suggest you check out Isa and give her a follow.
@georgiapeach30513 - Jennifer has an expansive collection of series and one-shots for us readers to choose from on her masterlist. Currently, I'm most excited about reading her series A Losing Hand, which is a Mafia AU. Jennifer's casting of it looks spectacular for it as it has various Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters as well as other Marvel and actors alike.
@runnning-outof-time - K writes for Peaky Blinders and does a wonderful job at it. I love their blog after being back for a short amount of time, and I know I’ll be looking forward to what they post in the future
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evita-shelby · 17 days
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Lookalikes and harbingers of doom
Or modern!tommy x Eva ft the Oscars
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He sits on the couch in his joggers and Eva draped her long legs on his lap to get his attention.
“I don’t see it.” Tommy admits as they watch the Oscars together.
Eva has been going on and on about how he looks like Cillian Murphy despite the man being a decade his elder and Irish.
“I will admit I look sort of like Adria Arjona if you admit you look like Cillian Murphy.” Eva proposes as she takes one last look at the baby monitor and ups the ante. “We can even recreate that scene of hers with Pedro Pascal if you’re game, Tommy.”
They enjoy fucking too much to actually refuse an offer, especially now that they are trying for baby number two. A sweet little girl to name Florence Elizabeth for their aunts and born on the day Charles the Third shuffles off his mortal coil.
After all, Trisha Paytas is having another little harbinger of doom this year as well.
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I have a lot of thoughts about what a menace modern!Alfie would be 
He demands all meetings take place in either a Denny’s parking lot or in a Taco Bell bathroom, he’s kind enough to let his business associates decide which. He shows up dressed in the most horrendously gaudy track suits and if the person chooses Taco Bell, he also shows up 15 mins late to the meeting toting a giant cup of Baja Blast. 
The ringtone on his phone whenever Tommy calls him is Womanizer by Britney Spears. 
Ollie’s is Baby Shark. 
He still calls his distillery a bakery even in modern times. He’s also famous on MySpace and he has a fuck ton of OnlyFans subscribers. One time someone asked if he was on Facebook and he shot that man in the face. 
I just know in my heart that modern!Alfie would be the most chaotic person possible. 
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soleilceirinen · 2 months
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The older I get | Shelby family x sister!Reader Modern AU
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Summary: after being away for years, you must return to Small Heath to face the loss of a beloved one. But, will you be able to forgive the past and leave it behind? A/N: English is not my first language, sorry in advance if something makes no sense. Warning: death of a family member, angst. Words: 3.1k
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"Y/N? Honey, are you still there?" Lizzie's soft voice echoed through the phone. 
"Yes, thanks for calling," you said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Hey, why hasn't he called me?" 
Lizzie sighed tiredly. "He's busy with work. Besides, he wanted someone else to tell you in case you didn't take it well." 
"How the hell am I supposed to take this?" You asked with anger filling your veins. It wasn't Lizzie's fault and it wasn't fair to take out your frustration on her but you couldn't help it.
"I know," she conceded, "but you know your brother, he's having a hard time. Everyone's having a hard time."
Despite the lump in your throat, you nodded. Of course you understood but that didn't make you feel any better. Your Aunt Polly had just died and you had to find out through your brother's ex-wife. 
"Thank you for taking the time to call me, see you tomorrow, well in a few hours," you hung up the phone and threw it hard against the mattress, it bounced several times before falling to the floor. The noise that the device made when it hit the ground resonated like an explosion in the silence of the night. 
The tears you had been holding back rolled freely down your cheeks. You fell down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a choked sob. 
It was too late to go to Birmingham, or too early, depending on how you looked at it. In a few hours you would take the first train so you could attend the funeral. You weren't sure what scared you more, facing the reality that Polly was gone or being in the same room with all your siblings again after seven years apart.
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Since you couldn't fall asleep in the remaining hours until dawn, you packed some clothes and personal items, not many because you didn't plan to stay in Birmingham for too long, and tidied up your room. Cleaning would keep your mind busy. 
The train ride was a fucking nightmare. Despite it being so early, your car was full of people, people with children who couldn't stop screaming and running between the seats. Wasn't anyone capable of teaching their children some manners? The boy right behind you had been kicking the back of your seat for more than twenty minutes, the damn thing. 
Taking a deep breath, you rested your head on the window as you watched the landscape and tried not to think. The soft rattle of the train rocked you as if trying to comfort you. However, it was not that simple. Memories of your childhood in Small Heath flooded your mind, some of them good, some others the kind you would have liked to banish from your memory. The kind of ones that made you take the decision to put some distance between you and your family in the first place.
Finn and you, as twins, were the youngest with a considerable age difference compared to the rest of your siblings. Due to family problems, your parents had always been absent from your life, so your Aunt Poll practically raised you as her own. Polly was the closest thing you had ever had to a mother figure. 
Your childhood and adolescence weren’t easy. Deep down you felt bad for thinking like that, you knew that your older brothers had had it worse while your father still lived with them, but still. As a teenager nothing seemed fair.
It was all screams and arguments, a house immersed in violence. Aunt Polly began to drink more and more, Arthur only thinking of his drugs or who knows what, which caused more fights. When the shouting started you used to run to your room and close the door, getting  into bed, covering your head with a blanket and listening to music at full volume until your ears hurt.
And then you prayed just as Polly had taught you. You prayed that you would fall asleep and wake up with another family, a normal family where no one screamed or came back in the middle of the night beaten up and  covered in blood.
You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your hand as you noticed a little girl staring at you. 
"Why are you crying?" she asked in a squeaky childish voice.
Before you had time to make up any excuse a man who must have been her father spoke out loud, clearly making fun of you.
"She broke up with her boyfriend, right, pretty face?"
The look you gave him could rival Tommy's. No one would hesitate to say that you were a Shelby. Slowly, his smile faded from his  face and he looked away embarrassed, grabbing the girl by the arm to make her return to her seat. 
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When you finally got off the train, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from crying. You took a couple steps through the station and then stopped. Who were you looking for? You didn't even know if anyone was going to pick you up. 
“Y/N!”
Turning around, you looked everywhere trying to find who was calling you. They could be calling someone else but the voice was too familiar to be a mistake. And then you saw him, a few metres from the entrance, greeting you with his arm and a huge smile. 
"Hello, Isaiah," you said with a small voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest, a position similar to the one you two shared the last time you said goodbye. 
"How are you?" He asked when you stepped away but he immediately rolled his eyes. "Sorry, that was a stupid question." 
"It's okay, I'm fine. What about you?"
He shrugged. "Great, given the circumstances. I have the privilege of picking up and bringing home the princess of Small Heath," he joked, winking playfully. 
You hit him on the arm, of course not hurting him. You followed him only to stop next to the car, he took your bag and put it in the trunk. Once inside, Isaiah pulled out and placed his cell phone on your thigh. "You can choose the music."
The ride was quiet, both of you listening to your favourite songs and humming or making up the lyrics from time to time, like when you were teenagers and ran away from home along with Finn. 
"Why did you come to pick me up at the train station?" 
Isaiah glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not really taking his eyes off the road and remained silent for a few seconds. "Why, am I not enough for you?" he joked, in an attempt to light up the mood. 
"I won’t hit you because you're driving" you murmured, he laughed softly. "My brothers, why have none of them come? I know Ada was busy with the kids, she texted but they haven’t even talked to me.”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know. You should talk to them about that. You've been away for many years, they've changed." 
You nodded silently. It had started to rain. "Sure. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Isaiah." 
He squeezed your leg. "You know I'll always be there for you."
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The rain was now pouring fiercely as a reflection of your current mood. 
Everything in the house screamed Polly, every corner reminded you of your childhood. It would always keep fascinating you how a simple scent could bring you back in time so easily. Blinking rapidly, you tried to clear your cloudy sight. Ada stepped in front of you, hugging you and murmuring comforting words in your ear and you leaned into her. You had missed her so much in the past few years. 
As a little girl you felt devotion towards your only sister. You wanted to spend time with her, sometimes you stole her make up and she ended up mad at you because of it. The rest of the time she just pushed you away, not wanting to babysit you. Back then you thought it was unfair but now you understand, Ada was a teenager and she wanted to go out with her friends and her boyfriend, not staying at home with two little kids. 
However, as you got older, it was more and more common for your sister to call to include you in her life. 
"Will you stay with me and the children? Hey, Y/N. Are you listening to me?"
You looked at her worried face and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Ada. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary.”
Ada rubbed your arm as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I know, dear. Have you seen the others? Or Polly?”
Your heart jumped against your ribs with fury. “No, not yet.”
“Y/N!” Arthur called out, striding towards your direction. He stopped a step away from you, undecided whether to give you a hug or not. He looked thinner than you remembered. Actually, he looked older. You were the one who stepped forward and hugged his slender body. He reciprocated right away, burying his face in your hair and sobbing. 
“It’s okay, Arthur” you whispered against his chest. 
Taking a step back, you stared at him once again, mentally thanking that he wasn’t the one picking you up from the train station. He was a total mess. 
Somehow, seeing your older brother like that sent a pang of guilt directed to your guts. Arthur used to be energetic, fierce and chaotic, but this man in front of you was nothing like that. He seemed like he needed a warm blanket and a cup of tea, and maybe sleeping for a couple days without worries. 
“Arthur, why don’t we go and talk to Lizzie?” suggested Ada, linking her arm with his and pulling him away. He smiled at you with his blue eyes filled with tears and reached to grab your hand but Ada didn’t let him do it. “Let's give Y/N some space, alright?”
You had been holding your breath without realising it. As soon as they left you alone you let out the air, feeling your lungs deflate. Throughout the house you could hear children screaming while playing, unaware of the sadness that filled the air. They were your nephews and nieces. Mostly John’s kids. You wondered if he was a good father now. When you were ten years old he used to make you watch horror movies such as The Exorcist or It, and then he laughed when you cried terrified at night. 
The lump in your throat became more noticeable, you needed to get out of there.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn and Isaiah talking quietly to Michael and a blonde girl you didn't know. Avoiding crossing glances with them, you headed to the kitchen looking for the door that led to the backyard. If you did, you would have to stop and talk to them, exactly what you didn't want to do at that moment.
You weren’t expecting to see Polly’s coffin in one of the rooms so you turned your face away when you walked by its door, almost running until you reached the knob of the door that led to the backyard and turned it, opening the door and stepping outside. The chill wind helped to cool down your feverish cheeks. 
After closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed, trying to calm yourself down. 
I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, you thought, placing a hand over your heart. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you, Aunt Polly, for not taking time to tell you how much I loved you. I was angry with all of you. I'm sorry, I promise to think of you and to not forget your name. Polly. Elizabeth Gray. 
Letting out a choked sob, you opened your eyes. You didn't know if Polly was able to hear you, wherever she was now, but you sincerely hoped that your message would reach her somehow. 
Someone clearing their throat made you jump. To your right, leaning against the wall just like you was Tommy, taking long drags on a cigarette, as if his intention was to suck the life out of it. "Damn Tommy, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" you yelled at him, brushing your hair out of your face and furiously wiping away your tears.
He shrugged and let out a puff of smoke. “Same as you.”
His voice was deep and hoarse, like if he had been crying. He used to be really close to Polly and now that you thought about it, it made sense. Just like Arthur, his appearance surprised you. 
In your memories Tommy was a young man with his freckles and blue eyes, the dark hair slightly curled at the ends when he let it grow and an encouraging smile that he only reserved for you and your siblings. That was the brother who taught you how to ride a bike and how to swim in the canal, how to take care of horses during the summer breaks and the one who used to tell you stories with funny voices whenever you couldn’t sleep at night. 
There was almost nothing of that brother in the man in front of you. Tommy was old. It had been around seven years since you moved away to go to university but time had hit him hard. He was in his forties now and his hair was turning grey in some parts, the wrinkles much more noticeable as well as the deep dark circles under his eyes. 
He threw the remainder of the cigarette on the floor and looked at you thoroughly, as if he were analysing you from head to toe. A mix of emotions crossed his face but you weren’t sure to be interpreting them correctly, such as a slight panic, a bit of sadness and finally something similar to approval. 
“You look good,” he stated, “how is school? Everything alright?”
Your eyes filled with tears once more but this time you didn't hold them back. All the rage that had been growing inside of you since Lizzie called you a few hours earlier came out freely. “I’m not in school anymore Tommy, I’m a PhD student and I’m writing my fucking thesis so don’t talk to me as if I were a stupid child.”
He seemed taken aback by your sudden anger. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like that” he apologised before clearing his throat, raising an eyebrow, “but if you haven’t noticed, you’ll always be a kid to me.”
Tommy didn’t let you say anything back, continuing with his speech. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at some point far away in the distance.
“When you were born I was the first to hold you in my arms. You were so tiny, I could carry your little body with both my hands. Finn started gaining weight so damn fast but you didn’t and we thought you’d never make it” he pursed his lips as you listened in silence, although you had heard him telling you this story many times when you were younger. “Every hour we had to feed you a bottle of formula and it was no bigger than my finger” he pointed his index finger in front of you as a measurement. “It seemed like a toy. But it worked, just look at you now.”
He turned to you and wiped your tears with his callous hands. 
"Tommy, why didn't you tell me Polly was so sick?" you asked quietly, grabbing his wrists.
"You knew she was sick."
"Yes, but not enough to..." To die, you wanted to say, but the words got caught at your throat. 
Your brother sighed and when he looked at you again, he seemed more tired than ever. 
"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. You have your life far from here, you yourself wanted it that way. Your priority is your studies, let me finish," he said, pointing a finger at you authoritatively. "What happened to Poll was so sudden, none of us expected this to happen and it has been a hard blow for everyone." 
“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” you muttered. 
Tommy held you against his body, hugging you tightly. “Me neither.”
You looked up at him, scrutinising his face. The rim of his eyes was red and his bottom lip trembled a little despite his attempt to hide it. He seemed somehow fragile. 
“Oh, Tommy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and letting him bury his face on your shoulder. You felt the wetness of his tears as you caressed the back of his head. “Next time something like this happens, let me know. Call me and I’ll come. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m part of this family too and I can help. You don’t have to go through stuff on your own. Alright?”
As he nodded slightly with his face still pressed against your shoulder you felt the sudden realisation that you had been mistaken most of your life. All you wanted to do was run away from your family in order to be happier, thinking that they wouldn’t need you after living through your whole childhood feeling like a burden, like someone whom they had to take care of.
For years you had hated them because it seemed that they enjoyed being miserable day and night, continuously fighting with each other… you never stopped to think about the reasons behind all those arguments or their actions. But you were older now and life had taught you that we are all humans and we all make mistakes. 
Now everything was different. For once you were the strong one, able to stand by their side to support them. This bunch of sad and broken people were your family and they needed you just as much as you needed them. 
Sometimes it was better to put some distance in order to see things from a different perspective, to heal, you realised as you held the shadow of the man who used to be like a hero to you during your childhood. At the end of the day you would always come back to the place where you belonged. The only thing you regretted was not figuring it out sooner.
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cillmequick · 10 months
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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
Prompt: “Let me taste your silhouette, you can talk between my legs” - Måneskin
Requested: @dandelionprints
Summary: Tommy and Y/N have unfinished business. The only problem is Y/N’s husband… but maybe there is business that’s finished after all..?
Warnings: 🔞 Smut, bad language, cheating
Word count: 2511 CELEBRATION FICS
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Homemade Dynamite
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He’d been catching her eye all night across the busy London ballroom, packed by the rich and vacuous for some charity she couldn’t remember the name of. The little glances, the gaze held a fraction too long over the shoulder of whichever dignitary he should have been listening to, igniting something inside her she thought was long dead. But apparently it had only been dormant, waiting for the spark to bring it roaring back to life.
Catching him once again, a shiver rushed through her and she looked away with a wrench. He watched as she left the cavernous room, the chandeliers catching on the diamonds that adorned at her ears, throat and wrist. Excusing himself with barely a nod to politeness, he followed.
“Don’t say anything,” she commanded, as she crashed her lips into his, pushing him into the darkest corner of the hallway outside the ballroom. If she caught him by surprise he rallied quickly, hands quickly tangling in her hair, one slowly trailing down her back, fingers teasing across the skin left bare by the daring dress she’d chosen for the occasion. She licked into his mouth and he could taste the bitter sweetness of the negronis she’d been drinking all night as her hands sneaked behind his impeccably fitted jacket, warm palms roaming his chest through the thin material of his shirt.
It had been a long time since they’d done this but the memory of her mouth, her body, her taste all lingered in his mind, burned into his soul.
He spun her so her back was against the wall, pinning her hands above her head, the action drawing her breasts up, pressing almost indecently against the fine silk of the dress she could only have worn to torture him. He fought the urge to push the delicate fabric to the side and have her exposed to him right here.
“Why tonight?” he asked instead and she let out a derisive rush of breath through her nose, a smirk dancing on her lips.
“I thought I told you not to speak?”
He tightened his grip on her wrists, her bones small and delicate within his hands, enjoying how her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth at the action. An even row of white flashing against swollen pink. He ducked his head, lips tracing across her collar bones and down, trailing kisses down her sternum and between the valley of her breasts. He could feel her breathing hitch against his lips, his mouth so close yet so far from the sensitive buds pressing hard against the fabric, where she longed to feel him.
“Why. Tonight?” he reiterated as he brought his face back level with hers, seeing her pupils blown wide with need.
“Why not?” she replied, leaning forward, straining slightly against his hold to close the gap between their lips. They moulded perfectly together, like they always had, the soft fullness of his mouth drawing a low whine from her throat, as they had so many times before. With effort he pulled himself back, studying her closely.
“And what is this? A quick fumble in the hallway before you go back to your husband?” He shifted to press his knee between her thighs, feeling her grind slightly against it in a way that made his rapidly stiffening cock twitch. “Or do you want me to take you right here? See if I can make you scream loud enough that he and all those people can hear you in there, eh?”
A shiver rippled through her at the thought. The damage it would cause. The thrill of it.
“You’re talking again, Thomas,” she chastised, mischief in her eyes. “And I can think of much better things you could be doing with that mouth of yours.”
His lips crashed back into hers, releasing her wrists so he could roam her body and her fingers tangled in the longer part of his hair. He groaned as she tugged gently on the roots and she could feel him, pressing hard against her stomach. Her cunt clenched involuntarily, her body responding to the memory of him.
Breaking apart, both gasping for air, he took her by the hand, wordlessly leading them towards the lift, which pinged almost immediately, bearing them to his suite above. Too lost in each other and the promise of what was to come, neither saw the dark haired man who watched them disappear behind the sliding doors.
Her dress was pooled around her ankles almost as soon as the door closed, her body pressed against the solid wood as his lightly calloused palms slid across her bare skin. She didn’t miss the darkening of his eyes as he drank in the sight of her, naked except for a scrap of lace between her legs. As his mouth began to explore her body, she tugged at his shirt, somehow managing to remove it even though she was distracted by the warmth of his tongue against her breast. She almost lost focus entirely as he pressed his fingers against her core, gently rolling against her clit.
“We should talk about this, Y/N..” he mumbled, pulling back to fix her with a piercing blue stare. “You said last time..”
“I know what I said,” she snapped and his hands withdrew completely. Taking a breath she composed herself, features softening as she stroked her thumbs across his cheekbones. “Sorry,” she whispered, gently pulling him back into a chaste kiss. As she released him he saw a playful glint light her eyes. “You know, for once I think it should be you on your knees, Shelby.”
He held her eyes for a moment longer and she thought that he might refuse or force the issue, but then his face creased into a wicked grin and he lowered himself to the ground, tugging her underwear down her legs as he went. Her giggle turned into a gasp as without words he hooked her leg over his shoulder and licked a hot stripe between her folds, tasting her arousal. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his trousers, aching to be buried inside her. Holding her gaze, he closed his lips around her clit, teasing and sucking the sensitive little bundle until she began to whimper as stars burst across her vision.
Her hands fell to his head, gripping his dark locks to hold him in place as she rolled her hips greedily against his face. Revelling in his talented tongue. He looked up at her through his illogically long lashes, and she ran her fingers across his forehead, playing with his hair.
“Y’know, you look good like this,” she murmured, biting her lip to stifle a moan as his mouth continued to work her, tongue probing and teasing her tight little hole as his nose bumped her clit. “Look so good with your mouth full of my pussy.” She tugged lightly on his hair and his eyes slipped closed, his groan reverberating through her clit, making her gasp. “Have you missed me, Thomas?”
Her breath hitched further as she felt him replace his tongue with two fingers teasing against her dripping entrance, just barely pushing into her as he lapped gently at her clit. She tried to bear down on them but he wrapped an arm around the thigh over his shoulder, holding her firm. She whined in frustration and felt him smirk against her, finally pushing knuckle deep, stretching her wide around his thick fingers.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, head falling back against the door, her hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, as he began to pump them into her slick core. He rolled his tongue teasingly across her sensitive bundle of nerves as he stroked her gspot and she could feel herself losing control. “Please… Tom, I’m gonna…” she gasped as he picked up speed, pushing her closer to the edge with every driving thrust, every sweep of his tongue against her. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room as finally, as he sucked gently on her clit, her orgasm crashed over her, dripping down his fingers to his palm.
She had barely caught her breath when a knock sounded at the door, making them both jump.
“Open up!” shouted a familiar voice, the thudding of his fist vibrating against her spine. She looked surprisingly nonplussed about the intrusion as he climbed to his feet, wiping her slick from his chin. “I know she’s fucking in there with you, Tommy!”
“Bathroom. Go!” he whispered and she gathered her clothes, lingering for a moment to press a kiss to his lips, tasting herself, before disappearing from view. He pulled on his shirt, not bothering to do it up as the banging on the door intensified. Wrenching it open with a sigh he found himself face to face with her husband.
“Evening Michael, can I help you with something?”
The younger man looked around the room, confused to see his cousin dishevelled but the bed still freshly made, nothing out of place.
“Where is she?”
“Where is who?”
Michael’s face turned puce. “Y/N! Who the fuck do you think?!” He pointed at him, coming close. “I know you’re fucking her!” he spat. “And I know she left with you, I fucking saw you.”
Tommy opened his mouth to lie when the bathroom door clicked and he pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly as his cousin spun towards the sound. “I’m right here, Michael.” He couldn’t help but grin as she sauntered out, wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe, at least one size too big for her, with the sleeves rolled up so they didn’t drape over her hands. “Now will you kindly fuck off, I’m busy.”
He took several steps towards her but Tommy was quicker, blocking his way. “Don’t even think about it, eh?” he said in a dangerously low voice, that sent a thrill to her core. He felt her hand on his shoulder, her lips briefly pressed against his shoulder blade.
“It’s ok, Tom.” She stepped past him towards her husband, his once handsome face contorted with dark fury. “He’s not going to touch me,” she said more to Michael than to Tommy, holding his burning gaze. “He never touches me anymore.” Stopping close to him, she cocked her head, a vicious smirk playing on her lips. “He doesn’t need me when he has Lottie and Ella and Francesca and, of course, who could forget that dangerous little witch, Gina Nelson. Isn’t that right, darling?” Michael took a step back at the venom in her tone. He had no idea she knew about his other women.
“Cat got your tongue?” she sneered. “Or maybe you would rather talk about how you’ve gambled away half my family’s wealth on the stock market? Or how, without my careful intervention, you would have jeopardised Shelby Company Limited in the same way?” She felt Tommy bristle behind her.
“Tommy, I can explain..” He stuttered, finally finding his voice, only to quail under his cousin’s icy stare.
“Oh can you? Well I’m sure we’d all love to hear that,” she continued, sounding thoroughly bored of the whole situation, turning back to Tommy. She tilted his face towards hers with a single finger against his chiselled jaw, his eyes sliding from Micheal to her after a second. “But not tonight, hmm?” she added, meaningfully, with a raise of her eyebrows.
His eyes slipped from her again, glaring over her shoulder at his cousin. He’d long regretted bringing him back into the family, the promise of his first few years in the business had unravelled into nothing but tension and trouble. And that wasn’t just because he’d been fucking his delicious wife on and off for the last year.
She tapped his cheek and he came back to her, seeing something softer lurking behind the mischief dancing in her eyes. How many times had he imagined simply taking her away from his cousin, making her happy the way he could see she plainly wasn’t with him. Was it possible she felt the same? That he wasn’t just a toy to her? He’d never been able to tell before.
“It’s over, Michael,” she said, without looking away from his soft blue stare. “I want a divorce and you’re going to give me it.”
“The fuck I am—”
“Yes, you will,” she said firmly, finally spinning to look at him and he saw darkness smouldering in her eyes. “You will or I will tell everyone the much worse things you’ve done than a little inept gambling and whoring.” She felt Tommy react behind her and placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently, her touch reassuring.
“Now, like I said, I’m busy.” She undid the belt of the bathrobe, shrugging it to the floor so she stood proudly naked in front of both men. “You can stay and watch, or you can fuck off, I really don’t much care either way.” She turned back to Tommy, reaching to catch his face with her hands, bringing his lips down to match her own. He hesitated for a second before sinking into her kiss, and a moment later the door slammed shut.
“That was vicious, even for you,” he remarked as their lips parted, and she smirked at the pride in his voice. “But you do realise you just blew up your life, right?”
“No I didn’t. I blew up his life. And he was the one who made the ammunition, I just lit the fuse. It was always going to explode someday,” she replied with a toss of her head. “Now, where were we?”
He chuckled quietly, hands skimming her curves as she palmed him through his trousers, bringing him back to hardness. He caught her chin with his fingers, blue eyes studying her carefully as a smirk played on his lips. “Would you like to put that smart mouth to use elsewhere?” he smiled wolfishly, running his thumb across her lower lip, breaking into a full grin as she licked across the pad of his thumb and sucked it into her mouth.
*****
She lay in his arms, moonlight streaming through the curtains they had forgotten to pull in their haste to tumble into bed. The light bounced off the sharp angles and soft curves of his face, casting shadows in the hollow of his cheek, carving his silhouette. She traced it with her eyes, tempted to run her tongue along his skin but held herself back. It was a rare thing to see Thomas Shelby so peacefully asleep.
Absent-mindedly she thumbed the soft indent on her ring finger of her left hand; her wedding rings lay on the dressing table, never to be worn again. To stop herself from fidgeting with it she laid her hand flat against his broad chest beside her cheek.
“I love you, Tom,” she murmured into his skin, before finally closing her eyes, leaning into the safe, warmth of him.
What she didn’t see was his eyes flutter open, or the smile that crept across his face at her words.
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I hope you liked that Aimee! I’m not sure it’s one of my best but I’ve been struggling with flow lately so I’m mostly just pleased to have finished something 🙈 I really do hope you enjoy it though esp since this was your lyric addition to my list 😘
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garrison-girl-08 · 9 months
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Blind Date
161- More
Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader
Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+
Would love to hear your thoughts on this fic!
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"You can both go," Polly stated, flicking through her magazine. "I don't need everyone visiting me. I'm only in here for the night, for christ's sake,"
She had a biopsy taken, and was staying in overnight. Waiting for some bloodwork, and medication. The hospital was more like a hotel, why not? They had the money, and she deserved the best treatment.
"Bloody charming that, ey?" Tommy grinned, trying to keep a brave face on. Sat with his Aunt, holding your hand. You knew he was worried about her. But, a treatment plan was being put in pace. You had to remain positive.
"Do you need anything bringing tomorrow, Polly?" you asked, trying to make conversation. the atmosphere was tense. Polly had wanted to come alone, no visitors.
"No, I don't want any bloody fuss," she reiterated. "Now go on, I'm tired. Go and have your dinner,"
Tommy stood, taking your hand. "Right, we can take the hint, can’t we babe?" he laughed. Bending his head, he kissed Polly's cheek, wishing her goodbye.
You did the same, "Hope you get some rest, Polly," you smiled. Heading for the door with Tommy.
"Thanks for coming," she mumbled, harshly flicking the page of her magazine. Rolling his eyes, Tommy closed the door as you walked towards the lift.
"Stubborn," he mumbled, pressing the button for the ground floor.
“Just her way of coping,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his full lips. Grabbing you, he deepened the kiss stumbling into the lift. Cheekily squeezing your bum, both caught up in the moment.
“Excuse me, this is hardly the time or place for frolicking!” An elder man spoke up, as the lift doors closed. He was holding a bunch of flowers, a frail older woman on his arm.
As Tommy opened his mouth, you stepped in. “We do apologise,” You never know, what someone else is going through. You reminded yourself.
It was your night off, and you wanted to spend some time together. So, Tommy took you for a romantic dinner. The sun was beaming, onto your face while you sat outside. Tommy was visibly more relaxed, chatting and joking with you.
Resting his hand on your leg, talking about holiday plans for the summer. He wanted to book a trip to Greece, and take Charlie with you. Would Grace agree to that? You pondered, but maybe she would like a break. You could always talk to her.
Back in Tommy’s car, on the way home. You turned to him, still thinking about the elderly couple. “Do you think we will be together, when we are old?” You asked. Hoping he would agree.
“Yes,” Tommy answered, without hesitation. “When I asked you to be my wife, I meant forever, baby,”
“Aw, you can be so romantic,” you swooned dramatically. Waiting to get into the underground car park, of your building. Tommy leant across, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Just as the boom opened up, to let you through.
Driving to his space, you noticed there was a black van blocking it. Parked horizontally, that was strange.
Tommy beeped loudly on his horn, three times. “Move, wanker!” He shouted out of the window, while you cringed. How rude.
It could be a delivery, you wondered as the van pulled forward to let him in. “Prick,” he mumbled, zooming forward into the space.
Climbing out, you heard the doors of the van open and slam shut. Five men with hoods up, jumped out waiting behind Tommy's car. Checking his phone, Tommy didn’t see them until it was too late.
A swift punch to his cheekbone, knocked him sideways. His phone and keys, hitting the concrete floor. Though, he wasn’t knocked down.
“Tommy!” You screamed, seeing the tallest man land a punch to his ribs.
Watching him double over in pain, you couldn’t let it happen. Scrambling through your bag, you tried to find your phone. Grabbing it, to phone the police, or Arthur, or John ….anyone.
Someone to come and help.
Desperately trying to block out the sound, of kicks being landed to your fiancée. Who was now laying on the floor…. Looking so helpless. Just as you got the phone unlocked, you felt it being ripped from your hand.
You being roughly dragged forwards. “Nice try, bitch,” the man snarled. Throwing your phone away.
When Tommy came into view, you screamed again. There was blood on the floor, his head and nose bleeding. But, he wasn’t giving up. He was a boxer, a fighter, he had fought bare knuckle in his younger days.
“Y/n .. ,” he wheezed out. “Go….run,”
Tears streaming down your face, you struggled against the man holding you.
“Please … stop!!!” You screamed, using all of your strength. Throwing your head back, you caught your captor on the nose. Running towards Tommy.
“Ah… Y/n is it?” A man in a suit asked, seeming to appear out of nowhere. He swiftly backhanded you, across the face. Proceeding to grab your arm.
“Pick the fucker up,” he snarled at his men.
Dragging Tommy up from the floor, they held him towards the unknown man. His head flopping down, unconscious. Was he ok? You prayed he wasn’t dead… it was five against one.
“I missed you in my club…. Shelby,” the man snarled, straightening his tie. Proceeding to push Tommy’s head back, unable to avoid his gaze. “You think you can fucking come … and take over what’s fucking mine!”
Tommy’s head lolled forward again, but was forced back up. “Please.. w …. We haven’t been in any club.” You begged. Totally confused by the situation, just wanting to help Tommy.
The man, who you now guessed was the boss. Proceeded to stroke his fingers along your cheek, down to your chest, roaming over your breast. While you wriggled against him.
“Ah … sweet …. Innocent … Y/n,” Lifting his leg, he kicked Tommy full force in the chest. Knocking the wind out of him.
Throwing you to the ground, he hovered over Tommy. “Trying to play with the big boys, you stupid fuck. I want an apology,”
Lifting his head, Tommy’s breathing was shallow. “Fuck you, Sabini,” he wheezed out. Still so sure of himself.
“Finish him off, boys!” Sabini ordered, letting the men have free reign again.
Where they going to kill him? Tommy tried to defend himself from the blows, you rushed forward trying to stop them. Screaming at them, to stop, to leave him. Being pushed aside again, one of them caught you on the jaw.
You would walk through fire. To try and save him. Just like he would for you.
"Please! Stop! Leave him! Tommy!" you screamed, throat sore from shouting.
Suddenly, the screech of tyres made you look up from the floor. Two black Range Rovers, zooming up the car ramp. Instantly making the men pause, while Sabini gestured to his men to move.
"This is not fucking over!" he bellowed, climbing back into the van.
Although you weren't religious, you silently thanked god. Hoping your Tommy was still alive. His face now hideously swollen, blood covering him, and the floor.
Breathing shallow.
Crawling on your knees, you scooted over to him in a panic. Laying your head on his chest. "Tommy, Tommy, wake up," you begged, clutching onto his blood soaked shirt. “Oh god… please,”
Hearing a door slam, you couldn't make out who it was approaching. Your eyes blurry from crying. Cheek and jaw swollen.
"Y/n, come on," John tried, reaching out to touch your arm. "Let us take over, we will get you home,"
Ignoring him, you furiously wiped away your tears. Trying to listen, to see if he was breathing. Needing to hear him take a deep breath.
“Y/n!" John warned you, taking your arm, starting to pull you away.
Tommy started spluttering, blood coming from his mouth. Thick lumps oozing from his lips. The lips you had kissed, so many times.
"Get off me!" You screamed at John, shoving him away. Now aware, you were surrounded by Tommy's men.
"You won't take him without me, you won't!!!"
John sighed, catching Arthur's eye. "Come on, come here, he's alright, he's alright," he reassured, pulling you into his arms. Holding you up, as your legs buckled.
Watching Isaiah and Arthur pick Tommy up, carrying him into their car.
Wherever they were going, you were coming too.
Author Note- Did we see this coming?
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madame-wilsonn · 2 years
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Rollerblades
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MASTERLIST
Summary: you decide to go rollerskating after finding your blades in a box. It doesn’t go as well as you planned it...
A/N: this is a very self-indulgent, quickly written little thing. it’s not proofread or anything, i just really wanted to write this. also, if you want a small bit of advice from the very wise girl that i am: don’t go rollerskating after years just because the shoes still fit, you (and your back) can thank me later. oh and this is kinda set in the modern!au (which i wrote another fic for here) because rollerblades didn’t really exist in the 1920s
ps. tagging @sunrisepoets​ for saying i was a “material girl” (ily sugar babe)
Warnings: poor tommy dealing with his wife, injury and a lot of fluff!
Word count: 1,206 words
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The afternoon was meant to be perfect: it was the first sunny day of May, you wore your favorite skirt and your dad had dropped off a box of your childhood belongings. The best part? Among other very cherished items, you discovered your old rollerblades– a bit rusty but still as “cool” as you remembered them. Without wasting any time, you rushed to try them on, a gleeful giggle escaping your lips as you realized they still fit.
Leaving the rest of the box on the carpet, you managed to get yourself up by using the couch. The movements seemed to come back naturally to you as you remember your dad’s voice instructing you to bend your knees. Having no idea how to use the brakes, you used the many tables, doors, maids to avoid plowing, head first, into any wall.
The next obstacle appeared in front of you a bit too quickly for you to anticipate it and you rushed into your husband’s strong arms. You let out a surprised yelp as you stopped abruptly, Tommy’s confused eyes observing you.
“What are you doing?” he finally asked, raising one eyebrow in a very Shelby-typical manner.
“I found my rollerblades! Look!”
You held up one leg to show him the hot pink, black and white shoe but almost losing your balance, he tightened his hold on your arms.
“You’re going to fall, Y/N,” he warned, trying to ignore how endearing you looked, your eyes shining with innocent joy.
“No! I’m a pro! Haven’t fallen one single time!”
Tommy rolled his eyes, well aware you wouldn’t give up. You were too excited, too happy. Nothing could really stop you from doing what you wanted in these moments. But he agreed to this life, didn’t he?
He sighed longly, reminding himself that for better, for worse also meant through incurable moments of frivolity from his childish– yet very lovely wife.
“Alright. Be careful–” you smiled widely “and stay close to the house, I’ll be in my office,” he finished as you kissed his cheek.
“I will be back very soon, I love you.”
He mumbled “I love you too” but you were already on the other side of the room, catching the side of the outside doors.
Shaking his head, Tommy returned to his work but felt a bit distracted. No matter how he tried to focus on the documents before him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You weren’t wearing any protection, no helmet, no knee pads, nothing. And to be fair, he couldn’t just rely on your “I’m a pro” affirmation.
Finally giving up on reviewing the boring paperwork, Tommy approached the window, quickly noticing your form in the driveway. You didn’t seem to do too bad for yourself, your arms outstretched and your legs moving in rhythm.
The worry he had been feeling quickly settled, allowing him to sit at his desk again, a smile on his face.
Outside, you were thriving. The airy feeling of the breeze brushing your cheeks was incomparable. You felt like a careless thirteen years old all over again, the blades your dad had bought you working as a time machine as you strolled through your driveway.
But your feet began to ache once you reached the gates. You remembered you didn’t take time to put socks on before leaving and now, you were paying the price. You were already quite far from the house and the cramps in your legs would soon become too much to bear. Turning around, you headed back, trying to move as fast as your tired limbs allowed you to.
By the time you could discern your old fountain, you had taken at least five breaks and were more than ready to throw the feet-murderers back in their box. You tried to rush to the front door, forcing your poor legs to not give up. You were almost there, just a few more kicks. You passed Medusa– the sculpted woman in the middle of the fountain and before you could celebrate your successful arrival, you felt your balance shifting. Everything seemed to move so slowly. You reached for Medusa’s stone arm. Your fingers slipped. You tried to reach for it again, for anything to support yourself. There was no time. Your back hit the gravel underneath you a moment after.
You only registered what had happened when the excruciating shot of electricity rushed through your spine, your hands shaking with pain. You tried to get up, a cry escaping your gritted teeth as you realized you couldn’t move. The door was close enough for you to crawl, dragging your lower limb to the few steps in the entry.
Knocking on the door as firmly as you could, you bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming. Alarmed by the noise, Frances hurried to the door, her expression crumbling as she took in the situation.
“Get me ice, Frances,” you whispered, your nerves flickering in agony.
You closed your eyes, focusing on breathing, trying to imagine how the cold would feel against your back. It will be here soon, you repeated over and over.
“What happened to you?”
You opened your eyes to face your panicked husband, reaching for your face, searching for blood on every spot of bare skin.
“Fell…driveway,” you managed to mumble.
Frances handed Tommy the pack of ice as he applied the cold to your back. You sighed, welcoming the gentle sting against your skin, your savior against the screaming monster in your body.
You allowed yourself to rest your head against the wall, feeling dizzy. Your husband was working on your rollerblades, slowly taking them off to not hurt you. You had expected him to tell you he had warned you, how imprudent you could be sometimes but he was quiet.
Instead of lecturing you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, helping you to stand up.
“Can you walk?” he asked very softly.
You nodded, limping towards the couch as Tommy supported you. He let you lay down, rearranging the pack of ice against your back. His calloused fingers brushed the hair on your brow, your eyelids moving tiredly.
“I called the doctor, he should arrive soon.”
You frowned, prepared to argue that he didn’t need to call anyone. You just needed to rest a bit and maybe forget rollerblades for a little while.
“I know you probably don’t need it,” he interrupted, taking the words from your mouth “but I do.”
Glancing at him, you noticed the slightly disheveled hair and the deep line between his eyebrows. You offered your husband a weak smile, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm.
“Fine. I should listen to you more anyway.”
Tommy chuckled, only making your smile appear brighter. He leaned in, dropping his lips on your forehead. You tugged on his sleeve, inviting him to join you on the sofa. His hands held you close to his chest and you observed the room around you, finally feeling more relaxed.
“Tom?”
“Hm?”
There was a moment of silence, then again:
“When I feel better, do you think we could go rollerskating together?”
Your husband sighed deeply, tightening the ice pack under your shirt.
He did agree to this life after all.
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moral-terpitude · 1 year
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Manic Monday
Did I need to start something new? No. Did I? Yes. Will there be more? Surely. At some point. (I get super annoyed by the manic Monday song when it comes on the radio, but it was the only good follow up I could think of to Quiet Sunday.) (Cause I liked this modern Shelby family bunches, but I feel like their life wouldn’t be without chaos after such a good day.)
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Word Count: 1282
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“Tom.” Your whisper was the only noise in the darkness, but a few minutes ago you’d been pulled from sleep by a commotion down stairs.
How Tommy hadn’t been woken up by the noise coming from somewhere off in the house was a mystery. You were usually the heavy sleeper, but Charlie was still off galavanting with Finn.
Hadn’t answered the phone. Hadn’t messaged.
Which meant you had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling before sleep finally took over.
You sighed, shaking him again, words coming out in a quick hiss, “Tommy, wake up.”
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, blue eyes reading the worried expression on your face quickly, even in the lack of light.
“What’s going on, love?”
“Just something loud downstairs.”
He was out of bed in an instant, gun drawn from the bedside table and out the door before you could say much else.
You lay there for a few minutes before you heard a scuffle. Peeking out the bedroom door you saw quite the sight.
Charlie and Finn seemed equally pissed, wobbling as Tommy tried to support Charlie with help (or lack of) from his brother.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Finn!”
You pulled the robe around you tighter, a light jog over to take his place, bare feet padding across the wooden floor, to actually assist your husband.
Finn looked away, leaning against the bannister as the three of you made your way down the hall to Charlie’s room.
His blonde hair fell in his face as he tried to avoid Tommy’s gaze, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
“Feel like shit already, eh?”
“Dad,” Charlie groaned, that being the last you heard out of him before you made your way back to the landing.
“Downstairs.” You passed by him, not bothering to wait to make sure he listened, he knew better than to not follow, “Now.”
He grumbled, but followed behind you, knowing he was in for a good reaming.
“I can’t believe you,” he took the stairs two at a time to keep up with you as you stood in the entryway, fishing the pack of Marlboro lights out of your coat pocket, “it would be different if it was the first time, Finn—“
“C’mon, Y/N, he’s not a kid anymore—“
“Yes, Finn, he is!” You lit the cigarette, glancing up at the full moon and taking a long drag before toeing open the front door, “I know that your life, and the things you’ve all seen, was a lot different growing up, but he is fifteen!”
He looked away, slumping against the wall with a huff, arms crossed.
“Charlie is a good kid!”
“Finn!” Tommy’s voice bellowed down the stairs, preceding his presence (now dressed in more than just his underwear), and interrupted your tirade before you could continue.
You stayed in the door frame, blowing the smoke outside as Tommy rounded the corner. Anger taking the form of heat rising in your neck as you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself.
“Was he into the fucking coke?”
Finn started to shake his head, glancing sideways at you before looking back at Tommy. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, words still a bit slurred, “I went off for a little bit. I think he’s just tanked.”
Tommy locked eyes with you, and unfortunately you mimicked Finn’s shrug as he huffed his way back up the stairs.
“He is a good kid,” you continued, discarding the cigarette but out into the gravel drive and lighting another before glancing up at the clock, hands pointed at 3:45, and running a hand through your hair, “and he has set himself up on a good path in school, his extracurriculars are all in order, and not that we need it but he is looking at one hell of a scholarship if he can keep his grades where they are. I know it’s summer,” you sighed, “but I can’t keep having you bring my boy—“
He scoffed, “That’s part of the fucking problem, Y/N! He’s a Shelby! He’s not your boy!”
His voice came out in a roar that immediately had you taken aback, heart trembling and sinking into your stomach before you caught his gaze.
Blinking twice, you took a deep, shuddering, breath, “Go the fuck upstairs and go to bed, Finn.”
“Y/N—“
“No. Don’t you dare try to fucking apologize to me now.”
Tears stung in the corner of your eyes as you brushed past him, smoke rolling along with you as you made your way through the hall and down into the kitchen.
The coffee maker hissed to life as you leaned on your elbows in front of it, swiping tears from under your eyes every 30 seconds or so.
He’s not your boy.
The words rang in your ears painfully as you heard approaching footsteps.
“Staying up?”
You sighed, turning and leaning against the counter, eyes roaming the white tiles all up the walls as you continued viscously chewing the inside of your lip and Tommy assed your state.
You had thought about finding the bag of crisps when you went down there, but by the time the words actually sank in, you realized nothing sounded good anymore.
“Yeah, I figured,” you sniffled, turning away to pull two cups out of the cupboards, “I have a lot to catch up on, I need to find vendors and source donations for that benefit, the women’s shelter—“
“Love, what happened?”
Your shoulders relaxed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, featherlight kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.
Sometimes you hated that he knew what made you tick.
A long sigh passed between your lips, weighing your words before you spoke.
“Hm?” He prodded, rocking you both back and forth as you shrugged.
“Just another reminder of—“ that I’m not able to hold a candle to your dead wife? No, there was no good that was going to come from the rest of that sentence. Instead, you shook your head, stopping the sentence, pouring coffee in both of the cups, “I know I’m not Charlie’s mother—“
“Who said?”
“Tommy,” you shrugged him off of you, turning to face him, safe and close in the space between him and the counter, “I just, for once, wish what goes on in our household could stay in our little bubble.”
He tried to search your face for the answer to his question as you relinquished one of the mugs to him. You knew you probably weren’t making sense.
“Finn, reminded me, when I was giving him hell, that Charlie isn’t my boy.” You nodded.
“He’s just pissed out of his mind, hurling his guts into the bowl in the hall bathroom right now.”
“Like that’s an excuse.” You shot back, heading to leave the kitchen as he reached for you again.
“No,” you shook your head, picking the still burning cigarette off the tea saucer you’d grabbed from the sink, “you’re not going to manage to fuck your way out of that one. I know I’m not a Shelby by blood, but god damn Tommy, you always manage to explain away their shit and I’m getting sick of it.”
You shook your head, letting the cigarette hang from your mouth like he would usually do while he worked.
“We even had a good day today, too.”
You heard the whispered “fuck” as you meandered your way through the house, slamming the heavy wooden door to your office behind you.
The only person you felt bad that it might have woken woken up was Frances. Bless her.
She needed a raise for putting up with all of you.
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sneakyblinders · 10 months
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Superstition pt ii modern!tommy shelby x ofc
A/N: pt 2 of superstition! tommy x amandine, a new ofc! set in Louisiana in modern day. read pt i here. listen to the ambiance here. warnings: sexual themes, violence, superstition, not canon, weapons, war.
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Amandine watched as Tommy pulled his clothes on. Jeans, t-shirt, holster over his shoulders, gun loaded. He pushed his rings on his fingers, his signet ring and a ring she had bought him years ago. She was surprised he still wore it. He clasped a chain around his neck, one from his brother, Arthur. He sprayed his cologne on and turned around, blue eyes beaming at her. He felt more human today. 
“Ready?” she asked, already hot in her sundress. 
“If you are,” he said, walking out to the living room, ceiling fan chugging away at the already oppressive heat. 
The drive to Amadine’s parents house was quiet. They lived about twenty minutes from them, closer to the center of the small city they lived closest to. They pulled up to the old house, which always made Tommy seethe. It screamed old money. White brick, four white pillars holding up the second story balcony with the biggest porch on a house he’d ever seen. Rocking chairs on the porch, rocking gently in the breeze, air circulating well thanks to a ceiling fan that whirred on the ceiling of the first floor. 
They could smell the food from the driveway– the smoked boudin and collards, the peach pie–from the front porch. 
“Della, I think someone’s here to see you,” Roseanne Theiriot said, dark eyes serious as she met Tommy’s eyes through the screen door. 
Amandine and Tommy heard little footsteps running down the tile floors, stopping short when she saw her daddy. “Daddy?” she whispered. 
Tommy knelt down. “It’s me, baby,” he said. 
She smiled, running to him, crashing against his chest. Tommy wrapped his arms around his little girl. This little girl who he’d only seen pictures of–only ever heard her voice over a fuzzy phone call. 
Amandine had gotten pregnant right before he’d enlisted in the service and gotten sent to the sandbox. He’d been away at war ever since–a topic that Amandine and Tommy fought over often. He had the opportunity to come home on leave but never took it–always choosing to stay with his men. 
“This is really him?” Della asked, looking up at Amandine. 
Amandine’s emotion caught in her throat. “Yes, sweetheart. This is your daddy,” she said, nodding. 
“Thomas, I need to speak to you,” Roseanne said in that eerily quiet voice of hers. Gus, Amandine’s father and Roseanne’s husband walked down the hallway, and after seeing Tommy, groaned. 
“Ah, fuck,” Gus groaned.
“Good to see you too, Gus,” Tommy said, standing up, Della clutching Tommy’s legs. 
“Della, baby, Grandmere needs to talk to your daddy for a minute, okay? I’ll bring him right back,” Roseanne said, talking to her grandchild in a voice she only reserved for her. 
Roseanne Theiriot was a force to be reckoned with, and one of the few people Tommy feared. Her hair was black, dark eyes, an olive skin tone. She always wore flowy dresses that billowed in the wind. Many people who did not understand this life, this culture, would refer to her as a witch, a fortune teller, a necromancer, a palm reader. The mystical power that was Roseanne Theiriot scared many, and enchanted all others. 
The Theiriots and the Decourdreaux’s, Roseanne’s family, had been in Louisiana for generations. The land Gustav and Roseanne owned belonged to Gustav’s family going back to the 1800’s. Roseanne was raised in New Orleans. Her mother, and her mothers mother, and all the mothers before them, had been cursed with the gift of the spirits. Gifts going back to their Creole and Indigenous American roots from before Louisiana was even a state. They made their money telling fortunes and reading palms in Jackson Square. It’s how she met Gus, actually. 
Gustav’s family roots traced back to the original Acadians, French immigrants pushed out of Nova Scotia in the late 1700’s. Amandine, and as a result, Delphina, affectionately nicknamed Della, had strong Louisiana roots that tied them to this land. This culture. 
The Shelby’s had settled in Louisiana sometime around the 1930’s during the Great Depression, forsaking their traveler ways, but never forsaking the superstitions and beliefs that they so deeply to their core. The Gypsy beliefs that mimicked the beliefs of the Theiriots. 
Roseanne pulled Tommy to the sitting room, where she shut the French doors. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, knowing it would bother her. “I knew you were coming, Thomas,” she said in a calm voice. “The waters were disturbed before you came back.” 
Tommy tried to remain unphased, although being alone with Roseanne always sent chills up and down his spine. “Is that right?” 
“I know what you did in Iraq,” Roseanne said, walking closer to him, her dark eyes boring holes into his soul. “Who is Grace?” 
Images of her flashed through Tommy’s mind. Her on top of him, her lips on his skin. Sinking into her. Then her gun to his temple, nearly pulling the trigger before his men stormed the barracks, aware of the mole. The rat. 
“No one,” he said simply, eyes meeting Roseanne’s. 
“You should know better than to lie, Thomas,” Roseanne warned, jaw clenched. “The curse,” she shook her head slightly, her turquoise jewelry rattling. 
“I haven’t betrayed Amandine in any way that she hasn’t betrayed me,” he said plainly. 
Roseanne slapped Tommy across his cheek, a stinging pain shooting through him. “Don’t speak of my daughter, and the mother of your child in that way,” she seethed. “She has taken care of all your filthy business and ran it through her own business as a damn cover operation, evading arrest multiple times all to continue the filth you started, just so you would come home to her.” 
“She did it for the same reason I came back to this shithole,” Tommy argued. “She did it because she doesn’t want to live the rest of her days with the mark of Cain, and a curse to rival hell’s fury,” Tommy exhaled, annoyed already. “I have a child I need to introduce myself to, so if you don’t mind, I’ll be seeing myself out. We won’t be staying for lunch,” Tommy said, forcing himself past her and out the doors. 
Amandine found herself back at Marie’s the next night–the restaurant she had opened the year she fell pregnant with Della. Tommy and Della were alone together for the first time. He had decided to take her to a movie and out for pizza. 
Sweat ran down Amandine’s back as she grilled off steaks and asparagus, before one of her waiters came asking for her. “Somebody here to see you, Ma’am,” the young waiter, no older than seventeen said. 
“Who?” she asked, unbothered by him and far more concerned with the char on her New York Strips. The muscles in her back flexed, reminding her of the gun she had tucked in the waistband of her checked pants. 
“Uh, Vincent, ma’am,” he said uncomfortably. 
“Alright, I’ll be out as soon as I get this ticket done.” 
Vincent Camponi was a farmer and fisherman who Amandine bought her produce and shrimp off of for the restaurant. They’d fumbled into each other one night at a bar. One thing led to another, and they couldn’t keep their hands, or mouths, off each other ever since. 
“Hey, baby,” he drawled, his thick Louisiana accent making Amandine’s stomach flip. 
“Vin,” she began, putting her hands on his chest to avoid his kisses. “Vin, Tommy’s back. I–I can’t do this.” 
Vincent’s eyes became dark, the often playful look that was in them disappearing completely. “After the hell he’s put you through? After all the neglect? What did he do to deserve you, Dine?” 
His lips were dangerously close to hers. So close. “Not a damn thing,” she breathed before their lips crashed together. 
That night, Amandine tried her best to sneak home, but Tommy was up, whiskey in his hand, gun on the coffee table. Della was asleep in the recliner, curled under her favorite blanket. 
“Where the hell have you been?” Tommy asked, eyes heavy with fatigue. 
“Working,” she said. 
He checked his watch. “Restaurant closed damn near three hours ago,” he said. 
“Lots of dishes,” she said, the lie rolling off her tongue easily. 
Tommy stood up, stalking towards her. “Are you trying to ruin our lives? To ruin our daughter's life?” 
“What are you talking about, Tom?” Amandine sneered, trying to push past him. 
“I can smell his cologne on you,” Tommy seethed, backing her against the wall. “You’re the one who made your mama cast that damn spell,” he pinned her hands above her head, against the wall, his hips crushing against hers. “And you’re gonna keep the end of the damn bargain, woman,” he sneered. 
“You wanted that spell as much as I did,” she countered, wiggling her hips against his. Talks of curses and spells be damned, he had a spell on her. On her body. How she craved him. How she needed him. 
“What an idiot I was,” he chuckled to himself. 
“Do you love me, Thomas?” she asked, emotion cracking through her voice. 
He shook his head, in disbelief of himself, of his life. “With all I fucking am,” he breathed before crashing his lips to hers. 
After Tommy rolled off her for the last time that night, collapsing into exhaustion and blissed out sleep, Amandine had some time to think. Reflect. On this life. This confusing as hell love she and Tommy shared. 
They’d met in high school, what seemed like eons ago now. They’d fallen head over heels in love with one another–lost their virginities to one another, shared hopes and dreams, slept out under the stars in the canals, the swamps, together in his pirogue. They’d graduated a year apart, buying their house the day after Amandine graduated. 
Tommy had gotten mixed up in the wrong crowds that first year out of high school, a result of Arthur’s dealings and out of a necessity for money. The drugs had begun flowing freely when they began working as protection detail for big time dealers. And the money followed. 
Amandine had proven her talent in kitchens time after time. And before he went away to war, he had bought her Marie’s–a restaurant named for her Grandmere, who taught her everything she knew about the kitchen. He had bought it for her under the condition that she would use it as a cover business to funnel his drugs through. He, Arthur and John had managed to make their own name in the business, also continuing to illegally produce their own alcohol. A form of moonshine, outlawed in the States for decades. She had reluctantly agreed. 
Before Tommy went away to war, the couple, still desperately in love, bound themselves together spiritually. Roseanne cast a spell over the two of them, binding them together in love and devotion, with the warning that if their love was ever broken, calamity would befall them and all their children for the rest of their days. 
The scars on their palms were from where they had bound themselves together with blood. Bodies and souls–forever bound. 
Despite their awkward reunion, their wayward hearts and confused minds–Amandine knew she and Tommy would always come back together. The love they had ran deeply. 
Deeper than most understood.
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