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motherofdogs1010 · 7 months

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Little Darling III (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Birmingham has received a new club, one that is showcasing a exotic type of dance that is drawing in crowds, but it is one particular dancer that catches Thomas Shelby's eye... one that goes by the stage name: Little Darling

Warnings: 18+ only, eventual pinv sex, eventual smut, stripper!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, language, drinking, cannon Peaky Blinder violence

A/N: So here is the re-do of Part III, I felt so much better about it! Also, I feel that 'West Coast' by Lana Del Ret would be on a playlist for this story

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Part I Part II

Thomas buried his hand in her ringlet curls, Y/N could feel the way he gripped her hair as she continued rocking against his bulge and let out a whimper as she passed her swollen clit over again; Tommy gripping her chin with his other hand as their kiss became filthy with saliva falling over their lips as their tongues found each other.

The pain in her cunt from her lust made a whimper escape her lips again as Tommy let the hand that was in her hair trail down to her underwear, slipping his hand under the thin fabric, letting a calloused finger glide through her slick folds as her hips buckled at the feeling.

"Soaked through this flimsy thing", Thomas said, breaking the kiss. "Barely covered under cunt with this thing."

"That's the point", she said, seeing the red lipstick smeared all over his mouth. "It's called a thong."

Tommy brought his hand out from her underwear, letting a finger slid under the string.

"Quite the little invention", he said.

"Want to see something else?" she breathed, pressed her breasts against him.

"What?"

"You want to see how some establishments dance over in America?" she teased with a sultry grin before reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra.

Tommy watched with lustful eyes as she slowly slid down the straps before fully tossing away the bra, her heart was beating out of her chest and a part of her was screaming at her for doing this. But she was high off of the thrill as she felt him reach out to her body, sliding his hands up her stomach before cupping her heavy breasts, thumbing her slowly hardening nipples.

"Show me how they dance, Little Darling..."

Y/N found herself wiping off the smeared red lipstick off her mouth as she looked at herself in the mirror, the smeared mascara; she disregarded her appearance as she continued to wipe down her face free of the makeup before moving to fix her hair and change into her regular clothes since her shift was over.

She realized how close she was to actually having sex with Tommy Shelby, had it not been for the bouncer knocking on the door to check on her, she knew she would have given into the man. She knew she would have let the man have his way with her in that room and a part of her regretted not having let the man do that.

She could still feel the man's hands over her body, his rough thumb rubbing circles on her clit as she shakily rocked and swayed her hips as their lips greedily clung to one another before he drove his finger into her sopping cunt, whispering how soaked she was.

She shook her head, that was a problem for the Y/N in the morning to think about...

Tommy drove his motorcar with Arthur and John chattering away about the club, trying to not replay the events of the private room dance so he wouldn't have a hard-on.

"Tom, Tom", Arthur said, "I swear we need to get a hand in this club."

"The money, the dancers", John continued with a grin. "If expansion is what you want, we need to get this club under our belt."

Tommy raised a brow, he wondered how much that 'expansion' idea was for them or for John to continue to his dancers.

"And here you were against expansion", Tommy mused with a smirk.

"If it means having ladies as fine as them, I'm all for it."

It was the next day as she sat at her table that she contemplated what she had done, sipping her tea as she rubbed her temple. Y/N scolded herself for giving into the Birmingham gangster when she heard a knock at her door, standing up as she tied her robe around her as she went to the foyer of her home, opening to door and see the Devil himself incarnate.

"Quite the transformation", Tommy said as he blew out smoke. "Catholic girl by night, little temptress by night."

"How did you find out where I live?" she hissed, shoving the man inside because of how nosey her neighbors were.

"I'm Thomas Shelby, I know where everyone lives", he said as he walked further into her home.

Y/N felt aggravated that the man showed up, marching after him as she found him making himself at home in her kitchen; he was sitting in one of her chairs, legs slightly spread as he smoked his cigarette, his blue eyes roaming her figure shamelessly.

"Why are you here?" she asked, sitting back in her seat with a glare.

"Do your neighbors know what you do?" he asked, "do they know you dance for men? You dance for me for money?"

She stayed silent and she knew he got his answer as he let out a dark chuckle.

"Of course they don't. No proof of it, right? You can always tell a whore from any other person on the street, but not a stripper. That's what it's called, right?"

"You sound like you enjoy listening to yourself."

"I enjoy few things and that is not one of them."

It was like a game of chess, seeing who had the upper hand in the game as she stared at the man, who was burning his eyes into her.

"At night, you love when I pay you to dance for me. I think we both know last night was quite the dance you gave me."

"I performed a service for you, figured it would a nice way to get a bigger tip from you."

Tommy hummed before putting his cigarette out in her tea cup, pushing himself up out of his seat as he walked over to her. He caged her in the seat, bringing his face close to hers and their breaths mingled as she could smell the nicotine in his breath, smell the aftershave and cologne that he used.

"Last time proved something to me and gave me a thought."

"What was that?" she asked as she felt her heart beating in her throat.

"How much of a whore I can make you be for me when the sun's out?"

With that, he crashed his lips against hers...

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, and the occasional heartbreak.

Peaky Blinders, Sherlock, Tangerine, Wade Wilson, Peter Parker, Marauders

Peaky Blinders

Kidnapped - Tommy Shelby X Reader - Pt. 2

Reader gets taken and Tommy does everything he can to get her back - kidnapping, torture / hurt /comfort confession of feelings

Arthur Shelby X OC Joey Request - Catching feelings / hurt / comfort

Falling Hard - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Reader

She falls off the horse - Rated G, Cute fluffiness, Worried Tommy

Meet Cute - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Proper courting, Rated G, Tommy falls for reader at a party

Domestic - Tommy Shelby X Wife Reader

Cooking, Baking, Slight hurt comfort, Tommy being a good dad, kids being little, just lots of fluffy goodness

Self-Defense - Tommy Shelby X Reader

He defends her but she can defend herself - Teen for violence Hurt / Comfort

Girls Outing - Tommy X Wife Reader

Attempted Murder, mild description of attempted sexual assault, Murder, Tommy Comforts reader, Hurt / Comfort

Time Travel - Tommy Shelby x X-Men Reader

Rated Teen for extreme heart break, time travel, romance, X-Men themes

The One That Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Hurt and pain. Charlie gets kidnapped and Reader has to make a difficult choice

Campbell - Tommy X Reader Wife - Pt 2.

She’s beaten by Campbell and eventually talks - Mature content - Reader is beaten badly and miscarries. Tommy comforts her.

Stay Home - Tommy X Wife Reader

He doesn’t want her to work while pregnant.

Heart Broken - Tommy Shelby X Reader

You just got broken up with - Fluff, Comfort Tommy

First Wizarding War - Tommy Shelby X Reader (HP crossover)

Reader gets attacked, falling in love, pre war, then post war follow up

Protecting What's His - Tommy Shelby X Pregnant Wife Reader

When someone breaks into the house Tommy has to protect what’s his - violence, shock / panic is described. Fluff at the end & kissing

Scarlet Witch - Tommy X Magic Reader

She has kept her powers hidden but Tommy and the family find out! Reader saves the day with her magical abilities.

Sold Down the River - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Reader gets sold to Tommy Shelby by her fiancé. Her and her baby have to adjust to arrow house

Animal Shelter - Tommy Shelby X Reader -- Pt.2

When Tommy gets Charlie a dog from the pound he doesn’t expect to take the bubbly worker home as well.

The One That Almost Got Away - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Tommy and the reader play hard to get until Polly puts and end to things. Drama, trust issues, happy ending, Polly to the rescue.

The Doctor - Shelby Sister X Alfie Solomons

he reader is underappreciated so she leaves and begins her own life. After becoming a doctor she falls back to her family and finds out that not all things are lost. Mending her heart she also finds her way back to a long lost love…..

Kisses - Finn Shelby X Reader

The one where the reader ends up with a marked up neck, the family is determined to find the culprit only to find out it was one of their own.

The Witch - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader is a witch who can tell the future but she definitely did not see him coming.

Childhood Bestie - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Even though he married Grace true love never dies - even when you almost do

Mean Boyfriend - Finn Shelby X Orphaned Reader

The Reader happens to have a mean boyfriend. Good thing the Shelby’s have a strict *no mean boyfriends allowed* rule at the garrison.

The Smallest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The boys hate having to watch over her, but more often than not she’s the one that saves the day

Quiet Working Girl - Tommy Shelby X Reader

Reader is hired on to work at the Garrison, and Tommy takes an interest in her. When things start to fall apart, she’s the first person he suspects. He makes a right mess of things again, but this time he’s not so sure if he can fix it.

Cold - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Head cannons about a woman who never smiles and how the Shelby family would interact with her.

Ambition - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader always wanted a big life and so did Tommy. Promises were made and the reader comes to cash in

Sickness - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby

Lizzie makes a difficult decision to hide her diagnosis from Tommy. She goes off on her own much like he does, when word reaches him of Lizzie’s illness he has to find a way to make peace with her before it’s too late.

Spellbound - Marauders Reader X Tommy Shelby - Series

The reader leaves the magical world - not knowing what else to do she sees an advert for a bartender. Having worked at Three Broom Sticks she figured it couldn’t be that different. Falling for her boss and getting sucked into the complicated crime underworld of Birmingham was not a part of her plan

I Can Fight - John Shelby X Reader

Having been in a toxic relationship she learns what it means to be with John Shelby.

Languages Expert - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The boys assume Tommy only keeps the reader around because she’s pretty to look at. when a deal starts to go sideways they quickly learn the importance of having a language expert

Lunch Dates - Tommy Shelby X Reader

with limited time and lots of stress you decide to take a breath and get some lunch with your husband.

Rejected - Tommy Shelby X Reader

The reader isn’t interested in what Tommy has going on

The Kindest Blinder - Tommy Shelby X Reader Wife

Tommy’s wife isn’t what people expect. Her soft kindness is visible to anyone that see’s her. She’d do anything for her family, but when she’s pushed to the limit a different side of her shows.

Grace - Tommy Shelby x Reader

When she showed up to reclaim the love of her life, she wasn’t expecting you to be there.

Pregnant? - Tommy X Reader

The reader doesn’t realize she’s pregnant and a big surprise awaits the family

Mr. Brightside - Tommy X Reader

Tommy realizes his feelings for you, too bad he’s too late and you’ve already found a guy.

Bad Habits - Tommy Shelby X Lizzie Shelby

Tommy struggles with his drinking thankfully Lizzie is always around to help.

The Mark of a Kiss - Sherlock's Sister X Tommy Shelby

Sherlock's other sister solves a mystery involving the notorious Tommy Shelby

Come on Barbie - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Thomas sits back and wonders how his girl manages her crazy lifestyle.

I've Got My Eye on You - Tommy Shelby X Reader

A traumatic event has left the reader with one eye and an emotionless appearance. Captivated by her beauty and voice Tommy tries to get to know her better

Sherlock - Enola Holmes

The Mystery of the Shelby Sister - Sherlock X Peaky Sister Reader

Sherlock tries his best to ignore his neighbor but when Enola gets attached it becomes increasingly difficult. Extras - Big Kiss

Tangerine - Bullet Train

Angst - Tan X Reader

Things go from bad to worse leaving you two very far apart…

Geralt of Rivia

Surprises - Geralt X Reader

Geralt of Riva finds out you are pregnant with his baby

Wade Wilson & Peter Parker

Tired - Hurt & Comfort

Trusted - Hurt & Comfort / Seeing his face for the first time

No Powers - SpideyPool

The Amazing Panic Attack - SpideyPool

Peter has a panic attack after saving someone that looks like Gwen. After being MIA Wade comes to find him, and after a whole lot of comfort, their relationship takes a new direction.

Marauders

Head Cannons

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anonymooseforever007 · 1 year

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The Proposal

(Technically Pre!Luca Changretta x female Shelby reader)

Summery: Despite the assumption of many others Thomas Shelby didn't like unnecessary bloodshed and neither did Luca Changretta. So before a full out gang war could begin, they came up with a plan to make peace between the families.....And obviously the best plan they could come up with was an arranged marriage. And even more obviously not everyone one was pleased....namely the bride.

A/N: Hi Y'all! No trigger warnings other than usually Peaky Language and discussion of arranged marriage. Y/N is furious. Luca isn't in this one but he's technically the groom so....I wrote this purely to prequel another part I'm still writing! Also this is technically S4ish but it breaks away from cannon and is my idea of how a Shelby sister may react if Tommy tried to marry her off to prevent the vendetta! Enjoy❤️!

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You walked into the Shelby Company Limited, waving and exchanging happy greetings with those who offered them. Lizzie looked at you as you approached her desk.

"Hi Lizzie! How have you been today? I absolutely love your dress today, the color is brilliant! You wouldn't happen to know if my brothers are in would you?"

Lizzie smiled, "Hello Y/N. Thanks, I got it at this new shop. I can give you the address of the store later if you'd like. I've been alright, your brothers are planning something though. Been in since this morning I've got no clue what it is though."

"Ohh that would be perfect! Thanks. It was, as always, nice seeing you," you nodded pleasantly to your friend as you started to move to the private office. "Oh and Lizzie? I'm sorry about the noise,"

"Wha..."

"THOMAS MICHAEL SHELBY!!! I WILL STRIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS AND USE THEM AS SKIPPING STONES!!"

The entire betting shop went deathly silent as the you stormed in, heading straight into your brother's office. Slamming the door behind, you ignored everyone else in the room and went directly for your target, grabbing him by his collar to bring his face closer to your attacking fist.

Unfortunately you, and luckily for him, Arthur and John had just barely managed to grab you by the waist and drag you back a few steps before your fist could make contact. Unluckily for them, you turned your wrath another way, practically jumping in the air to land a foot of yours on each of theirs, before dragging them both forward so their heads collided with a hard thud. Both men groaned while you made another break for your older brother. This time he was expecting it and grabbed you in a hold that would be harder to escape. Your hands were trapped between your two bodies and Tommy had one arm around your back, preventing you from pulling back. He'd even managed to wrap one on his legs tightly around the back of yours to prevent any attacks aimed in "softer areas". If someone hadn't heard your words previously, it may have even looked like he was hugging you. And not just that, but hugging the way Charlie liked to do whenever you saw him, wrapped as tightly around you as possibly, keeping you from moving away. And while you absolutely adored such cuddles with your young nephew, this was most certainly not like those times.

The entire company seemed to be frozen in silence waiting for what would happen next. Those outside the office listened for the sounds of more yelling of even the possible shot of a gun. And those in the office looked on at the brother and sister locked tensely together, seeming to have a ferocious conversation without a single word. The furious glare you were giving Tommy would make any man question himself, but your brother only met your glare with an equally strong stare of his own.

Then with an annoyed sigh you finally relaxed in your brother's arms. You looked at your captor with a raised eyebrow signalling to him that this is the part where he lets you go. Tightening his grip slightly, Tommy raised an eyebrow of his own.

"Are you done?"

".....Yes."

"Really?"

".....Yes."

"You're not gonna shout anymore?"

"....Yes."

"You won't punch me?"

".....Yes."

"You gonna apologize to John and Arthur?"

"No."

"Alright," he concluded, finally relaxing enough to let you step back from his grip.

...

You lied...

It was mere seconds later when Tommy's head was turned to the side with an echoing smack. His glasses cracked when they hit the other side of the room. You started to bat your hands at any brother trying to approach you.

"How fucking dare you!!! FIRST of all: sending Finn, FUCKING FINN, OUR BABY BROTHER, MY FINN to tell me because you don't have the balls to do it yourself! I was so worried when he came looking like he was going to throw up, you fucking bastards!! I thought he was hurt or someone died because he was so FUCKING anxious. But NO! He thought that I was going to STOP LOVING HIM because he was the one who had to tell me about your little WEDDING PLAN! DING DONG RING THE FUCKING WEDDING BELLS," you spat venomously, thinking of the absolutely miserable look on your youngest brother's face as he came to see you only an hour ago. Apparently, your other brothers thought if he was the only to break the news of your impending engagement you'd take it willingly, maybe even happily if it came from your favorite sibling. And to be fair, from him you had. You knew it wasn't his idea and given the fact he honesty looked like he was going to cry possibly, thinking you'd hate him forever because of his message. Like it was him who signed your death warrant. No, for Finn and only him you'd taken the news calmly, telling him it was alright and you'd didn't hate him. Reassuring him once again you loved him, and that he could come to you for anything at all anytime and that you also wanted him home by midnight; you'd left him with a tight hug, quick kiss on the side of his head, and some money to take the sweet girl he'd been talking with to the movies....

Then you set out for your older brothers....

Now here you were, giving them your real opinions which they hoped Finn would soften the brute of.

"AND on that note! Who THE FUCK are you? THINKING YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING RIGHT TO MARRY ME OFF FOR YOUR LITTLE PISSING PARTY," your volume increasing as you raged, while dodging around your brothers to climb on Tommy's' desk so you could yell at them without being cut off as easily. "JUST BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE BIRD BRAINS ONLY UNDERSTANDS PLANS INVOLVING FIGHTING AND FUCKING DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE WHAT YOU SHOULD USE!!," John yelped as you stomped on his hand trying to grab your ankle to pull you off the desk. "I!! I WILL NOT BE USED IN ONE OF YOUR SHITTY LITTLE SCHEMES TO MAKE PEACE BECAUSE YOU MEN FUCKED SOMETHING UP AGAIN!! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME! I AM NOT SOME BARGAINING CHIP TO BE BET IN YOUR GAMBLING GAME," you kicked Tommy's stapler backwards towards Arthur's head as he tried to grab you from behind. "I WILL WORK WHERE I WANT. I WILL LIVE WHERE I WANT. MEET WHO I WANT. FIGHT WHO I WANT. AND FUCK WHO I WANT!! DO YOU YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

Again the room was silent as you and Tommy stared at each other. You from on top of his desk holding his empty whiskey glass, ready to throw, and him right in front, a bright red handprint blooming in his pale skin. Tommy opened his mouth to speak and you opened yours, still angry and ready to refute whatever he said. But then Tommy raised his arms in peace and took a few steps back slowly, keeping his eyes on yours in a show of surrender.

"Alright. Alright Y/N we've heard what you have to say..."

"Don't fucking patronize me Tommy. I'm not a fucking horse you can calm or sell on a whim," you refuted, sighing as the fight finally left you. You were still furious yes, but you were tired of yelling. It wasn't something you did often and even now you were really only doing it to keep yourself from hitting your brother again. He couldn't listen to you if he was unconscious. Still moving forward with his arms slightly raised Tommy tried again.

"Alright," Tommy repeated raising one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose like he did when he was stressed. Sure he expected you to be mad, you had even been pissed when he arranged John's marriage with Esme, and you adored the women as much if not more than John himself did. He knew your feelings on marrying for Love and not business and to be fair he didn't disagree. And even if it made him slightly sick to think of having to do this, a pact bound with marriage was the only was Luca would agree to reconsider the black hands.

'A bond thorough blood bound or blood spilled' those were his words.

"I get you're angry Y/N. And I'm sorry it had to be this way," Tommy spoke firmly but vaguely, and there was almost a slight pleading there, ask if he was asking you to let it go just this once. As if he was asking you to grab his jacket instead of tie yourself to a man you'd never met. "But you don't understand the situation we're in." Tommy moved to grab one of the papers you'd knocked off the desk in your ranting. He reached up to hand it to and you grabbed it before staring at it for a moment processing what was before you. And for some reason you couldn't explain but that paper was all it took for your anger to return full force. Who at kind of death threat even was this?

"YOU EXPECT ME TO GET MARRIED TO A STRANGER BECAUSE OF A FUCKING FINGER PAINTING?!"

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Part 2

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#Peaky Blinders #Peaky blinders imagine #luca changretta #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta imagine #peaky blinders x reader #shelby!reader #shelby!sister

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d3lta-200x · 1 year

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Can you make a redhead male reader with the Peaky Blinders brothers?

Shelby brothers + Michael with a s/o who is a red head

TW: cannon typical violence

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

*Thomas Shelby*

You caught his eye, most likely at the garrison, he would probably give you a cupple of complements,

After your start dating you get alot more complements, he likes playing with your hair either to de-stress himself or as a way of showing affection, he thinks you are very unique and handsome

*Arthur Shelby*

He was probably serving you at the bar, he definitely had a dubble take of your appearance,

After you start dating he looks at your hair alot more and like Tommy he plays with your hair to de stress himself, most likely before a fight

*John Shelby*

He definitely asked you a bunch of questions about your hair, he was shocked someone could have that hair colour,

After you start dating he definitely shows you off to everyone, he says he has the most unique Boyfriend in the hole world and no one can convince him otherwise

*Michael Grey*

He was a bit confused at first and had to do a dubble take, he thinks your hair adds to your character,

After you start dating he is like John and shows you off, he gives you alot of complements you alot

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xoxoavenger · 1 year

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We’re Okay

pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

summary: drabble taking place during season 5 ep 2 (I think)

word count: 737

warnings: cannon typical shit

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Thomas Shelby curses the fact that he had fallen asleep on the couch that night.

Him and Y/N were in a fight, most of it about the fact that Tommy still lied to her even though they had been married for years - had two children together, even - and it drove Y/N insane. Part of it, however, was due to the money they had just lost in New York, because they couldn't even agree on that.

If he had just been the husband he was supposed to be, if he had just laid in bed with her, no matter how upset he was, he wouldn't have been staring at his wife, watching her scared eyes replay her life.

It had started that morning, when she was making breakfast. She was still in her nightgown with a robe when she had looked through the window, seeing something in the field. She squinted, but she couldn't make heads or tails of what it was, so she opened the top left drawer and grabbed the gun, slipping a pair of her flats on and walking out. She was going slow, waiting to see what was out there. It was large, and as she got closer, she realized it was someone hanging on a crucifix. Her heart raced - she had checked on Charles and Ruby, however she had never seen where Tommy ended up. She almost felt sick as she ran, as fast as she could, to the crucifix. She didn't even give a thought to the fact that her shoes were kicking mud up, onto her legs and even her robe. As she got closer, the figure had a suit on, one that Tommy would wear, and she felt tears fall down her eyes, choking her. She would have thrown up if she slowed down, but she wasn't. She was running even faster now, as if she could somehow save Tommy.

It wasn't until she had got there that she realized two things; first was that it wasn't Tommy, and second was that she was screaming. Her heart didn't slow down, but she realized her legs were aching and her throat was raw. She grabbed the paper, but she didn't have the chance to read it because someone was calling her name. She turned, seeing Tommy, alive and well, but worried and sprinting toward her. He stopped abruptly, looking around the field. Y/N looked too.

That was when she realized the mines on the ground.

She looked up to Thomas, her mind flashing through memories, memories of her husband, of her children, of the Christmas' together, her children's smiles when they opened presents. She was sure this was the end.

"Okay, Y/N. I need you to do exactly what I say. Alright, love? Can you do that?" His voice was quiet, but there were tears pooling that she knew wouldn't fall. Either they both got out, or neither of them did. She nodded in response to his question, tears falling down her face as she shook. This was it, the moment her children became orphans.

"Tommy," She whimpered, looking at the mines.

"It's gonna be okay, love." He reassured her, also looking around. "Just walk slowly. That's it," He put out his hand as she got closer, and when she finally took his had he pulled her into her, as close as he could. His hand wrapped around her head, letting her rest it on his shoulder.

"Tommy," She repeated, tears falling down her face.

"We've gotta go," He pulled her, the two running as fast as they could. They ran all the way out of the field and onto the lawn, and then Y/N collapsed, sobbing into the grass. Tommy knelt next to her, hand on her back, as he whispered to her the things she needed to hear.

She grabbed his arm, the land mines exploding as she screamed. Just the thought of having to leave her kids, leave Tommy, she couldn't bear it. She had almost died before, but this was the first time she was actually aware of what could have happened before it did.

"You're okay. We're okay." He kissed her temple, and when she finally stopped screaming, tears still rolling down her cheeks, he grabbed her and pulled her into him, rocking her body.

They stayed that way until she had finally calmed down, walking back to the house and cuddling their babies.

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#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders x reader

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 15)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Information that comes in from Sheffield has Tommy meeting with (Y/N), and with his family, to try and plan out what will happen next.

Warnings: language, planning of a killing

Word Count: 3812

A/N: exciting things to come in the next few parts — let’s hope things go well in Sheffield this time around!! Enjoy! :)

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Three, sharp knocks sounded off of (Y/N)'s apartment door, making her stand from the couch and hurry over to answer it. "This is a surprise," she commented as she found Tommy in the middle of taking off his cap and stuffing it into his pocket.

"I've gotten some information," he started off, leaning in just slightly before adding, "from Sheffield."

(Y/N)'s throat went dry at the mention of her family's home city, and she subtly glanced over Tommy's shoulder before wordlessly reaching out and grabbing hold of his hand. "Come inside," she prompted him, leading him through the threshold of her apartment so that she could shut the door. She turned back around to face him then, holding her breath for a moment. "What have you heard?" she didn't waste much time getting to the point. The contents of her mother's letter from a couple weeks ago were still swirling through her mind.

Tummy slipped his hands into his pockets and rocked on his feet before he nodded his head towards the living area of her apartment, silently signaling that they should go sit down. (Y/N) responded with a silent nod of her own before she walked past him and led the way to the couch.

"What have you heard?" she asked again once they were both sitting.

"I've had men following both of your brothers since you returned from Sheffield," he started, clearing his throat before continuing, "they've been able to figure out their schedules, their whereabouts, their dealings. We have a pretty good read on what they're doing at all times. Things have changed with Garrett these past couple of weeks..."

"Changed how?" (Y/N) cut into his statement, eager to know if he would say anything that would match up to what her mother had told her in the letter.

"He's starting to go against your other brother, Clay, a lot more...he's been making his own decisions; coming up with his own moves, which is unusual because up until now it's been Clay who's been making the moves," Tommy explained what his men had observed.

(Y/N) nodded along with what he was saying. It was definitely stacking up to what her mother had told her. "Clay's been the brains since dad stepped down. Garrett's been the muscle. Violence is the way that he's solved things; it's been that way since the war ended," she gave more background on her brother, looking down at her lap then.

"Your brother faught?" Tommy asked, slightly surprised by this information.

"Yeah," her answer was simple.

Tommy nodded. "Did Clay?" he asked about her other brother. Every bit of information helped in this situation. He wanted to know exactly what he was going up against.

"No," (Y/N) shook her head, "our father had a bit of a health scare around the time that the conscription was happening. He desired to have one capable man around the house during the time, and he had the money and the means to make it happen so that one of his sons could stay home. Clay was older and it was pretty clear that he was going to be the one to take over when dad stepped down. Garrett was only twenty-one when he went to fight...he didn't come back the same, but yet he didn't know any different. Violence became his answer to everything and Clay happily played off of that," she explained the troubles that the younger of the two brothers was facing while trying her best not to feel sorry for him. Sure, he was her brother, but he'd done some truly horrible things...and he was thinking of doing more.

"He's a bit of a loose cannon then, isn't he?" Tommy checked to make sure he was understanding it correctly.

"You can say that," she agreed with him, "my, uh...my mother wrote to me recently..." she started off then.

"What did she say?"

"That Garrett's basically gone off the deep end...he's pushing away any and all help from anyone. My father could usually get him leveled out, but his attempts are coming up empty now. She's scared of what's going to happen to him, or of what he's going to do," she explained the contents of her mother's letter to him, watching as he nodded and pursed his lips. A few moments passed before (Y/N) broke the silence. She was unable to sit in it any longer without asking him the words that were teetering on her lips: "what are you planning on doing?"

Tommy looked over at her as she spoke. She was smart, and she was able to put two and two together to figure out that there was a reason behind him coming to her home and asking these types of questions. It was her family and she deserved to know, and ultimately have a say in, what he was planning on doing. "We are looking to go forward with making a move on Garrett," he told her his plan.

"You're looking to kill him?" she asked, not in a shocked tone, but rather just to make sure that it was clarified.

"Yes," Tommy's answer got right to the point.

"Why?" The question escaped (Y/N)'s lips before she could stop it.

Tommy looked her over before he spoke. He was trying to gauge the reasoning behind her question. She didn't seem shocked by his plan, instead it sounded like she'd asked him this out of curiosity. "It's what's right...after what happened when you visited Sheffield," his answer was short, and silence hung in the air until he added to it, "this is how things get done in our world. They've taken one of ours, so we'll take..."

"I know that, Tommy," (Y/N) cut him off before he could finish, "I've been a part of this world since the day that I was born. I don't like it, but I can't deny that it was the life that I was brought up in," she said to him, hoping to make him realize that he didn't need to spell his motives out to her in simple terms. She knew what had to be done, and as much as she wanted to feel sorrow and worry for her brother being the one in the crosshairs, she just couldn't. He'd done it to himself.

"You're ok with this happening?" he asked her, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I am," she nodded, swallowing thickly before continuing, "but I want to be there...I want to be the one who does it."

"(Y/N)..." Tommy began to disagree, but she cut him off before another word could be said.

"He's my brother, Tommy. I got us all into this mess by showing up here. I...I was the reason that...I...that Matthew..." she couldn't get out the rest of her sentence coherently as the memories of what happened in Sheffield began to fill her mind.

"Come 'ere," Tommy mumbled, taking her into his arms and holding onto her tightly as he noticed tears welling up in her eyes. "That wasn't your fault, love. You didn't know what you were walking into...you thought your mother had set up everything and you wanted to go see her," he spoke to her softly as she clinged onto him like her life depended on it.

"I was still the one who got him killed," she cried into the fabric of his jacket.

"But it wasn't your doing," he reminded her, "you didn't take him there with that purpose in mind. It was your brothers who planned that out."

(Y/N) lifted her head from his chest a few moments after he finished speaking. She looked at Tommy, searching his eyes to try and figure out what he may be thinking. "It's only right that I'm the one who does this," she spoke in a voice just above a whisper, "he's done so much to me and caused my family so much strife...it's only right that a member of his family is the one to deal with it."

"If that's what you want..."

"It's what I need," she cut him off, emphasizing her final word, "I want to be the one to look him in the eyes...to make the judgment and then carry it out."

"I'll be with you," he assured her, letting her know that he wouldn't let her go in alone.

"I know you will," she smiled softly at him before she sat more upright, so that she wasn't leaning her body against his.

Tommy looked her over, the slightest smile forming on his face as he saw hers. "I want you to come to the next family meeting, (Y/N)," he told her then. She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued talking before she was able to, "it'll be about the business in Sheffield. You should be there if you'll be the one who's carrying it out."

(Y/N) closed her mouth upon hearing the second half of his statement and instead nodded her head. She understood that there'd have to be more planning involved in this, and Tommy and his family certainly had the information that was needed in order to make the plan. She knew that he wasn't going to send her in blind, and she took comfort in that. "I'll come," she accepted his invite, "when will it be?"

"Tomorrow. If we want to get this done right, we'll need to go to Sheffield for the weekend; when there's a better chance he'll be at the pub."

"Nothing's changed in that regard," (Y/N) said under her breath, not surprised that her brother was still spending great amounts of time at the local watering hole.

Tommy nodded his head to the side as he heard what she had to say. It was good to know that the information he'd gotten from his men was being backed up. "They've told me that he spends a lot of his time there," he added, surely not telling (Y/N) anything she didn't know.

"It's how he copes," (Y/N) stated while shaking her head, saddened by the fact that her brother had turned out to be like this. Sometimes she wished she could go back to the time before the war...where things were slightly better. Sure, she still hated how her father and brothers ran the family, but Garrett wasn't firing off at every little thing. Now he'd just become a problem into himself and others around him.

She hated to say it, but things would be better if he weren't around...especially after what her mother had said in her letter. She couldn't imagine what would come out of what he was thinking of doing. She didn't want to imagine it.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she tried to get those thoughts out of her mind. "How are you doing, Tommy?" she asked him then, intending to switch the topic, "...after what happened the other night," she added so that he'd know what she was talking about.

Tommy looked at her for a moment, thinking about how he'd answer her before going forward with it, "I'm fine."

(Y/N) expected a response like this from him, so hearing it didn't surprise her. It was because of that that she didn't push him to elaborate on his answer. Instead she nodded and sent him a smile.

"How are you?" he decided to ask her.

"I'm ok," her response followed the lines of his, but her involuntary playing with her hair exposed the fact that the bruise she'd received had not yet healed.

"How's your head?" Tommy asked, noticing the bruise.

"It's fine," she smiled at him, letting her hair fall back over it again as she looked down at her lap. Tommy reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear again so that he could see the bruise once more. "I'm fine, Tommy," she told him again, her voice coming out softer because he was closer to her now than he was before.

He kept his eyes focused on the bruise for a moment longer before meeting her eyes again. "It didn't need to happen to you," he said then. Although he spoke vaguely, (Y/N) knew exactly what he was getting at.

"But it did, and I'm happy for it, because you might have been in trouble had I not been there," she urged him to think on the lighter side of things. The small scratch that she'd gotten was healing without any problems...she didn't even want to think about what could have happened to Tommy had she not come out when she did.

Tommy grimaced at the mention of the events that went down and (Y/N) sent a small smile as a response. "I..." he tried then, but his words got cut off as he exhaled a long breath. He wanted to tell her how much seeing her get hurt like that bothered him, but he couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Let it be, Tommy. It's in the past and I'm fine now," she encouraged him to think past it, her hand dropping to rest on top of his as she sent him another gentle smile.

"It's not going to happen again," he told her, seriousness seeping into his features as he spoke. (Y/N) nodded at his statement, wordlessly telling him 'ok' as she squeezed his hand softly.

"Would you like anything to drink? Eat?" (Y/N) asked, switching the topic after the silence lingered around them for a few moments too long for her liking. She stood from the couch as she asked this, breaking her gaze and contact with him simultaneously. That funny feeling was creeping up inside of her again, and she needed to get away before she acted on it and they veered away from the problem at hand.

"No, I'm fine," he answered, watching as she walked to the small kitchen her apartment had. He cleared his throat then as he pulled his watch out of its pocket, checking the time before slipping it back in, "I should get going now," he said as he stood from the couch.

(Y/N) turned around as she heard his statement, "ok," she nodded, watching as he walked over to where she was. "I'll be at the meeting tomorrow," she added, her words making him nod.

"I'll see you then," he told her as he followed her to the door. He waited as she opened it and stepped aside, holding the knob in her hands. "Have a good evening, (Y/N)," he said to her as he brought his peaked cap up to place on his head.

"Bye, Tommy," she sent him one last smile, one that he held onto, as he then exited the apartment to head off to his next order of business.

(Y/N) took a deep breath as she closed the door, holding onto the knob a bit longer so that she could steady herself. The information she'd gained just now wasn't some that she was thrilled about, but it was what would be beneficial for practically everybody going forward.

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(Y/N) felt the nerves rising in her as she walked behind Tommy. They'd just turned down Watery Lane and were close to their destination. In some ways she felt like she was a lamb being led to the slaughter. This was the first family meeting that she'd be a part of, and something told her that they were run a little bit differently than company meetings.

Tommy opened the door to the home for her and let her enter first before stepping in behind her. "Follow me," he mumbled before he led her through a small living area before coming to two, green doors. He flipped the lock on them and opened them up, making a bigger, open room come into view.

There weren't many people in this room, and (Y/N) recognized almost all of them as other members of the Shelby family.

"Right, so is everyone here?" he addressed the room, making all of the side conversations stop at once. (Y/N) felt like she was shrinking into herself as she stood beside him. All of the eyes in the room were now on her, and she wasn't quite a fan of it. She was thankful when Tommy motioned to an open seat to his left, and she quickly took it without question.

"Everyone besides aunt Pol," Arthur responded from his seat at the other side of the table.

"That's fine," Tommy dismissed the statement before clearing his throat, "I've called this meeting to talk about the business that we'll be carrying out in Sheffield," he began with introducing the main topic of discussion.

"What business is that exactly?" Arthur asked, his eyes shifting between Tommy and (Y/N). There was no specific emotion in his voice, rather it seemed like he was asking out of curiosity.

"I've spoken with (Y/N)...she's agreed with what should be done. We're going to go forward with our plan to take out Garrett," Tommy explained it to his family in simple terms. (Y/N) could feel the eyes fall onto her as he said this, and she tried her best not to sink further into herself. She wasn't the best when all eyes were on her. "She'll be coming with us on our trip to Sheffield," Tommy continued, commanding everyone's attention again, "she's decided that she'll be the one who does it."

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" Esme, surprisingly to (Y/N), was the first of the group to speak up after Tommy added the biggest detail.

"I am," (Y/N) nodded confidently as she looked at the woman sitting across from her, "he's family...it's only right that I carry it out."

"We’ll be there to back you up," John spoke right after she was finished, an assured grin tugging on his lips as he chewed on his toothpick.

"Thanks, John," (Y/N) smiled over at him.

"We all will be," Tommy said then, making her look at him once more, "we'll also be taking a few other men, who will keep an active eye on Clay to make sure he stays where he needs to be while this happens," he laid out more of his plan.

"And the men we already have there?" Arthur questioned.

"They'll stay in their spots. It'll be good to still have some under with Garrett so that we have more eyes on him," Tommy gave a confident answer. The fact that he'd had this planned out well gave (Y/N) a great deal of comfort. This was so very different than any plan she'd seen her father or brothers think up.

"What'll aunt Pol have to say of this, Tom?" John asked about the absent woman’s opinion.

"She'll be briefed when I see her next. I'm confident she'll want us to go forward with it," Tommy's confidence didn't waver. "Any other questions?" he asked after a moment of silence occurred. He nodded after he was met with more silence, "it's settled then...we'll travel to Sheffield for the weekend and carry this out quickly. Meeting's finished," he said his final statement, nodding at his family members before he looked at (Y/N).

The other people in the room began talking about what had just been discussed, but (Y/N) couldn't seem to break her stare on Tommy. His eyes held hers, and he sent her the slightest smile, watching as she sent him one back before he looked away. Esme came over to (Y/N) then, wanting to know more of her thoughts about the plan. (Y/N) happily talked to her, just barely glancing over the other woman's shoulder to see that Tommy was engrossed in conversation with his brothers before she gave her full attention to Esme.

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The day had come to make the drive to Sheffield, and no matter what she did, (Y/N) couldn't seem to shake the nerves that were bubbling up inside of her. It certainly felt like the day of reckoning to her; something major was going to happen before the weekend was over, and she hoped that she - and her newfound family - would stay on the right side of it.

Tommy came to pick her up in the late morning. It was decided the night prior that she'd ride with him, and John and Arthur would follow behind with the other men they were bringing. (Y/N) actively pushed the similarities to her first trip to Sheffield out of her mind as she sat in the passenger's seat. She knew she was safe with Tommy.

After picking her up, Tommy drove back to the family's house on Watery Lane so that they could meet up with John and Arthur. Arthur was in the car when they arrived, but John was still tending to his kids, so they had to wait.

In the meantime, Polly exited the house and came walking over to where the cars were parked. She had a look of determination on her face, and her eyes were focused on Tommy. (Y/N) could do nothing but watch on as the older woman beckoned Tommy to lean over, closer to her. She told him something in secret before allowing him to sit properly again. He stayed stoic, but (Y/N) watched as he reached out with both hands and took a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

"You keep her safe, Thomas," Polly said to her nephew, her words strict and spoken in a sharp tone. Her gaze on him almost seemed as though she was looking through him. (Y/N) was thankful that it wasn't directed at her.

"I will, Pol," Tommy's tone matched his aunt's and he sent her a single nod before turning to look in (Y/N)'s direction.

(Y/N) was smiling at Polly when she caught Tommy's eyes on her. Her smile widened without her wanting it to when she matched her eyes with his. She was able to see a ghost of a smile form on his face before the loud sound of a door shutting broke them apart.

"Better late than never, John boy!"

"Yeah, yeah...fuck off, Arthur!"

The other two Shelby brothers shared a brief exchange before the sound of the second car starting was heard. Tommy took that as his go-ahead to start his own engine, and with one last glance in (Y/N)'s direction, he put the car into drive and started off to Sheffield.

The nerves rose within (Y/N) with each mile they covered. The time of reckoning was coming quicker than ever, whether she wanted it to or not.

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The Danger We Come From

A Peaky Blinders x Hunger Games crossover

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Nina Ferrante

CHAPTER VI

Summary: During her Games, Nina starts figuring out that the Arena might be more deceitful than she originally thought. However, even the most insidious machinations have a way out. A year later, she is confronted with the cruelty of a new edition.

Warnings: violence, death, English is not my first language, no proofreading.

A/N: Rose and Aveline belong to @justrainandcoffee, Lucy to @emotionalcadaver, Eva to @evita-shelby, Heaven to @call-sign-shark.

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul.

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71st Hunger Games - Second Day

Shit.

Hiding behind a tree, Nina watched as the boy from Seven made his way toward the stream she had spotted. She held her breath, trying to be as silent as possible, hoping he’d go away without seeing her. She wouldn’t attack first. The boy took a look around him to make sure no one was near, then he kneeled in front of the water source, letting his guard down. Her grip on the knife tightened, and for a moment she considered taking him by surprise. If she failed to stay hidden, there was no doubt he would attack her, and she wasn’t sure she could get out of the fight alive.

However, before she could make a move, he let out a hoarse scream, getting away from the water as if he had burned himself. Nina watched in horror as he clutched his throat, scratching his own skin, his agonising cries getting louder. He fell on his knees, panting, digging his nails in the soil like he could get some relief from it. But he didn’t. He sagged to the ground, letting out one last sob before going quiet. A few moments passed, then a cannon went off. He was dead.

Nina hesitated for a few moments before mustering up the courage to leave her spot. With uncertain steps, she walked over to the body. The boy had burn marks on his hands and face, where he had touched the water, and blood was trickling from his lips.

Fucking hell. Had she got there first, she’d be the one lying on the ground. Her eyes went to the stream next to her. She crouched down, observing the water. If she watched it carefully enough, she could notice that it wasn’t as clear as it was supposed to be. It was almost murky, probably because of the substance they had put in it. Her head started to spin. So close…

She pushed the thought away. She was alive, that was all that mattered. She got up, approaching the dead tribute again. Maybe he had something useful on him. A shiver ran down her spine at the realisation that she had to move him in order to check his rucksack. She didn’t want to touch him, she didn’t want to take this things away from him. But she wanted to survive. Taking a deep breath, she turned him on the side to open the rucksack. A jackknife, stale breadsticks and some dried meat. She put the knife in her pocket and the rest inside her own backpack. It didn’t feel right, but what was she supposed to do? Leave everything there for the Gamemakers to take them away with the body, or worse, for other tributes to take them?

With her new loot, Nina set off again, in search of a real source of water. There had to be one somewhere. The previous day, she had been too occupied looking for shelter to explore the Arena. She had no idea how many tributes had died, those who were still alive were probably roaming through the forest, and she couldn’t take the risk to find one in her way. Only when the cannons started to go off she knew that the bloodbath was over. She had counted nine. With the boy from Seven, the fallen tributes were now ten. Oliver was still alive, the hovercraft hadn’t projected his face during the tally of the dead. She wondered what he was doing, if he had found someone to form an alliance with, or if he was wandering alone, just like her. The night before the Games, they had mutually agreed that they wouldn’t form an alliance with each other, so that they wouldn’t risk finding themselves in the position where one had to kill the other. It could still happen, but the chances were lower that way.

The sound of rushing water came to Nina’s ears, making her stop in her tracks. She stayed still, trying to understand where it came from. Her right, it seemed. After a couple of minutes, she found herself in front of a broad pond, on top of which flowed a waterfall. She kneeled in front of the water, carefully studying it. There was no was no sign of the murky patina she had spotted in the stream, it was so clear she could see the stones under it. For safe measure, she dipped her finger in the water and quickly removed it, then waited for a few seconds. Nothing. Letting out a sigh of relief, she filled her bottle. She drank the first half in large gulps, the fresh liquid finally giving ease to her parched throat.

Then her stomach started to growl, and she remembered the only thing she had put in her stomach since the day before was what she had found in her backpack - that was, the half of the apple that wasn’t rotten. So she took advantage of that moment of peace to nimble a few breadsticks. She’d save the dried meat for later, when she’d need it more.

After appeasing her hunger and filling the bottle again, Nina decided it would be better to leave. The waterfall was loud, and it wouldn’t be long before someone else found it. She had mentally taken note of certain points of reference, so that it would be easier to find it when she needed it again. She just had to make sure not to get lost.

72nd Hunger Games - First Day

It was a fucking massacre. Heaven Lavey, the girl from Seven, had hunted and butchered the majority of the kids that had died that day. It was brutal, and even more gruesome than the previous years. Until then, Nina had never thought it would be possible to rank the level of violence of the different editions of the Games. Nora and Lucas were still alive, though, and that brought her some semblance of relief. Just like she had expected, Nora had formed an alliance with Ivy, the girl from Twelve. Lucas, on the other hand, moved alone. She was scared for them. She knew that if they were to cross paths with Heaven, it would be over for them. If they had to die, she just hoped it would be quick, and not at the hands of someone who would chop their limbs off with an axe.

It would’ve been easy to resent the girl. To point the finger at her cruelty, to hope for someone to take the monster out. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Cause Heaven was a girl, not a monster, and like everyone else, she wanted to get out of the Games alive, at all costs.

The Arena was a misty forest, covered by an ever-present thick layer of fog, and it was cold, too cold. Nina was afraid it was unlikely that anyone without extra clothes or covers would survive the night. She would send the kids some thanks to the sponsors that Alfie and Rose had found, and hope it would be enough to at least keep them warm. Six hours had passed since the start of the Games, and Nina hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of the screen for a second. She had ignored her thirst, hunger and tiredness, scared that a mere moment of distraction from her part would result in one of the kids dying.

A water bottle entered her line of sight, and when she raised her eyes, Eva Smith was standing in front of her. “You’ll dig a hole in that chair if you carry on like this,” she said, handing her the bottle. Nina took it, murmuring a ‘thank you’. The gesture had surprised her, if she had to be honest. They had never talked before, or acknowledged each other’s existence that much. And she wondered how much of a mess she looked for someone else to do something for her. Eva sat back in her chair next to her, focusing on the Games again after the brief pause she had taken. Her kids were still alive, and they had managed to find shelter not long after the start.

Lucy’s boy, however, had died during the bloodbath, and so had Aveline’s girl. The remaining Careers - the ones the girl from Seven hadn’t killed - as usual, had laid claim to the Cornucopia, thus providing themself a bit of comfort. Thirteen kids had died so far. Thirteen lives taken like they meant nothing, like they were nothing. Because they were nothing, in the eyes of the Capitol. The Games inexorably came every year, leaving behind a trail of grieving mothers, angry fathers, suffering siblings, all for entertainment. The hurricane swept away whole houses, and once it passed, not even the bricks remained. She knew it all too well.

When the night came, it took Rose and Alfie at least ten minutes to convince her to leave her spot and go rest a bit. She was tired, barely awake, and yet she had no intention of going to sleep. How could she sleep in her soft, comfortable bed while Lucas and Nora were out in the cold, with nothing but the covers they had sent them to keep them warm? How could she leave them alone like that? She had been in the Arena, she knew what the first night was like. Scary, sleepless, lonely.

But Alfie and Rose were right. She wouldn’t be of any help if she was too tired to understand what was going on. She needed to sleep. So she went to bed, telling herself that the sooner she slept, the sooner she’d wake up.

71st Hunger Games - Night three

The sky was full of stars. They were fake, of course, but they seemed real enough to bring Nina a false sense of peace. Lying on the branches of a tall tree, she mindlessly rolled the blue and green bouncy ball in her hand. She had found that the repetitive motion grounded her when she was anxious, and she had made a habit of repeating it before sleeping. When her eyelids started to feel heavy, she put the ball back in her pocket and closed her eyes, trying to forget where she actually was and enjoy the feeling of the soft breeze on her face. After three days, she had managed to make it work, and that way she could rest, at least for a few hours. The fact that she was so high from the ground paradoxically comforted her, making it easier to get some sleep. If the other tributes couldn’t see her, they couldn’t catch her, and even if they saw her, it would take them a while to get where she was.

Just one tribute had died that day, the girl from Five. Nina didn’t know how she, or the other three tributes who had fallen over the past two days, had died. She hadn’t moved much, the zone she had sought refuge in was very deep in the forest, and not many tributes passed from there. It was also away from most water sources, real and deadly. That was the main reason why she had chosen it. Of course, she had to move in order to fill her bottle, but at least she could stay relatively safe.

There were eleven tributes left. The Careers were all alive. Oliver was alive as well. The others were the girl from Three, the boy from Eleven, and the boy from Five.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a rumbling reverberated through the trees, and in the distance a red light flashed in the darkness, followed by screams. Fire. Without giving it a second thought, Nina grabbed her backpack and climbed down the tree, before starting to run in the opposite direction. She ran as fast as she could, her legs aching from the effort. The more the fire grew, the more the air filled with smoke, taking on a dull shade of grey. Another roar, the sound of an explosion, and the horrifying, dreadful realisation that it wasn’t a simple fire fell down upon on Nina. The Gamemakers were sending fireballs. They crashed into the trees and destroyed whatever they found in their way. A cannon went off. Nina covered her nose and mouth with her sleeve, breathing was becoming harder and harder, and her eyes burned. She made her way through the giant leaves and vegetation that grew from the ground as the flames implacably raged behind her. She was quick, but the fire was quicker, and it was a matter of minutes before it reached her too. At that point, the other tributes were surely running in the same direction as her. But that was the goal, after all. The fuckers had probably decided that there hadn’t been enough fighting for their taste. Another cannon.

So concentrated on escaping death, Nina didn’t become aware that the fire had slowly stopped until the pain in her legs forced her to slow down. She looked back, and noticed that the orange glow had stayed far behind. She had made it. The urge to sit down and catch her breath was strong, but she knew she couldn’t stop without the others catching up with her.

Suddenly, a drop fell on her face, followed by another, and another. It was starting to rain. She quickened her pace, looking for shelter, but then a burning sensation spread on her skin, making her stop in her tracks. She brought her hand where the raindrops had hit her, and when she looked at it, her fingers were marked by burns similar to the ones she had seen on the boy from Seven. It wasn’t water. She pulled the hood of her jacket up, and before she could realise it, she was running again. Her eyes spotted a nook in one of the trees, and she was quick to hide inside it. Panting, she pressed herself against the wood, trying her best to ignore the searing pain on her face and hands. What the hell had just happened?

Soon, heavy steps resounded on the ground, and the other tributes appeared through the trees. She crouched down in her hiding spot, praying they wouldn’t see her.

“Fuck,” one of them screamed, lifting his hood over his head. “Not again!”

Not again? What did he mean by that?

She watched as they started running, cries leaving their lips as the rain fell upon them. She couldn’t stay there. If they found her spot, they’d kill her for it. With her heart beating like crazy in her chest, she braced herself for the run, but a crippling fear was preventing her from moving. Just fucking run, she told herself.

Three. She observed the path she came from, checking that it was safe. Two. She counted the tributes running around her, to make sure she wouldn’t find one in her way. One. She came out of the nook and ran in the opposite direction, covering herself as much as possible. As she took the path she came from, the rain progressively decreased, until it stopped completely. She furrowed her brows, looking back, the screams still reaching her ears before the boom of another cannon made her flinch. When she raised her eyes, a small, almost imperceptible flicker shone against the night sky.

The words that District three’s mentor, Beetee, had said to his tributes while pointing to them the electromagnetic force field in the Training Centre suddenly came to her mind. There is always a flaw in the system.

And then she understood. It hadn’t started raining. It was a different zone. The Arena was divided in zones, and in that one, the same acid substance that she had found in some water sources rained from the sky. That was why that guy had said what he had said. He had already been there, he just didn’t know.

But Nina had found the flaw in the system.

NEXT CHAPTER

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nqzzxxiren · 1 year

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By Nqzzxxiren

Hello my name is Lillian but you all can call me lilly, lil, or Ian I don't mind at all really you can give me a personal nickname that you made up for me.

I'm here to talk about the fandoms and other things that I could make for you guys (and I mean anything😉😉) so here's the list of fandoms I would make fanfictions or head cannons or scenarios anything you guys want!

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Jake

Neytiri

Tonowari

Ronal

Aonung

Tsireya

Lo'ak

Neteyam

Kiri

Spider

Quaritch

Roxto

Norm

Lyle

Tsu'tey

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Michael

Lucifer

Gabriel

Charlie Bradbury

Jo Harvelle

Jack Kline

Rowena MacLeod

Meg Masters

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

The walking dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

Michonne

Negan

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Greene

Gabriel

Ezekiel

Rosita Espinosa

Abraham Ford

Jesus

Aaron

Carol Peletier

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

James Potter

Luna Lovegood

Ron Weasley

Sirius Black

Neville Longbottom

Remus Lupin

Ginny Weasley

Lily Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Tokio hotel

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schäfer

Spider multiverse

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Miguel O'Hara

Hobie

Miles G. Morales/ Prowler

Jefferson Morales

Rio Morales

Teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Malia Tate

Theo Raeken

Kira Yukimura

Peaky blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Grace Burgess

John Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Michael Gray

Finn Shelby

Ada Shelby

Gina Gray

Freddie Thorne

The lost boy

Michael Emerson

Marko

Edgar Frog

Alan Frog

Paul

Star

David

Sam Emerson

Dwayne

Hi nice to see ya👋🏾 if you don't see any of your favorite fandoms or characters please tell me so I can put them up but yea this is all and you can pick any character you want and whatever genre you want it to be, like fluff, smut, angst and any other

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cherry-lipbalm · 3 years

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tommy shelby

marital bliss. tommy shelby.

part four.

concept: yn’s family is down on their luck, for want of a better phrase. tommy comes up with a rather extreme solution.

YN was never comfortable with telling people what to do, especially Tommy's staff. In fact, even calling them his 'staff' didn't feel right.

Every time she visited Tommy she could never demand anything from the maids that paced up and down the hallways; it didn't feel right asking them to do a task she could just as easily do on her own, and they always seemed busy; after all, working for Tommy Shelby had to be a demanding job, to say the least. Yet, when Tommy had asked a passing Mary to run the bath in his ensuite for her, she couldn't find it in her to protest. Instead, she followed behind her sheepishly, wringing her hands as she led the way to Tommy's room. YN got the feeling that neither of them were ready to trespass onto sacred soil, opening the door slowly and peering inside, almost as if expecting him to be there, scolding.

When they stepped inside, YN was surprised to see that Tommy's room was spotless. His bed was made, his bedside cabinet clear, no clothes sprawled on the floor like he'd so habitually made a frequent occurrence of when he came over to her house. The thought crossed her mind to throw her clothes around his bedroom when she got ready for the bath.

Speaking of, Mary escaped to the ensuite and began running the hot water. YN took a seat on the edge of Tommy's bed, trailing her hands over the thickness of the duvet, listening to the gushing of water. The anticipation of being soaked in warmth made her feet restless, tapping her toes in excitement. She wondered what side of the bed Tommy slept in.

Then, it wasn't long until Mary was finished, and she came out the bathroom drying her hands. "All done," she said.

YN beamed, jumping up and thanking her profusely, meandering past her in desperation to head into the ensuite, which she could see had steamed up over the course of the bath filling up, and the pile of towels on the radiator, too... it was enough to make her cry.

She thanked Mary again, then sauntered into the room, gracefully leaning her back on the door to gently push it closed. Closing her eyes in bliss, then opened them to see that, yes, she wasn't dreaming and this was all fantastically real. She didn’t allow a single second for the water to cool before she stripped, then stepped into the hot water. Even though it irritatingly burnt her skin, she didn't mind at all. Upon touch, she practically melted into the tub, draping her arms on the side, resting her head on the back, she let her eyes flutter close, feeling the melting sensation of all the joints in her body alleviate every tension and creak. Her body slipped further down, until she could dunk her head underwater, relaxing the tight curls of her hair. When she broke the surface she displayed a wide grin, and the hot water did the trick of rubbing the fatigue from her eyes. Again, she set her head on the bath, blissed that this was happening for her.

It still felt immoral. Like she was using Tommy in some sort of way, in spite of the fact that he’d been the one to offer. She knew she had to cherish it, still, even if it was tainted by the thought that she didn’t rightfully deserve any of this. Tommy had worked so hard, and she had just been able to saunter in, but, well, she wouldn’t be here for long. This was a quick fix, Tommy would want her out soon enough. He said himself it was just until she got back on her feet, and surely that wouldn’t take so long? Not that she no longer had to worry about their home and getting food on the table, all of that would be taken care off by the liberty of Tommy, and all that she would feel with an astounding amount of guilt. She tried, however, to abhor it for the time being, and instead focus on the vast warmth surrounding her.

Frankly, YN had never been so relaxed, it was like she was having an out-of-body experience. Then, a knock sounded to bring her right back out of it. "You alright in there?"

"Fucking 'ell, Tom!" YN exclaimed, rising with a start. Water splashed out of the bath as she jumped.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "Sorry. Just checking you 'adn't, you know, drowned.”

"Yeah," she called through the door. "I'm fine, thanks."

"Okay."

"I'll be out in a minute," she told him, beginning to pull herself out, not having realised how much time had passed. The minute she took herself out of the heaven that was the bath, she cursed the air, wanting immediately to fall back in, but her fingers were starting to prune and the water had turned a meagre room temperature. Plus, if she got back in she was bound to catch a cold, and she’d burdened Tommy enough already.

She wrapped herself up warm with the towel on the radiator, willing herself not to exclaim over how soft and purely magnificent it felt against her skin. This is how Tommy lived day to day? Why didn’t she marry him sooner?

Using a smaller towel to ruffle her hair dry, she stole a glance of herself in the mirror. Though steamed up, YN was shocked by her appearance, one she had failed to see in a long time. Her blurred silhouette was different to what she remembered, it was more crouched, it was smaller, frailer. YN gulped guiltily, and wrapped the towel around her closer. Her conscience wanting her to do anything but, she stepped to the mirror and used her cracked palm to wipe it clean, exposing her face in the reflection. Even with the healing powers of Tommy’s bath, the incandescence that had reached her cheeks was one YN knew was only temporary. The bags under her eyes were as prominent as ever, and led YN to wonder what her bedroom would be like, her bed! All to herself, too. None of her brother’s kicking legs to keep her up through the night.

Here, however, she realised she didn’t have any night-clothes to change into.

“Shit,” she whispered, more than aware that Tommy was on the other side of the door.

She balled her fists, beginning to pace along the tiles of the bathroom, hesitant to approach the door as she turned on her heel at the last minute. Asking Tommy to go get her clothes would be weird, wouldn’t it? But what was she supposed to do! Stay in the bathroom forever? Though, to be honest, that didn’t seem so bad…

However, as she thought that, the after-effects of being in the bath were starting to hit her now, and she was beginning to shiver, her feet bare against the tiles. She needed slippers, and she needed them now.

With a deep sigh, she called, “Tommy?”

“Yeah?” He answered, making YN silently curse.

“I haven’t, well, funny story actually. I just, I haven’t got my–”

The door creaked open a tad, then Tommy’s hand poked through, a pile of clothes hanging from his hold. She squealed in delight and clutched at them, cradling the thick cotton in her arms, beaming until she realised that she had never in her life been so privileged as to own thick material.

“These aren’t mine,” she said, a dead tone to her voice as she thought about slapping Tommy across the head because who on earth has the audacity to give his wife (granted, not really his wife) another woman’s clothes?

“I know,” he replied, sensing her drastic jump to conclusion. “They’re mine. Your clothes aren’t enough to keep a snail warm, never mind yourself. You’ll wear this for now until we can get you something better.”

YN heard him light a cigarette, leaning against the door to shut it closed as she dressed. Through the wood, YN held up the clothes (a jumper and a pair of trousers) and observed them with a quirk of her brow, sceptical, to say the least.

“You’re kidding, right?” She commented. Maybe it was just the luxury of being Mrs Shelby getting to her head, but she didn’t exactly see sleeping in itchy trousers as comfortable.

“It’s either that or nothing at all.”

“I think I’d rather take nothing at all.”

“Well, I wouldn’t complain about that,” he said, candidly, and YN smacked the door whilst pretending it was him. She called him disgusting and smirked at his laughter.

They fell quiet, both growing shy and both unknowingly to their counterpart. YN proceeded to drop the towel and stretch the jumper over her head, letting the warm softness drape against her, blissful at the realisation that Tommy had had it on the radiator. She was stumped when it came to the trousers.

“Seriously, what do you expect me to do here?” She asked.

“God, so picky,” he groaned. YN heard himself push off the door, disappear for a few seconds, and then stride back. YN dreaded to hear what solution he’d come up with.

“I can give you boxer shorts—”

“Boxer shorts! Tom, I am not wearing your underwear!”

She practically heard him roll her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe, uh, literally anything else?”

“I’ve given you my bloody trousers!”

“The trousers are ridiculous!”

“Well I ‘aven’t got anything else, YN, you’ll ‘ave to deal with it.”

Astounded at his forward intentions to get her in his underwear, YN raised a brow. She contemplated on the pros and cons, filtering in between the pure awkwardness of what would unravel, and refuting it with the realisation that she could be comfortable. “Fine,” she grumbled, cracking open the door a smidge. Tommy avoided looking through, and instead essentially threw his boxers at her.

“These better be clean,” she mumbled under her breath. She stepped into the gaps, pulling them up to her waist. She was certain she looked a picture, dressed to the nines. For once, she was glad the mirror had steamed up to make her reflection invisible.

“Let me out.” She knocked on the door, feeling his weight still against it. He shuffled, and it opened. She peered out bashfully before stepping into his room, relieved that a pair of slippers awaited her. Hastily, she slid them on her feet, sighing contently when she recognised they were yet another item Tommy had left on the radiator.

And Tommy was staring at her, she could tell. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had an urge to bow her head and never look up again. Her fingers wrung together, and when she eventually did crane her neck, Tommy was –indeed– staring.

“Don’t say a word,” she threatened. He dropped his stone-cold expression, raising his hands in defence and gaping wordlessly like he wasn’t even thinking of anything.

YN stifled a laugh, fighting the urge yet again to roll her eyes. She thumbed the cotton of Tommy’s jumper against her skin, and wondered how long she’d get to cherish all this. It was surreal, to be surrounded by such luxury, to be who she was in that moment, and to be with Tommy, so casually and yet committed at the same time.

“So, uh, you’re all settled in,” he said, breaking her reverie. “Mary’s done your room, just across the hall, so, if you need me, I’m right here,” he said, sauntering away. He dropped his cigarette box on his bed, beginning to undo his tie.

“Somehow I think I’ll be fine,” YN laughed, but made no such effort to move.

Tommy nodded, beginning then to unbutton his waistcoat after the discard of his tie. He threw it with a similar nonchalant fashion on the bed, and YN realised he had never cleaned up for himself at all. He looked up when he noticed she remained standing, and, after a reckoning quiet, made a movement of his own for the silver box. His fingers callously traced the edge, the eventual click of its opening striking the silence of the room. YN thought if anything summarised the years that had passed between her and Tommy, what had kept them anchored to the same meeting point, it was the sound of that cigarette box.

Tommy extended his hand, closing the space between them with his offer. YN, never mind feeling guilty, stepped forward and accepted. Her fingertips trembled in trying to pry one free, only doing so more when she felt Tommy’s eyes on her, and she smiled bashfully once she was successful.

“Got there in the end,” he said.

Again, he lit it for her, striking the match he brandished from a pocket and cautiously holding the flame up to YN’s lips. The latter tried, to no avail, to ignore that the warmth coursing through her wasn’t solely due to the smoke she inhaled. Tommy’s hands were unnaturally close to her own as they both cupped her cigarette to protect the flame, him looking down on her like she was some fulfilled project made her chest contract.

He waved out the match, then —to take YN even more off guard— held his own cigarette to hers, lighting the tip of it by her flame. His eyes shifted to hers, and she fretted that he’d seen the rush to her cheeks, and hoped he’d suspect the heat to be the cause.

Once lit, Tommy backed to the bed, and shuffled over to allow her a seat. She cleared her throat, dragging a smoke as she vacated the space, deciding to shove his arm playfully when she did so, and they both chuckled blithely under their breaths. Tommy pushed back, a little too harshly, almost sending her off the bed. YN exclaimed with a hearty laugh after guffawing at his nature. She stuck the cigarette firmly between her lips and jumped to drive him back, using the meagre strength of her arms to jostle him, promptly forgetting Tommy’s tenacity.

With a ‘pfft!’ he similarly readjusted his cigarette and subsequently gripped her arms in a wrestling stance, twisting her over to pin her on the bed as she cried out. He grinned at the sound of her laughter, beaming down at her with his legs trapped on either side of her own. In vain, YN wrangled her arms to propel against his, struggling to push him off, Tommy continued to patronise her. It was funny, she thought, to see a grown man with such menace as Tommy Shelby grappling atop her, play-wrestling.

“Okay, okay, stop now, I’m done!” YN announced, her words muffled behind the cig. Tommy laughed victoriously, dropping his hands down around her head, dipping into the mattress. He was breathless, somehow, and remained stationary, perched above her, eyes gleaming before scattering over her face, then landing primarily on her lips. YN couldn’t ignore it, like she tended to do when something filled with tension like this happened, she was obliged to see how Tommy analysed her face, dotting over her features again before circling back round to the same destination. He inhaled, YN mirroring him underneath. She smiled shyly.

“You can… get off now,” she said, tapping his forearm.

“Right, yes,” he replied bluntly. He hopped off, sitting straight on the edge of the bed. He removed his cigarette, extinguishing it in the ashtray on his cabinet. As quickly as he squished it, the humour left his system, and he sat with an arched back, arms rested on his knees, a pondering expression on his countenance.

YN propped herself up on her elbows, clearing her throat. “I, uh, should go to bed. It’s late.”

He mumbled, “yep, you should rest.”

YN considered refuting him, maybe even begging him not to be so melancholic, but she was tired, and the prospect of a nice warm bed appealed to her just that bit more. She shuffled off the bed with a sigh, brushing past him on her way. Tommy gave her a small glance, but didn’t relish in anything else apart from a bidding nod. With a smile, YN realised it was probably the best she was going to get, so she whispered a ‘goodnight’ and showed herself out, reluctantly, even despite every fibre in her body feeling foreign to the notion of leaving Tommy. She closed the door behind her with an internal curse. She rested her head against the wood, mouthing a swear to herself before pushing off it and heading to the room opposite, the door creaked open a tad to display the attractiveness of it. It was beautiful, YN could already tell, with a bed bigger than her entire kitchen, adorned with pillows and a thick duvet, candles galore surrounding it. A heavy sigh emitted past her lips, and when she entered the room she found that she wasn’t at all as fulfilled as she imagined she’d be.

Not through any fault of the maids, no, but more to the feeling that the room seemed awfully empty without Tommy in it. She wanted to slap herself for that thought, but there was nothing she could do to deny it.

But, even so, there was nothing to be done about it. She prepared herself for bed, pulling back the cover and climbing in, more than ready for a sleepless night upon the realisation that she longed and missed a man who was a mere ten feet away. But boundaries kept them apart: doors and whatever feelings and morals that separated them. YN was not a Shelby, despite what the paperwork said. She was nowhere near Shelby status; if they were to be anything, it would be nothing but wrong.

She tried her upmost best to dismiss the thought as she lay in bed. She had expected to be doused in serenity when she did this, but focusing on the silkiness of the sheets was evitable when all she could feel was Tommy’s proximity, still. The way he stalked towards her, eyes intent; how he didn’t touch her but YN felt him all the while. Even now, the pressure of his presence exacerbated around her, and she tossed and turned in the bed in a vain attempt to rid of it. It was fruitless. Tommy was the only thing on her mind, rather than the comfort encompassing her exit she had imagined would be the primary focus.

Frustration only accumulated when the hours went by without any redemption. YN sighed, threw the covers off and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She made it thus far, then contemplated on her oncoming decision, feet bare against the wooden floor. The bed became significantly more appealing, but something was pulling YN away in the other direction. She hung her head, then jumped off the bed and tiptoed to the door. It, obviously, had to creak when she opened it, yet when she popped her head out into the hallway she saw it had alerted no one, and she was alone.

She sent a sneaky eye to the door opposite her, closed and making YN freeze in her step. A dull light shone under its gap, and she cursed the fact that it had because it meant that she really had no excuse to not commit.

With a foreboding sense of regret, YN proceeded, raised her fist and took the leap to knock on Tommy’s door. The quiet that followed was claustrophobic, and, if it hadn’t been for the resounding fear that struck within her, she would have backtracked; escaped to her room, slam the door and pretend like she’d never left. Instead, the petrifying anticipation kept her still, and she was doomed to wait for Tommy to answer the door.

Of course, she could lie. Pretend she had got the wrong door, like she was looking for her mother instead, you know, like she hadn’t just been in his room and she was bound to know where it was as a result. Or, maybe, she could say she was hoping to get a glass of water, and didn’t want to bother the maids so please could he do it for her? It wouldn’t be weird… right?

The door opened before she could make her decision.

“You alright?” Tommy asked. He looked at her inquisitively up and down, leaning his arm on the doorframe.

YN was stuck for words, she thought she forgot the whole English language.

“Fine,” she exclaimed, surprised as if she hadn’t been the one to knock on his door in the first place. “Fine, yeah.”

He quirked a brow, “…alright.”

“I just,” YN continued, “I never really thanked you for all this.”

“No need to thank me.”

“I disagree.”

Tommy smiled, then stepped back to allow more room for YN to enter. She bowed her head and did so, wringing her hands as she headed inside. The door closed behind her, and Tommy gestured at the edge of his bed for her to sit.

“Drink?” He offered, swaying to the alcohol cabinet appropriately placed by his bedside. YN was of immediate refusal until she saw the array on his cabinet. In particular, a glass bottle stood out to her.

“Is that your gin?” She asked, excited.

In the midst of pouring his own whisky, Tommy’s eyes danced over to the bottle standing tall within his collection of booze. He allowed a small chortle, then grabbed the neck of it and swung it to his side. By his lack of caution, YN guessed he was already a few drinks ahead of her.

He set it on a nearby cabinet, pouring the Shelby gin into a drained glass which YN guessed had some remnants of another previous drink. She watched him feverishly, eyes wandering over his posture until they bulged at his antics.

“Jesus, Tom, alright.” She leaped forward, grabbing the glass when he surpassed the halfway mark. “You do know you’re supposed to have something with gin?”

“If you’re boring,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. YN scoffed, diluting it with a tonic she’d snatched off his trolley.

Tommy didn’t waver in joining her side, residing back into the imprint he’d formed on the bedsheets. He cleared his throat and swigged the whisky in his hand, clinking the glass back down on the trolley, ‘aah’ing in satisfaction. He propped himself sturdily up by his hands on his knees, eyes, like a rotting tree, hollow and full of decayed life, centred on the wall ahead of him. YN wondered vehemently what he was thinking, and came to the conclusion that she’d rather not know at all.

“You settle in okay?” He asked, out of nowhere, almost making her jump. The distant tone of his voice alluded that his query had been the last thing on his mind, but had simply been asked out of courtesy. YN felt an astonishingly overwhelming sense that she wasn’t welcome, but clutched her glass tighter and stayed. She turned her head to the side, focusing her attention on the small details of Tommy’s room that she’d failed to notice before. More of his clothes were strewn across the floor, and there were a few oddly disfigured stains on the carpet where ash had fallen and been rubbed in over time.

“Yeah, I did. Thanks,” she said. She took a drink, then found the courage to turn back to him and pull together a strong smile. He flashed one back with a similar uncertainty, finally craning his neck in an effort to peer at her.

“Good.” He coughed. “Good,” a whisper, now. YN’s heart began to expand against her ribs when Tommy’s stare remained on her, or rather, her lips. She bit her lower one to prohibit herself from saying anything stupid.

“So, I just, thought I’d come over and say, you know, thank you. I can’t explain it, really, what it means… to my Mum and Jack, too. I know Jack doesn’t say much, but—”

“YN.” Tommy’s hands clasping hers, all of a sudden. “You don’t need to thank me.”

YN, often prone to refute anything that came out of Tommy’s mouth, became uncharacteristically quiet, whether from astonishment of his kindness or the way his eyes traced every minuscule movement of her lips, she didn’t know. A sharp intake of breath shattered the silence of the room, and YN’s grasp tightened on her glass, wondering if she could really prepare herself for what she predicted would be next.

“There’s something else you should know.” Came Tommy’s husky voice, close, YN perceived, as he’d shifted nearer to her without her notice. “About my proposal to you.”

YN gulped, nodding in anticipation. She rested her glass on her knee with a gentle hold. Her eyes focused on Tommy’s mouth as he leaned in, his arm snaking behind her to rest on the mattress while his other graced her cheek. They were close now, with the callouses of Tommy’s fingertips trailing against her cheekbone. His eyelashes flickered upwards, peering almost sheepishly to her. YN struggled to repress a giggle, and raised her hand to rest on his bicep. There was a brief, tense moment, a quick, fluttering glance, before Tommy gently pulled her in and into his kiss.

Surprisingly, Tommy’s lips were soft. When they moulded into hers YN swapped her vacant hand to hold her gin and tonic in order to caress Tommy’s cheek; it quickly reached his hair, grazing against the buzzed sides until clambering to his scalp. Her fingers ran through while Tommy pressed their kiss further (YN allowed him), then travelled down to his chin, cupping it endearingly.

If someone had told her this morning she’d be living in Tommy’s house, married to him, she may have just believed it, knowing that Tommy is awfully prone to fathoming incredulous ideas. If someone had told her this morning that she’d be kissing him, she’d have laughed in their face.

Yet, here she was, holding his neck and moving her lips in rhythm with his, and not finding it completely utterly disgusting.

“Tommy,” she whispered, though, pulling apart from him. She willed herself to ignore the string of saliva that stretched out between them.

The aforementioned automatically gravitated back to YN, eyes still closed in a daze and silently begging for another indulge. Her hand pushed on Tommy’s chest, and he looked at her like a child whose favourite toy she’d just broken.

He cleared his throat, then sat back. “What’s wrong?”

The way he looked at her made YN want to backtrack the whole thing: shake her head and claim it was nothing before kissing him all over again. But she persisted.

“I don’t think we should,” she said, exhaling deeply, with Tommy followed suit.

“You’re my wife, no?” He joked.

“We both know that’s not what this really is.”

Her words made Tommy’s faltering smile finally drop, as well as his hands from her face. He cleared his throat, looking away in what YN could only establish was embarrassment.

He licked his lips, and YN turned her torso away to stare at the floor, resting a hand on her lap while the other was preoccupied with supplying the gin and tonic. She took a loud gulp, biting her lip in the abhorrent silence. Eventually, the sound of rustling cotton signalled her movement, standing from the bed.

“I should… I should go,” she said, smoothing out Tommy’s jumper against her. It was vital she didn’t look down at him when she embarked, instead she bid him goodnight and fumbled out the door, leaving –it felt– as quickly as she had arrived.

Inside, Tommy listened ardently to YN’s curses from the other side of the door, and wondered intently to himself what the hell he had gotten himself into.

part five

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motherofdogs1010 · 4 months

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Little Darling IV (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ only, eventual pinv sex, eventual smut, stripper!reader, heavy petting, dry humping, language, drinking, cannon Peaky Blinder violence

A/N: This takes place post S1 after Grace during that 2 year jump but before Grace comes back, but don't worry, we will be seeing Grace again!

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Part III

His lips against hers felt hot, a shiver ran through her at the sensation of their lips molded against one another and she squeezed her eyes as her hand twitched and--

Slap.

Y/N felt a sense of justification when she slapped Tommy, one of her long nails scratched the corner of his lip pretty good during the slap and the man smirked, his tongue coming out and licking the little blood.

His cheek was rosy from the slap and she felt vindication over it as she

"I'm not a whore", she hissed, shoving him away and standing up. "And I will never be your whore."

"Not during the day", Tommy replied, "not yet at least."

Her eyes widen at his response, the way he was making it out that she was going to be his whore and while the rational part of her felt anger, there was a slim, small part of her that reveled in the thought.

"I need you to leave", she demanded, Tommy held his gloved hands up.

"Fine", he said, "but you don't need to worry about your parents."

Her heart stopped as he continued, "I made sure to leave a generous donation to them, they should be getting a good amount of groceries for the next month."

Y/N felt confused, why was he taking care of her parents? Why was he spending all this effort on her? It had to go beyond what he was telling her; she watched as he turnt and left, wondering just what did Tommy want with her.

Y/N was due for new beauty products and it was on her way out of the store did she run into the famous Polly Gray, aunt to the Shelby boys. It struck her as odd since with the amount of money the Shelbys had acquired, they would have someone else do their shopping but here she was, wrapped in a fur-lined coat and a impeccable hat on her head.

Polly was everything Y/N had heard of, beautiful and sophisticated with eyes that cut you deep as she analyzed you to the bone.

"Y/N is it?" the older woman asked, Y/N clutched her paper bag of things.

"Yes", she replied, "what can I do for you?"

"Walk with me", Polly said, Y/N trailed after her.

After a few moments, Polly spoke up, "Tommy's pretty taken with you."

Y/N felt her eyes widen, had the bastard blabbed?

"Don't worry", Polly said, "he hasn't said anything, but I always know everything that boy does. He is predictable when he comes across a beautiful woman."

"Well, I'd rather he not", Y/N said as they walked.

"The man can't help but think with his cock", Polly said, "he just like every other man."

Y/N wondered what it was that Polly wanted as she said, "No matter, seems like you want nothing to do with the bastard. Much better than the last one."

The last one?

And with more questions than answers, Polly Gray simply turned around and walked away.

Some of the girls wanted to go to the Garrison since Cherry had given some of them the night off as appreciation for their hard work. Y/n had slid into a champagne-colored dress that accentuated her figure, curled her hair into a chignon bun at the base of her neck; her mother's pearls adorned her neck and ears as she finished the look with her usual, deep red lipstick.

"N/N, over here!" Diane said, waving her over.

Diane, stage name Lovely, smiled as she sat with Eleanor (Beloved), Phoebe (Babydoll), and Susan (Sweet Pea). Y/N had felt some apprehension at coming to the Garrison considering that it was prime Blinder territory, but it had been so long since she had gone out with her friends that the risk of running into Tommy felt overshadowed by it.

Walking over, Y/N smiled at the girls as she took a seat. The pub was busy since it was a Friday, the sound of chatter and laughter rang in the place as she slid into a empty seat with her friends.

"What took you so long?" Susan said in a teasing tone.

"You can't rush perfection", she teased back and her friends laughed with her.

Soon enough, gossip began to flow through them as they sat and relaxed, listening to the chatter of the Garrison as Eleanor was gossiping about another one of their co-workers, Beauty.

"She truly thinks that Mr. Lowe will leave his wife for her", Eleanor said with a 'tsk' in her tone. "Poor thing, she really does believe it."

"We all tried to warn her when she first started", Diane said, "just because they're repeat clients does not mean anything."

Y/N sipped on her whiskey as she listened, the cold ice cubes touching her lips as Susan said, "I'm not sure, myself. Y/N here has (Susan looked around before whispering) Mr. Thomas Shelby wrapped around her finger."

Y/N's eyes widened and she had hoped no one else had noticed the preference that he had taken to her, but it seemed it was obvious to everyone.

"Don't remind me", she said with a shake of her head. "He's like a pest that won't leave."

Susan giggled a little, "A pest that brings you loads of money."

"Well, that's the only upside", she said with a teasing grin. "I'm just hoping he doesn't turn up tonight."

"Why's that? It's not like he'd recognize you without the uniform", Diane said, Y/N shook her head.

"Sugar ratted me out."

Her three friends gasped and shook their heads as Eleanor said, "he's been following you, hasn't he?"

Y/N opened her mouth, about to respond when Harry, the bartender walked over and set a drink down in front of her.

"I didn't order this", she said with a frown.

"He did", Harry said as he pointed out the culprit.

And lo and behold, the bane of her days had been sitting in the corner this whole time, just watching her...

TAGLIST

@amanda08319 @crispynutella @neonpurplestars89-blog @forgottenpeakywriter @kxnnxy

#reader insert #x reader #chubby reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #cillian murphy #thomas shelby smut

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Fathers & Family Master Post! All the family stories I have are below! (Peaky Blinders & Bullet Train)

Peaky Blinders

Grab an End - Thomas Shelby & Teen Ruby Shelby

Ruby sneaks off to a party and needs Tommy’s help - Hurt / Comfort / Father daughter feels / coming of age

Moving Out - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Little Ruby has had enough of Tommy’s BS - Hurt / Comfort - father-daughter feels / fix it/ happy ending

Sick - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Ruby is on death's door, Tommy and family try to nurse her back to health

Da - Thomas Shelby & Little Teddy Shelby

The Kid’s first words & Tommy’s reaction - Super Fluff

We Are Not Good Men - Thomas Shelby & Adopted Teen Daughter Pt.2

Reader is adopted when Tommy discovers that she had been working for him as a maid at 15 years old. Extreme fluff & hurt comfort. Hugs. Nondescriptive mentions of assault and beatings

A Vacation - Thomas Shelby X Reader & Family

Tommy needs to step up as a father, when his wife is pregnant again and put on bedrest a vacation is in order. Tommy takes them to stay in Cornwall and the reader watches everyone change for the better.

A Day at the Fair - Shelby boys & Finn

The boys promise him a day at the fair and it doesn’t go as planned - featuring lots of Tommy and Lizzy, plus Arthur and John

London Calling - Shelby Sister Reader

(Shelby sister) has had enough of her family’s nonsense, she escapes to do things on her own. Only to find out years later the cause of her pain wasn’t what she thought it was.

First Hit - Finn Shelby Comming of Age

An outing takes an unexpected turn and Finn thinks its him time to step up. Featuring lots of kid Finn, buckets of innocence, lots of Tommy, and Lizzy to the rescue.

A Monster Under the Bed - Thomas X Reader & Daughter

Tommy helps a girl with an unexpected request that leads his heart somewhere it hasn’t been before

Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks - Thomas X Lizzie & Adopted Reader

who knew verbally assaulting a nun would win you the perfect family - Series

Growing Pains - Shelby Family & Reader Sister

Reader is the youngest of the Shelby clan and is often excluded due to her softer nature. When she gets hurt at the pub one day it quickly becomes everyone’s problem to fix it and make things right

Dad? - Tommy Shelby & Little Baby Sister

The last Shelby is born just before the war, when Tommy comes back caring for her is one of the only things he finds peace in.

Red - Thomas Shelby X Pregnant Reader

Redhead Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Tommy’s babe. This follows their wonders about what their child will be like.

Betrayal - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Reader is Tommy’s daughter. When she gets involved with a boy from a rival family, she knows that there is a lot on the line. Unfortunately for her, things don’t end well, causing Tommy to recall what it was like being in love with someone who stabs you in the back

Teddy Bear - Alfie & Little Girl from the Streets - Pt. 2

The reader gets lost wandering the streets, when she sees what she assumes is a bakery she sneaks in hoping to steal some scraps…. She gets caught by Alfie, initially terrified of his big size and loud voice she realizes he’s not so bad after all.

Allergies - Tommy Shelby X Reader Daughter

Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world

Nonsense - Reader & Little Charlie Shelby

No one can understand what’s bothering little Charlie - no one except the reader

American Girl - Shelby Family & Sister Reader

The reader finds out more about her distant family after her Grandparents pass.

Her Father's Daughter - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Follow up head cannons about how much Ruby adores her father.

Dresses - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

While the ladies of the Shelby family are on vacation you realize you still need to find a ballgown for the big dance. Thankfully your dad is available.

Not a Child Anymore - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Me, Adopted? - Thomas Shelby & Reader Son

Charlie & Ruby play a prank on their little brother and tell him he's adopted.

I don't want to grow up - Tommy's daughter finds herself in an uncomfortable position while all the women are out of town - father-daughter comfort fic

Bullet Train

Values - Tangerine X Reader - Series

Tangerine can't help himself and decides to mess around while on the job - resulting in a very pregnant reader trying to track him down.

Adopt a Fruit - Tangerine & Lemon & Small reader child

A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

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blazingstar29 · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders Headcanons - soft Tommy edition

Tommy cries before sex, during sex and after sex with varying levels of hiding it - idk why but it seems like something he would do

As a child, Tommy braided flowers through horses manes

Curly's one of the few who see Tommy give his full attention to such an innocent cause (horses)

Tommy has to work hard to hide his smile around his brothers, he has to keep up appearances after all, can't be seen smiling all the time

Tommy hates John going about with a toothpick between his teeth incase he chokes

#head cannon #tommy shelby headcanon #soft tommy shelby #peaky blinders headcanon #soft headcanons #no spoilers from me

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d3lta-200x · 1 year

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☆Plastic Love☆

Thomas Shelby x neutral reader

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

▲Angst, implide cheating▲

Small italic text are thoughts (example)

Purple text are characters taking 'example'

It was the happiest day of my life.

They walked down the streets of Birmingham alone and in the rain, there outfit drenched from the rain. Distant shouting of their spouse echoing along the walls but they kept walking. They were going straight to their childhood friends house.

The Shelby brothers house looks almost exactly the way it did 6 months ago.

They knocked on the door tears still streaming.

The door was open by Polly who brought you in quickly, 'are you ok [Name]?' Polly said. They took there coat off at the door, they looked at Polly and shaked there head. Polly took them through to the kitchen, the 2 of them sat down then Polly asked 'will you stay with us for tea atleast' the hesitated to respond and finally with 'well actually I was wondering if I could stay here for a cupple of days, I am having some problems with my spouse', Polly looked at the and then looked over there shoulder it was obvious there was someone behind them. 'I wasn't aware we were having a guest over Polly' it was Tommy standing in the doorway. They turned around to look at him.

His icy blue eyes were locked in on you

'Its good to see you [name]'

☆☆☆

A/N: I ran out of motivation, how should I continue the story? the idea of this came from a cupple of words my amazing friend gave me, its also the title of the story.

#mlm #gay #gender neutral s/o #nblm #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x male reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby x male reader

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victoria-daydreams · 2 years

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The Dressmaker

Part IV

AN: It’s here y’all, the final chapter! It’s been a short journey, but a journey nonetheless. Thank you to everyone who reblogged, liked, and commented on this story!

Word Count: 879

Trigger Warnings: none

Taglist: @siriuslyblackonback, @unhingedcanary, @mariamyousef702, @alastorhazbin

The Dressmaker: Part V

Bright hues of orange and yellow reflected against the irises of Selina’s eyes as a sudden gust of warm air hit her face, causing her eyes to water up from the stinging heat. The too warm smoky atmosphere surrounding her felt as if she was curled up in front of the fireplace. Hissing and popping floated into Selina’s ears as fire consumed freshly cut logs thrown into the flames. However, the crackling in her ears isn't the result of a fireplace being tended to, instead it was a fire consuming her dress shop right in front of her eyes. Her shop looked like the entrance to the netherworld.

Smoke billowed into the early morning sky while ash fell to the street like snow. The clatter of falling debris could be heard even over the cacophony of the fire, the yells of firemen, and hoses combined.

“It’s gone,” Naveen said, his voice quavering. “Everything you’ve built…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

Fresh black smoke roiled up from the burning structure, flames licking the sides of the bricks. The thickened smoke stung Selina’s, the sensation running all the way down into her throat.

“Buildings can be replaced,” Selina said, before a cough wracked her body. “People can’t be,” she added, after her coughing fit subsided.

Selina wanted to sink to her knees in anger and despair, her life’s work was being swallowed by an inferno blaze and there was nothing she could do about it. She broke his heart and he knew exactly how to get back at her for doing it.

“Do you think…he’s responsible?” Naveen asked, looking in her direction.

“Who else would it be?” she asked back, her eyes never leaving the shadowed outlines of firemen combating the fire. “Once, I told him that my shop was being bombed by bigots. And now, he actually petrol bombed my shop,” she explained, with a harsh exhale.

“I knew Changretta was going to die, but this certainly will seal his fate,” Naveen stated. “Not to mention the bruises he left you with,” he added.

Swallowing uncomfortably, Selina wrapped her scarf tighter around neck, hiding the purple discoloration mottling her skin. To say Tommy was livid at what Luca inflicted upon her would be an understatement.

“But how did Changretta know you were a Shelby?”

“Alfie,” she spat out venomously, her head snapping in his direction. “He told me himself when I called him. Goddamn bastard doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut,” she hissed.

Selina gently massaged her sore throat, “Alfie,” she said, her voice hoarse. “When Changretta and his men came to see you, was my name brought up at any point?” she asked, tightly gripping the telephone.

“Yeah,” Alfie answered in his usual gruff tone. “I told him it would cost extra to kill Tommy, because a coloured dressmaker I know would not take kindly of having her older brother assassinated,” he answered casually, causing her nostrils flared.

“Tommy explicitly told you not to say anything about me!”

“I was trying protect you Lina,”

“A piss poor job you did at that! Does your definition of protection mean having me nearly being choked to death or shot in the head?” she exclaimed.

“Maybe you should be asking Tommy that,” Alfie suggested, in an insufferably calm response. “Seeing how he is the one that put his youngest sister in such a position,” he added.

“Well, this is Alfie we’re talking about, he’s always been a strange fellow. From his point of view, he was protecting you,” Naveen said.

“I know that, and it annoys me to no end,” Selina replied, and the sound of a water cannon suddenly firing water made her jump.

Instinctively, Naveen wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. In silence, the two of them watched as water cascaded down onto her smouldering dress shop. It was then, a series of images reeled through her mind like she was watching a silent film. The ribbon cutting, hiring Julia and Naveen, her first customer, the phonograph loudly playing as her and Naveen waltzed around the shop, their laughter matching the volume of the music. All the wonderful memories her shop produced disintegrated within a snap of a finger.

“Selina,”

The sound of her name being called shook Selina from her reverie and she looked in Naveen’s direction.

“Where do we do go from here? What do we do now?” he asked.

She glanced at her shop, “London,” Selina answered, with a nod as a small grin growing on her lips. “It’s the pinnacle of the fashion world,” she explained, her eyes drifting back to Naveen’s. “I couldn’t think of a better place to start anew,” she said, interlacing her fingers with his. “You, me, and Julia, London won’t know what hit them,” she quipped.

“The dress shop, you,” Naveen began. “Have become apart of my life. I’ll follow you wherever you want me to,” he said gently, before kissing the top of her head. “If you’ll have me,” he added.

"Besides my family surviving what’s to come today, I can’t think of anything else that would please me more,”

Smiling, Naveen raised their interlocked hands to his lips, “To new beginnings,” he murmured, against her fingers.

“To new beginnings,”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #black!reader #luca changretta x reader #black!oc #black fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction #poc!reader #woc!reader

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