#Modern Peaky Blinders one shot

[ryuzakemo128]

Lazy Sunday

Genre: Wholesome vibes only

Potential Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Red (Female Reader)

Rating: Suitable from ages 16+

Summary: Red spends time with her friends, Alfie, Thomas and Aberama.

Author's Note: Modern version of the show Peaky Blinders. If you want more of this type of style let me know. Message me if you want to. I don't mind.

Masterlist: Link

The night before Red and her friends went out drinking for a few hours, Red outdrank Thomas and he stayed over for the night, sleeping on Red's couch. Alfie headed home and Aberama called Polly to pick him up. Instead of trying to drive home. What ended up waking Thomas and Red up that morning is Alfie knocking on the front door.

"Oh, calm down Alfie." Red mumbled as she went to her front door of her cottage. Red groggily shuffled to the door, her eyes half-closed and her hair tousled from sleep. It was a lazy Sunday morning, "Why you so loud in the morning?"

Red opened the door to find a disheveled Alfie Solomons standing there, his usual confident demeanor slightly faded. His usually slicked-back hair was now unkempt, and he had a slight hangover from the previous night's escapades.

Alfie let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Red. "Red, thank God you're awake. I need your help, love. I had a bit too much to drink last night and ended up misplacing my keys. I've been knocking on doors for half an hour, and I'm getting strange looks from the neighbors."

Red couldn't help but chuckle at Alfie's predicament. "Well, you do know how to make an entrance, don't you? Come on in, Alfie." She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter her cottage.

Alfie stepped inside, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Red's cottage had a cozy and inviting atmosphere, with warm colors, rustic furniture, and the faint scent of herbs lingering in the air.

As Alfie made himself comfortable on the couch, Red went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers. She handed them to him, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Here, this should help with the hangover. You're lucky I keep these around."

Alfie gratefully accepted the water and painkillers, swallowing them down with a grateful nod. "Cheers, Red. You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

Red also brought his keys, "You left them here, after Aberama took us out drinking in his car."

Alfie let out a sheepish chuckle, taking the keys from Red. "Well, that explains it. Must've slipped my mind after the drinks. Thank you, Red. I owe you one."

Red waved it off with a smile. "No need to worry about it, Alfie. We all have our forgetful moments, especially after a night like that. Besides, it gave you a reason to visit me on this lazy Sunday morning."

Thomas, who had been woken up by the commotion, entered the room with a groggy expression. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Alfie with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Alfie, what are you doing here? And why are you looking like a drowned rat?"

Alfie chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Seems I misplaced my keys last night and had to pay Red a visit to retrieve them. And let me tell you, Thomas, she's been an absolute gem of help. But I think we both owe her a massive apology for the noise and disturbance."

Thomas blinked, taking a moment to process the information. He glanced at Red, a grateful smile forming on his lips. "Red, thank you for helping Alfie out. And I'm sorry if we caused any inconvenience."

"You're my friends, I don't plan on sharing any time soon. Bother me as much as you like. It's fine." Red replied. "It's always fun with you guys."

Alfie nodded in agreement. "Red's right. We're lucky to have you, love. And I promise we'll make it up to you somehow."

"You can let me make you a traditional Russian breakfast," Red replied. With that Red made Alfie and Thomas a traditional Russian breakfast all three of them.

[soleilceirinen]

Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

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!

Peaky Blinders Masterlist - Cillian Murphy Masterlist

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.

-

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."

-

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.

-

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.

[runnning-outof-time]

Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.

Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences

Word Count: 3332

A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories like this one!

"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.

"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.

"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."

"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.

"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.

"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."

"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.

"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.

——

By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.

After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.

It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.

He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.

"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.

"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but we just got here."

"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."

"I noticed that."

"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.

"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.

"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.

"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.

"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.

"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.

"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.

There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.

As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.

With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.

Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.

Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.

"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.

"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.

He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."

"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.

(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.

"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.

"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.

He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.

"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."

"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.

They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.

At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.

"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.

"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.

"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.

She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.

It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.

"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.

Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.

"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.

"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.

"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.

Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.

Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.

(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.

"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.

He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.

It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.

She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.

The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.

"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."

His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.

A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.

She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.

After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.

Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.

Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.

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[notyour-valentine]

Riot ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

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Summary: Tommy's definitions of no strings apparently includes telling his ex which clubs she can and can't go to - so she goes to his to start a riot

Note: originally planned for @zablife and her celebration, but I exceeded the 1000 word mark so here you go anyways

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: mentions of drinking, drug use, sexual content implied, unhealthy relationship and arguing

Wordcount: 2328 words

"What are you doing here?", Harry screamed over the music, his eyes widening in recognition.

She slammed her hands down on the table, rings clattering and hopefully leaving a few scratches too. She intended to leave marks tonight, with all her actions.

"Getting a drink.", She snapped back at him.

There was no need for her to specify what. 

Harry knew, and within a few seconds, he pushed a martini with a lemon slice instead of olives over to her. 

"That's -"

She didn't wait for him to tell her the price and just walked off. 

The way she had done before. Besides, even if everything else had changed, he hadn't said he would cut her off, so Harry could take it up with his boss.

Her eyes glanced up at the balcony and once she saw the tinted black glass, her jaw clenched.

How fucking dare you? 

They had had an agreement, a clear agreement at his insistence, not his. His insistence, his choice, his everything!

No strings. Just sex. 

That was what he wanted and she had been fine with that, until she had learned that his definitions of no strings included bribing her doormen, tapping her phone and installing a security camera in the lobby of her office building. 

For safety, he called it. 

But his audacity hadn't stopped there, not even after they had fallen apart for good- well fallen apart was too gentle an expression to what happened to them. She had demanded an explanation, a proper explanation, but it was like talking to a marble statue.

Even when she had screamed and raged against his cold, calm exterior, he hadn't even dignified her with a response.

It hadn't been her proudest hour, but it was his fault too for not giving her an explanation back when she was still talking and not shouting, but he hadn't even granted her a reaction.

And when she had thrown her phone, the one he had tapped, at the wall, letting the screen shatter while shouting she never wanted to see him again, he had merely gotten up, buttoned his suit jacket and left.

Apparently her rage was worth just as little as her tears had been.

And if she was worth nothing to someone why should she give them even the slightest place in her life?

Only while he had left her presence, he hadn't left her life.

It had started with the brand new phone, sealed, cased and all that had been delivered to her flat the next day, but it hadn't ended there.

The latest in a long list of insults was sending one of his lackeys to her flat with a list of nightclubs, restaurants and other establishments she was no longer allowed to enter. Not advised. Not reccomended. Allowed.

And she had imploded all over again.

She wasn't stupid enough to throw out those instructions just like that, after all, she knew who she was involved with, but that didn't give him the right to treat her like he did- like a fucking toy soldier. 

Or a whore.

Only she was less than that. Whores at least got paid.

But he would pay. She'd make him pay, and not with money, no that would be too easy.

If he didn't want her in those clubs, she'd come to his. 

He had humiliated her with his ambivalence and now she would test the limits of his power. For what was sweeter than ripping power from the man who was unnerved by nothing more than the absence of control?

From the way she had chosen that bright red lipstick, the same shade that had painted his pale skin more times than either one of them could count, over the black lace bralette top which was identical to the one he had torn to pieces on the night of his sister's birthday party, to the boots which brought her to eye level with him, she had chosen her armour carefully, leaving nothing to chance.

Fuck him, she thought as she pushed past countless faceless and meaningless bodies all moving together to the blaring sound of the music. 

Not that anyone would ever have seen her rage on her face, no, she wore her smirk with the same confidence she wore her perfume, the one she had picked out just for him, and used to spray not only on her wrists and neck but on the inside of her thighs before meeting him. 

He couldn't smell it, not from up there, hidden behind what looked like a simple black glass wall, but she knew he would recognise it and that was enough. 

From up there, they could see everything, like kings watching the peasants from the top of their ivory towers. 

But this peasant was about to start a riot. With whatever it took.

The Martini she got didn’t stay her last, and glass in hand, she made her way away from the slightly elevated dance floors where groups of girls danced together in giddy drunken delight, or perhaps in something more thanks to Finn’s and Isaiah’s little side hustle. 

Instead, she approached one of the smaller bars and climbed up on the counter. 

“You can’t do that, Ma’am!”, the bartender insisted, some fool she hadn’t met before, who quickly glanced at the security behind him. Scudboat stared at her wide-eyed. 

He knew exactly who she was. 

Here on the bar, she had just enough room and was in just the right view for what she had intended. 

One thing she had to allow him - thanks to the money he splashed on it, he always had good DJs and the music was perfect for dancing. 

It was funny really, below her on the dance floor she saw countless people trying their best at grinding and twerking for some attention or laughter, while in her experience it was always patience and teasing that got under their skin, especially when it came to impatient men. 

These people down there could learn a thing or two from the Burlesque dancers. They knew to find just the right spot of fleeting touches, teasing brushes and infinite implications. It did more than merely shoving two bodies against each other ever did. 

As she swayed her hips in tune with the music, she let her hand trail almost leiserously down her body, her thumb brushing along the side of her breast just barely before it settled on her hip, her outstretched fingers leading the eye down a treacherous path, one he had used to trail with kisses and leaving signatures of red and purple in his wake. 

Her skin had long cleared but the memory lingered in her mind as she knew it would in his. 

Three songs down her glass was empty, but she had found rather an audience with a bachelor party, a good dozen of freshly polished city boys with Ralph Lauren shirts and rolled up sleeves, showing off their expensive watches - not the flashy rolex kind the boxing or MMA fighters he had bought received as bonuses for throwing a fight in the octagon or ring, but rather the gilded ones with monogrammed backs and leather straps from game they had shot themselves. 

She knew their kind. Young, but old money, feeling like they owned the world even if they knew nothing of it, and looking down on the rest as if they had climbed their own way to the hights they were born into. 

Turning her back to them, she handed the barkeeper her glass. 

“Another.”, she insisted. 

“No more for you!”, came the response, not from him but Scudboat. 

She glared at him and scoffed.

“Says who?”

His eyes darted to the black staircase leading to the balcony for only a split second. 

A command from the heavens it seemed. 

But even if she had been cut off, the bachelor party wasn’t and they had just ordered a whole tray of shots. 

And men were easily guided. One of them greedily handed out one to her and she, well, it would have been painfully boring to just take it normally, wouldn’t it?

Still standing on the counter of the bar, she crouched down and leaned over, watching their eyes widen as her teeth clasped around one edge of the shot glass. 

John had taught her that particular trick, up behind the tinted windows, but with plastic, no matter how thick, it was far easier.

Holding it between her teeth while keeping her hands at her sides, she threw her head back, feeling the liquor run down the back of her throat, as her lips curled into a smile.

The cheers were so loud, she could hear them over the music. “Do that again!”, one of the men ordered and for once she was more than happy to oblige. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see commotion coming from the stairs. 

Good. 

She picked out the one that looked most like old money from the group (and even a bit familiar) and stretched out her hand to him, letting him lift her off of the top of the bar before she intertwined her fingers with his. 

He told her his name, but she had forgotten it before he had even closed his mouth. 

It didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. 

But she looked at him like she did, batting her eyelashes and biting the inside of her painted red lip as she pulled him further onto the dancefloor, never breaking eye contact. 

Even when they were fully submerged in the mass, it took them less than two minutes, until an arm snaked around her waist as he leaned in. 

“Walk!”, Isaiah hissed in her ear.

“I don’t think I will!”, she insisted, spinning out of his arm and laughing in the process. 

He reached for her wrist and pulled her in. 

“There’s a car to take you home. You’ve had enough.”

Evidently, someone had had enough, but it wasn’t her. 

Not nearly. 

What good was a victory if she didn’t get to see her spoils? Lacing her fingers with the prep school boy she leaned forward, her other hand finding the back of Isaiah’s neck as she pulled him in. 

“He’s sending kids to babysit me now?”, she asked, before throwing her head as laughter spilled from her lips. 

In truth, Isaiah was closer to her age than Tommy was, far closer, but she knew he hated it when they were talked down to. She had seen Arthur do it countless times, and his and Finn’s silent rage again and again. 

“If you didn’t act like a child, he wouldn’t have to!”, Isaiah snapped. She showed him her best childish pout, before flashing an grin and turning back to the one she had picked out. 

The fact that Isaiah hadn’t tried to drag her away by force told her one thing only - she had chosen the right one. Probably his father was a minister, or owned a newspaper or the like. 

If his son pulled a hissy fit, the father cause Tommy problems. 

Ah - this little bit of power made it all so much sweeter and was well worth the feeling of his grubby hands on her hips. Poor boy couldn’t even find the beat but she did, rolling her hips as she moved up and down slightly, her eyes locked with his (even if they were more focussed on her cleavage). 

By the look of him she could have him on his back or on his knees in a matter of seconds. 

Two songs they had, before Isaiah returned, but this time he wasn’t alone. 

Finn didn’t hesitate to step right between them, his hand finding her shoulder. 

“You’re coming with me!”, he snarled. 

It was so adorable seeing him trying to give her orders, even if he was just his brother’s mouthpiece. 

“And where would I be going?”, she chirped.

“He wants you to go up!”, Finn roared into her ear against the music. 

“Really?”, she asked, making sure he could hear her. “Usually he preferred me to go down!”

Even in the club nights, she could see Finn turn red from collarbone to the tip of his ears. 

She used the moment he was dumbstruck to slip her hand into his pocket, retrieving that little plastic bag. 

“You’re not allowed-”, he began, but she fished out one of the little pills.

“Be a dear and tell your brother thank you for the ride!”, she told him as she placed the bag back into the chest pocket of his shirt. “But I’ll be hitching one home with this one.”

Nodding over her shoulder at the trust fund boy she placed the pill between her white teeth and red lips, while grinning at the two of them before letting her hands find the man’s once more. As soon as her back was turned to them, she spat the pill out and made sure to crush it to dust under her heel as she continued to dance with the man. 

She wasn’t fucking mental after all. 

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Isaiah and Finn rush up the stairs three steps at a time, Finn’s face still sporting a shade of crimson to rival her lips. 

For a moment she could see the golden glimmer of light as they opened the door to enter. 

Before she could count to thirty, the lights came on and the music died, replaced by groans, boos and protest cries. 

That was never a good idea in a club, and not even she wanted to see the carnage all around her now that it was entirely and completely illuminated. 

They all looked worse for wear, if they were even still wearing things in the first place. 

“Sorry folks-”, the DJ announced over the microphone. “We’re having some technical difficulties. For safety reasons we’re going to have to ask you all to leave.”

He was almost shouted down, by those who weren’t too preoccupied with their surroundings. But she couldn’t care less for the monstrous sights around her. 

Instead her eyes travelled up the stairs to the balcony in front of the private room. 

Tommy's shirt was pale against the black suit jacket of his and had the top two buttons undone, but it was nothing compared to how white his knuckles looked from where he clutched the railing. 

Even from down here, she could see the anger burning in his icy eyes. 

But she only smirked up at him, before turning on her heel and making her way towards the bar. 

There was no way in hell she would force her way out amongst all the other patrons, and with all the hassle going on on the floor she might even have time for Harry to make her another Martini before she slipped out through the back.

The End

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Please can I request a Tommy having a hard time dealing with his daughter growing up when she goes to her first house party?

Keeping me young (One shot)

Thank you for submitting this! I loved this idea so much and I had so much fun writing this down! :,)

Thomas deals with his daughter Y/N growing up

Warnings: Fluff, modern! Thomas Shelby, single parent, slight mentions of alcohol, slight mentions of death

1213 words

“Hurry up, I’m late!” Y/N was banging on the door of her father’s bedroom, hoping to make him dress himself faster. “Since when do you care about being somewhere on time?” Thomas finally opened the door, wearing his typical combo of a white button-up and greyish jeans. Y/N shook her head.

“Dad, there’s no reason to dress like that, you don’t even have to get out of the car!” Thomas said nothing even though he would’ve wanted to meet the parents of the party host. “There are no parents for you to meet, Andy is home alone, his parents are on vacation.” “And what if something happens and you guys need to call for help?” A thousand different situations raced through Thomas’ mind but his daughter casually waved it off. “I got a phone, dad. Remember?”

“Well, at least you would use it for something useful then…” That earned him a slight push as he walked out of the front door up to his car.

“Be outside at 12 sharp, or I will come inside.” Y/N got goosebumps just from thinking about the embarrassment of her father walking into the ongoing party. “Alright, dad.” “Have fun. And remember, don’t drin-” But Y/N had already slammed the car door shut, running up to her friends who were waiting for her in front of the big house.

Thomas tried to clear his mind as he drove back home. This was her first time at a party all by herself and he just couldn’t figure out if it was the right time for her to make such a big step into adulthood. Something inside of him told him that it was himself who was keeping her from going out at the age of sixteen. She was the most important thing in his life since her mother had passed away a few years ago. It had just been the both of them the whole time and even though being a single parent wasn’t easy at all, they were the bestest of friends. Now it was time to let her go, step by step. She needed to make her own choices and memories. Thomas wondered if letting your children grow up was just as hard for every other parent.

His brother Arthur had always been more chill with everything than he was. He had no kids but he loved to give Thomas parenting advice, most of which he definitely read about on those internet forums that he roamed around in during most of his freetime. “Oh, come on! When I was her age, mom and dad used to chase me around with a stick because I wrecked the family car during one of my nights out!”

If there was one advice Thomas took from his brother, it was that he would make sure that his daughter would never turn out like Arthur did.

“I still can’t believe that your father actually let you go to a party for once.” “Yeah, me neither.” Y/N forced a smile, though she didn’t really like her friends talking about her father and his ways of parenting. For some people, he might’ve come off as strict but she knew that he just wanted to protect her at all costs. The last few years hadn’t been easy for him or Y/N herself.

She turned around to a hand grabbing her shoulder from behind. Andy grinned at her, waving a bottle in his free hand. “Care to try some?” “No, thanks…” She politely declined, drinking definitely wasn’t something she was ready for just now. “Oh, come on! Your father isn’t looking…for once!” Y/N shot an angry glare at one of her friends while the rest of the group started to laugh.

But after a little bit of discussion, she finally gave in.

Y/N felt awful. It wasn’t even like she drank much but the liquor tasted disgusting and it burned in her throat. Her friends, on the other hand, seemed to have the time of their lives, drinking out of the bottles as if alcohol tasted like straight tap water. She had to admit, some of them became very funny people as the alcohol started to set in. Y/N regret that she didn’t meet those “new people” earlier, they were making the evening so much funnier that she started to forget the time.

tap, tap, tap…. Thomas fingers were pounding on his steering wheel. He had been waiting for 20 minutes now and even though he brushed her being late off as her having fun, he started to become more and more worried by the second. Finally, he got out of the car and decided to check on his daughter. The people in the corridor looked at him as if he didn't belong there at all…well, to be fair, he didn’t. It didn’t take long for somebody to lead him to Y/N since everybody knew that there could only be one parent who would crash a party to search for his daughter.

Y/N was embarrassed, to say the least. She nearly dragged him out of the house, slamming the car door so loud that everybody on the front porch turned their heads.

“Look, I’m sorry…” “Yeah, dad. I know. I just forgot the time, like every other normal kid my age does sometimes, alright?” This had been the first in a long time. She usually wasn’t angry at him, they never fought. This time, it wasn’t like Thomas could even start a fight between them, he knew that he was in the wrong.

And so the drive back home remained silent.

Thomas slowly opened the door to Y/N’s room and sat down on her bed. She didn’t turn around, simply deciding to ignore him for now.

“You know…since your mother died…” Y/N let out a groan which made him chuckle. The old story. “Having you by my side is the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me! Did you know that people tend to feel like they’re coming closer and closer to death when they’re having children?” “Yeah, that’s why I don’t want any.” Y/N mumbled into the pillow. “Well, that isn’t the case with you. It’s almost as if you’re keeping me young.” “Yeah, I’m keeping you up with the newest stuff so that you don’t end up like grandma.” Thomas started to laugh and got ready for his best impression. “You can use this thing for visiting the world wide web?” Y/N snorted as he pointed at her phone. They both spent quite a lot of time laughing at Thomas’ on-spot impression of her grandmother and after they were finally tired from laughing, Y/N put her head down on his leg. “I know that it isn’t easy for you, dad… I keep telling the others! But you have to let me live, or I’ll end up as neglected as uncle Arthur!” The both of them looked at each other and started to laugh again.

“But seriously… Just because I go out from time to time or even will have a boyfriend some day, who knows, doesn’t mean that I’ll leave you behind. I’ll always keep you young, dad. You’re the coolest dad ever! I love you…”

Thomas smiled. “I love you too, darling. But we’ll have a talk about that boyfriend thing…”

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Please note - All stories smutty unless otherwise stated.

Nobody's Girl (Luca/OFC Series)

Immortal Beloved (John/Vampire!OFC Series)

La Dolce Vita (John/Cosima Changretta OFC Series)

Your Touch Builds a Bonfire (John/Reader one shot)

The Art of Pleasure (Modern day!Dom!John/Reader) - Part One Part Two

The Promise of Rubies (John/Reader one shot)

Wet Sheets (John/Reader one shot)

Baby Face (John/Reader one shot)

She Belonged to the Wild (Tommy/Reader one shot)

Buffed Brass and Baritones (Arthur/Reader one shot)

Animal (Luca/Reader one shot)

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Twitch (John/Reader)

Burn Bright White (John/Reader)

Little Sunshine (John/Reader)

Tiny Shelby Feet (John/Reader)

Never Forgotten (Arthur/Reader)

First Bloom (Tommy/Virgin!reader)

Devastating (Tommy/Reader)

Hungry (Luca/Reader)

Dance with the Devil (Luca/Reader)

Prompt short - "I know he's the one you're getting married to, but he'll never love you like I do." - (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - "Really? You're pregnant?" - (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - "If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the rest of the week." (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short -  “Stop being a tease, or I’ll take you to the nearest darkened corner and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” (Tommy/Reader)

Prompt short - “Good with your hands, hmm? I think I want to know more.” - (John/Reader)

Prompt short - “No, we’re not going anywhere yet. Not until I get to show you just how gorgeous I think you look.” - (John/Reader)

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Masterlist: Arthur Shelby

"There is good in my heart but these hands... These hands belong to the Devil."

I've included for you below all the works related to Arthur Shelby from Peaky Blinders. While I am fond of the whole Peaky Blinders universe, Arthur is my comfort character, so I mainly write about him. Consequently, his masterlist is far more extended than it is for any other characters of the show. Stories marked 🔞 contained smut or heavy sexual reference but it might as well denote the presence of dark themes.

SERIES

Heaven in Your Eyes:

Heaven in Your Eyes Prologue & Masterlist 🔞

Additional Masterlist

Heaven in Your Eyes is the main thread of this blog but also the most complete/complex story this blog offers. If you are looking for an extended, multi chapters and immersive Arthur Shelby story you are at the right place. HYE is written as a xReader work that is to say with "You" POV, but keep in mind that the main character has a detailed backstory and is physically described. Lots of the one-shots posted here are linked to Heaven in Your Eyes, even if reading the series is not mandatory to enjoy them.

Tangled Desires:

Tangled Desires Masterlist 🔞

Tangled Desires revolves around the character of Lola Haze, a young, mysterious, and bratty girl moving to Small Heath with her mom. In her attempt to flee from a toxic home and a dark past, she gets involved with the three Shelby brothers in a dangerous love game. She ends up trapped in this twisted polycule as the Shelby's toy.

SHORT SERIES

Hey Bunny - ongoing 🔞

Loose Cannon (Modern AU)

The Woods Whisper - completed 🔞

Part 1

Part 2

Little Lamb - ongoing 🔞

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

ONE-SHOTS

Ultraviolence 🔞

Savage Daughter

From Blood We Will Grow

To Bark and Bite

Kaiser Meeting Cyril (requested)

A Bone to Pick With It (requested)

Perfect Lines

Love Ritual

A Slice of Us (Modern AU)

Savage Daughter

Bleeding You (Vampire AU Blurb)

PEAKY BLINDERS MASTERLIST

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MASTERLIST

The Boys

Happy Little Family (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: When Vought asks the unthinkable, you are forced to play house with certified psychopath Soldier Boy. Your life (and dignity) may be at stake, but something about him draws you in.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

The Time We Lost (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Summary: 40 years have passed since you saw Soldier Boy. Yet here he was at your door. With so many things having changed, will you two be able to withstand the modern world?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

One Shots

Smut = 🍑

New Years Eve (Soldier Boy x Reader) 🍑

Summary: Corporate parties are usually the worst. However, when you meet Solider Boy, the night takes an exciting turn.

Dance With Me (Soldier Boy x Reader) 🍑

Summary: You're a stripper at a strip club in the 80s. When Soldier Boy walks in that night, you cannot help yourself but say hello.

Peaky Blinders

Please Please Please (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N is only a child when she and Tommy Shelby meet. The two quickly become best friends as they grow up in Small Heath. As the years go by, Y/N and Tommy realize there may be more to their friendship than they originally thought.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

[ryuzakemo128]

I Will Never Die

A/N: In order to give more character Red, I would like it if you could go through these things here in this post. Just so I can get an idea of what you want Red to be in the Future.

Pairing: Modern Thomas Shelby x Red (Female Reader)

Prompt List: Part One / Part Two / Part Three

Prompt: “Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me”

Requested?: No.

Song: I will Never Die By Delta Rae

Old heat of a raging fire Come and light my eyes Summer's kiss to electric wire But I'll never die

Red had taken Thomas out of the room. Whoever kicked down her office doors knew they’d be there. Whoever wanted to kill both Thomas and Red tried to ensure they knew they were coming. Red knew the Colombian mafia wouldn’t let her get away with killing their boss’s wife.

“These Colombian people don’t have the sense of humour I like.” Red says to Thomas, causing him to laugh a little.

Red smirked as one man left an opening wide enough for her to get Thomas out of there.

“One of us needs to leave in order to get backup. You’re hurt and you need medical attention. I need to get you a way to get help without them noticing that we have left.”

“I’m not leaving without you Red,” Thomas stated clinging on her arm, “I won’t let you do this on your own. Not since you have endured the passing of your friend Galina,”

“This is the only chance we have to make sure you stay alive,” Red whispered to him, “Charlie and Ruby need you to be there, I’ll find you when I can alright?”

“Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me” Thomas shouted as Red went to deal with the stragglers left behind.

"I'll find you Thomas!"

[soleilceirinen]

The Portrait | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Thomas Shelby is your History professor at the university. One day he wants to meet you at his office and it scares you a bit. Definitely, you are not expecting to see what's waiting for you there. Modern AU.

Warnings: nothing.

A/N: this is short and maybe makes no sense but I just wanted to write something after not writing anything in months. Also, it's inspired by a real teacher I had, who kept a huge self portrait in his university office. It was horrible and funny at the same time.

Sorry for the English, it isn't my first language. There are probably a lot of mistakes but I don't feel like proofreading it more. Thanks for reading it!

Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

In the three years that you had been studying at the university, you had never been in professor Shelby’s office. Not even once. But there were rumours, each of them crazier than the next one. They said that one of the walls was covered by a bookshelf which actually was a secret door to access professor Solomon’s office, who some people believed were his secret lover. But that was nothing compared to other things you had heard, such as not going alone to his office if you were a young woman, just in case. 

Of course, you didn’t believe any of this. Unfortunately, you had learned the hard way that sometimes people were mean and they would talk shit about others just out of jealousy, or self discontent. Some people had very sad and empty lifes. 

It didn’t make sense to you because Thomas Shelby never messed with anyone. The man taught his classes and left, unlike other teachers who tried really hard to be friends with their students, he knew where to set the limits. He was serious and a good professor, one of the best you had ever had. 

His lectures were focused on the first half of 20th Century History. Sometimes, Thomas would talk about World War I in a way that made you feel like he had been there, as if he were telling you all his memories. 

-

On Monday you got an email from him. Your heart skipped a beat, he wanted to meet you at his office. The message was brief and concise, it just said that he wanted to talk to you, along with the appointment’s date. Now you were a nervous wreck. What did he want to talk about with you? You couldn’t know, maybe your last essay was so horrible that he wanted to say it to your face and see your reaction.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to push away all those thoughts. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal and you were creating a mountain out of a grain of sand. Besides, it made no sense to dwell on the suffering if you didn’t even know the reason why he wanted to meet.

-

It had been five minutes since you arrived at Mr. Shelby’s office. The only problem was that you couldn’t find the strength to knock on the closed door. You just wanted to put off the moment as long as possible.

"You can do it. Tommy doesn't bite, you know?"

The sudden presence of someone behind you made you turn around in surprise. You thought you were alone in the empty hallway but clearly you were wrong because Mr. Solomons was standing next to you, seemingly amused. After all, his office was the one next to Thomas's. 

He was your professor too, although his lectures didn’t captivate you as much as those of Mr. Shelby. It wasn’t because they weren’t interesting, he specialised on Jewish History and cultural heritage, but the way he rambled was certainly disconcerting. Some days after leaving his class you weren’t even able to determine what he had been talking about since  he liked to spill ideas that in theory had some kind of connection with each other.

“I know, thanks for the encouragement,” you replied quietly. He placed one of his large hands on your shoulder and gave you a friendly squeeze before walking past you, as he headed towards his own office. 

-

Mr. Shelby's deep voice invited you in from the other side of the door. You entered slowly, fixing your gaze on the floor. He waited, sitting on the other side of the desk as he watched you with interest. 

“How are you, Y/N?”

The answer died in your throat the moment you gathered enough courage to look up in order to meet his blue eyes. Mr. Shelby stared at you expectantly, one eyebrow raised. You covered your mouth with your hand, the last thing you wanted to do now was bursting into laughter but you couldn’t take your eyes away from the painting.

Right behind him, almost covering the whole surfice of the wall, hung a huge portrait. It wasn’t a photograph, it looked like an oil painting on canvas. In it appeared Mr. Shelby, who was wearing the kind of clothes that men would probably wear back in the 1920’s, standing next to a majestic white horse. Slowly, your eyes moved from the painting to the man in front of you. 

Who in his right mind has a painting like that in their university office? It was the tackiest thing you had seen in a long time. Definitely, not what you were expecting to find there. 

“Y/N?”

Mr. Shelby's soft voice brought you back to reality. To the here and now. "Yes, good. And you?"

"Not bad. You'll wonder why I summoned you today," he said, as he rummaged through the piles of papers and books that littered his desk. You made a small noise of confirmation, so he continued speaking. "I really liked your last essay about the role of women in society during World War I. Have you ever been to France?"

You tilted your head to the side, for a moment nothing made sense. What did one thing have to do with the other? You kept looking at the portrait, as if the answer was painted somewhere there. "France?" 

At your bewildered face, Mr. Shelby laughed softly. It sounded as if he were letting out a gust of air. His eyes shined gently, he seemed to be in a good mood. “Yes, the country. The university’s History department has been offered a student exchange with a French university. It’s only a week but in five days you can do many things. I was talking to Mr. Solomons and we agreed that you are one of our most promising students, it might be interesting for you to go.”

"Really? I don't know what to say..." you mumbled, your cheeks turning red and warm. You wanted to cry, or laugh, or both. "I've never been to France, I don't even speak French."

Mr. Shelby found what he was looking for. He placed a form in front of you and pointed his finger at it. "Think about it. If you decide to go, fill this out and bring it to me in a couple of days. It's a great opportunity," he added.

Nodding, you took the form and put it carefully between your notes so it wouldn’t get all wrinkled. “Thank you so much for considering me,” you finally said, truly grateful. 

You looked one last time at the painted version of Thomas. His cold eyes returned an icy stare from above, with an almost cruel expression. He seemed so distant, like someone who no longer has anything to lose. It made you wonder, in the first place, the history behind the painting. Did he commission it? Why? Anyway, he could have hung it at his house, not there. 

Before stepping out of the office, you looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. What you weren’t expecting was Thomas returning the smile back at you, but he did and for a brief moment, his face lit up. That face couldn’t be further away from the hard features of his painted version. 

As you walked down the hallway you shook your head. So many nerves for nothing. It also infuriated you a little bit to think about all the shit people said about him behind his back, all rumours, since nobody ever mentioned the painting. 

However, you had something clear. Despite the bad reputation that preceded him, you kind of liked Thomas Shelby. He had the most incredible pair of blue eyes and the worst taste when it came to decoration, but nobody is perfect.

[runnning-outof-time]

Escaping the Ashes | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @shelbydelrey ‘s Peaky x Lana Festival

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) reflects on her time spent in the limelight. Although she left it all behind, she can't say she regrets stepping into it; for it brought her the one thing she loves the most.

Warnings: drinking, brief mention of a car crash

Word Count: 1912

A/N: I think I can safely say that I throughly enjoy writing stories based off of songs I’ve never previously heard. This was a bunch of fun to write — thanks for assigning it to me, Isa! I decided to take the modern AU route for it….I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this is based off of the song Wild At Heart by Lana Del Rey…I tried to weave some other elements of the song in. I didn’t use the lyric you chose verbatim because it didn’t fit with the speaking pattern, but I’ve got it in there.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

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(Y/N) raised her hand slightly, waving to the bartender to get his attention before she motioned to her empty glass, signaling that she wanted another drink. He nodded before getting right into making a second Jack and Coke for her. It was ready within seconds and she thanked him for it before bringing the glass up to her lips to take a sip.

She heard footsteps coming from behind her as she set the glass back down on the wooden bar top. Those footsteps led right up to the empty stool next to the one she was occupying. She kept her eyes fixed on the television hanging above the bar, sighing as she felt someone sit in the seat next to her.

The bar was nearly empty, which is why she decided to take up a temporary residence there, so the fact that someone would choose the seat right next to her confused, and slightly irked, her. She just wanted to be alone!

The voice that belonged to said person answered all of her questions. "Figured you'd be here." It was her fiancé.

"You finally figured out where I spend my Thursdays now," she responded, not yet looking over at him, even though she could feel that he was looking at her.

He chuckled at her statement, noticing the dry nature of it, and he called over the bartender; ordering some of the top shelf whiskey, before he spoke to her again, "couldn't stand waiting back at home?"

"No," she answered, shaking her head as she fixed her eyes on the glass in front of her, "mind gets the best of me there."

"Sorry work ran late..."

"It always runs late, Tommy," she cut him off, brushing off his apology before he even had the chance to finish it, "I know how it can get sometimes," she finally looked at him as she finished speaking, smiling slightly as she took in his appearance. If he wouldn't have said that he'd put in a full day's work, she wouldn't have thought that he did...how he could look so effortlessly attractive still blew her mind daily.

Tommy grimaced at her statement. Her 'late days' looked different than his, sure, but they were taxing all the same. "Still should have been home earlier for you," he didn't let the thought go.

"Let it go, Tommy," she dismissed him yet again.

"I don't like leaving my fiancée home, alone; to her own devices," he continued anyway.

"You make me sound like I'm crazy," she giggled slightly as she teased him. He was happy to see her smile.

"Aren't you?" he teasingly quipped back, making her fully turn to face him with wide eyes and her mouth gaped.

"Thomas!" she exclaimed in surprise, smacking his thigh as she tried to hold her façade up and keep back the laughter that was threatening to escape. He said nothing in response and just winked at her as she grumbled something along the lines of how if he wasn't so attractive, he'd ‘ve gotten an entire earful just then.

Silence returned as their laughs faded off, and (Y/N) turned her body back so that she was sitting properly on the stool once more. She picked up her drink and took a sip from it before setting it back down and deciding to occupy herself with spinning the glass around.

"How are you handling all of this?" Tommy spoke up after a few moments had passed, finally getting to asking what they'd been dancing around from the second (Y/N) realized he was sitting next to her.

She exhaled a sigh before speaking, "I'm handling it," she shrugged, "I...I'm happy to be away from all of it, you know."

"I wouldn't," he answered honestly, making her remember that there truly wouldn't be a Tommy Shelby if he didn't have his work, "but I'm happy you were able to get away before it got to be too much."

(Y/N) exhaled a sigh and nodded. She again began to wonder if she'd made the right choice. She'd spent her entire life wanting to create and share her music with vast audiences, and now she'd finally gotten the chance, she was backing away. The four years she'd spent in the business were catching up with her. She didn't like the other things that came with fame, and they were getting to be a bit much for her to handle. The part she loved had been essentially placed in the shadows of the camera flashes and the engagements that seemed to book up every hour of her day. It was too much to the point that she backed out of her record deal and moved out of the city, escaping the ashes that were starting to fall around her; before the ashes were all that was left.

"You're thinking again," Tommy cut into her thoughts, knowing that her mind was going a mile a minute by how she was staring absently at her glass.

"I am," she admitted dryly, seeing no need to lie. He could always see right through her anyway. She turned her head slightly, seeing that he was looking at her expectantly. "Was it the right move?" she then asked him the question that had been pestering her mind.

"Do you think that it was?" he flipped it back onto her.

"I'm asking you the question, Tommy!" she groaned, frustration flashing across her features.

"If you feel better now that you're away from it then I'd say 'yeah, it was the right move'," he gave his opinion, shrugging slightly.

"But I took you away from London," (Y/N) pointed out, a slight frown forming on her face. Tommy was a prominent businessman, and London was one of his major home bases.

"I've got a car, love," he brushed her statement off, flashing a grin in her direction. She shook her head slightly upon hearing his response, "I'm still able to do my work just fine from here...you were having a hard time doing anything in London," he pointed out then.

This was true. She really wasn't even able to leave their apartment with the aforementioned paparazzi always wanting to capture every little snippet of her life. The fact that there was an air of mystery around Tommy and his business dealings didn't help either. The 'famous musician dates business bad boy' headline was one the paps were always trying to sell, no matter how corny it sounded.

She couldn't leave Tommy though. No. The two years that she's spent with him have been the best of her life. So these serious talks of stepping out of the limelight began one evening after dinner when the incessant flashes caused her chauffeur to get into a minor car accident. Both (Y/N) and Tommy were fine, but she reached the breaking point. They decided to purchase a home and move out to the outskirts of London, where the paparazzi wouldn't find her. It was the reason why she was able to sit in this bar, alone, whenever she wanted to.

"Being stuck in that city was a lot," (Y/N) spoke on her thoughts after a few moments had passed. Tommy nodded in agreement with her as she took another sip from her glass. A momentary silence then fell around them as she turned to look over at him. He kept his gaze on her as she studied his face before dropping her eyes to her hands, looking at the engagement ring that was sparkling back at her. "You still love me, yeah?" she asked him then, her voice soft as she glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

"Course I do, love," he answered her like it was a no-brainer, his brows furrowed in confusion because he wondered why she would have asked this, "why would you question that?"

"Because I've stepped away from singing," she answered him, her voice still soft.

"You're more than just a pretty face on the stage for me, (Y/N)...way more," he told her, his eyes showing his seriousness. "You've stepped away from that, but you've not changed one bit. You're still...I love you because you're still wild at heart."

(Y/N) bashfully looked down at her lap as she heard what he had to say. She still wasn't used to him saying things like this. To have someone profess their love to her and actually mean it was something that she really wasn't used to; being in the circle she was.

"Have I made (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the woman who has something to say about everything, speechless?" Tommy questioned after a few silent seconds, a grin apparent in his voice.

"Oh shut it, Tommy," she said to him, knocking her knee against his as she looked up at him again. Seeing the smile on his face made hers break out from behind the glare she was trying to hold up.

"It seems as though I have," he stated smugly, making her roll her eyes at him.

She shook her head, looking him over again like she had before. "You know...if I had to do it all over again I would..." she trailed off, her words making Tommy's eyebrows raise in intrigue.

"You would?" he asked, surprised that she would say that, "why's that?"

(Y/N) cracked a smile before she laughed slightly. "Because, in the end it brought me here to you," she admitted, knowing full well how corny she probably sounded. Tommy cracked another grin as he chuckled slightly at her words; not because they were funny, but because they'd struck something inside of him.

He wasn't embarrassed to admit that he stuck around the club one night after she'd finished the set she was performing. Her voice had mesmerized him, and her beauty was something unlike he'd seen in his entire lifetime. She entertained him when she realized that he'd been waiting around for her, and that was when he really fell in love. It was safe to say that he’d never met anyone like her. He made it a point to go to the next few shows so that he'd get another chance to see her afterwards, and he hadn't stopped following her since.

"It's corny, I know," (Y/N) admitted to the cheesiness, "but it's true. I'd do it a thousand times over if it meant I got to meet, and be with, you." She was able to lean in closer to him due to the proximity of their stools, and she waited until her lips were just inches from his to speak again, "I love you, Tommy," she said, feeling the grin as it grew on his lips.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he repeated the sentiment, not allowing her a second to respond before he matched his lips with hers.

Their kiss was kept brief, and (Y/N) giggled as she pulled away, reaching up to wipe the smudge of lipstick from his bottom lip before anyone would notice. Tommy just grinned at her, managing to kiss her knuckles before she brought them away.

No one did notice though, which was another reason why she was grateful that she escaped the life that she was hurling herself into before it got to where she was in too deep. Now she was able to be the person she desired to be. The person that was, definitely, wild at heart.

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[peakyscillian]

Wild Horses | Modern!Tommy One Shot

Summary: Using the prompt "I promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!" Warnings: Fluff! Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader Requested: Yes! by the lovely Liv (@gypsy-girl-08) for my 1.5k Celebration which you can join in with or request a prompt from! Thank you so much for the request Liv, here's my gift to you for being so supportive from almost the start of my wild Peaky community journey! ily! Notes - Thank you @heidimoreton for the gif!

Masterlist | 1.5k Celebration

Wild Horses.

You were sat outside the office block, waiting for Tommy to appear, he'd told you fifteen minutes ago he was on his way. He was impossible always working, you only needed him for the afternoon.

He'd promised you he'd been done by the time you arrived to get him, you'd somehow managed to keep a secret from him, with a lot of hushed phone calls to the family and late night emails.

You knew he was avoiding coming down to the car, he hated surprises, picking up your phone you dialled his number.

"I'm coming darling, I'm coming" he voice drawled down the line, you rolled your eyes hanging up without a word.

'Is he on his way down? x' you text your brother in-law for some support, 'putting him in the lift as we speak x' Arthur's response flew back.

You flicked the end of your cigarette out of the window, Tommy was leaving his office, you'd told him to take a change of clothes, be in something more casual, but, no here he was in his full suit slipping into the passenger seat of your car.

He lent across the centre console, pressing a kiss to your cheek "hello darling" he smiled.

You turned your head to catch his lips, letting yourself get carried away, as your phone buzzed.

You grabbed it quickly so he wouldn't see, turning to start the engine "I hate not knowing, you know that" he grumbled, throwing himself back into the seat like a spoilt child.

You laughed lightly "I promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!" you squeezed his knee, pulling out of the parking space.

-

You somehow convinced Tommy to put on the blindfold, one you'd whipped out of the box kept in the wardrobe, he'd never let you use it on him before.

"Don't think we'll do this in the bedroom again, it's not that nice is it?" he groaned, you bit at your lips holding in the small giggle "I don't know Tom, I enjoy it" you admitted.

You could sense the smirk on his lips, keeping your eyes on the road "then we will continue" he laughed.

You made the familiar turning into Charlie's Yard, he'd helped you plan almost all of this surprise, you checked the text on your phone from him.

'All sorted, third stable, set up. Curly out of the way he can't keep a secret'

You got out of the car, making your way round to the passenger side, helping Tommy out, guiding him across the cobbles to the large gates.

"Why are we at Charlies Yard?" he asked, you stopped trying to see where he had managed to sneak a peak from the blindford.

"The smell, its the smell of Charlie's Yard I haven't looked" he confirmed, you huffed of course he knew this place by just the smell, he'd spent nearly all his life here.

-

You stood behind him, standing on tiptoes to unknot the blindfold "Keep your eyes closed, Thomas" you giggled, making your way back round to his side.

Linking your fingers through his "Open" you whispered, so giddy with excitement.

You watched him as his eyes finally fell on the majestic black horse, he turned to you mouth agape with shock "You didn't?" he asked, stepping forward slowly towards the horse.

Tommy was always dreaming about owning a horse again, he'd grown up riding but moving into the City to launch the business meant he left his horses in Curly's care.

He turned to you, a beaming smile on his face, you moved towards him watching as he spoke softly to the horse, "She's called Gypsy Eve" you handed him the paperwork.

Tommy nodded his free arm wrapped round your waist pulling you into his side, "have you ever been on a horse?" he asked, you looked up at the towering animal "never, they frighten me" you admitted.

Tommy smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek "We can ride together"

You gave him a look, "don't start you little tease" he hummed with an amused smirk, "I do like riding sometimes" you quipped as he pressed his fingers to your side, making you squirm at the sensation.

"Lets go for a ride" he declared, shrugging off his suit jacket, "what kind?" you asked, he shook his head walking to the side of the horse, patting her on the back.

"later for the other kind of ride, eh?" he cupped at your jaw letting his lips slide across yours momentarily.

"Is that a promise?" you asked, fingers dancing in the shaved side of his hair "Of course, when have I ever let you down"

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Go tell the English (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst) - completed

Tommy leaves the field hospital in France with nothing but a trinket and memories of the woman who had given it to him

The Boy in the Window (Tommy Shelby x Reader Series) - completed

(Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy, after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realises that he is in fact very real, rather hungry and quite cold and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby

Welcome to Downton, Mr Shelby (Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC Series; Peaky Blinders/Downton Abbey crossover) - in progress

Their births, their families, their lives - their whole worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity.

One Shots

Aboard (Tommy Shelby & Reader Angst)

During one of his house parties, Tommy stumbles upon someone who might know more of the world than he thinks, at least about the world he does not understand

An Understanding (Dad!Tommy Shelby fluff)

As an experienced businessman, Tommy knows that before long an understanding will be reached, even with the toughest of negotiators

Aristos Achaion (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Tommy becomes intrigued with a scholar at the library Ada works at, even if he doesn’t know why, even if he sees no point in her work- that is, until he does

A better man (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Fluff)

In anger, a young Tommy repeats the rhetoric he has heard at home too many times and immediately regrets it - or: the day Tommy decided to break the cycle.

A Christmas Journey (Tommy Shelby & Reader Fluff)

A Journey back from London in the Christmas Season with his secretary doesn't go as planned

A good man (Tommy Shelby & daughter!Reader Angst)

Tommy's daughter comes home drunk and upset from a night out. Tommy is more than happy to comfort her, not knowing what ruined her night.

A moment's peace (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy is desperate for a moment's peace

A New Year's Dance (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

It is considered lucky to dance in the New Year as the clock strikes twelve, but how about a dance a few hours later?

A secret, a fear and a hatbox (Dad! Tommy Shelby fluff)

With his wife away, Tommy feels more helpless than ever at the change of behaviour in his children

A thousand reasons and one (Tommy Shelby x Reader fluff)

After more than a decade since her parents had decided to leave Birmingham for a better life across the sea, she wasn’t sure just what she would return to

Because it's there (Tommy Shelby One Shot)

At one of Ada's parties, Tommy has an interesting conversation about the limitations of mankind

Blackberry Stains (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Some things lingered, like blackberry stains

Blighty One (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

When Tommy gets hurt, time is running out and when his girl steps up, there's nothing he can do about it

Dance with me (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Three little words, a request with a great many implications

Delilah (Tommy Shelby x Reader Smutish/Angst)

During a party at his house, Tommy becomes enraptured by a beautiful little fool

Don't forget to smile :-) (modern!Tommy & Reader platonic fluff)

Tommy can't think of anything more ridiculous than the cheery messages the Barista keeps scribbling down on his to go coffee cups

False Idol (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Tommy and his wife have different priorities when it comes to their family, perhaps they've had different priorities for far too long

First Snow (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy is having regrets about Arrow House - who thought some snow might change his mind.

Haunted (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

In the middle of the night, Tommy's wife seeks him out searching for his warmth and the comfort of his arms

His World (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

When Tommy wants her to join him in his world, she agrees, even if the thought made her skin crawl

Honesty (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

He is the last person she wants to see at her engagement party, and his confessions are the last thing she wants to hear

I can't trust myself (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Smut)

What Tommy wants and what he allows himself are two very different things, especially when it comes to her.

I'd do anything to make you stay (Dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

At first little Charlie's caretaker has to leave, then she feels obligated to leave, then she needs to leave only to realise he'll force her to stay

Irene's Delights (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

After Tommy disappears from a party, she goes out to find him

Life is a Cabaret (Tommy Shelby x Reader angst)

Tommy feels trapped by an iron-clad arrangement with a performer that was of his own making

Lockdown Masterpiece (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader family fluff)

When Tommy takes charge of homeschooling, it goes better than anyone could have ever imagined

No! (Tommy Shelby Angst)

The many times Tommy Shelby should have said no and the one time he wished Charlie wouldn't have.

On the Brink of Winter (Tommy Shelby Angst)

Tommy can't bring himself to join the fair and instead thinks of the summer he missed

Philopator (Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader Angst)

When Michael presents his offer to Tommy for a restructuring of the company, he mentions his daughter - after all, she is already involved, even if Tommy doesn’t know it yet

Pretty (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

They had written endless books, poems and songs to instruct men in the art of giving compliments, but somehow, in all of history, they had forgotten to teach them how to accept them.

Red Lies (Tommy Shelby / Reader Angst/Fluff)

When her brother's friend Tommy hides out in her home, him bleeding on the floorboards becomes the least of her worries as the police comes knocking.

Riot (modern!Tommy Shelby x Ex!Reader Angst)

Tommy's definitions of no strings apparently includes telling his ex which clubs she can and can't go to - so she goes to his to start a riot

The Head of the Snake (Tommy Shelby x wife!reader Angst)

Tommy returns exhausted from a BUF event in the middle of the night, and all he wants is peace. But he finds anything but.

The Prettiest Girls (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Who could know that a discussion about sexism and gender roles could bring such truths to the surface?

The Spirits that I summoned (young!Tommy)

Where Arthur sees danger, Tommy sees a quick way to make some money and use people's prejudices against them.

The Thing about Smiles (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Smiles never came easy to her, and that was harder for some to accept than for others. 

They are all looking (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

During one of Tommy's event, his crowd shy wife gets overwhelmed.

Together (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff/Smut)

Tommy's wife gets bored during a weekend retreat with one of his many business partners.

To Measure Pain (Tommy Shelby Angst)

Tommy visits a home for injured veterans with a lot of money and a great deal expectations.

Solicitation (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Mr Thomas Shelby was the most aggrevating client she had ever seen, testing the limits of her professionalism.

Steady (Tommy Shelby x male!Reader Fluff)

 When (Y/N) can't figure out a mistake in the accounts, his stress and fatigue get the better of him. He didn't expect any help, least of all from Tommy Shelby.

Strawberry Red (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

After two years, Tommy reunites with Grace, but the same things that once intrigued him, do the opposite now (possible continuation to Blackberry Stains)

Well Spoken (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy needs a little help with finetuing his speech for the House of Commons

Headcanons

PDA

Sleeping

x Milf

First Period - Shelby!Sister

modern! Tommy Shelby

Skiing

Moonboards

As M'lady Commands

La Serenissima

Livin' for the Fame

The Last Dandelion

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Frustration

pairing -> thomas shelby x f!oc (tony bentini)

word count -> 3.5k

warnings -> sexual frustration, dirty thoughts, modernized peaky blinders, dirty texting, tony bentini's great thighs, dom/sub themes, table sex, dirty talk, dirty pet names dumification (if you squint), praise, fingering

notes -> this is not a part two to ‘worship him’, this is a different one shot. i’ll make the part two soon, i promise!

reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated! this writer *points to the writer, curled up in a pile of blankets while watching the 2013 Gatsby* is a lil tired, be nice to them :]

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Being sexually frustrated wasn't a good look on Tony Bentini. It made her be on edge and it hindered her focus. It wasn’t that her relationship was devoid of pleasure, but Tommy had been working much later into the night during the past couple weeks. This usually wasn’t a big deal, except for the fact that it left her feeling very satisfied. Her fingers could only do so much for her. She was never able to make it feel like it was his fingers deep inside her.

Of course she wasn’t giving up so she brought herself to her climax but it just didn’t feel as satisfying as when he did it. Maybe it was the way he would kiss her right afterwards, maybe it was the way his eyes seemed charged with some aphrodisiac energy. Like all he wanted to do was pull orgasms out of her, one after another, until she was thoroughly fucked out. She sat at her desk in her office that sat, lofted above her factory floor. She had been trying to read a document one of her business partners had sent her but her thoughts were on her tightly crossed legs and on her husband almost thirty minutes away. She recrossed her legs and tried to dispel the images in her mind. Hands running down thighs, glistening fingers, cornflower blue eyes, marks on her thighs, arched backs, dirty phrases in hoarse Romani, hair hastily pulled back so as not to interfere with making her husband feel good. She huffed and leaned back in her leather desk chair. She wasn't going to be able to get any work done at this rate. She needed him too much. Not that she’d let him know that. Then again, she did start pondering whether she should text him, see if he was able to have her jump on the tube to come see him. She lolled her head back and let it rest staring at the ceiling. She needed to do something but what exactly?

She didn’t want to get herself off in her own office, for fear of staining the furniture. She didn’t want to go to her husband, as he was probably working. What was she to do? She groaned and came to terms with the fact she would probably have to wait until she got home to do anything substantial, so for the time being, she would rub her thighs to create some idea of friction and just wait it out. Forced patience was also not a good look on Tony Bentini. She plugged in her earbuds and started blasting music to take her mind off her slightly soaked panties. She bobbed her head along to the music as she got work done, hoping this would be enough to let her have some peace from her lingering need for her gorgeous husband. It seemed that the universe just didn’t want her to have a peaceful day as she got a text from just the person she was trying not to think about.

How’s your day been going, my darling wife whom I love so much <;3

She sighed and kicked her feet up on the corner of her desk. She gave in to the universe. Maybe she could do all this work tomorrow. No, she totally could do all this work tomorrow.

I mean, besides being kinda lonely, perfectly fine. How’s your day been, my amazing husband whom I desire dearly?

She giggled as she sent the text. Hopefully, he would pick up on the fact that she needed him. They say it's better for a couple to be open with each other but sometimes it's more fun to have a bit of a chase, isn't it?

She recrossed her legs for the third time, it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable to be wearing pants, even though her pants were very baggy. She had bought them so they wouldn’t be super tight and revealing. Apparently, the super tight part was her own fault, damn her thick thighs. On the upside, Tommy did adore them. He loved holding them as he ate her out while she whimpered and whined for him to let her fall off that ledge that made her feel oh so good. She knew how much he liked when she sat in his lap, her thighs were the perfect size to fit on him without spilling over the edge. She knew that he loved leaving marks on them as much as possible, in the only place only he would see them, he liked doing things like that. It was like an inside joke for them, something only they knew was there. As much as liked being shown off as his, she loved having those things that only they knew. They sent a few innocuous texts back and forth but then she decided that she was going to play the odds.

Been thinking about you all day. Barely gotten anything done. It’s all your fault. <3

She knew this would either go flirty or sickeningly sweet. She could do both but oh how she wanted him to come and whisk her back to their big plush white bed. As if she could hear him chuckling from miles away,

Why do I feel like you’re feeling a little needy, my dear?

She laughed and bit her tongue so as not to make too much noise. She thought about thousands of things she could send to him but she settled on teasing him, at least she would get punished if she got him hot and bothered. What was that old saying about shooting for the moon and ending up in the stars? She smirked as her fingers flew over her keyboard.

Was I being too obvious that my panties are soaked? Or are you just so very perceptive?

Oh she was in for it now. Too late to back out. She then turned her phone off. No answering any of his texts. No nothing. She would leave him with that and nothing else. She was taking too much pleasure in this. She smiled mischievously. She opened her computer and started to do actual work, as she had satiated her naughty side for now. She opted to ignore her now fully soaked panties for her regular spreadsheets that she had meant to work on today. Much later, her eyes flashed up to the clock at the top of her screen. 8:16. Great! This means she could hop in her cherry red corvette and drive back to Arrow House and prepare dinner, satisfy herself until Tommy came home, then have dinner with her loving husband who loved her so very much! Except she hadn’t planned for when she came home, a very expectant looking Tommy leaning on the banister of the big dark oak stairs. He took a drag of his cigarette that had been hanging from his lips. 

“Teasin’ me like that while I’m at work. Didn’t think a good girl like you had it in you.” His voice was gruff with a slight teasing edge to it, his thick Birmingham accent just tying it all up perfectly. Obviously, he was being a bit ironic, as both of them knew she was far from being what a stereotypical ‘good girl’ was. In fact, she was counting on the fact that he knew she wasn’t good to begin with. Her heels clicked on the wood paneled floor as she slowly walked up to her husband. She ran a finger down his right jacket lapel, gently caressing the edge of it. 

“Who ever said I was trying to be good? Definitely not me.” She felt his hands wander and finally alight on her hips, which then became a much more dominant touch. She smiled as she kissed down his jaw. Her hands had been ghosting his chest as his were traveling down her back. She was delaying what she knew was coming next. She knew exactly what he was about to say. She did deserve it, but she was no bland bottom, she could be a bit of a brat if need be.

“You do know that you deserve to be punished for teasing me. Then not answering any of my texts. That’s two. Then not doing anything about those–” She felt his knee brush against her crotch, knowing exactly what he was checking for.

“Still very soaked panties of yours. You’ve always been so good with your hands Tony, why not deal with your own problem?” She could hear the slight growl of dominance in his voice. Her smirk only grew from there. She flashed her big gray eyes at him, she made them look all innocent. She hoped it looked like she would never do such a horrid thing. Her Irish accent never really gave way to anything vaguely innocent sounding but she tried. 

“But it won’t feel as good as yours does. Your fingers…just feel–” She leaned close to his ear as she moaned the last two words. 

“So good…” She could feel him getting hard. Since they were so close, she could feel him start to harden against her thigh. She brought a hand up to play with the back of his hair. She was intentionally trying to be sweet to see how long both of them could last until one broke. She was Tony Bentini, she never lost at anything. She gave a last lingering kiss on the sharp corner of his jaw before dropping her coat off and walking into the kitchen. She almost forgot to kick off her heels. He chuckled and brushed them to the side with his foot as she had kicked them off in the middle of the corridor. He followed her into the kitchen where she started preparing dinner. He knew that she was doing this to get out of her punishment, so he waited, like a cat. She was humming along with a song as she cooked. He leaned against the marble island behind her. He recognized what she was humming as she came to the chorus. It was ‘Gimme More’ by Britney Spears. His sister Ada had had the worst Britney phase when she was younger. Tony had gotten a kick out of the fact that every Shelby boy knew every word to every popular Britney Spears song from the first couple notes. She flitted around the kitchen, gathering supplies and making sure everything was perfect. Once she stopped for a full second, he snaked his arms around her waist and held her fast to chest. 

“Just because you moved locations and now you’re cooking doesn’t mean you get out of your punishment. I could just take you on my marble countertops and you know that you would beg for it just the same. You would still be a blushing and moaning mess under me while I make you cum.” Blush started to bloom on her cheeks and she turned her head just a little to not show him how much his words affected her.

“I know you’re blushing. I know that my words are affecting you. You know that you’ve been a bad girl, not taking care of yourself then not letting me do it all day.” He started to pull her jacket off her. She shrugged it off and pulled her tie off too. He chuckled. He would usually be worried why she wasn’t talking but right now, he knew that if she tried to speak, her voice would be all cracked and breathy. He smirked and didn’t mention that she was dropping her clothes on his kitchen floor. She was down to her blouse and pants.

“You’re eager for someone who doesn’t want to lose. Do you want me inside you that badly?” She knew he was riling her up and she knew that she shouldn’t care but oh, how well it was working. She laughed and kept preparing dinner with a serene expression on her face, or at least that's what she hoped was on her face. She could still feel his arms around her waist, his amazing fingers fiddling at the buttons closest to her waistband. She giggled and kissed the top of his head. He smirked, knowing that she was trying to make him all soft and gooey so she could get her release, but he wasn’t to lose either. He started to nip and bite at her neck. He was going to win. He was sure of it.

“You’re holding up well for a pretty slut who wants me so badly that she’s practically leaking.” He kissed right under her ear, his Birmingham accent thick and infectious. It had made powerful women across the United Kingdom fall to their knees, he had perfected it for one unfortunate soul in particular, who by all accounts, was holding up rather well. Even though her knees had started to feel like jelly, she needed to stay strong. She sighed and put the chicken thighs in the oven and set it to 350 for one hour and thirty minutes. She turned to her husband with a fairly triumphant smile.

“I’ve got an entire hour and thirty minutes to myself now. I can now take care of myself.” She was intentionally not saying ‘Now you can take care of me!’ That sounded a little too desperate, which  she was but she wasn't about to tell him that. He chuckled, and with little effort, set her on the marble countertop. She smirked and crossed her legs teasingly, as if to say, ‘You aren’t going to win. I am.’ He cocked his eyebrows and tapped her top knee with two fingers. She pouted and uncrossed her legs, she was a lot of things but disobedient was not one of them. She uncrossed his legs and he stood between them. He ran his hands, teasingly, down the length of her torso. 

“So obedient. So put together for a good little whore. You know, it’s rather hot in ‘ere. I think you’d fare better if you didn’t have this on.” He had been unbuttoning her blouse as he hypnotized her with his words. His words that could move millions. His words that could bring queens to their knees. His words that could stop wars. She hung on every dropped consonant and every syllable he uttered. He pulled his blouse off fully which exposed the black lace bra she had on. He nipped right where he knew she was sensitive, which elicited such a pretty moan from her. 

“What a good slut. Wearing such revealing lingerie under your work clothes. What–a–good—whore.” He punctuated every word with another mark he left on her good sized chest. She had started to let out strangled noises as well as a hand going to his hair, trying to steer him to no avail. He stood back for a moment and she knew what he wanted from her. She tugged her pants off and the expensive material dropped to the floor, neither of them caring. She shivered as now she was just in a black lace lingerie set and nothing else. He ran a strong hand down her thighs. She whimpered as his fingers came closer to her completely soaked panties. He shook his head and tutted.

“Look what a mess you made in this pretty set. How long have you been waiting to be fucked dumb?” She stuttered. She couldn’t get words out to say anything. She felt his hand, usually so soft and gentle, now hard and commanding come up and tilt her jaw to look at him. 

“It would be wise to answer my question, my darling. Just because you’re my pretty wife does not exempt you from not answering when I ask things.” They both knew that she was much more than his pretty wife but currently, he was talking about who was right in front of him. Sitting on the counter wasn’t strong and powerful Tony Bentini, it was Thomas Shelby’s pretty wife who would do anything for him, which included sitting around and looking pretty for him. She smiled weakly. Her voice was breathy and was right on the edge of a whimper. 

“Almost two weeks.” She felt his hand move up her thigh as his other hand brought her face up to look at him. She flashed him her obedient gray eyes. His voice was commanding and dominant, but had that edge of teasing that she loved so much. 

“Two weeks, what?” He was teasing her even more now. She blushed and tried to instinctively rub her thighs but his hips stopped her efforts. She whined and tried again to the same result before she registered that she was supposed to say something. 

“Two weeks, what?” He repeated, to drive home a point. He had two fingers under her chin. His cornflower blue eyes bore into her gray ones. His with that touch of dominance to them and hers with that hint of submission.

“Two weeks, M-Mr. Shelby.” She stuttered out. She couldn’t steady her voice out at all. He nodded and gave her a sultry kiss. A kiss that lingered and gave her a fleeting taste to something that she wanted so badly. Something she knew she wasn’t getting until he was satisfied.

“I was going to make you get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to good use but I think a good girl like you who’s probably wound so tight-” He flicked a single finger over the soaked part of her panties. She let out a whimper and buried her face in his neck. She could hear him sigh and kiss her jaw. She could feel him bending her onto the cold counter. She didn’t even register that her panties were being gently pulled off her. She only felt his fingers glide down and dance exactly where she needed them to be.

“I do apologize for leaving you so needy. The company has been so swamped and I don’t trust anyone else to do any of the important work, but right now, it’s just us. I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise, my pretty little slut.” She bucked her hips immediately when she felt two of his slender fingers enter her. She let out a few broken moans when she heard his chuckle. He kissed her right under her sensitive chest.

“You’re so wet. So needy. So good for me.” He leaned over the countertop and kissed her as tenderly as he possibly could. He did want her to tell him when he had been forgetting to make her feel good. He would gladly skip work to fuck her stupid.

“O-Oh Mr. Shelby…” She had one of her hands behind her head to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. He kept pumping his fingers into her at a sickening pace that made her back arch, one climax after another. All while he whispered sweet nothings in Romani. She had lost track of how many times she had finished on his fingers when she heard him chuckle.

“I would say your punishment is to clean up the absolute mess you’ve made on my expensive counters but I think I've been too hard on you my darling. Let’s get you up to bed and clean you up. I’ll even clean you off myself then you can fall asleep in my arms.” She nodded sleepily. She heard him walk over to the oven and turned it off. He chuckled and walked back between her legs. He kissed one more time between guiding her legs around his waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked both of them up to their master bedroom and set her down gently in the tub in their spacious bathroom. He kissed her forehead and as he stripped her fully. 

After they had settled themselves in bed and she had come out of her Shelby-drunk stupor, she kissed his jaw.

“You know, I never did make you feel good. I’m supposed to be a good wife.” He laughed and kissed her hairline. His eyes were full of adoration and lust. A perfect combination for them.

“You’re a perfect wife. You still love me after I took your needs for granted for two weeks. I’m surprised how you’re even in my arms right now.” She giggled and squirmed a little to find a better position in his arms. He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. Tender and full of love. Love with a dash of lust. Lust filled with all the love in the world. Her eyes were full of love and serenity.

“It’s because I’m such a good wife. The only woman who will put up with you.” He nipped at her neck for that comment. She laughed and they fell back into their normal rhythm. A joke, a flirt, an innuendo, a touch here, a touch there, a hand there, a shared hungry look. It was easy for them. Absolute peace. Absolutely perfect. 

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: March

Welcome to March’s recommendation. Down below is the link to February’s part 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Bucky Barnes, and more. March is a very busy month for me, I’m traveling all over to see specialists, so there may be more stories than usual, or there could be fewer. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are enjoying the new theme on the blog for March, as St. Patrick’s day holds a special day in my heart. My folks got married on that day in an intimate ceremony and again in July in a bigger ceremony many years ago, before many of your parents got together.

🌹 Feb. '23 Pt. 2

March '23 Pt. 2 🍀

Masterlist

A Handsome Stranger >> John Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Me and The Devil >> Alfie Solomons x Reader (Moodboard)

In Death's Realm >> Fortunate Souls Playlist, "Death has feelings, death weeps, death feels anger, death has hopes and dreams, and death has a heart."

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Keep Us Safe by @zablfie >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Make A Good Thing Bad >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella (Moodboard)

My Darling Tommy (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader "I do not think such a smile or happiness will be known till we are in each other's arms once more."

Lighthouse Vacation (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

Happy Birthday Buck (Moodboard + Drabble) >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Sparrow Lake

How About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Polly Gray x Aberama Gold (Moodboard) "Across the vast quantity of multiverses, Polly Gray always fell in with Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold himself fell madly deeply in love with Mrs. Gray."

The Blackbird and The Lionheart (Playlist) >> Polly Gray x Aberama Gold

HEADCANON'S:

Being Finn's Twin Sister by @mindful-of-ideas >> I loved seeing more Finn Shelby on my dashboard.

ONE-SHOTS:

Fireflies by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Extended version of her Moodboard and Blurb. | Did I cry? Yes. Would I read it again? Yes, times a million. It's such a beautiful story, yet so sad.

A Handsome Stranger by @zablife >> Vampire!John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend. | I did not see that end coming at all, but then again, with all of Lee's writing, she always takes me by surprise with her endings! I hope to see more vampire!Shelby family.

BLURBS:

Pizza and Champagne. by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: A peek into your and Tommy's life. | So good, and I would love to have a night like this with Modern!Tommy.

Three's A Party by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Ginger!Lady - Summary: You and Tommy have a threesome with a frequent female patron from The Garrison. Tommy thinks he just might be in Heaven. | This is so very hot. Please enjoy it.

MINI-SERIES:

Keep Us Safe by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it. | This story will make your eyes water and your heartache, but you will see a father's true desperation to do whatever it takes to make his family whole. Lee, you did such an outstanding job with this story.

What About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has been hard at work with your children Charlie and Ruby, planning something extra special for you. | This is very beautiful, and I absolutely adore it. Tommy puts so much effort into doing something for his significant and evolving his children. Be still my heart.

DRABBLES:

Request: Ties and Baton by @dameronscopilot >> Steven Grant x f!reader - Summary/Request: Okay, but now that you’ve mentioned it, Steven using his tie and batons on the reader. | I read the warnings, I promise I did, but I still did not expect it to be as hot as it was.

ONE-SHOT:

Favorite Kind of Trouble by @amhrosina >> Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank and you get up to no good at a gala event, and Matt’s enhanced senses can’t help but focus on the pretty sounds you’re making from across the room. | Be prepared to read something that has just the right amount of spiciness to it.

Present by @crazyunsexycool >> Alpha!Stucky x Reader - Summary: Reader has never presented as a beta, alpha, or omega, but she still managed to find the loves of her life. If she isn't presented, then why is she in the middle of a mission, cramping and hunched over, craving her two loves so badly? | If you are looking for some spicy Stucky x Reader, look no further. This will have you covered.

SERIES:

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Compass by @frenchiereading >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: You receive an unexpected visit that threatens to tip over the fragile balance you’ve been trying to maintain for the sake of your love, your family, and your marriage. Set about a year after the events of the movie. | Grab some tissues for this one, folk, because let me just say, you'll need them.

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Men (Modern AU) by @dreamlandcreations >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons - Blurb | TOMMY'S WHAT?!? Alex does a wonderful job making your jaw drop. Beautiful moodboard.

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby - Poem | Such a beautiful poem and moodboard, Selene.

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[val-made-a-mistake]

❝the garrison rat❞ CHP 10

CHAPTER TEN

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summary: torn apart by an unexpected loss, you find yourself unable to leave birmingham. you’re aware that people notice you drinking in the garrison every other night, you’re aware they call you nicknames, but you don’t care about any of it— at least, not until you start speaking to john shelby. he’s looking for a wife and you vowed to never love again, which makes things a bit complicated.

warnings: domestic fluff and the smuttiest chapter (i believe) yet, gunshot wounds, smoking, past cocaine addiction/attempts at sobriety

word count: 3k

tag list: @datewithgianni @1950schick @clementinesjourney @cbouvier23 @smailaway @cedricscoffin @buckysjuicyplums @belledawnidk @wandering-poetess @bobafett-tea

a/n: a motorcyclist at tim hortons parked in the spot next to my parking spot the other day (i was in the car waiting for my friend, who was inside) and when i looked up out of reflex he smiled at me and i got spooked because he looked DISTURBINGLY like john shelby/joe cole. now i have a headcanon that john would drive a motorcycle in a modern!peaky AU. that is all.

//////

Miraculously, Tommy Shelby was the first to speak.

“What?”

“Shot at the train station,” Freddie shouted at the top of his lungs, waving the Roman candle around like a madman. “He was shot at the train station - I didn’t see it, but they’re sayin’ it was your fuckin’ Irish barmaid who shot him, I don’t know what happened, but it’s a bullet in the leg!”

“My fuckin’ Irish barmaid?” Tommy started to say, somewhere between angry and incredulous, but John had suddenly appeared at the forefront of the crowd, interrupting him.

“Could that kill him?” he asked urgently.

“I dunno, but he’s at the hospital right now,” Freddie replied, and as all eyes were now on him, he lowered the Roman candle. “Just thought you oughta know - I think everyone needs to know, honestly, this is fuckin’ huge.”

“Freddie, where did you hear this?” Ada inserted sharply, hoisting a wailing Karl higher on her shoulder. “Were you at the Garrison?”

“I was, yeah,” he replied, nodding hurriedly, “And Grace wasn’t there, mind you.”

“That would be because she was supposed to be heading to London,” Tommy put in angrily, stomping on his cigarette. “I need to go.”

“We need to go,” John corrected, taking his toothpick out of his mouth and looking back at Arthur, who must’ve been further into the crowd. “The Peaky Blinders are gonna be the first people they think of, those bloody coppers are gonna be on our ass all over again.”

Incredulous, your cigarette still burning between your fingers, you glanced over your shoulder and shared a wordless look with Esme — can you believe this shit? — and called out, “So is the party still going on or not?”

Immediately you felt something tugging on the hem of your dress and looked down– one of John’s kids, the youngest boy, was looking up at you.

(You were honestly surprised he was able to stand.)

“I’m scared, mum,” he whispered, looking up at you with huge, blue, watery eyes. “Please, can we go home?”

“Esme, Y/N, Ada, you all need to go back to the Parlour,” Tommy said over him, pointing in the vague direction of the street. “And put the kids to bed, alright? The Blinders will regroup and try to find Grace.”

“Where did Polly go?” you said blankly, turning around. “I-”

Resigning yourself, you shared another wary look with Esme and pulled John’s boy close.

“You come with me, now. We need to find Katie and Finn,” you told him, hoping your voice sounded like you knew what was happening.

//////

You couldn’t stop shivering and shaking and sobbing.

“Please,” you whispered, keeping your arms tight around your legs as you tucked your face into your kneecaps, “Please…it’s so cold…”

Sam was awkwardly kneeling before you, holding the dripping shower head. He looked like he was in pain because he knew he was hurting you, but nonetheless, he was firm.

“I know honey, but we gotta break your fever. Can you stay strong for me?”

“It hurts,” you mumbled uselessly, refusing to look at him and watching freezing cold water droplets run down your bare legs instead. “It hurts so bad, please just make it stop.”

It had been four days without cocaine, and things were going horribly. Bloody chunks were flying out of your nose every time you sneezed, meaning your sinuses were fried, and you’d become so frail you couldn’t even do every day tasks by yourself anymore. Your body was akin to a withering corpse.

Just like Sam.

You woke up with a start, your heart pounding so hard and thunderous you wouldn’t be surprised if it burst out of your chest right then and there.

You’re safe, you automatically tried to reassure yourself, propping yourself up on your elbows to stare at the dark ceiling as you tried to calm your breathing.

You’re safe, you’re sober, and you need a drink.

Somehow, you didn’t quite trust your thoughts.

You bit your lip and looked over at John, breathing evenly and contentedly, his eyes softly shut, completely oblivious to it all.

He’d returned from the field at close to two in the morning, with no trustworthy news of what had happened to Inspector Campbell, or Grace, or if there were legions of coppers targeting the Blinders at all. The consummation to your marriage had been awkward and swift, like there was an elephant in the room, and he’d slipped off to sleep soon afterward.

Now he was lying here, his chest rising and falling softly.

You knew he’d been a soldier so it was probably hard for him to sleep peacefully, but still, you envied him. He looked so…young. Young and calm, and— well, you wouldn’t describe a hardened Peaky Blinder as innocent per se, but there was something sweet about him while he slept. You’d always known he was slightly younger than you, but until now, he didn’t look at it.

And to think the ladies had told so many stories about him at the Garrison…

You smirked to yourself and lowered yourself back onto the bed until you were on your back, lying beside him.

His hand was lying blankly on the linen sheets, and it had probably been touching your leg until you’d woken up from your nightmare.

You hesitated, then wrapped his hand in your own and gently squeezed.

Even in sleep, he squeezed back. Lightly, like a ghost.

You smiled a little, and then, just because he was asleep and wouldn’t hear it, you whispered this:

“I love you.”

//////

“Everyone’s still on their toes,” John said from the table the next morning, while you cracked an egg in the pan. “We still don’t know what’s happening just yet. But Campbell’s definitely been shot. And we can’t fuckin’ find Grace.”

“How does Katie like her eggs?” you asked mildly.

“Overeasy, lots of pepper,” John responded distractedly, flipping a page of the morning paper. “Jesus, twelve arrests this week.”

“Anything to do with Campbell?”

“Dunno. Looks like it. Nothing’s going anywhere, of course.”

You pursed your lips— the morning after the wedding, it felt like all your bones were tight somehow— and plopped an egg onto the waiting plate. “Okay.”

//////

The first step into the lukewarm shower was the first moment of peace you’d had that entire morning: John had left for Blinders business soon after breakfast and Finn had tried to help you as much as possible, but preparing four tired, whiny kids that weren’t even originally yours for the various places they needed to be proved more difficult than you may have originally thought.

One sweaty, tired, hoarse hour later, you’d finally been able to lock yourself into the bathroom, strip off your sweaty clothes that were clinging to your clammy skin, and climb into the shower. Now you were standing blankly under the spray, contemplating your next move.

Is this what your life would look like from now on, then? Just an endless to-do list of things you needed to do?

Were you expected to be nothing but a vessel for John’s kids? When you were alone and you couldn’t lie to yourself, the thought of this morning being a reflection of the rest of your life was terrifying.

You couldn’t believe Sam had once wanted five kids…

If it happened once, it happened a million times: you weren’t sure if it was the thought of the future or the thought of Sam, but you felt your breath catch and your heart rush in your chest…

You’re okay you’re okay you’re okay.

Lost in thought and lost in grief, you barely heard the bathroom door open over the sound of pouring water all around you.

“I’m in here,” you tried weakly, not looking up, and there it was again: that sore numbness that you hated so much.

“I know,” John responded from the other side of the curtain. “Give me a second.”

You heard his shoes clatter to the floor and the sound of something unzipping, then he was pushing the shower curtain aside, making it rattle, and the water sloshed slightly under your feet as he stepped into the tub behind you.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to look at him. If you didn’t, it felt like there was a looming shadow on your back, and it made your stomach tense— anticipation and arousal blending into one, swirling around in your gut.

You wanted to ask why he was back at the Parlour so soon when he had Blinders business to handle, but you had a feeling like you weren’t supposed to talk during such an intimate moment, so you closed your eyes and listened to him move closer until he was just behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. Both of your bodies were slick under the lukewarm spray.

“You dealt with the kids?” he mumbled, the low tone of his voice making you shiver. A rhetorical question.

It suddenly became apparent that your breath had hitched as John’s hand drifted down the front of your body: you weren’t sure if it was the hot water pouring over both of you or the secrecy of it all that made the anticipation so powerful, but you were leaning into it like a horny teenager, like it was the last of him you’d ever feel. The last of the John Shelby you understood.

“Touch me,” you breathed.

At your command, his fingertip grazed over your clit, teasing like always, but your mouth fell open as he started rubbing it in small circles, his other hand drifting over to grip your sopping wet waist gently, like you were a fragile thing he was afraid to break.

“You’re always so good, you know that?” John whispered in your ear. “Can’t believe you’re my fucking wife.”

As the pressure built up in your gut, you thought about saying something witty, about being the Garrison rat the whole town talked about, but heat was already pooling low in your abdomen and suddenly you weren’t thinking about anything at all.

Your eyes fluttered closed gently, and you let your head drift onto his shoulder.

“How much time you have?” John mumbled into your ear, and it suddenly hit you that this was only a stolen moment and not a moment you could stretch into forever, there were things that needed to be done, and you needed to get a move on.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, taking his hand and guiding it gently between your legs, making him feel how wet you were. “John, I need you.”

At this, he released you abruptly, then took your arms and rotated you to face the wall.

You flinched a little at the feel of the cold tile against your cheek, but John scooped your leg up and pinned your leg to the side, giving him enough room to slide his cock inside of you— something you didn’t even realize you had been needing.

“Oh, fuck,” you choked, and John grunted something intelligible as he started moving inside of you— this wasn’t nearly as pleasurable as it would’ve been had you both been dry, but still, you needed all of him you could get.

With him inside of you, it was a much deeper and almost rebellious pleasure as your bodies experimented with a rhythm under the warm shower spray— you could’ve sworn the water had been lukewarm when you’d stepped into it just minutes ago— and it made you want to cry out as John finally hit that spot inside of you that made your entire body sing.

“Fuck, harder, harder!”

It was far from gentle, he was fucking you as relentlessly as he could in this cramped shower, but nonetheless, it felt like heaven.

His hands roamed over your body, teasing your clit and squeezing your breasts before his hands finally settled on your hips, using the slippery grip he had on you to thrust into you in the way you were begging for, harder.

Your body was wet in a lot of confusing ways, your legs were shaking so violently you were scared you were about to slip and fall onto the shower floor, but you didn’t care, your hands were curling into fists as your climax started to approach—

“Fuck!” you choked as an orgasm swept through you again, powerful and heavenly and good and, after a moment, making you come to your senses that you needed to turn off the goddamn shower and pretend like this never happened.

This was a stolen moment after all, not a moment of significance.

Just a moment after your own orgasm, you felt John fill you, hot and deep and satisfyingly full like he always was, and you moaned weakly as he withdrew from you.

Your whole body was vibrating as you came down from your high and John leaned over to shut off the shower before you could, leaving your bodies sopping wet and dripping and awkward in the sudden rush of room-temperature air.

That was the downside, unfortunately: neither of you never knew what to do in the aftermath. For John, it was something he picked up after years of contractual, loveless sex with prostitutes at the whorehouse, and for you, it was something you struggled with because of the annoying, sore, grieving emptiness. It felt good in the moment, but...

“I - I need a towel,” you stammered, and once again, you had to remind yourself that John was your husband now and this was okay before you let the shame settle in.

/////

“Let me get this straight,” you repeated, trying not to frown as the weight of what she was asking you sunk in, “You want me to go into Zhang’s, a whorehouse, ask for a girl named Mei…and you want me to get snow for you? With no strings attached?”

Esme nodded rapidly, glancing around at the betting shop like someone was due to rush in and catch this scandalous conversation.

“Yeah. You can tell her I sent you.”

You were looking at her like she had three heads. “Esme, why do you want me to do this for you?”

“C’mon, Y/N, you know how Zilpha is,” she said, though she didn’t sound very convincing. “I’m going back up to the country in a few days, my supply ran out last Tuesday, and I’d rather not think about what will happen to me if Zilpha catches me.”

She couldn’t be in withdrawal, could she?

You blinked hard, the decision mulling around in your brain for a moment, but finally sighed. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Esme smiled, bright and mischievous-- she knew your answer. “Thanks a million, Y/N. You’re an angel.”

“Yeah, but you Lees certainly aren’t,” you mumbled under your breath: you knew the mischief and frustration all too well from Sam. “I’ll be back in a half hour, okay? Stay here.”

/////

The copious amounts of red silk hung around Zhang’s lobby had the entire place glowing scarlet, and as you took your first cautious step into the place, your nostrils were met with the overpowering smell of sex and a type of spice you couldn’t recognize.

You wouldn’t have expected a whorehouse to hide it, but you could hear a faint thumping and moans down the hallway, making you wrinkle your nose, but you stepped forward and rapped on the desk like your intentions were innocent.

A door swung open and Mr Zhang appeared in front of you, and you nodded at him.

“I’m looking for Mei. I’ve been told you have snow,” you said, like you were looking for a loaf of bread at the supermarket.

When he didn’t say anything, just looked at you suspiciously, you met his eye. “I’ve been sent by Esme Lee.”

At that same moment, a prostitute poked her head around the corner. “She lookin’ for Mei?”

“It’s for the Lee girl,” Mr Zhang grunted.

A blank look crossed the prostitute’s face for a moment, but she stuck her head out into the hallway and screamed at the top of her lungs, “MEI!”

The thumping and moans awkwardly stopped for a moment, and a teenage girl appeared from a room at the furthest end of the hallway.

“WHAT?” she screamed back.

“Business,” the prostitute said, motioning to you, and you silently wished you could get out of here.

//////

You couldn’t get rid of the anxiety pulsing in your chest as you awkwardly hurried back to the Shelby Parlour, passing the trotting horses and acrid-smelling furnaces, like usual— but you had a feeling like everybody on the street was watching you, somehow.

Even though you’d already reminded yourself that it was impossible for them to know you had cocaine on you, and you were being irrational, like always, your gut still twisted with worry, and an uncomfortable shudder crept up your spine.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you pressed your lips together and kept your eyes down on the blackened cobblestone on the off-chance it was coppers.

You’d hate yourself for not turning fast enough as a wheezy voice echoed through the air.

“Look, we caught the fuckin’ Garrison rat!”

There was a gunshot behind you, and the moment you heard it, pain exploded across your torso, pain so intense that for a terrifying second you couldn’t find the source, but it felt like a tidal wave of panic rushing across your brain as your body tried to find the right response.

You looked down and blood was rapidly spreading across your front.