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Forever a Shelby

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: Thomas and you get married.

Wordcount: 4.2k

Warnings:

protective! Thomas, cocky! Thomas if you squint, kissing, lap sitting,

Thomas Shelby stood at the altar, the weight of his suit jacket pressing down on his broad shoulders. The church was grand, decorated with white lilies and gold ribbons, a stark contrast to the gritty streets of Birmingham that he knew so well.

Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the stone floor. The pews were filled with both Shelbys and Changrettas, two families whose histories were steeped in blood and rivalry. Today, however, was meant to be a day of unity, a truce symbolized by the marriage of Thomas Shelby and the daughter of his fiercest enemy, Luca Changretta. Arthur stood beside him, a rare softness in his eyes as he glanced back at the congregation. He reached out, patting Thomas on the shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. "Nervous, Tommy?"

Thomas turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost be considered a smile. "No, Arthur," he replied, his voice low and steady. "Nervous ain't in my nature." His accent, thick and rich, rolled off his tongue, a constant reminder of his roots.

Polly Gray sat in the front row, her dark eyes fixed on her nephew. There was a mixture of pride and apprehension in her gaze, a silent prayer for the future. Beside her, Michael leaned back, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the gathering. Arthur's wife, Linda, looked on with a serene expression, her hand resting in her lap. John sat a few rows behind, bouncing his baby on his knee, his wife Esme smiling warmly at the scene. Ada, dressed in a striking blue dress, chatted animatedly with Finn, while Johnny Dogs and Isaiah exchanged hushed whispers, their eyes darting around the room. The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of anticipation and unease. Thomas felt it in his bones, the weight of expectations and the ghosts of the past pressing down on him. Marrying into the Changretta family was a strategic move, but it wasn’t a strategic move on his part, it was love. Yes, Thomas Shelby had fallen in love with a Changretta but the same could be said for her.

“Now, hush Arthur. She’ll be walking down that aisle any minute now,” Thomas murmured, his voice a low growl that carried an edge of authority. He straightened his posture, his gaze fixed on the ornate doors at the end of the aisle

Arthur looked at him again; “You sure you’re not nervous?” Thomas could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him, waiting for his reaction. He turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto Arthur’s for a moment before he replied.

“I said I’m not fucking nervous, Arthur,” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a thick Birmingham accent that carried an edge of impatience. To emphasize his point, he kicked Arthur in the back of his left knee, causing his brother to stumble briefly. Thomas chuckled, a rare, genuine sound that broke the tension momentarily. He could always count on Arthur to lighten the mood, even if unintentionally.

The sound of the organ began to fill the room, a deep, resonant melody that signaled the start of the ceremony. The guests fell silent, their attention shifting to the doors that were slowly opening. Thomas took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment that would seal their fate, for better or worse; who was he kidding? It was for better! As the doors opened fully, revealing her figure, Thomas felt a rush of emotions. She stood there, framed by the golden light that spilled in from the hallway, her silhouette ethereal and almost otherworldly. Her dress, a delicate creation of black lace and satin, hugged her form gracefully, the long train trailing behind her like a whisper. A veil covered her face, but even through the sheer fabric, Thomas could see the outline of her features, delicate and serene.

Her father, Luka Changretta, stood beside her, his expression a mask of pride and caution. The tension between the two men was palpable, a silent reminder of the bloody history that lay between their families. Thomas’s eyes never left her as she began her slow walk down the aisle. Each step she took seemed to echo in his mind, a steady rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. He could see the slight tremble in her hands, the way she clutched her bouquet of white roses a little too tightly. Despite the nerves, she moved with a grace and determination that he found both admirable and endearing.

Arthur leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper in Thomas’s ear. “She looks beautiful, Tommy.”

Thomas nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her. “Aye, she does,” he replied, his voice softer now, filled with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. In that moment, he felt a connection to her that went beyond their shared history, beyond the political and familial implications of their marriage. It was something deeper, a bond that he hoped would grow stronger with time. The sound of the organ began to fill the room, a deep, resonant melody that signaled the start of the ceremony. The guests fell silent, their attention shifting to the doors that were slowly opening. Thomas took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment that would seal their fate, for better or worse. But it was never worse, it saw always for better. As she reached the front of the aisle, Luka placed her hand in Thomas’s, a gesture heavy with significance. Their eyes met, while under the veil; a silent understanding passing between them, He lifted the delicate veil that covered her face, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. This was not just a marriage of convenience or strategy; it was a commitment to each other, to the future they would build together.

Jeremiah stood before them, the priest's presence both comforting and solemn. His voice, deep and resonant, filled the chapel, echoing off the ancient walls. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony Thomas Michael Shelby and _______ LaPaglia Changretta." His words carried the weight of history and expectation, binding not just two people, but two families with a fraught past.

Thomas's eyes flickered to the woman beside him. _______ LaPaglia Changretta. She was beautiful, her dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, her eyes a deep, enigmatic brown. Her dress was elegant, simple yet stunning, the black fabric contrasting sharply with her olive skin. She stood with a quiet grace, her expression serene, yet there was a fire in her eyes that spoke of strength and determination.

Jeremiah's voice cut through the silence. "Do you, Thomas Michael Shelby, take _______ LaPaglia Changretta to be your lawful wedded wife?" Thomas felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. Every decision, every move he made was calculated, and this was no different. "I do," he said, his voice steady, firm. It was a commitment not just to her, but to the path he had chosen, the alliances he was forging.

He turned to her. "Do you, _______ LaPaglia Changretta, solemnly swear to love, honor, and obey till death do you part?" Her response was immediate, her voice clear and unwavering. "I do." There was a finality in those words, a binding promise that echoed through the chapel, sealing their fates together.

Jeremiah's proclamation was met with a collective breath, as if the entire room had been holding it in anticipation. "I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hung in the air, a declaration that felt both momentous and surreal. Thomas turned to his new wife, his expression unreadable. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that sealed their union. It was a kiss that spoke of duty and obligation, but beneath it all, there was a spark, a glimmer of something more. As they turned to face their families, the applause was polite, restrained. This was no ordinary wedding, and the people gathered here understood the gravity of the situation. Arthur left the alter and walk to the pew to join his family. Their expression a mix of approval and caution. Polly Gray, ever the matriarch, watched with a keen eye, her sharp mind assessing every nuance, every subtle shift in the room.

The Changrettas were less expressive, their faces a mask of formality. Luca Changretta's presence was a dark cloud, a reminder of the delicate balance they were trying to achieve. His eyes bore into Thomas, a silent challenge that promised future confrontation. Thomas took her hand as they walked down the aisle, the weight of expectation heavy on his shoulders. Every step was a reminder of the path he had chosen, he wouldn’t ever regret it; the future he was forging. The guests rose as they passed, their eyes following the couple, whispers of speculation and curiosity filling the air. This was a union that would be talked about for years to come, a merging of two powerful families with a history of bloodshed and betrayal.

Outside the chapel, the sun shone brightly, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere within. The reception awaited, a lavish affair that promised to be both a celebration and a test of the new alliance. As they stepped into the sunlight, Thomas felt the warmth on his face, a brief respite from the shadows that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He glanced at her, her smile a beacon of hope in the uncertainty that lay ahead.

"Welcome to the family," Thomas said, his voice low, the Birmingham accent thick and unmistakable.

The kitchen was a stark contrast to the rest of Arrow House, filled with the smell of freshly baked bread and the earthy scent of the wood burning in the hearth. Thomas stood at the head of the room, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room, ensuring he had the attention of every man present. The weight of the day was palpable; this was his wedding day, a day that marked a significant turning point in his life and the Shelby family. His dark suit was meticulously tailored, each stitch a testament to his attention to detail, and his peaked cap sat jauntily on his head, casting a shadow over his face that made his intense expression even more formidable.

"Right, boys, you're all here," he began, his voice carrying the authoritative edge that had come to define him. The men around the kitchen, his brothers Arthur, John, and Finn, along with Michael and a few trusted others, like Charlie and Johnny Dogs turned their attention to him. Each face was a study in respect and a touch of fear, for they knew Thomas was not a man to be crossed, especially not today.

"Today, this is my fucking wedding day," Thomas continued, his tone brooking no argument. His words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken understanding that this day was sacred, not just for him, but for the entire Shelby clan. It was a rare occasion of vulnerability, where the hard-edged leader allowed a glimpse of the man beneath the armor.

John, ever the irreverent one, couldn't help but interject. "Yeah, and you said there'd be no bloody uniforms," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and humor. The tension in the room crackled for a moment, a testament to the volatile nature of their relationships. Thomas fixed John with a steely gaze, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Nevertheless... Nevertheless, John..." he began, his voice a low growl that seemed to reverberate off the walls. He took a step closer, his presence dominating the room. "Despite the bad blood, I'll have none of it on my carpet." His words were a command, not a request, and the message was clear: today was about unity, not division.

His gaze swept around the circle, making eye contact with each man, ensuring they understood the gravity of his words. "Now for my wife's sake, nothing will go wrong," he declared, his voice firm and unyielding. His love for his bride was a rare softness in his otherwise hardened demeanor, and he was determined to protect her from the chaos that often surrounded the Shelbys. Thomas pointed outside the kitchen, towards the bustling preparations for the wedding. "Those bastards out there are her family," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disdain. He had little patience for those who might threaten the harmony of his wedding day, and he would go to great lengths to ensure everything went smoothly.

His hand traveled around the circle, pointing at each man in turn as he spoke. "And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything..." His voice trailed off as he fixed his gaze on Arthur, the eldest and most unpredictable of the brothers. There was a pause, a moment where the weight of his words seemed to settle over the room like a heavy fog.

Isaiah, leaning casually against the counter, broke the uneasy silence. "Tom..?" Thomas's gaze snapped to Isaiah, a flicker of impatience crossing his features. "To... WHAT!?" he barked, his voice low but commanding.

He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "What about snow," he ventured, his tone cautious. John eyes narrowed, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "Yeah, their women are sports, I’ll say that.."

"No. No. No." Thomas cut him off sharply, striding towards Isaiah with purpose. He stopped inches from his face, his breath hot and laced with the smell of tobacco. "No cocaine," he said, jabbing a finger towards Isaiah's face for emphasis. "No cocaine."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as Thomas turned his attention to John, who stood to Isaiah's right. "No sport," Thomas said, waving his hand dismissively. "No telling fortunes."

He began to pace, the soles of his polished shoes tapping rhythmically against the tiled floor. Each step seemed to echo with unspoken threats, a reminder of the consequences of disobedience. He approached Arthur, his oldest and most volatile brother, stopping just short of him. "No racing," Thomas ordered, his voice a low growl. Arthur met his gaze with a slight nod, the fire in his eyes dimmed by his brother's authority. Breaking from the circle, Thomas crossed to Finn, the youngest of the Shelby brothers. Grabbing Finn's face with his left hand, he forced him to look into his eyes. "No fucking sucking petrol," he snarled, his grip tightening. He delivered a light slap to Finn's cheek, a reminder of the discipline he expected. "Out of their fucking cars."

Satisfied, Thomas released Finn and turned to Charlie, who had been lingering on the edge of the group. "And, you, Charlie," he said, his voice softer but no less intense. "Stop spinning yards about me, eh?" Charlie, taken aback, spoke up as Thomas turned his back. "I'm just trying to sell you to them, Tom," he defended.

Thomas took a deep drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face as he exhaled. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, a rare sign of the stress he carried. Returning to the center of the circle, he spun slowly, addressing them all. "But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers," he began, his voice rising with intensity. "Despite the provocation from her family, no fighting."

He turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Isaiah. The room seemed to hold its breath as Thomas slowly made his way toward him, the echo of his footsteps on the wooden floor punctuating the silence. As he reached Isaiah, Thomas lifted his chin with a firm but controlled hand, forcing Isaiah to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold, yet there was a flicker of something deeper—an unspoken understanding, perhaps. “Oi,” Thomas began, his voice a low growl that resonated with authority. He pointed a finger at Isaiah, his expression unwavering. “No fighting.”

With a swift, deliberate movement, Thomas shifted to his right, positioning himself in front of John. He didn’t waste a moment, his finger darting out to point at John with the same intensity. “No fucking fighting,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. John's smirk faltered under Thomas's glare, replaced by a nod of compliance.

Thomas moved again, this time to Arthur. Their eyes met, and an unspoken tension filled the air. Arthur, ever the wild card, was the one Thomas needed to keep in check the most. Pointing at his older brother, Thomas's voice was a commandment. “No fighting.” Arthur, his usual bravado momentarily subdued, nodded with a grunt, understanding the gravity of the order. Next, Thomas’s eyes fell on Michael, who was leaning against the wall with a nonchalant air. Without a word, Thomas pointed at him. Michael straightened up, his casual demeanor replaced by a look of acknowledgement. The silent exchange spoke volumes—Michael knew exactly what was expected of him.

Finally, Thomas turned towards Finn’s direction, his youngest brother, “No,” he said, his voice slicing through the tension. He then swung his gaze back to Arthur’s direction. “Fucking.” And finally, his eyes landed on Charlie's direction. “Fighting.”

The room fell silent once more, the weight of Thomas’s words hanging heavily in the air. Each man understood the simplicity of the command. In this room, defying Thomas Shelby was not an option. Thomas took a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light, and exhaled a plume of smoke. He walked towards his coat, which was draped over a chair between Michael and Arthur. “Good,” he muttered, his satisfaction evident in the single word. With his back turned slightly, Thomas didn’t see the butler approaching. The man, new to the household and unfamiliar with the Shelby way, hesitated for a moment too long. The collision was inevitable. The impact was sudden, and Thomas spun around, his face a mask of fury. “Get the fuck off me!” he snarled, shoving the butler to the ground. The bottle of wine the butler had been holding shattered on the floor, red liquid spreading like blood across the wood.

Arthur, ever the enforcer, hurled his glass at the butler, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room. The butler scrambled to his feet, fear written all over his face as he hurried out of the kitchen, leaving behind a mess of broken glass and spilled wine. Thomas exhaled one last plume of smoke before stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. He adjusted his coat, smoothing out the fabric as he straightened up. “Right,” he said, his voice breaking the silence. “Let’s get this done.” He turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, his family and comrades falling into step behind him. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway as they made their way towards the main event. Thomas’s mind was already racing ahead, planning, strategizing, ensuring that everything would go smoothly. But the words he had spoken in the kitchen lingered in the air, a solemn vow that no matter what happened, there would be no fighting. Not today.

As Thomas Shelby sat at the head of the table during his wedding dinner, the room was alive with the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation. He raised the crystal glass to his lips, savoring the last drops of whiskey that burned pleasantly down his throat. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, his eyes swept across the room, taking in the faces of his family and the guests. His gaze lingered for a moment on his wife her beauty striking even in the dim candlelight. She was radiant, her smile lighting up the room. But as his eyes drifted to her father, he noticed the man's steely gaze fixed upon him. Thomas arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"You look absolutely stunning today, luv," Thomas remarked, his voice low and tinged with admiration. "Hard to keep me eyes off of you." He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, a small, affectionate gesture amidst the formality of the occasion.

"I can say the same for you, Mr. Shelby," she replied, her smile radiant as she returned his gaze, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Thomas smiled, a rare, genuine expression that softened his features. His attention then shifted to her father, a man of stature and presence, seated a bit farther down to her. "Well, you're not the only one whose eyes are on me, eh?" he quipped, a hint of playful charm in his voice.

"Luv," he murmured, leaning towards his wife, "would you mind telling your father to stop staring me down, eh?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

His bride glanced nervously at her father, then back at Thomas. "Tommy, I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice tinged with apprehension, "but that's just how he is."

Thomas nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. "I see," he replied, his voice low and measured. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working quickly. He was used to dealing with difficult situations, but this was his wedding day, a day that should have been free of such tensions.

There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of doubt in Thomas's eyes as he considered the weight of his actions. But then, with a determined glint in his eye, he reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand. She looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and he knew that this was where he belonged. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, a silent declaration of his love and commitment. The room erupted into applause and cheers, the sound echoing off the walls as Thomas and Luka's families celebrated their union.

Hours had slipped by like fleeting ghosts since Thomas had exchanged vows, and now, in the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, he sat with his new wife perched gently on his lap. The flickering light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow, accentuating the soft features of her face and the delicate curves of her figure. He gazed at her, his eyes tracing every line, every contour, as if committing her beauty to memory.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Shelby," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp that betrayed a hint of awe. His hands, calloused yet gentle, cradled her waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on the fabric of her dress. The weight of her presence on his lap was a comfort, grounding him in the reality of this new chapter of his life.

"I like when you call me Mrs. Shelby," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. Her words were like a balm to his weary soul, a reminder of the new life they were beginning together.

Thomas wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He rested his chin on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her hair. It was a moment of peace amidst the chaos that always seemed to follow him.

"I like it too," he replied, his voice low and gravelly. "It suits you, Mrs. Shelby."

"You're fuckin' perfect for me... y'know that?" Thomas's voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with sincerity. His hand reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek. There was a gentleness in his touch, a rare vulnerability that he showed only to her.

Their lips met in a tender kiss, a silent affirmation of their love and commitment to each other. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a shared connection that transcended words. Her hands roamed freely, exploring his body with a familiarity that spoke of countless nights spent together. Thomas pulled her closer, his other hand wrapping around her waist, holding her as if afraid she might slip away. Their kiss deepened, a silent communication of their love and desire for each other. It was a dance they knew well, a rhythm that was uniquely theirs. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss even further. His hair, usually so meticulously styled, was now a tousled mess, a testament to the passion between them. She loved the way his hair felt between her fingers, the way it seemed to have a life of its own.

They broke the kiss, but remained intertwined, her head resting against his chest, his chin on her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the day's events slowly settling on their shoulders. The gravity of their new union was not lost on Thomas; he knew the responsibilities that came with it, the need to protect and provide for his new family. His mind drifted to the future, a future now entwined with hers. He thought of the challenges they would face, the dangers that lurked in the shadows of their world. But he also thought of the moments of joy, the simple pleasures they would share.

Author’s Notes:

Y’all, I fucking love this oneshot..it’s so cute I finally did my own rendition of the wedding scene..ahhhhhhhh I feel like I got it just right y’all..ahh it’s fucking cute!!!

Deadass I should have written smut but nah, I don’t feel like it

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Please can I have a Tommy x daughter fluffy fic where as her mums died she asks him to come with her to try on ballgowns with her and he doesn’t like a few for different reasons but he gets emotional when she finds the perfect one

Hey Anon,

Hope this does it justice - this request got me in the feels. Thanks for waiting. <3

Warnings: Teen drama, mentions of funerals and death - peaky related stuff

There were a lot of things you kept to yourself when it came to your father. Most of which Esme and Polly would wrangle out of you and give you advice for.

You were close with each other the same way you suspected other fathers and daughters were. He was there to comfort you in his own way (mostly just holding you tightly) when you needed him, he gave you books to read and would try to remember to ask you questions about how you enjoyed them.

He was away a lot for business but he always called you before bed to ask how your day was. Some moments when he’d drank to much you saw the pain in his eyes when he looked at you, a spitting image of your mother but with his eyes.

You adored him, and rarely ever asked him for difficult things knowing he was always stressed.

“Awe, you miss us, don't you? Next time we go you’ll be old enough to tag along. An extra week won't kill you darling.” Esme’s voice rang out over the phone and your stomach sank. You were in a proper situation now. You said your goodbyes but didn't tell her why her taking an extra week's vacation with Pol was a problem for you.

You lit a cigarette and slid down the kitchen wall. They would be home the day of the big charity ball, not the type of event you could get a dress for the morning of. They must have forgotten that they’d promised to take you when they got back. You didn't blame them, this was the one time they got away from kids and the business.

You could ask… Lizzie? She hung around the family, worked for your dad, and seemed nice enough to you when you came by the office. She’d probably be able to help you.

You needed a backup plan, Linda still hadn’t forgiven you for an outburst you’d had at dinner a few weeks ago, but maybe John would help you?

You thought about getting ready with Esme he’d always tell her what looked good. Well, mostly how he enjoyed the way it looked on her, but still Esme always looked very happy with his commentary.

You got up and flicked your cigarette out the window before going to ask for a ride to the office.

You showed up and Lizzie greeted you with a large smile.

“Here to see your dad are you?”

“Well, I was actually - I -” The words got caught in your throat, she was far too pretty. Thinking of her seeing your awkward body in dresses made you shrink away. “Have you seen Uncle John?” You said quickly.

“Should be in his office.” She gave you a look and you thanked her. You knocked on the door and his voice called out.

“Hey kiddo,” he said looking up from a mess of papers. “Your da’s got me right tangled in this stupid paperwork. Give him a kick in the shin when you see him next will ya.”

“Sure.” You laughed. “Guess you're pretty busy then?”

“Be lucky if we survive another week with the hens gone.” He sighed, there was no way he’d be out of this mess any time soon, but maybe he could just tell you what to wear.

“What erm- What types of things does Esme wear that you like?” He looked confused by the question.

“Trying to impress a lad then? Odd person to come to for advice on that.” He scratched the back of his head but before you could fix what you said he’d already carried on.

“Look if he doesn't like you as you are then there's no point in going after him. Gal’s seem to think we care about all the fuss when really - we’re going to see eve-”

“What are you doing, love?” Your father's voice called from the doorway. Happier than ever to see him you sprang up from your seat and moved to give him a hug. Jarred by what you figured John was implying you decided to just pluck up the courage to ask him to go.

“Get that shit done John, needs to be out by tomorrow morning,” John swore at him and you followed your father out of the room his arm steering you into his office.

“What did you need from John?” He asked moving behind his desk.

“Well, I didn't want to bother you.”

“Trust me, love if it's worth asking, it’s not worthy of Johns's advice.”

“Ah, well, I need a dress for the ball.” You stated, and he gave you a curious look. “Um, well it's my first time really going, for the dinner and dancing and everything.” You coughed awkwardly. For a moment you hoped that he would just understand where this was going and tell you he’d help you, but you looked at his face and knew he was lost as ever.

“SO” you said a little too loudly. “I erm - need to get a proper dress, Polly and Esme said they would take me but they won't be back in time.”

You brought your gaze from the wallpaper once more to still see him still looking confused.

“You can have any dress you want, just give me the receipt.” He shrugged.

‘No- I erm. I just- need someone to go with me.” You confessed sounding irritated. “I don't know what looks good - I’m not good at that type of stuff. John always tells Esme what he thinks about her dresses when we get ready so I figured he would be a good person to ask.”

“I’ll take you.” He said uncomfortably. “We can go after-” He looked down at his schedule. “Can it wait till after dinner?”

“Oh, yeah - thanks”

“No problem,” He said with a nod looking only slightly put off.

“I’ll head back to the house -”

“I’ll grab you at 7”

You gave him a nod and then left the office saying bye to Lizzie.

Dinner was nice, you rarely ever went out to eat. You rambled on about a book you were reading and your dad followed along. Eventually, you started to tuck into your meal and he sighed.

“So there's a boy then?” He asked looking pained.

“No?” You said startled with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“No?” Tommy repeated looking at you with the look he gave when he felt you were lying. As a kid, you thought he had superpowers and could see in your mind.

“No” You shook your head grabbing your glass of water.

“John mentioned -”

“He didn't understand what I was asking. Don't need to be interested in a boy just because I don't want to show up in front of all those people wearing something embarrassing.” You said defensively, face flushing.

Tommy let out a hum and finished the last of his drink. Your last comment seemed to put him off even more.

You finished up dinner and then headed to a fancy-looking shop. The sign on the door said closed but you followed behind your dad as he pushed the door open.

The lady barely took notice of you as she shook your dad's hand, ensuring she would take care of anything he needs. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as she touched his arm.

He turned to you “alright free rein of the place, go pick some out that you like. I’ll start on this side.”

You almost wanted to laugh as if it was a joke but your father moved passed the woman and started on the far wall. She looked over your body and began pointing out some to try on.

You thought about her suggestions and said you would try them to be polite. If you turned up looking like a frosted cupcake Esme would never let you hear the end of it.

You moved to the long dresses and found a nice dark red one. It was a shimmery fabric but it was dark enough that it wouldn't bring too much attention. You had a feeling that it was the right one, but with the lower neckline you felt it might be a fight to take it home. You decided it was worth it and asked the woman to take it to the dressing room for you.

You found another few that you liked well enough, all of them were black and made of various materials.

You met back up with your dad in the lounge and saw him sipping another glass of amber liquid, a cigarette in his hand. He met your gaze and held his hands up in mock surrender.

“Wasnt much help out in the field but it’s only because I have faith in your abilities.”

You gave him a smile, happy to see him in better spirits. You put the first one on and hated it immediately. It was much too tight and it would be impossible to dance in.

“Not very practical.” You waddled out and you watched him point back to the dressing room sternly. “Alrighty then,” you murmured feeling embarrassed.

You tried the cupcake one on next and fought to work up the courage to walk out in it. You struggled to get it through the doorway and your father actually laughed.

A proper healthy loud laugh that was contagious.

“I feel like Esme would take the piss for ages if I wore this.” You looked yourself over in the mirror.

“Not just Esme. Didn’t think it would be possible to make you look anything less than gorgeous. In that line of thinking it might not be so bad after all. Don’t want this mystery boy enjoying himself too much.”

“Dad!” You snapped before fighting back into the dressing room. “There is no boy.”

“If you say so.”

You wore one of the black ones next. You walked out feeling comfortable, you thought the black would go with any jewelry and looked classy.

You looked at your dad and his face twisted slightly.

“No black.” His tone of voice took you off guard.

“Why not? You’ll be wearing black?” you asked trying not to get worked up.

“No black.” He said firmly and you knew better than to challenge him when he sounded like that.

You went back into the room.

“Ah - that leaves one left.”

“Give it a go,” he called back.

You pulled on the red one and loved it instantly. It was grown up, hugging you in all the right spots without showing too much skin. The color made your blue eyes seem electric.

You liked it so much you didn't want to show it. What if he hated it as much as the black dress? Or thought it was stupid like the pink one.

You took a deep breath and called out. “Don’t be mean.” Then stepped out.

You looked at the mirror avoiding your father. It looked even better in the lighting. Eventually, the silence was too much.

You watched him take the dress in and thought you saw tears in his eyes. You wanted to run back and hide. Why was he being so weird? Even if there was a boy, it’s not uncommon at this age. Heck, most of Esme’s sisters were married by 16.

“That’s the one eh?” He finally said looking at you.

“Yeah. Think I look grown up, but not to - erm- showy”

“Grown up, is one way to put it.” He finished his drink and smiled at you. “I think you look lovely. Your mother has a necklace that will match with the color” He said softly. “-if you want to wear it.” He added hurriedly. For a long time, he thought her things might have been cursed, until one day he came home from a very long trip and said it was him that was cursed. You shivered remembering that night. You always avoided touching her things, her room untouched but not forgotten.

“I would really like that.” You said feeling emotional, you realized that the panic was about wanting to look nice, but some of it was anger that your mother was not there to help you. “Did she wear this color then?”

“Always red.” He nodded.

“Ah - well, I can see why.” You looked back in the mirror.

“Look - I know this sort of thing would have been more fun with Pol or Esme- and you probably miss your mum a lot these days. Lots of changes and whatnot.” He waved his hand uncomfortably. “But - well, I enjoyed this. I don’t mind being around for this stuff. I wouldn't have liked you more as a boy or anything like that” He cleared his throat.

Tears started to spill over something you hadn't even realized you were worried about.

“I love you.” You said. Felt strange standing on a platform saying it down to him as a saleswoman was probably judging them from the shadows somewhere.

“Love you too.”

On the ride home you both made jokes about different things, Arthur and John weren't very good at taking over for Pol and Esme and you enjoyed your dad’s commentary about trying to keep the place running.

When things quieted down you finally felt that you needed to end this boy nonsense.

“Dad?” You asked wondering how he kept the car straight while fumbling with getting a cigarette out and lighting it.

“Yeah?”

“There really isn't a boy, if there was John is the last person I would ask. One time he picked me up from school, years ago, and a boy, Tim Weatherby, had waved to me. He ran his car into the back of his parent's car three times before driving off.”

You watched your father let out another laugh. “Always classy.”

“I’d tell you first obviously. Esme would get too excited, and Pol would worry.”

“And what would I do then Eh?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Probably meet him and scare his pants off.” You answered honestly.

“That’s a good thing then?”

“Obviously. If he comes back it's because he really likes me.”

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EXTRA - Tommy's POV

Watching her walk out in a black dress made the fleeting moments of humor leave him. He sort of saw her in the gown but his mind flashed back to that scared little girl all dressed in black.

“No black.” He said slightly out of control of the feelings biting into him.

“Why not? You’ll be wearing black?” He could see that you wanted to argue but he couldn't stand to see you in that dress any longer.

“No black.” He said firmly and you looked a bit deflated before retreating back to the dressing room. His mind pulled him back to that day. You attached firmly to his side, dressed in all black. The way you tried so hard to behave, tucking your face into his neck to cry as they lit the vardo on fire. How you even tried to hit Polly when she tried to take you from him. How you would panic if he was out of your sight for more than a few minutes.

No black. He ran his fingers through his hair.

The next dress hurt nearly as bad. Tears he had not cried in years welled up in his eyes as he looked at you taking in your body in the mirror.

So much like your mother, the style of the dress, the color. You were going to be an adult in a blink of an eye. Only small traces of that little girl left in your features. Now there would be boys and time left with it being just the two of you would start to slip away.

He thought the dress was much too showy, you didn't understand that yet though. Considering you would be standing next to him the whole night he figured it would be alright. You could pair it with your mother's jewelry and he could get Pol to convince you to wear it with a shall or something.

Eventually, your eyes looked at him for approval and he felt guilty for snapping at you. There was a very evident look of self-consciousness on your features. He wished it came more naturally to him.

“That’s the one, eh?” He said and enjoyed the way your eyes lit up. He may not be the best dad, but he would try hard to spend the last time he had with you. Find things to do with you, before you became busy with the rest of the world.

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Hi! Ok so I don't know if I late to your Adele Song Tribute (if I am that's totally alright!) but if you still have space what about something for Tommy or Jonathan with the song Skyfall? Maybe something about reader standing by her man/comforting him when everything seems to be falling part? I think it's one of my favourite songs of hers and not just because I love the James Bond movie of the same name😂 you totally don't have to to though if you don't want too❤️❤️

Hey Addie! Don’t worry you’re never late 🤗 thank you so much for sending in this request! It’s the first one of the ones I got that I started worked with because I particularly LOVE that song and watching the performance to get inspiration is something I really enjoy! ♥️ so I hope you like this 🥰

The lyrics for the song are in italics. As I was debating whether what background story to choose from to develop this story, I had like a moment flashing before my eyes… I definitely enjoyed writing a dark Tommy story for “The way to a man’s heart” but the thought kept coming back to me, how about the opposite? How about someone who actually loves him and wants to help him and his family? So I turned everything upside down and came up with this.

Adele song: Skyfall

Skyfall

Tommy Shelby x reader (smut)

This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Silence.

That’s all that filled the halls.

For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen

Y/N took a deep and shaky breath to build some courage and walked towards the love of her life.

Tommy had been staring at the road the police cars took after arresting Polly, Arthur, John and Michael, but they were long gone.

She’d never forget the look in their faces as they were processing what was happening; everything was caos, the people she considered her chosen family yelling, cursing Tommy, trying to find a way out. She felt useless.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

Esme and Linda were looking at Tommy with such anger, that it made her heart ache for him. Jaws clenched, pointing fingers at him as they were escorted out of the house.

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

Softly she touched his shoulder to let him know she was close.

“Tom.” She could hardly even her own voice. “Come.”

It took a huge strength from her to snap Tommy out of his trance.

“Frances can you please prepare me a tea for Mr. Shelby? Lavender or Valerian Root… double.”

“Right away Madame.” The maid nodded and rushed towards the kitchen.

“I need to be alone.” Tommy mumbled as he stood in front of the staircase.

“No.” She stated firmly. “I’m -” her voice broke down a bit, “I’m right here for you Tom.”

“Y/N please,” he replied in that warning tone he used when he was about to loose his patience, “I’m not a very good company at the moment.”

Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

She could see the pain in his eyes, and it was the hardest thing to endure.

Tommy had stepped up for his family since a very young age, he worked really hard for everyone, put everything single member of the family before him or his needs… it was time to make him a priority.

She couldn’t look another way and pretend he was alright.

Because he wasn’t, but he didn’t know how to ask for help either.

With all the love she held in her heart for this man she kneeled before him, Tommy didn’t lift his head as it was hanging close to his knees, he looked defeated.

“You got this, Tom, love,” gently but with a firm hand, Y/N lifted his chin to make him look at her, “this seems like a very dark time and that everything’s going the wrong way, but you always find a way to make it better, you always find a way out.”

“They hate me, Y/N as if they needed one more reason… there was nothing I could do to stop them from going to fucking jail.”

“I know darling.”

“All of this…” he extended his arms while looking around the room, “money, power, and for what? They’re in a fucking prison cell, the size of a shoebox. Someone else paid the judges and police more than I did.”

Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

“That’s where you’re wrong, my darling… you can use it to get your position back, if they got your family in prison and they want to play dirty? But you can play smarter than your enemies, I know you will get your family out of jail soon.”

That seemed to work on him, his features were softer, his shoulders weren’t so tense.

“What would I do without you? Ey?” His thumb outlined her cheek.

“Drive Frances crazy?” Y/N joked earning a small chuckle from Tommy that felt like the sweetest thing ever. “Now, I know it’s almost impossible, but have some rest, it will help you think better in the morning.”

“Will it work if I say no?” Tommy tried, knowing the answer before he even opened his mouth.

“Absolutely not.” She slapped his arm lightly before extending her arms towards him to ask for help to get up.

Getting rid of his suit jacket she placed it carefully on the chair, then Tommy let her unbutton his vest and shirt, but first she needed to get rid of the holster and gun.

His mind was going down in a spiral with worry, fears, the monsters inside his head, the tunnel closing up while he tried to reach the stairs to get out… but there right next to him was a woman who trusted him, who believed in him, who was trying to be the light in his darkness.

The only one he could trust to disarm him, both physically and emotionally.

Before he knew it, she tucked him in bed now only wearing his shorts, then she took a cigarette and the matches and lighted it for him, knowing so well he needed a smoke.

“I won’t take long, don’t go anywhere.” She requested right before pressing her full lips to his.

There was only one way to make that mind of him go numb.

He needed to think straight to choose his next move, but he wouldn’t be able to do so when he was in that altered state.

So she removed her skirt and blouse, applied some perfume and subtle lipstick and walked out of the bathroom wearing only her intimate pieces of clothing, a silky short in pale pink with a touch of black lace and matching bra.

As she slowly and tentatively walked towards the empty side of the bed, Tommy was under some kind of spell, his eyes devouring her body.

He was in the same position she left him; the sheets around his waist, bare chest and leaning against the headboard.

Still looking vulnerable after the horrible events of the day, but in his eyes she found a small flame starting to grow with each step she took. As it grew Tommy licked his lips in preparation of what was coming, he was aware of the power Y/N held over him once the bedroom door was closed.

His mind was already in blank as she straddled him, her fingers running up and down his chest. Tommy’s hands immediately circled her waist as he looked up with adoration in his eyes.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Tommy asked in a whisper, his body reacting as she rocked her hips slightly, tempting him, barely brushing against his member.

“Taking off my clothes.” Y/N replied in an innocent voice as if it wasn’t obvious.

Tommy groaned in pleasure as her upper body wasn’t covered anymore. He only dared to close his eyes a moment as she took off his glasses very carefully and placed it on his nightstand. He hissed as she took again her previous spot on him, leaning down to finally give him a proper and deep kiss.

As his mouth explored her neck and collarbone, his hands removed her underwear. A moment later, she was helping him out of his shorts. The atmosphere getting heated rapidly… it wasn’t long before Y/N was rocking her hips back and forth, teasing Tommy, just allowing the tip of his cock inside of her body, as Y/N moved an inch down only to move up again almost all the way out. He protested and tried to move her body down again, he needed her warm walls envelope him.

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

“Fuck… Y/N.” He moaned and to her it was the most beautiful sound.

But she wasn’t going to give in, just as Tommy tried to grind her against his hard member, she moved up again. The burning feeling between her legs only adding more pleasure.

“Not yet dear.” She enjoyed the half empty feeling of just having his tip inside and decided to change her pace and angle by making circles with her hips.

Tommy was weak when it came to her, there was no use in trying to deny it, but when it involved her naked, he would do anything she wanted him to.

“Please… I can’t hold it.” She noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, how tense his jaw was, his beautiful blue eyes closed and felt the rhythm of his heart against her palm.

That’s when she finally in a fluid moment took all of him, his eyes snapped open and a low fuck escaped his lips as he could only focus on the fluttering feeling around him. Y/N controlled her movements to prolong her own pleasure. Throwing her head back she gave in the feeling of being connected so intimately to Tommy, hitting the sweet spot inside of her over and over and suddenly watching him with his mouth hanging open, the veins on his neck pulsing, groaning and trying to not come undone before her it was too much.

“Don’t hold back.” Y/N encouraged him as she guided one of his hands to her center, where she needed him, his skilled fingers set her on fire in mere seconds and they both reached the climax together.

***

By the end of the night, Tommy was exhausted, Y/N noticed when the rhythm of his breathing changed and he stopped clearing his sore throat after too many cigarettes. She didn’t dare to move to make sure from her current position; head resting on his chest, his arm around her waist. But at least she achieved her main goal… make him feel tired enough to get some sleep.

She knew he would deal with everything in the morning with a clear head, but for now she only wanted to enjoy the feeling of his lean body relaxed, his deep breaths helping her to relax as well.

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand

The following morning when Y/N opened her eyes, she noticed Tommy wasn’t in bed with her but she could hear him moving around the bathroom so picking his undershirt from the floor, she tiptoed towards him finding Tommy tucking his shirt inside his pants.

“Morning Mr. Shelby, slept well?”

“Like a baby, you wore me out.” There was a hint of a smile, before returning to his usual serious expression.

“I’m coming with you to the office.” Y/N announced, but before Tommy could protest, she added; “think you probably need some extra hands these days.”

Tommy swallowed watching her strip down to enter the shower. “Thank you.”

She’d choose to tease him for accepting help so easily, but given the circumstances she decided to pass on and hurry up, without his family around the work and papers would pile up.

“Can you take over Polly’s calendar?” Tommy asked as they rushed towards the door.

“Sure.”

“Ada will help us as well, I need to go out during lunch though, I asked Michael to do something but…” he trailed off and let the words hanging in the air.

As the car left Arrow House, Y/N squeezed his hand in an attempt to give Tommy some reassurance. On their way to the Shelby headquarters, Y/N helped him sign a couple of documents and a letter, as the ride went in silence, she knew he was already making a plan so she decided to give him time and space to do what he did best.

As soon as Tommy crossed the door Lizzie and other secretaries and employees were trying to figure out what would happen now, uncertainty decorating their features. Everyone following his instructions, not asking questions, they were just obeying his orders, he was back to being the boss once more, not showing an ounce of emotion, of course he wouldn’t show the vulnerable side Y/N saw the previous night.

Y/N marched to the kitchen in silence to prepare him some tea.

“This is a mess, how did you handled him last night?” Ada asked leaning against the table.

“As best as he let me.” Y/N sighed. “I think he’ll need something stronger, but Polly keeps the booze locked and I don’t know where her keys are.”

“I need to go through Arthur’s papers later, if I find something, I’ll give it to you.” Ada proposed in a low tone, still shocked.

“I’m planing to pay Polly a visit, she might need a change of clothes and other things, would you come with me?”

“The safe combination wont work, Y/N I need you to open it.” Tommy appeared out of breath, he looked like he had been moving furniture around and it was only past eight o’clock.

“Alright I’ll take that as my cue to go.” Ada left them with her own cup of tea, she had a long day ahead and knew when to stay away from her brother.

Pouring the two cups, Y/N gave Tommy his to try to keep him busy as he was looking over her shoulder, as if with that she would be able to open the safe faster.

“What’s so urgent?” She didn’t understand, Tommy had already paid for protection for his family while they were in jail. That was something.

But the combination she was using didn’t work either and Tommy was growing impatient.

“Hang on, Pol told me something about a picture.” Y/N clicked her fingers and started opening the back of a frame that was sitting on Polly’s desk, hidden behind a photo of Michael, there was a paper with the new combination.

“Why the hell did she choose to hide combination there?” Tommy complained, shaking his head.

“Because no one would think of opening a photo frame?” Y/N chuckled and left him to start organizing the things she would be helping around with.

First she started to make a list of the things that were needed at the office, then she got busy with the car spares of the upcoming shipments which kept her busy most of the morning.

The following weeks happened exactly like that, super busy days by keeping the books in order, registering the accountability made her feel exhausted by the end of the day and her feet were sore when she got involved in dispatching the Scotch whiskey. She could barely realize when it was lunch time and before she knew it, it was already nine o’clock and Tommy took some papers to keep working from home.

Rubbing his eyes, he locked the door to his office and walked through the empty property, all employees were gone home for the day, except for one; the most loyal one, the one who stepped in and didn’t ask what she needed to do, she got completely hands on immediately and didn’t stop until he was ready to go. Y/N had been developing incredible leadership skills, she made everything go right on time, she made sure meetings were efficient and all employees had clear instructions.

Tommy looked around for her since all he could find was silence,so it was a surprise to find her sitting on the floor inside the safe, somehow she also managed to make the count and organize the mess they had inside. After feeling on the edge for days, watching her skirt wrinkled, a lock of hair bothering her vision and making her blow some air in a lousy attempt to move it back made his day go a million times better.

She wasn’t a Shelby yet, - he should change that soon- but somehow she had managed to earn that last name by her endless support and all the hard work she was doing.

“You’re making me start thinking I should have everyone else fired and hire you full time, what the hell are you doing Y/N?” Tommy asked with his arms folded against his chest, the hint of a smile dancing in his lips. He couldn’t hide the amusement in his features.

Face it all together

At Skyfall

“Why do you have a King’s letter here?” Y/N raised her hand with a wrinkled paper, that caught Tommy’s attention right away.

“Where did you find it?” His eyes scanned the words at speed.

“After finishing the count, I started organizing the licenses and papers, this briefcase was at the back.” She explained showing him the other papers. “What’s the matter?”

Then, in a surprising motion, Tommy took her face between his hands and gave her a loud and effusive kiss on the lips.

“This is better than the fucking lottery!”

He announced storming out of the safe, Y/N rushed to close it before following his steps confused.

“You’re a fucking genius.”

“I’m not following.” She frowned while Tommy poured two glasses, this was the first time she saw him smile for weeks, his eyes finally showing life.

“I found that briefcase by accident some time ago, it involves the King in some shit ,” his eyes were shining like the stars outside, “this is my ticket to get my family out and all thanks to you.”

Tommy pulled her by the hips to make her sit on his lap.

“What are you waiting for then? Go on!” She encouraged him, but Tommy had other plans.

“If it wasn’t for you during this difficult time, I wouldn’t be able to do this, you know that right?” His hand came to caress her cheek while she took a moment to savor his sweet words. “This is far from the ideal proposal and I don’t even have a ring right now, but I need you to know that I want you by my side forever.”

“Oh Tommy!” Her eyes got teary, she was so tired and worried for him, thinking he would explode at any moment so this was totally unexpected.

And for the first time in days, they both felt like they did a good job by keeping the business afloat and finally the way to get the family free. After hugging tightly and another round of kisses, Y/N pulled back.

“First things first, we’re going to write a letter to get your family out of jail,” Y/N stated excitedly, “we should do a tea party and invite Mr. Churchill and other VIP guests.”

Tommy chuckled.

“And let me pick up Aunt Pol, she is still angry with you.”

“Fair enough.” He answered leaning back on his chair as Y/N was writing the letter.

After asking a blinder to deliver it personally, Y/N walked back into Tommy’s office finding him with his eyes closed and two fingers massaging his temples.

“Everything will be alright.” She hugged him from behind, taking in how worried he really was, but he had been disguising as strong and tough and intimidating all the time.

“I know,” when Tommy looked into her eyes, she found sadness. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Tommy… I knew you’d find a wait to get them out.”

“This shouldn’t be happening. Not to them.”

“Let’s focus on the future now, hmm?” Y/N kissed his cheek.

That was all he could think of now. And all of the things they’d do together.

He was so grateful for the way she managed everything, kept him grounded and focused, encouraged him to keep going, to not give up, she stood up for him when he needed it the most.

And there was nothing on earth good enough to show her how grateful he really was.

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saintmuses · 9 months

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❝𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤❞

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Thomas Shelby x “Dead” Wife!Reader

Summary:

Thomas’ wife died in his arms that fateful night, so how was she standing in front of him years later? Too much time and space led them to having a conversation that was long overdue.

Warning(s): Both POVs. Angst. Jealousy. Emotional infidelity. Mutual pining. Fluff. Undefined ending (ambiguous?). Minors, dni! Note: I was listening to Dolly Parton’s I Will Always Love You when I wrote this!

Word Count: 2.9k

October 1931

“Thomas.” A whisper.

His crystal blue eyes stared blankly at the woman in front of him. She looked…different as if she was living within time and not the other way around. Not as a ghost.

The last time he had seen her was seven years ago. One moment she was looking at him with soft twinkles in her depths, with a smile that felt like warm spring and the next her eyes were empty, lifeless with blood smeared across her chest as she died in his arms. Or so he had thought. She was dead, right? The doctor who was tending to her that night had informed him that she lost too much blood which was the reason why she did not make it. Even went far as to tell him the time of death.

She may have been declared dead in the hospital, but she had died in his arms.

He inhaled slowly, as he sought for her scent as he looked at her tentatively. Not believing she was standing in front of him all this time.

“Y/N?”

A few hours later she was standing by the bookshelves at the Arrow House as her sharp eyes took in the scene before her. The Shelby family were scattered across the room of Thomas’ office. They were all clamoring to each other, arguing in hushed voices as they try to figure out how to place her in a society that lived on. Seven years was a long time and much had changed in terms of trying to integrate within society.

The only people missing were John and Esme including their children. John Shelby had been dead for a few years now, and his wife had left with children because why else would she want to stay with a family who brought nothing but death due ambition they had not yet found the limit to, and enemies that was made in the process of climbing their way to the top of the world?

She also made a mental note of new additions that weren’t in the room with them. Arthur and Linda’s child, along with Thomas’ daughter and wife, Lizzie. Imagine her surprise before she was released from the hellhole she had been suffering in she was told stories upon stories about the Shelby family that was once hers.

She was unfazed by the sight in front of her, but it still did not take away the searing pain that rushed through her when she saw the family lived those seven years that she couldn’t.

She decided to end the argument with a simple statement. “I would just say I’m her twin,” she said wryly. They all stared at her with apprehension in their eyes as if this plan was going to fail before it ever got the chance to begin.

January 1932

A brimming fire that was lit every night in his office, and a glass of Irish whiskey didn't prevent the loneliness that he was very familiar with for years now especially after when he thought Y/N died. It had only worsened when she left despite not being that far away from him.

When he was in London to deal with the parliamentary hearings back in December, he found out she had found herself a shelter at Ada’s house. He would not call it a home for her because her home was here at the Arrow House. Not anywhere else.

He had fell into an indescribable rage when he came home to find her and her belongings -she had chosen for herself after settling back into society- gone without any trace. The staff had to clean the pile of broken crystal tumblers by the fireplace the next day.

He was forced to let her go when she was dead, and now he couldn’t have her back when she was alive.

When she was living at the Arrow House, they would just walked past each other in hallways with stilted conversations that ended after three sentences. It hurt him to look at her and not being able to kiss her with everything he had and hold her in his arms. He wanted to do that despite being married to someone else. If he was a better man, he would’ve done the right thing and divorce Lizzie to end her and his suffering, but he knew Y/N wouldn’t want him to do that just because she was a ghost that came back to the land of living, figuratively and he has his children to think about despite wanting to be selfish. If he was a better man, he would’ve not done things like he had in the last seven years. He would’ve done better.

Polly came by earlier and accidentally dropped a hint with an undefined twinkle in her eyes that Y/N was enjoying a night out at the Garrison. The implications were there, he was sure of it.

The logical thing to do was to let her be, she could rebuild her life at the shelter she decided to run away to hide in and find herself a gentleman who could make her happy again after these years that was taken from her. Unfortunately for someone like Thomas Shelby, he would never let logic dictate him when he was filled with fire ashes and brimstone.

If he was a better man, he would’ve done the right thing and let her go.

It was lively inside of the building once he entered the pub. It was a world difference inside than it was outside with the street resembling the dead quiet of a night.

His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, eyes twitching at the sounds of laughter scattered across the room, and his jaw clenched slightly when his eyes found the target.

She was sitting in the booth at the corner of the pub, laughing at the unknown man’s jokes. He was fairly certain that the jokes the stranger was telling weren’t funny at all.

Or perhaps he wasn’t a funny man because he rarely found anything funny anymore. Thomas thought to himself.

“Everyone, get out now!” His shout in the shape of a command pierced through the lively crowd, cutting the atmosphere into cold and deadly quiet except for the gramophone that was spouting out some sort of music.

She turned her head toward the right to see Thomas giving the man she was on a date with a cold set of icy eyes as they walked past each other. She internally sighed, knowing he was a time ticking bomb waiting to be triggered.

She played with the glass in her hand as he removed his overcoat, placing it on padding of the booth.

“Why are you here, Thomas?” She asked, with tiredness in her eyes as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

Obviously, he was not going to answer her question with the way he was giving her a silent treatment despite the fact he was looking at her with indescribable look on his handsome face albeit haunted by the past. Her.

She stared at him momentarily before scoffing. “You’re wasting your time coming all the way out here. Go back to your office, and drink whatever the fuck you drink nowadays and smoke until there’s nothing left to smoke since that’s all you’re good at. The way I live my life now is not your problem anymore.”

His stoic stance weakened after she spat out the words at him. “You think you’re not…” he trailed off, before narrowing his gaze at her. “You think you’re not my problem anymore?” Sounding nearly incredulous at her flippant attitude.

“Aren’t you? Seven years had been gone and this is what you do now as if I’m not your problem.”

“‘Course you’re my fucking problem. I’m fucking hurting inside,” he snapped, icy eyes blazing with frustration. “That’s why I’m always holed up in the office because I don’t know how to deal with someone who was supposed to be dead, supposed to be a ghost in the paintings. I’m dealing with it by drinking whatever the fuck I’m drinking nowadays, and smoking ‘til there’s nothing left to smoke.” He used her words in a slight twisted way, almost mockingly. “Let get this one thing straight, you are my fucking problem, but you always will be because we both know the truth.” He wanted to say you’re my problem because I still fucking love you as if those years hadn’t passed, and you know that too. However, he didn’t. “I sit in there all the time with fire as my companion, especially now when you’re avoiding the house and you’re avoiding me as well.” He growled at her, but his tone twinged with anguish at the truth despite the fact he couldn’t handle her being around, he wanted her to stay. If he was a good man, he wouldn’t want to make her his problem ever so willingly.

The brown liquid sloshed on the sides heavily before it spilled over the glass as she slammed it down on top of the table in front of her. “It’s hard for me to be in that house with everything that I…” don’t even have anymore, she thought to herself. “Bless Lizzie. She is Charlie’s mum despite the fact I was the one who gave birth to him because she is the one he knows…but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less because he can’t even look at me.” She chuckled as bitterness rolled through her veins. Her eyes landed on the patterns of the wood in the table because she refused to look at Thomas as she continued. “And I have to watch you be someone else’s husband, and it hurts because you’re not mine. Not anymore.” She shook her head, biting down her bottom lip. “You may have married to her on a piece of paper, but you aren’t even remotely loyal to her because you whored yourself around to the point where I’m fucking surprised you didn’t even get a case of goddamn syphilis, and I know you stopped doing that the moment you found out I was alive.”

“You have any idea how much it hurts to know all this shit you’ve been doing for years? You were self-destructing then, and you are still doing it now!” She snapped; her eyes landed on Thomas’ unrelenting gaze which made her a bit nervous because it meant he was on autopilot. Inner turmoil rolling through him, of that she was sure of. “You also refused to remove the portraits after I was gone, and now they just remind me of memories that don’t belong in this time, the things I don’t have anymore.” She exhaled before lifting the glass to her lips, tilting the crystal object to feel the burn of the liquid that spilled into her mouth before placing the glass back on the surface.

“I may be alive, but I did die in your arms that night, and seven years went by because I never had a choice. I haven’t lived my life either in those years I was gone. Life goes on, and I know that. You’re living your life and I have to start mine in a different time and different place.” Resentment rolled through her veins as anger crashed in waves inside of her mind as she thought back to the moment when she found out she had been a ghost for almost a decade. She couldn’t count the days that had been gone where she was holed up at.

“I have to move on, Thomas. You can’t be angry at me for that,” she whispered, swallowing thickly as she hated those words that came out of her mouth.

Fuck. He seethed internally, inhaling sharply to remind himself to settle down. He understood why she had to move on, although he wished she wasn’t trying to. Despite the fact he was married to Lizzie, he could barely move on these days when he thought Y/N died in his arms. However, it became much more harder nowadays because she was sitting in front of him, and she was not a ghost anymore who haunted him from his past. Instead, she was a living breathing person who was trying to move on because she felt she had to. Fuck.

And here they were. Suffering because she was alive in front of him and he had a life without her, the one he had because life went on, it never stopped.

He was married to Lizzie for his daughter’s sake, due to his position in Parliament. If he hadn’t gotten her impregnated then…or if he had noticed something was different that night when Y/N fell into his arms…“I’m not angry at you, I’m angry at myself.”

“Why?” She was perplexed despite knowing him well enough that his anger was rarely directed at her.

“If I had known there was something amiss…”

She interrupted him softly, “how would you? You thought I died in your arms. There was nothing to be amiss. It was the end.” She pointed out nearly casually as if she was quoting the Bible.

He slammed his fist onto the table, the crystal tumblers that was on the furniture rattled violently in response to the force of his hand. “It shouldn’t have to be!” He roared as his eyes darkened. His brummie accent thundering in the emptiness of the pub. “I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. We both didn’t. That bastard took you away from me, from Charlie…took time from us. He took everything from us. From me!” He was nearly frothing at the mouth with spittle flying everywhere due to how angry he was.

So close.

“Thomas,” she paused after observing his facial expression abridged in anger and anguish. “We have…time.” It was a statement she thought she would never get to say. “Obviously we have a lot to talk about. Even the things we don’t want to, but we have to.” She murmured, reaching to trace her finger onto the rim of her glass. “For now, we just pretend that the world is not all fucked up. The moment the time strikes eleven in the morning, that is when we will talk about the last seven years with transparency. Can we do that?”

Thomas stared at her, unblinkingly as the anger receded before nodding slightly in acknowledgment. It was agreeable considering he had a perchance of needing to know what happened to her.

After all it was one of the rotating questions that ran through his mind whenever he looked at her. What had happened to you while you were away? What happened to you that I couldn’t protect you from? What happened?

Soft notes of the music wafted through the quiet air of Garrison.

“We’re in a different time,” he murmured, gazing down at her with softened eyes. “And many things have changed,” he acknowledged reluctantly. “But…not this.”

He pushed the chair away from the table before standing up, walking around it to stand by her presence, then held his hand out towards her.

"May I have this dance?"

She looked up curiously, to see his hand in front of her albeit trembling slightly. She wanted to frown because that wasn’t like Thomas, but perhaps things changed for him inside too. She blinked at him, then she slowly smiled at him after evaluating his expectant expression. At least that part hadn’t changed.

She got up from the table, pink tainting her cheeks as she blushed deeply, gripping his fingers as she laid her hand onto his, and gave him a smile that outshined the ceiling light bulbs in the pub. It made his heart flutter, of course it didn’t do it without anguish either. He loved her and yet she was too far away for him to have her back where she belonged.

He led her to the middle of the room where they had room to dance.

She curled her palm onto his left hand, her index and thumb are hairsbreadth away from each other just like their bodies as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Gripping his hand as she reached for his shoulder with her other hand.

He gazed down at her intensely as they began their first step, and she stared at his face, caressing the back of his shoulder with her hand, eyes flickering to his briefly before turning her head away slightly.

They were dancing like they had been when she was Lady Sarah of Connemara at the races. They were dancing like they had been in the quiet room in her old flat as they were hiding from the coppers. They were dancing like they had been the night they got married.

Back then when their world wasn’t so fucked up the way it was now.

Everything had changed, and yet it felt like nothing had shifted along with time when she was in his arms.

He seemed to agree with her silent musings when he pulled her closer to his frame than she had thought possible. Her fingers gripped his shoulder slightly in response when he traced his fingers across her back.

He turned his head slowly, and she could see slight tendons in his neck as he swallowed. “We…we’ll figure it out. Okay, Y/N?” He murmured into her ear, his voice was low and comforting.

She nodded.

As they swayed to the soft notes of the song, she laid her chin on his shoulder to savor the feeling of his presence. Her eyes began to well up with tears that never fell.

As the song came to a slow end, their eyes met as she moved her head away from his shoulder. Ending the moment when she had to let go of his hand, taking a step back reluctantly as she continued to stare at his face. Neither were willing to break the connection as his gaze made her burn like it had been in the past.

So fucking close.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby imagine

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onyondump · 9 months

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Infatuated

Linda Shelby x Male!Reader x Arthur Shelby

Synopsis : Arthur brings a new friend to his and Linda's house leading to her developing an attractions to him

note : I don't hate Linda. I find it funny that Lizzie and Esme still have some fans and Linda doesn't lol. There isn't any fanfic of a poly relationship with these two sooooooo

Masterlist | Part 2

GRAMMER NOT GOOD, DONT EAT ME

Linda is in quite the dilemma. Ever since Arthur brought his new best mate to live with them on the countryside her heart for her husband begins to waiver.

At first she disapprove of his arrival. Arthur just came back from a 3 month long work trip on the request of his brother and bringing a stranger who she hasn't even met was pretty suspect.

Only in a matter of days did her opinion of him start to change. He helps out around the house; cleaning the house, helping her cook, doing the farmworker and even play with little Billy when both her and her husband can't be bothered to do so. His presence also made Arthur more happy and understanding to her plait.

He wouldn't argue with her when she asks him to do something and he listens to her complains and tries his best to make it up to her. Over time she starts to associate his change in demeanor with his friend.

They would go outside together everyday for four hours and returning home with produce that they'll eat for dinner. Laughing and roughhousing with each other in the dinner table, often looking at each other knowingly across the table

When she really started to develop a crush was when he would personally drive her to town when Arthur and Billy were out visiting family. He would accompany her to shops to get dresses and accessories. It would make her heart swell whenever he complimented her and over time would view his activeness to do chores as a way to get to her.

"Your friend's nice" brushing her hair blonde hair with the new comb in her new nightgown Arthur's friend bought for her, but quickly realizing her mistake on complimenting him in front of her possessive husband.

Arthur's head perked up at the mention but to Linda's surprises there was no sudden burst of anger from him but rather an agreement, "Yea he is, the best mate I ever met Lind"

She thought nothing of the comment but of their trust in one another. She fail to notice her husband sentimentally playing with the new gold band ring with a big garnet stone as a center piece on his finger.

Months went by and her crush on her husband's friend didn't seem to dissipate causing her to feel guilty. However her desire took over, viewing the man as more fitting then her husband to pursue her religious endeavor.

At the night when Arthur is out on another one of his brothers errands and Billy was fast asleep, Linda approached him smoking at the front poarch.

"Night love, your not sleeping early? It's cold out tonight" He puffs out dark smoke out of his thick lips. Linda lost her train of thought for a moment.

"Ah yes, thought I would wait for Arthur with you" she says as she takes a seat next to him, she could use a smoke which of course like the gentlemen he is, the man next to her provided

"He's a goodman your husband" he puffs another inky smoke with a longing look across the gentle breeze of the night

It's cool send shivers down Linda's spine, reminding her of what she's about to say, "I would like to confess something to you"

Intrigued he leaned in closer to her as his eyebrows arched, "And what is that love?"

"I'm in love with you" she finally said it. The cold and smell of his cologne brush against her, reddening her face. For a moment she cursed him for being a temptress devil straying her away from her husband but now she's done it, the five dreaded words left her mouth

In response his warm hands envelopes her cold ones, a reassuring squeeze made her heart skipped a beat "I'm flattered luv, your the most prettiest rose I have ever met" He kissed her cold hands, as he rubs the other trying to warm her

Linda was speechless, she wanted this sure but she doesn't know what comes after confessing her feelings. Before she could responds, he leaned in further

"Can I also confess something?" Lind could only respond with a nod as she was to flustered to respond

As his lips near her cold ear, expecting him to confess the same thing.

"I fucked your husband"

#arthur shelby #linda shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby x male reader #linda shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader

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emotionalcadaver · 8 months

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Part 19: In the Bleak Midwinter

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Tommy and Lucy enter the madhouse that is the Russian's residence.

Word Count: 3,732

Notes: Warnings for depictions of sexual assault.

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Chapter 20: Diamonds

Lucy fought the urge not to pick at her nail polish or fiddle with her rings as the car pulled up in front of the Russian’s house. Sliding out of her spot in the backseat after Arthur, she let her gaze drift over the mansion and the grounds, eyeing each guard standing at attention along the walkway up to the front doors while Tommy spoke to his brothers. Each of the Cossacks stared back at them, as they strode past, eyes grizzled and jaws set.

Tatiana met them a little less than halfway up the path, an intricately woven shawl draped over her bright red dress. A diamond necklace encircled her throat, gleaming earrings swinging from her ears. She greeted Tommy with a lowered voice, smug smile pulling at the corners of her lips before she welcomed them inside.

They followed her into a small office where Izabella was waiting for them, standing regally by the door with her gloved hands folded in front of her. Lucy kept close to Tommy’s side, not quite touching him but near enough that she could just start to feel the heat radiating from his body. Twice she caught herself fiddling with her rings without even realizing it while Tommy explained to John and Arthur how in Russia, men who were enemies of the royals would sometimes cover their bodies in tattoos. And in order to ensure that neither Arthur or John were assassins or infiltrators, they would like to check their skin.

The horrified look that crossed Arthur’s face made Lucy frown. All four of them knew exactly what they were walking into when they agreed to come to this madhouse. Had he thought Tommy was just joking when he briefed them earlier?

“Now, my and Lucy’s bodies already been checked. Although, at the time, I wasn’t sure that was the reason,” Tommy went on. Lucy snorted. “And now it’s your turn.”

Arthur looked like he was about to be sick, but John was grinning.

Lucy had always strongly suspected that John and Esme had an arrangement not quite unlike the one she had with Tommy. At the very least, she knew John had no qualms with fucking women who weren’t his wife.

Arthur was another story. There was no way in hell, with her prayers and crosses and piousness, that Linda would ever be alright with something like this. Not even if it didn’t mean anything. And, little as Lucy understood it, Arthur was entirely devoted to Linda.

But it needed to be done. There was no way around it. And if he couldn’t handle being gawked at a little, how the hell was he going to handle what was to come after?

Lucy still felt bad for him, though.

“Come on boys. Take your clothes off,” Tommy snapped his fingers, turning away and taking Lucy’s hand in his, leading her towards the back of the room, past Izabella as she approached the two brothers. Behind them, Lucy could hear Arthur protesting.

“Get out of my way, both of you,” he tried to rush to the door, still blocked by Tatiana, and Tommy caught him by the front of the shirt.

“Arthur, come here,” he leaned in close, speaking softly in Romani.

“Let the ladies have their fun, eh?” while his voice was soothing, Lucy could hear the barely disguised order underneath. Arthur’s jaw clenched, but they all already knew that he was going to do what he was told.

His shoulders slumped in defeat, and for a moment Lucy again felt a churning in her stomach at what they were asking him to do. As if his discomfort was contagious.

Should have just left him at home with his bloody wife, she thought bitterly to herself.

Tommy’s hand squeezed around hers, giving her a little tug and pulling her with him towards the window. He perched against the windowsill, wrapping an arm around her and guiding her to sit in his lap. Lucy coiled an arm around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck, seeking out both comfort from his warmth and to give Arthur and John at least some semblance of privacy. Their belts clinked and clothes rustled while they disrobed. John was laughing, goading Arthur while he tossed his shirt to the floor. Tommy smirked in mild amusement while lifting a cigarette to his lips. His mirth made her feel a little better. After all, it was harmless. Tatiana and Izabella were just going to look them over and send them on their way.

No real harm done.

Tommy’s hand rubbed up and down along her thigh, and she relaxed against him, both arms going around his shoulders, her nose squishing deeper into his neck when she angled her face to give him a little kiss there.

There was the sound of ripping fabric, and Lucy yelped when something small and round bounced off of her cheek. Her head snapped up from its hiding place against Tommy to search out the culprit who had just thrown a button at her.

John had already stripped down to just his shorts. Arthur was shrugging off his shirt, which, when Lucy squinted at it, appeared to be the cause of her suddenly being pelted, as it had been ripped open rather than meticulously removed, all its buttons scattered across the floor.

Tommy’s finger curled under her chin, turning her face back to look at him. His smirking lips pecked the spot where the button had struck her, before guiding her face to rest back in the crook of his neck. Snuggling into him, she fixed her gaze pointedly on Tommy’s chest while John and Arthur rid themselves of the remainder of their clothes, Izabella and Tatiana stalking around them, examining their bare skin like a pair of hungry wolves.

Tommy gave them a moment, just enough to analyze the lack of traitorous tattoos on John or Arthur’s skin, and then he gave Lucy’s thigh a little tap. She slid from his lap with ease, though she kept her arms still looped loosely around his neck as he stood, her head turned away from his brothers and towards the window.

“All right, I think we’ve seen enough, eh?”

But Izabella raised a hand, voice soft as she turned to her niece. “Tatiana?”

Tommy sat back down on the windowsill, guiding Lucy to settle into his lap once more. There was a rustling of skirts, and then John started laughing. Lucy felt Tommy tense beneath her, and out of curiosity she chanced a glance through her eyelashes at where the brothers were standing.

Tatiana had knelt down in front of Arthur, hand reaching between his legs. Arthur’s eyes looked to be about ready to pop out of his skull, mouth agape.

“Sometimes assassins hide their allegiances behind their balls,” Tatiana said, as casually as if she were discussing the weather. Lucy felt her stomach clench and churn. Tommy’s hand, where it was still resting atop her thigh, squeezed. John had stopped laughing. “But you passed the test, soldier,” Tatiana looked up at Arthur. “With flying colors,” she stood, but maintained her grip on Arthur’s cock. His eyes squeezed shut, and he looked as if he were in physical pain as Tatiana started to move her hand back and forth. Lucy had to look away, unable to take anymore of the expression on Arthur’s face. Aware that if she jumped up and tried to push Tatiana away from him, the duchess could have them all killed.

Her fingers clenched into Tommy’s shoulder, gritting her teeth as she fought back memories of how it had felt to be touched without consent. Shoved to rain-slicked cobblestones while hands groped at her breasts and between her legs…

She slammed her eyes shut, face pressed back into Tommy’s neck, grabbing a handful of the fabric of his shirt.

Make it stop. Please, Tommy, make it stop.

As if he’d heard her thoughts–maybe he had; she’d never been able to fully rule out the possibility that he was secretly a mind reader–Tommy wedged the cigarette he was holding between his lips and rose to his feet, keeping a hand on her waist to steady her when she was displaced from his lap. Once her feet were steady on the ground he let her go, and brought his hands together in several firm, loud claps.

Then tension that had been steadily building in the room popped like a balloon with every crash of Tommy’s hands. And when he was finished, he plucked his cigarette from his lips, and flashed a charming, amused smile.

“The real diamonds, eh?” he crooned, but underneath the layer of cheerfulness he had plastered onto his face, Lucy could see tension and anger at what Tatiana had just done roiling underneath. Maybe even a dash of protectiveness. He was only playing nice so as to avoid an altercation. Otherwise, she wondered if Tatiana would have been torn to shreds.

The duchess in question stepped away from Arthur, the smug smile that danced across her features enough to make Lucy want to slap her. Izabella recovered quickly, inviting them to join in celebrating the successful examination as she whisked away into another room with Tatiana following close behind her.

The second the Russians had exited from the room, John started to laugh again. Tommy gave Lucy a little squeeze at her hip before stepping around the desk towards his brothers.

“Well done, boys. Eh? Well done, Arthur,” Tommy tried to smile the whole thing off. Lucy looked away, back towards the window while Arthur and John started to get dressed, running a hand through her hair and flexing her fingers in an attempt to get rid of the jitters that had suddenly begun twitching through her muscles.

“Now you know what you have to do next,” Tommy was saying. “All right? One last job. Make contact and play nice.”

Lucy swallowed and, still pointedly averting her eyes from the brothers, made her way across the room. Tommy took her hand, leading her through the door Izabella and Tatiana had exited through.

As soon as they were out of sight or earshot of John and Arthur, Tommy came to a stop, turning to look her over, both hands resting on her shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Her breath rattled in her lungs when she exhaled. There was still a shakiness in her hands; a prickling, unconscious desire to nervously start fumbling with the simple golden rings encircling her fingers, and her stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. But looking into the deep blue of his eyes seemed to help a little.

“I’m fine, I just…” she worried at her bottom lip. “That just hit closer to home than I expected it would.”

He rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms, as if trying to warm her, and she realized that she was shivering a little. “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” he said, and while his voice was soft she could see the way his jaw ticked with anger, clenching in a way that accentuated the sharpness of his features.

“Do you think Arthur’s okay…?” it felt like a stupid question to even ask. Of course he wasn’t.

Tommy closed his eyes, confliction tearing across his face before he schooled it back into place. When his eyes opened again, they were stern, but not unkind.

It was the same face he made when he decided he needed to fire someone, or cut wages. The look of a man who knew he needed to make a hard decision, even if it was going to hurt someone.

“Arthur’s a big boy. He can take care of himself,” his thumb swiped along her cheekbone. “He’s not your responsibility, eh?”

Lucy nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered, forcing herself to let it go. “Yeah,” she said it again with more conviction. “They knew what they were signing up for when coming here,” it was half a question, and half a reminder to herself. They’d all heard the rumors about the orgies and other lascivious activities that went on in the Russian’s household late at night.

“That’s right,” Tommy nodded, bringing his cigarette to his lips. Flattening her palms on his chest, she leaned her head forward, resting it between his pectorals for a moment. The hand not holding his cigarette rubbed her back. “Here,” he held the cigarette still clutched between his fingers to her lips, the smoke helping to settle what little of her nerves remained.

“Sorry,” she whispered, lifting her face. Tommy just shook his head, pecking her forehead and taking her hand again.

“Come on, let's not keep them waiting.”

Tatiana was lingering at the end of the hall after their next turn, smug smile still in place while she adjusted the shall around her shoulders, two guards flanking her.

“Ready?” she asked, head inclining. Tommy nodded, and her smirk grew. “This way.”

They followed through a maze of winding halls, ornate paintings of old Russian aristocracy staring at them from their places mounted on the walls. Lucy could’ve sworn that their eyes followed them as they passed.

“We are almost there. This way,” Tatiana guided them through another door, taking an immediate left turn to begin the descent down a dark flight of stone stairs. It was cold, a musty, damp scent permeating into the air. Lucy wrinkled her nose against it, thankful to still have on her overcoat to protect against the chill. As they walked, Tatiana explained some of the history surrounding the treasury, coming to a stop at a locked barred metal door. The guard standing at the other side of the door unlocked it and pulled it open for them, the metal squealing as it moved.

Tatiana stepped in, marching authoritatively passed the guards, more like a general than a duchess. The dog standing at the feet of one of the Cossacks started to bark, the man gripping its leash firmly while they waited for the next door, this one solid metal, to be opened. Lucy had to suppress the feeling of entrapment that suddenly shuddered along her spine; that came not just from being underground, but at having so many locked doors and guards between them and the outside.

They followed Tatiana into the treasury, where Romanov and Izabella were already waiting, with Alfie standing between them, his hands bound with rope, but otherwise unharmed.

“Your jeweler,” Tatiana said, voice laced with a barely concealed strain of disdain.

“I don’t think they trust me, Tommy,” Alfie sounded more exasperated and mildly amused than genuinely upset, nodding at the ropes encircling his hands.

“Mr. Solomons is the only jeweler I trust in London,” Tommy said. Alfie continued to grumble while Romanov unenthusiastically drew a knife and sliced the ropes binding him, letting them fall to the ground with a thud. While Tatiana restated their agreement as to how Alfie was to select items from the treasury which would be stowed away until Tommy completed his side of the arrangement, Lucy allowed herself to wander more deeply into the treasury, taking in the dimly lit, cavernous-like room. An assortment of boxes were set upon the tables that lined the walls of the treasury. They were open, revealing glittering jewels sitting atop plush red velvet lined interiors. The way that they gleamed in the dim light only added to the feeling that they had wandered into a cave. A cave that hosted an assortment of rare, precious jewels.

She paid no mind to Alfie’s ramblings behind her, though she did sneak a glance to the Russian’s faces upon the revelation that he spoke their language. To her delight, they looked shocked; dismayed to have their primary advantage stolen away.

If only they knew that advantage had never existed in the first place.

It didn’t take long for the darkness, and the damp scent of soft earth, to start to get to her, and almost without thinking she found herself drifting back to Tommy’s side. He had remained standing near the table, watching as Alfie flitted from table to table, magnifier pressed to his eye while he plucked up jewelry and gemstones from their cases on the tables, examining them and tossing the ones he deemed acceptable to the center of the table. There was a little haggling, between him and Izabella, and Romanov seemed incapable of not hovering at Alfie’s shoulder and arguing with every other statement he made, leaving Tommy to have to mediate between the two.

Not good. It wouldn’t take long for Alfie to lose his patience when it came to that bullshit. Especially not with the added bad history between his family and the Russian aristocracy.

Lucy picked at her fingernails, tracing carefully underneath them with the tip of her nail, to remind herself that there was no dirt still lodged beneath them. She took a deep breath. Not much longer. And then they would be back up above ground again.

“Luces!” Alfie’s sudden booming voice nearly made her jump. “C’mere, little demon, come, come, come,” he reached out a hand, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards a couple open cases of glittering red garnets, topazes of nearly every color imaginable, and a few red stones she didn’t recognize. “Tommy says you’re to pick a few things out.”

She blinked, casting a glance over her shoulder to find that Tommy had pulled his eyes away from the rather intense staring contest he’d been having with Tatiana and Izabella, watching her with an expression anyone else might have mistaken for being unreadable.

She recognized the hint of tenderness though, just beyond the armor of cold expressionlessness covering his eyes.

Turning back to the table with a smile pulling at the edges of her lips, she considered the jewels.

“Hm…these,” she pointed to a pair of garnet earrings, the small, deep red stones looking almost like droplets of blood as they swung side to side from their chains as Alfie lifted them carefully. “And that,” she gestured to an intricate gold ring, a big, oval shaped garnet winking at her from between two tiny pearls inlaid above and below it. She picked out a few other pieces, Alfie gathering them up and meticulously examining each one for flaws before tossing them to the center of the table with the other riches. Garnets were cheap– at least by comparison to what else lay in the treasury–so she was able to select a good several pieces without worry.

“What’s that?” she asked Alfie, voice lowered to a whisper, a little embarrassed that she couldn’t identify the other red gems settled on the far end of the table. Alfie scooped up a necklace, a red stone the shape and size of a grape dangling from the chain.

“Red beryl,” he said, holding it close to his magnifier.

“No, no, no,” Romanov immediately began to protest. “That is one of the rarest gemstones on earth–”

“Only found in the south western parts of America, if I’m to be correct,” Alfie said. Lucy bit her lip. The pendant was beautiful, but likely way outside of their price range.

“It is a thousand times rarer than gold,” Romanov supplemented, looking about a second away from ripping the necklace out of Alfie’s hands.

“Any yet,” Alfie shot him a grizzled look, “from what I hear about the current market, it only is valued slightly higher above your average emerald.”

Romanov sputtered. Alfie raised his eyebrows, holding out the necklace for Lucy to take. He held up the lantern so that she could get a better look at the solid red hue of the stone. It was cold against her fingers.

“You like it?” she glanced over her shoulder, where Tommy had crept up behind her, peering over her shoulder. She smiled, nodding.

“Yeah.”

He took it gingerly from her fingers. “We’re taking it,” he said, no room for argument in his voice as he set the necklace onto the table to join the other pieces of jewelry she’d selected.

“You cannot–” Romanov tried to interject, but a raised hand from Izabella silenced him, though his face had turned so red it almost matched the stones Lucy had just been selecting from.

“Yes, yes, very good,” Alfie spoke right over him. “Can make a good early anniversary present, eh, Tommy?” he gave Tommy a pat on the shoulder as he swept past him. Tommy’s fingers tangled with hers, tugging her back to where he’d been originally standing by the table. She gave his hand a tight squeeze until he looked at her.

Thank you, she told him silently. He blinked.

I love you, his eyes said back. She smiled, and linked her arm with his, tucking into his side.

Alfie, still wielding the lantern in his hand, sat down in the chair next to Izabella, leaning in close.

“Do you have any eggs?” he asked. Lucy tightened her arm around Tommy’s. This was the gamble, and quite possibly a request that could get them at best thrown out, and at worst shot, if the Russians objected.

Perhaps they played their hand too soon by insisting on the red beryl.

For a moment, she thought Romanov would have a coronary, but Izabella simply made a calm gesture to Tatiana, and the duchess rose from her chair, going to a closed box tucked away in a particularly dark corner of the room. When she returned, she had a pale pink, intricately decorated Faberge egg clutched between her hands. She set it daintily in the middle of the table, sitting back down while Alfie examined the egg with near reverence.

Once satisfied, Alfie set the egg down, declaring their selection to be complete. Tommy and Romanov–who only hesitated but a moment before realizing that he had no backup in his protests–shook hands, sealing the arrangement.

“And now, Mr. Shelby, you and Miss. Winters will join your brothers and Mr. Solomons will take his leave,” Izabella declared. Tommy nodded. Lucy shot a look over to Alfie, to find him sharing at the Faberge egg, wetting his lips. She frowned.

But then Tommy gave her a light tug on her arm, pulling her with him towards the entrance to the treasury, and her attention was ripped away from the odd look on Alfie’s face.

She did not think of it again.

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justrainandcoffee · 6 months

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Vendetta is not over (Luca Changretta x fem!oc)

Part 1: Ada Shelby.

And there's only two left.

Masterlist - Prologue

Summary: Almost 25 years ago, a black woman visited the Garrison. She was Luca Changretta's wife. Arthur Shelby remember that day very well because from that moment he lived his days thinking about her and the promise of death. He knew that she wasn't lying. Those black eyes... No matter what Tommy says. Vendetta is coming for them. Killed, one by one. And the first one is his sister Ada.

Warnings: Murder.|| Finn died in the second world war.

Words: 2.5k

1950

Mr. Changretta for his men. Just The Musician for the outsiders. That was his nickname, because the young man was a talented saxophonist. His mother, people said, was an extraordinary singer. Both passionate about jazz and blues. When he was a kid and accompanied her to her shows he always wanted to play an instrument and at the age of nine, his mother bought him his first saxophone and took classes with a prestigious friend of hers. Over a decade later the kid, now a man, was still playing music as a hobby.

His work was one very different.

The Musician's slender fingers, touched his sax the same way he pulled the trigger. With extraordinary precision.

"Don't give these bastards a second chance, Fabrizio."

"No, Mr. Changretta."

"Good boy, Fabrizio."

The Musician let out a sight before lit a cigarette. The lighter illuminated his face a brief second. His new white shirt was the only thing visible in that almost dark room. His skin was dark, same as his mother, he's tall -really tall- and thin. He never knew his father, but his mother always said to him that Luca was equally elegant as he was.

The Musician had a mission.

Kill the Shelbys.

One was dead. Sadly. The less important. The youngest one perished in war. His source in England told him that the news were devastated for the once numerous clan.

The Musician had three names now. Ada Thorne, Thomas Shelby and especially: Arthur Shelby.

His mother was against of killing a woman, but it just happened that Ada Thorne wasn't just a woman. She was the head of the Shelby company. And despite she was over 50 years old, Ada Thorne was dangerous like her brothers.

The Musician knew that her son was now living in France. Karl Thorne was a collage teacher but had no contact with his mother. His half sister was there in New York, married to a man and pregnant of her first child. Elizabeth Younger was a beautiful black woman a bit younger than him.

As far as the Musician knew, John Shelby's children were dispersed around Great Britain, minding their own business. Raised by Esme Lee, the once kids, grew up far away from the Shelbys business. Same as Billy Shelby, Arthur's son, who was now a priest something that Linda was proud about.

The cigarette smoke helped to create a mysterious atmosphere around him. Augustus Caesar Changretta, also known as, The Musician, smiled.

He had to go home. His wife was waiting for him. His beautiful, beautiful… Elizabeth Younger.

He loved her. She's sweet and tender. For her, he was just a saxophonist. A saxophonist named Caesar Young, his mother's last name. 'Ces', for her.

Little Elizabeth knew, that her husband was about to kill her mother, Ada Thorne.

The war is part of the past. For almost five years now.

Arthur left the cemetery. Finn Shelby didn't survive the battle. Being too young between 1914 and 1918, the boy didn't know about the horrors that him, Tommy and John had to witnessed.

"He was forced to kill for the Peaky Blinders, it's the same" his mind said to him.

Arthur tried to ignore that voice. He didn't expected another war two decades later, but humanity never learn. So, Finn went to fight for his country. Like millions of men. Like many other millions, Finn returned inside a coffin.

Of five Shelby siblings only three remained alive. He saw his face reflected on a window. He was old now. Finn was a still a young man. Poor Mary and the kids.

Lizzie left Tommy, Linda left him, Esme and Mary left the family. Freddie died ages ago. Love and Shelby apparently weren't compatible.

Arthur planned to go to London to see Ada. Maybe the next day, now he needed to rest.

On the corner of the street, he saw a young handsome black man. He was playing the saxophone for some pennies. He was really good.

The blood of Luca Changretta will chase you.

Those words returned to his mind. Changretta's wife warned them about a black man, Luca's son, seeking to revenge his father. Adelina was her name? Alina?

Aveline.

Aveline Changretta. The tall and beautiful black woman. The one who swore that Vendetta wasn't over.

For a moment the saxophonist and Arthur stared at each other. If it wasn't because he was playing the instrument, Arthur could've sworn that the young man was smirking.

"It was him, brother. It was him."

Arthur was in front of Tommy. Both men now had grey hair and wrinkles on their faces. Arthur was 62 years old now and Thomas, 60.

"You don't know that, Arthur. World is full of black men."

"I fookin' know! Why don't ya believe me?"

"You've been paranoid about a black kid the last 20 years or more, Arthur. Nothing happened, eh? We're still here. People always threatened us, no one succeeded."

"No one of those were a black woman with cold eyes talking about Changretta like that, either. Tommy…"

"Arthur, stop! I'm busy! That life it's part of our past. Women are impulsive, maybe she forgot. Maybe she married another man and have other kids. When back then I sent people to investigate, they found nothing. So, calm down!"

"Ya are underestimating this, Tom. Don't tell me I didn't warn ya. I'm goin' to visit Ada tomorrow."

"Ok. Maybe a a little trip will help you to think something different. London is full of black men, don't think that evry single one of them is his son."

Arthur didn't respond. He knew that Tommy was pretending that nothing of his past happened. He was a member of the parliament and wanted to be Prime Minister. He was a busy man. But the things they did… Arthur left his brother's office and went to the streets again. That corner where he saw the saxophonist, was now empty.

"I wish I'd be there with you," Elizabeth said. "I miss England. Isn't a coincidence that you have the opportunity to go there, Ces?"

The Musician was in his hotel bedroom speaking with his wife by phone. On the table was a gun and several bullets.

"It's a coincidence, my dear. But planes aren't safe for pregnant women. The air pressure…but I'll be back soon."

"Will you go to visit mom? I can call her and tell her about it."

"I don't know if I'll have time, Liz. But if I can, I'm going to pay a visit to her. I need to know my mother-in-law, sooner or later, after all."

"She's nice, Ces. People say that she's severe and some fear her, but she's nice. Don't ask Karl, tho. Their relationship is quite different."

"I'm sure of it. I'm going to sleep, Liz. It's late here. Love you."

"Bye, Ces. Rest well."

He hanged the phone and stared at his reflection on the mirror.

"I'm already planning to visit your mother, my dear," he thought.

It happened that the first time visiting his mother-in-law, it was going to be the last time, too.

The Musician smiled.

Arthur went to London the next day as he had planned. Good thing about cars now that they increased their speed considerably. Their old cars from decades ago had nothing to do with those made after the second war.

God bless the 50s.

London was the same as ever. Chaotic, noisy, polluted. People barely paying attention at those in front of their noses. Men reading newspapers sitting in benches, women walking their dogs, kids running…

Ada lived in a new house. This one was smallest than the previous one considering that she lived alone there. No one of her children were there anymore. Sweet Elizabeth even was pregnant. When Arthur knew the good news was extremely surprised. Where time went? Ada was about to be grandmother? How old was he, then?

Arthur knocked on her door and his sister opened. He always had a soft spot for her, she was still the little girl who was born in that old house in Watery Lane.

Arthur also noticed how small was his family now. There was a time where it was easy to mistake Karl and John's kids when all of them were running around. Arthur didn't know where they were. Fuck, he didn't even know where his son was, only he was a priest.

All of them put distance between them and their fathers. And mother.

Who could blame them? They killed. They tortured.

"Arthur!" Ada's voice brought him back again to reality.

"Ada."

"Get in. I just finished a call with Tommy. Same as ever."

"Yes. I know. He's just too old now to change."

"Talk to me about that," she said closing the door behind her.

Arthur never noticed that a black car was following him from the moment he left Birmingham. He never never noticed that a young man was standing in front of Ada's house. Neither did she. Far away in time were those days where she was hyper alert about everything and everyone around her around her.

The Musician felt his heart beating fast. But he was a patient man. If his mother was capable of waiting 25 years for this moment, he could wait a couple of hours.

"Are you sure?" Ada asked when at night Arthur was ready to leave her house after spending there the whole afternoon.

"Yeah. I need few drinks and then I'm going back home. Good to see ya, Ada."

"Same, Arthur. Take care right? Don't do nothing stupid."

"I'll be fine," he said hugging her for the last time.

One more hour passed. Arthur was in a pub very similar to the Garrison he owned once. The tv there was showing a contest show. Three men and a woman were participating. But he wasn't paying attention, he was thinking about other things.

"The blood of Luca Changretta will chase you."

Why was he so obsessed with it?

The black saxophonist. He couldn't stop thinking about him, even when he had seen plenty of street musicians before.

Aveline Changretta was in his mind. Smiling at him. And so was Luca. He could see the Italian man so clear like he was right in front of his eyes.

Vendetta.

Ada was in her car. She was looking for some papers she had forgotten inside it. The street was empty but the lights inside the people's houses were on. Families at that time used to enjoy tv programmes or they just were reunited to listen to the radio.

"Ada Thorne?"

A deep male voice made her shiver. And Ada was a woman who feared nothing. Through the opposite car window he could see a black man wearing a hat. He was smartly dress.

"Can I help you?" Under her car seat was a gun. She just needed to extend her arm and grabbed it.

"No. I'm just here because my father was killed by your brothers, long time ago. I just wanted tell you why I'm going to kill you…"

A woman occupied the seat next to his in that pub and asked for a Martini. Arthur didn't look at her, until her black hand brushed his. Arthur looked at her and his heart stopped.

"Hello, Mr. Shelby. So long… how are you?"

"The fook are ya' doing here?"

"Enjoying the night, like any other person."

Aveline smiled but Arthur didn't. She looked older, clearly the time passed for everyone, but she was still beautiful. Arthur remembered that she was tall but not that tall. Her lips were red as her dress. A white fur coat was over her shoulders.

"How life treated you, Mr. Shelby?"

Arthur didn't respond. He was staring at her, trying to read her thoughts, but Aveline was just smiling.

"I'm good," she continued "I kept singing, I learnt to play the piano… I raised my child…"

Bang. Bang

Two shots and Ada Thorne was part of the past now. She had time to grabbed her gun, but The Musician was faster.

He put a match in the fuel tank. The car started to burn immediately. When the neighbours could understand what was going on and go out, The Musician wasn't there anymore. But they saw a shadow.

In that street, in front of that white house, a car was burning and inside it was the only Shelby sister. Dead.

"It's a beautiful night, Mr. Shelby," Aveline said. "In other times, I used to go out and sing in front of a bonfire. By the way, Arthur… how is your sister Ada?"

Her smile was tremulous. Arthur stood up immediately. His brain was screaming Ada's name.

"Fook ya! Fook ya, ya bitch!"

No one listened to the conversation. The only certain thing was that people at the bar just saw a white man yelling at a black woman sitting there.

Aveline looked at Arthur ran out. There was a ghost of smile on her face.

Next day was a nightmare. Tommy went to London as soon as he knew what happened.

Police was asking them about the night before. Tommy was far way. But Arthur… As far as the police knew, Arthur was the last person who saw her alive.

"I didn't kill my fookin' sister!"

"Easy, Mr. Shelby. No one is blaming you," the detective in front of him was a black man in his forties. "You say a black woman is behind this?"

"She is! She fooking is!"

"But you don't have any proof. And witnesses say that you yelled at black woman last night."

"Are ya implying that I'm a fooking racist?! My sister is dead and ya say I'm a racist!!" Arthur stood up abruptly.

"I didn't say it. And please calm down or I'm going to arrest you."

"Fook ya," he said once last time.

One hour later, the detective ended the questions and finally they let him go. Still, he was a suspect.

Tommy was at Ada's house when Arthur returned. As always, his brother didn't express any emotions and that was what Arthur found more annoying. Their sister had been killed like a dog, or worse, and he was there cold as ice.

"What do you want me to do, eh? Scream at a police officer? Yell at God? To throw a tantrum?"

"I fookin told ya! I fookin told ya! The Changrettas! I saw her fookin last night! And now Ada's dead!"

"I heard you insulted a black woman. It's the only thing I know."

"You too? Ya fookin' too!! It was her, Tom! It was his wife!"

Tommy lit a cigarette and sat down in Ada's sofa. She was in the morgue now. Once the autopsy was over, police will give them her body.

"I called the cemetery," Tommy said "we're going to bury her in a good spot. There are trees there."

Arthur was crying.

"After the funeral I'm going to make some calls and see if there's a place where Mrs. Young is staying. Hard, considering her last name is quite common."

Tommy stood up again and patted his brother shoulder before going to Ada's office searching one of her bottles of whiskey.

Alone in that room, the man made of ice, cried too.

Very few people went to her funeral, three days later. Karl's flight landed that very day and for the first time in years he saw his uncles. Neither of them talked to each other and after it, Karl left England this time forever.

Police didn't have any news and Arthur was still the main suspect, but they didn't have any proof. And the black woman Arthur talked about was nowhere to be found.

Tommy knew he needed to focus but he was tired. The last person who deserved to die was Ada. She wasn't part of the business like the rest of the Shelbys. But her last name…

A vinyl record was over his table when Thomas Shelby arrived from the cemetery. Nothing but the silence received him. His mind was still processing the death of his sister. Tommy could read the legend:

"Mafia Records. Black Hand vol I"

There was a short message next to it "listen to me."

Tommy put the vinyl on his record player.

He could hear a soft music and a female voice humming. Then, she started singing. Her voice was indeed beautiful… except for the lyrics:

"Thomas Shelby, Thomas Shelby… are you there?

Thomas Shelby, Thomas Shelby… you're next."

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evita-shelby · 6 months

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inspired by this post by @justrainandcoffee i made my own game to see what happens lol

website is this one

and the games will be below the cut

the bloodbath

Aveline and Tiago fight Eva and Michael. Aveline and Tiago survive.

Nina sets an explosive off, killing Arthur.

Polly clutches a first aid kit and runs away.

Luca runs away from the Cornucopia.

Heaven takes a spear from inside the cornucopia.

Ada runs away from the Cornucopia.

Grace grabs a backpack, not realizing it is empty.

Esme runs away from the Cornucopia.

John grabs a jar of fishing bait while Lucy gets fishing gear.

Alfie finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver.

Linda runs away from the Cornucopia.

Rose runs away with a lighter and some rope.

Tommy finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver.

Isiah stays at the cornucopia for resources.

Lizzie runs away from the Cornucopia.

Finn takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

Gina breaks Jack's nose for a basket of bread.

Johanna runs away from the Cornucopia.

Day 1

Polly unknowingly eats toxic berries.

Finn, Isiah, Ada, and Esme hunt for other tributes.

Tommy receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Tiago discovers a river.

Heaven hunts for other tributes.

Aveline camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Gina, Johanna, Grace, and Lizzie raid Luca's camp while he is hunting.

Alfie tends to Nina's wounds.

John chases Jack.

Lucy searches for a water source.

Rose collects fruit from a tree.

Linda searches for a water source.

Dead: Eva District 10 Michael District 3 Arthur District 6 Polly District 3

well at least Michael is dead...

Day 2

Grace cries herself to sleep.

Lizzie starts a fire.

Heaven and Esme run into each other and decide to truce for the night.

Isiah sets up camp for the night.

Alfie cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Gina tries to treat her infection.

Johanna cries herself to sleep.

Jack and Aveline sleep in shifts.

John is awoken by nightmares.

Ada shoots an arrow into Tiago's head.

Rose destroys Linda's supplies while she is asleep.

Luca tries to sing himself to sleep.

Finn fends Lucy, Tommy, and Nina away from his fire.

@justrainandcoffee have you considered Jack x Aveline? but also Luca singing to himself is kinda funny lol

Day 2

Grace stalks Luca.

Aveline receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy picks flowers.

Gina tries to sleep through the entire day.

Esme explores the arena.

Lizzie practices her archery.

Jack receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Nina sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

Alfie overhears Ada and Johanna talking in the distance.

Heaven throws a knife into Tommy's chest.

Isiah throws a knife into Finn's head.

John scares Linda off.

Rose receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

night

Night 2

John stays awake all night.

Jack destroys Grace's supplies while she is asleep.

Johanna receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Heaven cooks her food before putting her fire out.

Nina looks at the night sky.

Gina thinks about home.

Esme thinks about winning.

Ada falls into a frozen lake and drowns.

Linda tends to her wounds.

Isiah accidently steps on a landmine.

Lizzie, Aveline, Alfie, and Luca sleep in shifts.

Rose screams for help.

Lucy quietly hums.

Dead:Tiago District 10 Tommy District 12 Finn District 8 Ada District 6 Isiah District 11 Grace District 1

@call-sign-shark omg heaven killing tommy is so in character for her lol

rip isiah you had a dumb death

Day 3

Lucy goes hunting.

Aveline tries to sleep through the entire day.

Jack camouflauges himself in the bushes.

Esme constructs a shack.

Alfie steals from Rose while she isn't looking.

Gina forces Grace to kill John or Nina. She refuses to kill, so Gina kills her instead.

Heaven camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Linda makes a wooden spear.

Lizzie collects fruit from a tree.

Johanna and Luca work together for the day

Night

Johanna receives an explosive from an unknown sponsor.

Aveline receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Lucy unknowingly eats toxic berries.

Luca poisons Nina's drink, but mistakes it for his own and dies.

Alfie lets Gina into his shelter.

Esme convinces Linda to snuggle with her.

John is unable to start a fire and sleeps without warmth.

Lizzie loses sight of where she is.

Rose looks at the night sky.

Jack passes out from exhaustion.

Heaven thinks about winning.

bad husband alfie!! rip Lucy and Luca. Linda x Esme?? why do i like it?

would lucy's death be ooc @emotionalcadaver

Day 4

Esme tends to Linda's wounds.

Aveline makes a slingshot.

John questions his sanity.

Johanna, Nina, and Heaven start fighting, but Nina runs away as Johanna kills Heaven.

Rose is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Alfie receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Gina discovers a cave.

Jack scares Lizzie off.

omg not heaven!!!! have you considered this plot @call-sign-shark??

dead: Lucy District 12 Luca District 1 Heaven District 7

nightt

Rose receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Jack, Johanna, Lizzie, and Esme sleep in shifts.

Alfie forces Gina to kill Nina or Aveline. She decides to kill Aveline.

Linda tries to sing herself to sleep.

John dies of dysentery.

I had to googel dysentery lol, rip John he like shat himself to death. i love this dark!alfie, but also sorry Aveline.

the Feast

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families.

Johanna and Linda fight Nina and Lizzie. Nina and Lizzie survive.

Esme and Jack decide to work together to get more supplies.

Alfie sets an explosive off, killing Gina.

Rose accidently steps on a landmine.

Day 5

Jack overhears Nina and Esme talking in the distance.

Lizzie camouflauges herself in the bushes.

Alfie sees smoke rising in the distance, but decides not to investigate.

dead: Aveline District 11 John District 5 Johanna District 7 Linda District 4 Gina District 2 Rose District 8

rip guys i will miss you

Night

Jack and Nina track down and kill Alfie.

Lizzie receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor.

Esme questions her sanity.

tbh i was hoping alfie would win lol

@peakyswritings Nina looks like she might make it!

Day 6

Esme travels to higher ground.

Jack is unable to convince Nina to not kill him.

Lizzie tries to sleep through the entire day.

night

Esme tries to treat her infection.

Lizzie receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Nina falls into a frozen lake and drowns.

dead: Alfie District 9 Jack District 2

nevermind i was wrong, but at least she killed jack?

jfc these games are long

Day 7

Esme poisons Lizzie's drink. She drinks it and dies.

dead: Nina District 9 Lizzie District 4

i guess there can only be one mrs shelby?

The winner is Esme from District 5!

#hunger games au

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ilovefinncole · 2 years

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Linda and Esme Shelby Aesthetic Moodboard

#linda shelby #esme shelby #kate phillips #amiee eftion edwards #peaky blinders #aesthetic #esme lee #aesthetic moodboard #peaky blinders aesthetic #peaky blinders moodboard #bbc peaky blinders #peaky fookin blinders #peaky fucking blinders #linda x esme

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thepeakygirl · 3 years

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My book is finally updated on both Wattpad and Ao3, it feels nice to be back ☺️❤️

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onyondump · 3 months

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Now that we're here btw :

- There are a lot of important info that were skipped a lot in PB which is fine but it drives me nuts sometimes (LINDA MY BELOVED WTF PLEASE TELL ME WHO YOU ARE)

- i dont like how some people romantize tommy saying he owns her. I guess she likes it? And who am I to judge other peoples kinks. But yk its a bit icky considering she was a s*x worker before

- i dont like how people demonizes lizzie when shes gets mad a tommy. Bro sabotages her engagement with john, almost got her assulted, and all the times she devoted herself to being his secretary and later wife and he doesn't care. He probably does care and he does provide for her but you cant tell me you wont snapp when your dealing with a emotionally constipated man

- jeremiah jesus being a reformed sniper and esme being a leader are some of the coolest background character info. AND THEY DIDNT DO JACK SHIT WITH IT BESIDES A COUPLE MINUTE OF MID SCENES.

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phenomenal1500 · 3 years

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Heaven On Hold | Peaky Blinders

Chapter 41: What A Gentleman | Part 2

For Chapter 40: What A Gentleman | Part 1check here.

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"Oh, yeah, I know who you are. Hmm. You are a bit of a failure, aren't you." I bit my lip and shook my head slowly. Though, the stubborn man of course couldn't see me if his eyes were closed. "You come all the way over here to this country in order to kill Tommy Shelby, but I mean...." Alfie scoffed a bit as he chuckled. "Well, he's not dead, is he? So...."

"No."

"He ain't."

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"How much time have I got left, mate?" The henchman once again looked down to read his pocket watch before answering.

"Ten seconds. Nine seconds. Eight seconds." Luca began to feel impatience and nodded very slowly. It looked wicked. "Five, four, three, two, one."

Alfie carefully opened his eyes so he could look at the two Italian men suspiciously. I somehow myself was waiting and preparing for a bomb to go off or a shooting affair, but nothing happened to my surprise so I put away the knives in my hand palms again.

"Right, hello." The gangster sighed and looked them up and down. "How can I help you?"

"I have a proposition for you." Mr. Changretta wished to begin his story, but Alfie already cut him off very quickly before he could go any further.

"Mmm.... yeah. I already know what you want."

"Yeah. I just want to hear you say it out loud. So I can check how ridiculous it is." Luca Changretta shook his head and stared down at his personal guards in disgust while I in the meantime was hesitating between two options; Reveal myself, or, stay hidden away until hell breaks loose.

"Ok, I have my own 10 seconds of patience left with this guy." Luca complained in Italian and I chuckled at his stupidness. Alfie and I could both speak and translate Italian.

"Luca. They say this is how he is. We need him." Alfie narrowed his eyes and nodded to indicate his friend was right.

Mr. Changretta then hovered over Alfie's broad frame and death seriously stared him in the eyes.

"There is gonna be a little fight, a boxing match." Luca pointed a few times at the man's chest ahead of him. "Between your boy and Tommy Shelby's boy."

"Right, Birmingham? Mmm-hmm." Alfie uncontrollably nodded to show he understood everything and was listening.

"And the whole Shelby family is gonna be there."

"Mmm-hmm." He hummed for a second time.

"And you, Mr. Solomons, you too will be there." His index finger pointed at Alfie's face this time, but Alfie himself turned his head away, stuttering a bit.

"That's it. I tell you what, right. Here is a gift. It's free." Alfie snatched two bottles of liquor off the floor and walked with his arms open their way again. "Souvenir of your visit here. Goodbye, trot on. Down there is Bonnie Street." Alfie pointed at the exit and Changretta seemed confused, pulling out the cork to smell the rum before spinning the bottle in his hands to check it out.

"You know they say you're a smart guy." Luca chuckled in a mean way. "You already know what we want before we say it. That's funny 'cause now I believe I know what you want even before you say it. Yeah."

"So, are you gonna taste it?" Alfie didn't care about what the mafia mob in front of him was talking about, he simply just wanted them to taste the liquor he had created so they would shut up for a second. Luca didn't trust it however, but either way took a sip from the rum. In the meantime I carefully watched the scene and spun one of my elegant knives between my fingers.

"I think this clown wants us to run his rum into New York."

I clenched my jaw and finally revealed myself from the shadows, positioning myself behind Alfie.

"Damn fucking straight, mate." The gangster's right arm snuck around my waist and his hand enveloped my hip to hold me close. "Otherwise, you wouldn't still be breathing my oxygen, would you? Because I have 200 barrels a month. Yeah, cleared by your people, distributed through your teams-...."

"Thing is that people want gin these days." Luca chuckled annoyingly and I licked my lips, having enough of the sick man.

"Well, Mr. Changretta, the exit is still out there. Right on Bonnie Street. Mmm?" I pointed at the entrance and Alfie turned around so he could take a seat. "And stop the chuckling, it's horribly annoying, Changretta." I smiled sarcastically.

"Oh. The lady has a mouth too." I narrowed my eyes, ready to slide the man's throat if he said anything about me again before Alfie suddenly pulled me back. "Oh, you two are fucking crazy, you know that? 200 barrels, huh?" Luca twisted and threw the bottle around in his hands, staring down at it as he turned to his friend in Italian again. "He knows who we represent?"

"And also, I want some cash. Don't worry, 'cause I've broken it down here. I've got here a list of costs pertaining to the assassination of a dear friend. All right."

Alfie pulled out a small piece of paper out of his sleeveless jacket.

"Now, your normal dispatch, well, it's £500 cost, but you're gonna have to add another 100 to that because Tommy Shelby, like me, is from an oppressed people. Then, I need you to put another ton on top of that because his brother is a fucking animal and he will come after me. Yeah. And then you'll need to put another 100 on top of that because, well, you are a fucking wop, mate. Hmm? And you. And then.... We have to deal with the ugly business of which I've been incredibly clear of, before I'll need another £500 because like I stated, Tommy Shelby is a very, very good friend of mine." Alfie sighed and handed over the paper. "Total is down there in black and white. All right? Crack on."

"It's okay." Luca waved his friend's hand away who wanted to give his boss the paper and creepily laughed at the two of us. "Mr. Solomons, Miss. Grey, I'm gonna be very fucking clear with you. I don't need you two to kill anybody. I have people that I trust, okay? So you two are gonna take my boys and you are gonna bring them to the ring as seconds."

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A/N: My apologies for the not so creative and exiting Chapter....

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x oc #bonnie gold #aberama gold #luca changretta #michael gray #polly gray #grace shelby #arthur shelby #thomas shelby #john shelby #ada shelby #esme shelby #johnny dogs #lizzie shelby #chaos #linda shelby

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