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[kamipyre]

ferre makes aesthetics ( 1 / ??? ): suki nakamura & raymond barlowe 

remember, before the sky turns RED, it becomes PINK.

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[redspaceace-writes]

Without You - (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Request: Pls, how about a little angst one, about Tommy having a breakdown at the readers funeral.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy. I ran across a song while I was shuffling my music, and I thought it really fit for this request. Also, I am so sorry this took so long. I rewrote this twice and just couldn’t figure out where I wanted to take this story.

Word Count: 1,141

Warnings: Angst, s a d, brief hate of gypsies and gangsters

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Forever: @starwarsprequelfangirl​

Tommy stood at the front of the pack of Shelbys, Grays, and Y/L/Ns, his back facing them. Tension accompanied the overwhelming gloom, crowding the air. Thomas was suffocating under its weight- as if choking on his tears wasn’t enough. He had no more words to offer as a condolence for the families.

“Now,” Polly started, taking hold of the situation. “I propose we head to Thomas’s lovely home and get shit-faced.” Surprisingly, no one objected.

A family rivalry took shape the second you locked eyes with Tommy. You “met” while on a stroll with your sister. He stuck out like a sore thumb on the London streets. He wore his usual attire: a black cap, a black overcoat, black trousers, and black shoes. The only color he adorned outside of his monochromatic outfit was within his irises. That day, blue became your favorite color.

You continued home with a smitten smile and thoughts of a stunning stranger. Your sister yapped the entire way, giggling about the man you ogled. When you both stepped into the house, the first words said were about you.

“Y/N/N met a man today,” your sister tattled. Immediately, your father tensed up, raising his head from the newspaper. He makes eye contact with you, a frown decorating his features.

“Oh? How lovely,” he sarcastically replied.

“Daddy, it was just some stranger standing on the pavement,” you defend. “He was on the other side of the road. I didn’t even speak to him.” Your father grumbles disapprovingly and goes back to reading the paper. You spin around to face your sister, scowling at her grin. She scampers toward her room. You roll your eyes and shake your head at her antics, unloading the groceries onto the kitchen counters.

Another trip to the market was the next time you happened upon the alien man. He was in the same spot at last time, but this encounter was different. Due to being distracted, you didn’t see the person headed toward you. The collision caused you to drop your held items, forcing you to listen to the venomous words from the angry woman. Apologies flew from your mouth in an attempt to calm her down. She ended up stalking off, grumbling to herself.

“Are you all right?” A deep voice asks, startling you. Your gaze meets the man you’ve seen twice.

“Yes, I’m okay. Wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,” you shyly admit.

“I saw,” he smirks. A blush creeps onto your cheeks at his confession. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answer, grasping his extended hand.

“Pretty name,” he replies, pulling you up. Smiling, you remove your hand from his and accept his open arm. The conversation consisted of more small talk as you led him back to you house. Unlike awkward first encounters, this one was comfortable. He made you laugh, and the sound was music to his ears. He was mysterious, and that piqued your interest. Arriving at your residence, you sighed heavily.

“This is me,” you state, grimacing at the sudden awkward air. Before Tommy could reply, the front door opened, revealing your father. You expected him to be livid – fuming and red. He maintained a calm façade, but underneath you knew he was steaming. He approached your nameless partner, staring the man down. Neither broke from the battle until you cleared your throat. Your father, not breaking eye contact, commanded you go inside. Afraid of the consequences if you disobeyed, you hurried through the door, shutting it behind you.

Before setting the newly bought belongings on the kitchen table, you set your ear upon the door. Hushed voices could be heard, and you knew that whatever was said couldn’t have been good. You rushed upstairs to your bedroom, avoiding being caught eavesdropping. Dusk had settled upon your return and, wanting to bypass the scolding from your dad, you dozed off early. Unfortunately, sleep did not come easy, your mind riddled with worry.

The next morning you came down for breakfast to find your father seated at the dinner table, newspaper in hand like normal. Your mother and sister were nowhere to be found. Retrieving your desired cuisine, you sit across from him. Upon taking your first bite, your father speaks, giving you his full attention.

“Y/N, I never want you to see that man again,” he says. “The Shelbys are nothing but bad news. I will not have my child associate with those gypsy gangsters. Am I understood?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear. He grunts his approval and you both return to your previous activities.

Needless to say, you met the Shelby male again. For you, the third time was yet again accidental. For Thomas, it was purposeful. You also learned his first name that time around. He persuaded you to go against your father’s wishes. You returned home with a name and a promise of meeting Tommy again. You continued to see each other up until he asked you to leave your family to be with him. You agreed and, without a care of your father disowning you, went to live with your most loved one. To your surprise, he proposed that night too. And the rest is history.

Now Tommy is alone in a sea of headstones, an empty stare fixed upon your grave. He’d once again lost a game with Death, His prize your life. That night, Thomas broke down harder than he had in years. He collapsed to his knees, hands gripping the top of your headstone. He suffocated on his tears, screaming a broken sob.

Unbeknownst to him, Polly watched from afar. She hadn’t gone with the families, feeling she needed to stay for Thomas. All the Shelbys loved you, and having you ripped away tore everyone to pieces. Wiping away her proof of sadness, she approached Tommy, crouching to his level. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, squeezing slightly. He didn’t move away like she thought he might. Instead he spoke.

“She’s gone, Pol,” Tommy choked out. “Why is everything I care about taken from me? Why did I choose this life? Why do I always lose?”

She doesn’t know how to answer his questions without making him feel worse, but she wonders the same things. They stay in that position well past nightfall, cold and soaked from a long-lasting drizzle that accompanied them. Tommy eventually slipped into unconsciousness, exhausted. Polly wakes him and she drives them to his home.

She guides his defeated form to a guest room, knowing he won’t sleep in the bed he shared with you. She seats him on the edge of the bed, laying him atop the covers. He was already half-asleep by that time and leaves with a farewell kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, Thomas,” she whispers, softly closing the door, engulfing the room in darkness.

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Posted: July 7th, 2020