#peaky blinders x male reader

[issdisgrace]

I sat around a table at the Garrison with the Shelby family chatting, playing poker, and drinking. Well, everyone was drinking except for Arthur. Arthur had his nightly cut off. Noticing my glass was empty, I set down my cards and poured myself more whiskey.

“You know, I never asked where you got this, Tommy.” I say, taking a drink from my now full glass. 

“Solomons. It was a gift for coming to a deal with him.”

“Solomons as in Alfie Solomons.”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t realize you knew him.” 

“How do you know him?” 

“I’m banging him.” Tommy chokes on his drink, John spits his drink out on Arthur, and Polly laughs, giving me a pat on my back. 

"For fuck's sakes John." Arthur says raising his voice, pushing his chair back before stomping off to the bathroom before anyone can say anything.

“WhAt?” Tommy lets out.

“I’m banging him. You know fucking him.”

“DAMN.” John says loudly. Polly gives him a look, and he quickly follows by saying,

“Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud, but damn.”

“It's ok, John. I guess it's not every day that you hear someone that's practical family is fucking the King of Camden.”

“You know Y/n I want to ask how you manage to get yourself in that situation, but I don't want to know.”

“It's better if none of you do know, Tommy. But just so you guys know, it was a crazy situation to say the least.”

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this is the part where you hear me out...

so we all know and love the whole trope of tommy dating just the kindest, most ditzy girl. i love that. any fics, i love them, but hear me out, hear me out on this, tommy dating just the sweetest, most adorably dumb boy.

like tommy's lover would ask tommy questions that are very easy to answer but tommy takes a second only because sometime his love doesn't understand tommy's answer. tommy is a sucker for a pretty face with empty space behind it. bonus points if that pretty face is loyal. tommy's darling would be permanently in tommy's lap while tommy does work, absolutely content to just sit there and let tommy do his thing. he would know that tommy does want him around and tommy never means to be mean when tommy calls his darling prince dumb, he knows that tommy means it endearingly.

tommy would absolutely love if his ditzy boy is also very needy. perfect combination for him. tommy could just lay back and watch his normally confused boyfriend fuck himself on tommy's cock with such skill. if tommy wasn't so possessive of his property (read his boyfriend) he would ask Alfie to let him study the way his love moves. almost like he was strategic about how he went around pleasing the man he loved. tommy would remind him a lot "how can a pretty boy so dumb look so smart while bouncing on my cock, eh?" and that would just get his prince to stick his face into tommy's neck to hide his embarrassment. these little teasing sessions would just end with tommy cooing that 'just because you're a little ditzy handsome, doesn't mean I don't love you. you think i don't love you, eh?' and with tommy's sunshine finally uncurling himself and gently kissing tommy's temple reminding him that 'if you ever stop loving me, i'm so ditzy, i probably won't notice.' tommy would chuckle and remind him that will never happen and that it's hard to get rid of a shelby once they've gotten their hands on a pretty face like his.

i think im a little too gay for the shelby boys. @birminghamshelbyboys do you think so? need a second opinon to be honest @atsv-enthusiast or you, but you kinda already know i am

[marksbear]

Hello!! I hope you’re doing well <3 I was wondering if I could request a Thomas Shelby x Male reader. Reader is the head of a gang from another town and known for being a sarcastic a-hole. His power is similar to Thomas‘ + he kinda has a thing for him and flirts nonstop whenever he gets the chance to interact with Tommy. The Reader never engaged in activities that would cause serious harm to the blinders but he provokes them from time to time just to get Tommys attention. He opens a Pub in the blinders territory and uses it for his own gang and then Shelby finally confronts him, is about to start a literal gang war after the big amount of provocation over the months but the reader just thinks him being mad is hot asf. They kinda start to argue and maybe you can add that the reader saved Tommys life in the war (but they were enemies on front lines) Tommy can only remember the tattoo his saviour has on the back of his hand. And then he sees the tattoo and instantly remembers.

I’d be so happy if you’d write it because I really love all your stories and I haven’t been reading anything else the last three days 🥲🥲

Hi! Thank you for loving my stories and thank you for even requesting my friend! I hope you like this one! And have a nice day!

THOMAS SHELBY X GANG LEADER MALE READER

Quick little background.

"L/N..." The last name that his been running around through everyone in Birmingham.

A new gang in a different town somehow caught almost everybody's attention in Birmingham. The town wasn't too far from Birmingham, but it was a good distance between both towns.

The gang has been doing many things. Like robbing banks from different towns, getting families out the streets, and what really caught everyone by surprise was a special types of business they ran.

They ran business/ motels full of prostitutes all of the workers different sizes and colors hell they even had men working for them. Some of the gang's bars weren't just regular bars they were gay.

And that's only the business side of them. The more known part of them was their leader. Y/n L/n. He was a sarcastic asshole who knew what he wanted and would do anything to get there. The gang have done cruel things to their enemies and sometimes allies.

The gang had gotten almost too powerful and reckless for only a short amount of time.

And sadly the Leader of the Peaky Blinders have gotten an earful about them everyday. Everyday there was a complaint about them from his men and other people. So to keep the peace Tommy had arranged a meeting with both leaders privately.

Background over!

Tommy walked inside the unfamiliar building with his hands deep inside his coat. Tommy's cold blue eyes looked around keeping note of how many men are patrolling.

Many people of different genders and colors of all sizes were moving around the building freely as they worked without a single sign of hate or discomfort. The workers played around, but got the job done.

"Mr Shelby?"

Tommy turns his head to the side looking at the woman. The woman had a bright smile and a hand out.

Hello, my name is Mrs Ramos it's a pleasure to finally meet." She says with a trusting smile as Tommy takes her hand shaking it. "Where's L/n?" Tommy says wasting no time.

"He's in his office sir. Please let me guide you." Mrs Ramos says already turning around walking leaving Tommy no room to talk.

"What's your relationship with Mr L/n?" Tommy says striking up a conversation.

"I'm his right hand's man wife on a more personal level. But here I'm the secretary around this place." She answers as she guides Tommy through many hallways and different rooms. Tommy hums as he digs inside his pocket for a cigarette.

"Here we are." Mrs Ramos says looking at Tommy to see his reaction to the name plate above the door.

"Y/N WHORE L/N" With bold bright letters above the door.

"Whore?" Tommy questions with a raised brow and a puzzled expression. Mrs Ramos tries to contain her giggles.

"One of his older nieces made it for him as a birthday gift." She says trying to help with the confusion as she pulls the door open for him.

Tommy looks at the long hallway as there are many people in seats waiting.

"Are these men waiting?" Tommy questions as he lights the cigarette taking a deep inhale.

"Yes sir. The boss put all his meetings on hold for yours. So whatever you two are talking about must be important. So just walk down that hallway you'll see the door and just step inside." The woman says before adding.

"Good luck Mr Shelby~" She says as if shes teasing him before turning around on her heels walking away.

The shelby inhales the smoke for one last time as as he walks inside the long hallway.

Tommy could feel all the men's eyes burn into them. Some with confusion and most with anger and hate. Tommy only ignores them and keeps walking straight ahead.

Soon enough Tommy reaches the door and opens inside his eyes meeting the back of who he's guessing Mr L/n's.

"How many times I've got to tell you fuckers to stop bothering me!" Mr L/n's shouts without even turning to see who it is.

"Mr L/n." Tommy says as he walks to the seat across from his desk.

Spinning his chair around looking at the man who just sat in his chair.

"Mr Shelby? I've thought you were one of those idiotic men outside my door. I should have known only people with cold stone hearts could open my door." Y/n jokes as he leans back into his chair.

"But I have to say... You're much prettier than the way that my man stalked you have described. But they did have one thing right. Your eyes are beautiful." Y/n says with a smile as he reaches inside his drawer getting to glasses.

"You sent people to stalk me?" Tommy says ignoring the way Y/n flirted so boldly.

"Naturally. I wanted to know who i'm going against. And especially now since they might just be my future partner.~" L/n flirts again as he pours whiskey into the glasses.

Y/n reaches the glass out putting the full glass of whiskey in front of Tommy.

As Y/n was doing it Tommy stared at the hand tattoo almost getting memorized by it. Y/n looked at Tommy's once cold eyes, but this time they were softened and warm less tense.

“You like my tattoo huh? Maybe you’ll like me more if I get one that has your name.” Y/n teases with a wink before taking his hand way putting it back to his side.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Trying to flirt with me Mr L/n. Flirting isn't going to help any of our problems. Your charms won't foll me." Tommy says bluntly as he takes a sip of the whiskey.

Y/n bites the inside of his cheek thinking of a response before the smirk on his lips grows brighter.

"So, you think i'm charming?" Y/n responds back earning an annoyed groan from the Shelby. "Please. Lets get serious shall we?" "Okay fine. I won't make any promises about how long that'll last." Y/n jokes as he crosses his arms.

TIMESKIP

Months with past since the first meeting that the two head leaders of the separate gangs met. The meeting was long and deeply meaningful, it could have more meanings than just if Y/n would stop flirting and teasing.

Since the meeting Y/n started to become reckless and daring to get Thomas Shelby's attention.

Ever since then it has been The gang messing and provoking the Peaky Blinders. Like finding ways to ruin horse races, sending their men into the garrison, ruining the peace around Birmingham. The gang were being little shits and assholes to the blinders much to their leader request.

The leader Y/n had even walked Ada to her home acting like he was new to town.

Y/n started to buy some of the businesses around Birmingham. Like auto shops, Saloons, bars and such. Slowly invading the Peaky blinder area.

Others gangs noticed the tension between the two and started to pick sides.

What really pissed off the Blinders was when they built a new bar directly in the Peaky Blinder territory. They stole Garrison's customers and money that messed up everything.

It became clear to Thomas that Y/n clearly wanted his attention. But sadly Y/n had the wrong type of attention that anyone with some sense would not want from the shelby.

The Peaky Blinders were the first to start the war. Going to the bar that almost took them out of business and trashing it. Breaking and stealing whatever they found. But they didn't stop there. They burned the nearby business the gang owned. They even went as far to get the coopers on them.

People who had a nick of common sense sided with the Shelby's in fear that they'll be next, but somehow Y/n had loyal allies.

The allies Y/n had helped him rebuild the businesses and got the coopers off of his back.

Most thought Y/n and his gang learned their lesson, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

If only it seemed that it excited Y/n and the gang to create more problems.

During the course of months the gang war became more and more heated. Y/n's gang doing no serious harm to the other unlike the Peaky Blinders. Somehow even from the spilled blood the Blinders made Y/n remained calm and mischievous.

With all of that it leads to now.

Tommy was tied up to a chair. Blood stained his suit with bruises all over his body. For once. The shelby thought he was gonna die there. Help was nowhere to be seen.

A drip of blood falls from the head of Tommy landing onto his tied up hand.

Thomas was too weak to raise up his head. Pain overwhelmed his body.

He has been getting tortured for the past three days. He didn't want to give up completely, but damn he was close.

With footsteps coming from behind him Tommy knew who was inside the empty warehouse with him. It was his capture. Tommy could recognize that foot pattern from anywhere.

"Tsk tsk... No one is still here to save you huh Tom. Not even that dumb god you worship." The capture teases as he walks in front of the Shelby. The capture takes a hand full of Thomas hair yanking it forcing Thomas head up.

"You think the man you're at war with will be jealous that i'm the pain who gets to kill you?" He jokes as he uses his free hand to dig his thumb into a open cut on Tommy's cheek.

"You're so pathetic! Not even having enough to open your eyes fully." He degrades as he drops Tommy's hair.

"Its bout time I kill you tom." The capture says as he digs inside his coat pocket.

Finally finding what he needs the man is about to take his hand out of his pockets but before he can.

A gun shot rings to Tommy's ears. Tommy opens his eyes looking at his capture dead body in front of him. The hole in his head is proof that he's been shot from behind.

A different pair of footsteps walk towards Tommy and the dead man on the floor. The shooter kicks the man's dead body away giving him room to stand in front of Tommy.

The shooter begins to untie Tommy's legs and hands. At the last hand Tommy stares at the tattoo on his hand before closing his eyes passing out.

TIMESKIP

"What the hell happened to ya Tom?" The eldest Shelby questions as he and John expect the injuries.

"Gotten snatched in an alley. Been tortured at a warehouse for about three days before someone saved me." Tommy answers as he takes a swing off the whisky that Arthur gave him.

"What type of madman would save you?" John questions with a slight laugh.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you who I think saved me." Tommy responds back before standing up from the chair his brothers forced him to sit on.

"I'll be back alright." Tommy says before getting his coat and leaving.

"How much you wanna bet its a whore that Tommy slept with who took their husbands gun." Arthur teases watching Tommy leave as John his Arthur in his side laughing.

With Tommy.

Tommy stood in front of the same building he swore to himself that he'll never stand in front of again. Stepping inside of the building Tommy went straight towards the leader of the whole thing office.

Many workers and assistants tried to stop the Shelby, but he just marched right past them.

Finally reaching the door to the hallway he swings open the door walking straight inside ignoring the people shouting at him to wait his turn.

Reaching the door to Y/n's door he swings it open walking straight inside.

There were a couple of men inside the room talking with Y/n. The men who was halfway naked only inside their briefs whip their heads around staring at the man who just stormed in.

"Maybe I should just install a lock on my door. For the cunts who doesn't know how to wait their turn." Y/n groans out as he moves his eyes from the resume he was just reading.

Looking up to see who it is Y/n smiles at the Shelby.

"Gentleman you all are hired! Now please put your clothes on and make hast." Y/n says signing their resumes and putting the papers on his desk.

The men quickly puts their clothes back on and hurries out of the room.

Tommy sits down in the chair with a raised eyebrow.

"They wanted a job at one of my motels. I needed to see what i'm working with." Y/n answers the question that was written all over the Shelby face. "Don't be jealous now.~ They're not as pretty as you or as hot you can be when angry." Y/n flirts before giving Tommy his full attention.

Y/n lays his hands on the desk waiting for Tommy to shoot his flirting down.

The room became silent as Tommy stared at the back of Y/n's hand intensely. Tommy slowly looks at Y/n staring into his eyes.

"You saved my life..." Tommy breathes out breaking the silence

"Why?" Tommy questions.

"What makes you think I saved you?" Y/n questions with a raised brow. "One because my savior had the same tattoo you have. And two you're the only man I know who has that tattoo design." Tommy answers watching Y/n bite back a smile.

"You always show off that tattoo as if you were a peacock with its feathers." Tommy says watching Y/n turn his head away.

"Why'd you do it? We are at war right now. Me and my men killed dozens of your men and ruined your business so why? You saved me so you can take my life instead huh?" Tommy adds.

"Not at all Tom. You and I both know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." Y/n dismisses fast shaking his head at the thought.

"Then why save me!?" Tommy cuts him off raising his voice lightly.

"Because I like you Thomas! Are you that blind to see that I am in love with you! I caused all the problems for your attention just for you to think of me!" Y/n answers standing up from his chair and walking around it.

Tommy stands up from his chair watching Y/n move to him.

"You're in love with me?..." Tommy breathes out.

"Yes! I did all of this for you Tommy! And i'll be damned if some guy tries to take you away from me before I could confess." Y/n answers again not a single lie in his tone.

"..." Tommy is silent staring at Y/n with wide eyes.

"If you do not love me or like me it is okay. Sure it will hurt, but I can get over it." Y/n says watching Tommy take a few steps back away from him.

"Tom--" Y/n says before trailing off. "You don't trust me. I can tell that you don't trust me even though I saved your life. But that's okay. I will work for your trust as well as your love." Y/n adds before taking Tommy's hands.

"Watch me as I earn your trust. Then wait as I earn your love." Y/n says.

"Will you Tommy. Watch and wait for me?" Y/n says.

The shelby is in deep thought as he stares at Y/n looking for any sign that he's lying or just playing him.

This wasn't Y/n's usual tease or flirting. That means Tommy couldn't deny that Y/n was telling the truth.

"I will...."

THE END

[lavender-romancer]

Fools

Part Two Tommy Shelby x Male Reader CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

You always felt that you were hiding or running from deep inside of you, this feeling that you weren't like other men around you. When you met Tommy it made sense but how could you explore these feelings?

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

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previous part

As your car approached the Shelby Company Limited offices you debated whether this was a grave mistake. Could you honestly go into business with a man you dreamt about? A man that made you feel confused and excited all at once. How could such a man exist and entice you so furiously that you would travel all this way for the ability to see him?

You were shown into Thomas' office by his secretary, Lizzie. As you walked in Tommy was already on a phone call and didn't pay you any attention. Your pathetically hopeful heart sunk when he didn't even look your way as you sat down in an armchair in front of Tommy's desk.

"Can I get you a drink?" Lizzie asked and you turned to her with a smile.

"A whisky, please." You said and she soon came back with a glass that she placed on the table near you before exiting and closing the door.

Tommy was still on the phone so you lit up a cigarette. You looked around, taking in his office. It was much more professional looking than yours, which often had all your paperwork and books strewn around the room. You stood up and began walking round the room, looking at the photographs and grand furniture you wouldn't have expected in this part of England. One photo was him on his wedding day, next to a beautiful blonde woman and you sighed. Picking up the photo it was unmistakably him, the man you had been dreaming of. At this point it felt like sanity had been returned to the situation, there was no secret affection, no intimacy between you. It was a night of mistakes for Thomas, a night where he could try to forget he had a wife but she was still there.

"What are you looking at?" Tommy suddenly said and you placed down the photo.

"Your charming wedding photo, Mr Shelby." You went back into salesman mode plastering a fake smile on your face before returning to your seat. "I wasn't sure if you'd decided on consultancy or stock so I brought documents for both and information on them both and our rates. My assistant can always go over the intricacies of returns but that is primarily up to you. Have you decided what you'll be enquiring about today?" You asked and Tommy said nothing for a few moments, staring down at the table.

"You know why I asked you here?" Thomas asked.

"The meeting, we said we might arrange when we were in that bar?" You furrowed your brows. "We have some wonderful annual deals for our stakeholders wanting to expand into the business itself if youll-"

"Fuck. Not the fucking meeting," Thomas said at a low volume.

"Then what, sir?" You asked and Tommy looked at you.

"Fuck," he said under his breath.

"Let's not pretend we're under any kind of facade that what happened between us means anything to you." You took a drag of your cigarette and stared at Tommy as he sighed.

"And that's a fact?" He asked.

"You're like every other man who's momentarily interested in me. Keep me a secret, not tell your wife about how you fuck men." You shook your head, "So yes. It is a fact." Thomas was silent and took a few moments before replying.

"I have no wife." Was all he said and you could have laughed.

"Thomas, this is ridiculous. Whether you have one or not I doubt you're the type of man who would risk anything relating to your social standing by having anything to do with me." You sighed and Tommy looked perplexed.

"You mean the social pariah nature of it all? A man of your age with no wife? You believe that troubles me?" He asked in disbelief.

"I believe what I know, all that is said about me is in whispers. But within our class standing non-conformity isn't taken too kindly and most of the time I have more business partners and shareholders than any real companionship." Without meaning to you sounded incredibly bitter and spoiled.

"We're both social pariahs. I'm the dick-sucking g**sy and you're the dick-sucking son of a business giant. I don't think we're all that different if you're going to reduce it to those details." Tommy pondered and regretfully you had to agree.

"Why have you asked me here?" You asked after a few moments.

"I can't be entirely sure, was it for business, to see your pretty face or just to imagine a possibility where I could speak freely of what I want. Either way I wanted to see you, we can have an arrangement beneficial to all that are involved. I do want to be involved in the arms business but, I also want to fuck the living daylights out of you." Tommy downed the rest of his whisky as your eyes grew wide, you never thought he'd be that upfront. You didn't know how to react, you didn't even know whether to say anything at this point.

Tommy walked around his desk, standing closer to you with a cautious look on his face. You stood up, nearly nose to nose with him. He ran his finger over your hand, up and down, over and over until his hand moved up your arm and to your chest. Then he leant forward and began kissing your chest, your heartbeat quickened and you clenched your fists- unable to resist how your body reacted to him.

"Oh, fuck it," you muttered before crashing your lips into his.

Pushing him against the desk you gripped onto his hair and lightly pulled it, eliciting a pleased moan from Tommy. You ran your other hand down to his bulge, giving him just enough attention to keep him excited.

"My Shelby?" You both heard from through the door. Tommy pushed you away from him and walked around his desk to sit in his chair, you stood stunned. Even now, in his own business with his own employees he was terrified. You supposed it should be expected and that you couldn't hold it against Thomas.

"Yes?" Tommy called loudly, Lizzie entered and gave him a note before leaving.

"So I assume we're going into business together?" You looked at him in a meaningful way and he scoffed.

"I'd be surprised if we didn't." Tommy said quietly.

"I can be in town for as long as you want me to be," you said slowly approaching the desk, laying your hands on it and leaning towards Tommy.

"Hmm, all the control in my hands?" He asked, standing up and leaning towards you.

"I'd be surprised if that wasn't how you like it." Your voice was low and sultry, this attempt at flirting seemed to be working… at least for the moment.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't take it right back," Tommy leant forward to kiss you and you stepped back. "Bastard." Tommy said with a grin.

"I'll see you soon, Thomas. Ring me at my hotel if you want a meeting." You picked up your coat and headed for the door but as you walked closer you could hear Tommy rise from his chair and walk towards you.

You stopped, gripping onto your coat with your breath quickening and lips drying out. His presence was so imposing behind you, as if he could do anything he wanted to play with you and it would all be acceptable. You were no match for the atmosphere Tommy created. Tommy's lips began tenderly pressing against your neck as his hand gently caressed your growing bulge. It felt ecstatic to be at his mercy, you lent your neck backwards and closed your eyes, feeling that you would collapse into his arms if he teased you anymore. After relentless over-the-clothes teasing, Tommy finally unbuttoned your trousers and you dropped your coat. But to your surprise, Tommy took hold of your neck and guided you to walk over to the side of the room in front of a mirror. He continued to kiss your neck and touch you but you could see the animalistic look in his eyes, the never-satisfied hunger of a queer man you felt deep within yourself. Tommy gently choked you with one hand whilst kissing your neck and touching your dick, everytime your eyes closed he would choke tighter and make you look at yourself and him in the mirror.

The whole experience felt foreign and not necessarily comfortable but exciting all the same. What kind of sexual entanglement had you roped yourself into? Tommy's need for you to look into his eyes as he touched you bordered on the narcissistic, but it was just so sexy how he looked. So domineering, so in control of your every move even when your knees nearly gave out he held you up. When you moaned too loudly he choked you even tighter until you came onto his hand and began breathing heavily.

Your knees well and truly gave out, Tommy held your weight against him and nearly carried you over to a leather sofa near the two of you. He lay down first and you lay on top of him, gently twitching every now and then whilst gripping onto his waistcoat. No words were spoken between the two of you but it wasn't without meaning, Tommy stroked and kissed your hair, he caressed your back and held you until you stopped twitching. The tenderness and care from him was not just a formality of sex or arousal, Thomas didn't know what it was but it was… confusing.

Tommy knew that an emotional entanglement would not be good, how could any of it end beneficially for the both of you? But his body would betray his mind, he was so intrinsically drawn to you from the moment he saw you staring at him in London. It didn't hurt that you were extremely pretty but it wasn't just that. The confusion of his emotion and sexual motivation were slowly intertwining and it was dangerous for him.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked in a whisper and you nodded, gripping his bicep and holding him closely.

"When would you like me to go?" You asked, looking up at him and he smiled.

"Only for a few hours whilst I have meetings, you can come up to the house and stay." Tommy offered and you looked surprised, no sexual partner had ever offered for you to stay at their home- let alone a possible business partner.

"Maybe I'll make an appearance," you joked as you slowly sat up, Tommy propped himself up on his elbows.

"Come here," he gestured for you to come closer to him until you were nose to nose, both of your lips aching to kiss one another again. "You look so beautiful when you cum," he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"And you're a tease." You told him with a smirk as you kissed him on the cheek and stood up.

After you'd got dressed again and made your hair look more presentable, Tommy stood up and helped you put your coat on. When you turned around to face him he pulled you into a deep kiss, running his hands over your chest and up to your neck. The need for closeness was unimaginably important to Tommy. After this encounter, Tommy could only feel that you were a necessity for him.

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[d3lta-2005]

Please do one with the shelby brothers [plus other characters if you want] with a underground boxer bf? Like the bf is a bixer who participates illegal street fights, earns hella cash? Thank u :3

Shelby brothers with a s/o That's a underground boxer

▲Cannon typical violence, not proof read▲

Male reader Specified

☆Thomas Shelby☆

-he probably met you when he went to tell Arthur off for fighting again 

- noticed you as you were fighting, you probably had a bit of blood on you and most likely no shirt

- as he was sorting Arthur out he was giving you side looks and gave you one last good look as h left

- a cupple of days later you were in the garrison having a drink when someone came up behind you, "your the lad I saw fighting a cupple days back" Thomas said as he took a seat next to you

- he handed you a drink and drank his own drink

- you 2 started talking and the night got a little carried away 

- you and Thomas met more and more, as you met up you 2 got closer and closer, you then started dating 

- although he gets worried about you getting hurt he doesn't mind that you fight

- he would help you patch up after fights

- I feel like he would kiss your wounds better like the gentleman he is

- he does like the fact he doesn't have to look after you money wise although he is a little worried about you being found out

☆Arthur Shelby☆

- he met you becuse you where the one he was gonna fight (I think it was boxing he did, it was that time he beat the kid to up)

- you did fight it was a close call but he won

- you both end it with a handshake of appreciation 

- he offered you a drink afterwards 

- he would offer you a drink after every time you finished fighting 

- you bond over the time you get drunk 

- sometimes you would end up in a random place in the morning like a bath tub

- after you start dating you 2 end up sparing more and if you got hurt he would help you patch up.

- he isn't really shocked at how much money you make but his is still proud of you non the less

☆John Shelby☆

- he met you becuse he was drunk and walked over to you and tried to start a fight with you

- you won being the 1 that wasn't drunk 

- he tried to find you the next day as Tommy told him  to apologise to you for causing the fight

- he got curious after he apologised and started asking a bunch of questions 

- he invited you to hang out with him and after a while the invites were more and more regular 

- once you started dating you told him that you did underground boxing 

- he was fully supportive of you

- unlike Tommy and Arthur he wasn't too worried about you getting hurt

- he was extremely shocked at how much money you make though

[bumblesimagines]

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

- Thomas Shelby

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

pronoun: gender neutral, they/them

You only had to take a glance at the face by the bar before you collected a glass and poured some whiskey in. Scud flashed a charming smile and curled his fingers around the glass, lifting it and tilting it in your direction.

"You know me well, don't you?" His smile, although teasing, still had genuineness to it. You chuckled and shrugged lightly, tossing the white rag over your shoulder. You tried to ignore the fact Tommy's head turned in your direction upon hearing your laugh.

"You come in nearly everyday, Scud. Harry would fire me if I didn't know your usual by now."

"Nah," Scud smacked his lips after taking a sip of his whiskey. "Tommy wouldn't allow that."

Your lips pressed together tightly, eyes flickering over to the Shelby as he stood up from the booth and strode across the pub to stand beside his cousin. He clapped Scud over the shoulder and Scud dipped his head, sending a wink in your direction before he stepped away from the bar.

"Caught his attention, have you? Tell me all about it." Tommy's lip curled up, bright blue eyes trained on his retreating cousin. You snorted quietly and poured him some whiskey as well, setting the bottle aside and leaning forward on the bar.

"Since when does Tommy Shelby care for gossip?"

"I oughta know when it concerns my family." Tommy looked back at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words. He pinched his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his cup, maintaining eye contact as he drank.

"Uh huh."

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he quietly chuckled into his cup, setting it back down and bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tommy had always been a hard to read individual. Always keeping a steely exterior with everyone, even those closest to him. But you'd seen it begin to crack over time throughout your interactions.

Poking his head into the pub, Arthur swept his gaze over everyone present before he finally spotted his brother. "Tommy!" He called and Tommy's amusement disappeared, glancing in the direction of his brother and humming. Drinking the rest of his whiskey and bumming out his cigarette, he slapped a coin on the bar and gave you a small grin.

"Keep it."

"What will I ever do without you, Tommy?" Your sarcastic words got another chuckle out of him and he adjusted his hat, attention lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned back to his brother. You watched him leave through the doors and picked up the coin from the table, digging your teeth into your bottom lip in hopes of biting back the pleased smile threatening to appear on your face.

"I've seen that look before. What's cookin' between you two?" Harry appeared at your side from seemingly thin air, amusement written all over his face. You clicked your tongue and stuffed the coin in your pocket.

"Nothin', Harry. Get back to work."

"I should be tellin' you that."

[xmalereader]

Thomas Shelby x Vampire! Male Reader

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Authors note: It’s finally here, the last part of the Doctor Hemlock series 🥲. The inspiration was gained by watching; Oppenheimer ( because cillian ) S6 of peaky blinders and Story of Dracula. I mashed up all of these together and wanted to come up with something slight angsty and fluff towards the end? I’m thinking about making this short series into an actual multi chapter series with better explanation and view of their relationship, but I’d get into too much detail and lore of Hemlock. Anyways, please enjoy this last shot, I apologize for any history stuff I’m a huge history nerd which is why I enjoyed watching Oppenheimer.

Summary: The final part of the Doctor Vampire series.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of death, turning, history buff, language, mentions of WW2, marriage, past trauma, Oppenheimer reference, Thomas says his last farewell, character death, mentions of the future and past, kissing, slight mentions of blood, mentions of sexual assault.

Word count: 3.3k

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December 1933

It’s been a a year since he escaped Oswalds grasp, doing things that he was not proud of while under the mans watch. He can still smell the rotten blood along with the sweat of other men who used him for their desires. After Oswald’s huge win on the nazi party he was finally let go under terrible conditions. He’s been locked away for months without the knowledge of knowing what happened to the Shelby family—what happened to Thomas.

After Oswald had won his way into the Nazi Campaign he was finally let go, tossed out from the basement that he was locked in after a year of torture and pain, unable to fight his way through without people taking notice of his existence as a vampire. The world wasn’t ready for it and he couldn’t risk it, not when he agreed to work under Oswald in order to keep the Shelby family safe and alive or so he thought.

Y/n went missing on the day that Polly was killed, for 4 years he was never to be seen again and leaving a bad impression on Thomas making him believe that he had left the family or had betrayed him, having no idea that he was trying to find his own ways to keep the Shelby family from losing anymore people. During his time locked up he heard very little of the family whenever Oswald paid him a visit, feeding him like usual and talking so highly about his latest wins and victories in politics and it letting it be known that he was reaching the high chair and reaching the top.

For a four years he remembered the smell of blood and vomit; Oswald was feeding him, but not correctly. The cruel man would bring innocent people to him in order to feed, knowing damn well that the vampire didn’t drink fresh human blood. He found ways to balance his diet without drinking from another human being after the first time he did. Feeling disgusted with himself he had no choice but to feed if he wanted to make it out of this place alive.

He remembers the cries of the people he drank from, lips covered in their blood as the life in their eyes die out. Once Oswald was satisfied with the results he left him alone with the corpse in his cell, letting him rot in guilt while vomiting up the blood he drank knowing that it wouldn’t do him any better. For four years he faced the torture of Oswalds men for those four years he was forced to lie about Thomas medical condition, making up fake reports of a disease in order to trick Thomas into thinking that he was dying.

For Oswald to get rid of his number one enemy and competitor.

After being released he spent his time looking for the Shelby family only to find nothing. Thomas was gone and so was the rest of his family. No trace of the family was left behind it was as if they all disappeared into thin air, leaving him on his own again. For the first few months he remained hidden from the public’s eye, not wanting to be recognized as the missing doctor of Birmingham. It felt like old times again, having to hide from the people as the years went on. As time moved forward he remained the same, having to adapt into the new century to come.

He watched as the world went on, watched as the fascists won and continued to rage on war onto their own people. It felt like history was repeating itself and he was there to witness it like always. It wasn’t until he noticed the news of Oswalds wedding, marrying the horrendous women that showed in the picture of the newspaper that his hand gripped. His blood boiled in anger at the thought of Oswald getting everything he wanted while he remained on his own, losing the only family he had left.

With rage blinding him he made his way towards the nearest place that could help him get to Oswald faster. Finding his way to Holford’s home, knowing that the man replaced him into becoming Thomas’ doctor for the past 3 years in order to get closer to the Shelby man.

Y/n had entered the property, ignoring the workers protest of him not being allowed inside as he walks further into the place, looking for the doctor until he hears a gun shot go off, getting his attention. He’s quick to rush towards the noise, standing at the entrance of a tunnel only to see the one person he never thought he would ever see again. He’s frozen in place, eyes wide while he stares into Thomas blue eyes.

Thomas stood at the other end of the tunnel, frozen in disbelief as he shakes his head slowly and murmurs to himself. “I’m seeing things.” He had seen his dead daughter and now he’s seeing a dead man that he once trusted with his whole life, telling himself that it wasn’t real.

“You’re in my head.” He says again only this time Y/n finally speaks up.

“Thomas?”

His voice was the same since Thomas last heard it, soft and warm. He wants to tell himself that it wasn’t real and that he died many years ago only for him to feel a warm pair of arms thrown around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Thomas stumbled back in his step, clearly in shock. His hands shook and his breath grew ragged.

“Hemlock?”

The doctor nods into Thomas shoulder, holding tight as Thomas gently placed a hand onto his back, feeling his heart beat. The feeling brings Thomas to tears, breaking down in front of them as his arm fully pulls him close.

Y/n knew that Thomas never cried unless needed too and he never judged the man for it as the two stand in the middle of the tunnel, holding each other close.

One relieved to have found someone they cared for and the other relieved to know that they haven’t lost everything.

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Thomas and Y/n had gotten far away from Holfords place, out on the hilltop where Thomas’ carriage burned in flames. Instead of Thomas running instead to save what he had of his family he instead mounted his horse with Y/n climbing behind him as they road off towards the hills, far away from the place. The ride between the two was in silence, Y/n had his forehead pressed against Tommy’s back, one arm around his torso while Thomas held the reigns with one hand and the other holding onto Y/n’s arm, wanting reassurance that he wasn’t seeing things again.

The warmth of his hand was enough for Thomas to know that he wasn’t dreaming.

It doesn’t take long for them to arrive near a lake, dismounting the horse in silence as Tommy ties the reigns and Y/n sits near the river, watching the fish swim and the water run downhill. He feels Thomas sit next to him as the two remain close to each other.

The silence is later broken by Thomas. “You disappeared, thought you died.” He began, he played with the pocket watch he held between his fingers. “I went looking for you after Polly died—I knew how much she meant to you and had to tell you, but you weren’t are the hospital nor at your house.”

Y/n’s focus is still on the fish remembering that it was the same day that he was taken by Oswald’s men, captured and locked away.

“I asked Alfie if he knew where you were and he didn’t.” Thomas licks his dry lips. “I thought Oswald got to you and killed you, but your a vampire you can’t kill one easily—“

“Oswald took me that night.” Y/n cuts in, interrupting Thomas and getting his attention. He doesn’t look away from the river. “Oswald knew I was a vampire…his ancestors hunted us for years and he followed into their footsteps. When he found out that I was associated with you and your family he took advantage and threatened me, used me, and I—“ He looks down, holding back the guilty tears as he speaks. “He told me that he wouldn’t hurt any of you if I left with him and I agreed.”

The silence that Thomas was giving him was enough for him to keep his eye focused elsewhere, not daring to look at the man that possibly hated him only to gasp when Thomas reached out to touch his hand, getting him to look up at the other man who only stared at him with eyes full of tears. “I thought you died.”

Y/n shakes his head. “I could have…”

Thomas held his hand tight the two siting close to each other as they listen to the river run.

“We’re both dead to the world and we both lost.” Said Thomas.

After finding out that his disease wasn’t true he had the ability to turn back to his family, but after a month of being gone is possible that everyone thought that he had killed himself. Everyone knew that Thomas Shelby wasn’t going to allow a disease to slowly kill him and would much rather put a bullet in his own head. His family and friends probably think he’s dead already and knows that he couldn’t return to them, not after everything he put them through.

Y/n knew that he wouldn’t have much time with Thomas, having to live on without him. Thomas will pass on and he will move forward, watching as the world grows. “What now?” He blurts out. Y/n usually had things planned and out and knew what to do for the next hundred years, but after what happened in the past five he felt lost.

Thomas was the same.

He was always two steps ahead of everyone, now he felt like he was two steps behind. “I don’t know…” His response was honest he really didn’t know.

The vampire sighs while the two stared ahead, lost in thought and unknown to them on whats to come next. The cold weather was approaching and soon the hills will be covered in snow and new life will start again once spring hits. Y/n had spent years watching the world move on while he stayed the same, having to change every new century, befriend new people, watch them die, and repeat the cycle again. Only this time, he couldn’t do it again, not alone.

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“What’s it like?”

“It’s like falling asleep and then you wake up.”

Thomas chuckled, head on the doctors lap as he stares at the night sky, stars shining down on them.

“There’s no turning back, Tommy.”

He rolls up his sleeve.

“I know.”

He bites into his own flesh, blood coating his lip.

“Then you know what you’ll face? It’s harder than it sounds.”

“Am I going to be alone?”

The doctor faintly smiles. “No.”

“Good.”

Their lips finally seal together.

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December 1954

Y/n was sitting in the living room a copy of Times in his hand as he reads through the article, pen in hand and biting down on it in concentration. “Who would have thought that in 20 years a bomb big enough to wipe out an entire city could be seen as the worlds biggest threat.” He speaks out loud, flipping the magazine page as he reads through the article of the “Grandfather of the atomic bomb” news had spread around the world that America had used an atomic bomb to target Japan.

Killing thousands of innocent people.

War was nothing new to Y/n and has seen it for many years and it always end the same with millions of lives being lost due to politics that he never liked or partook into. Whenever he was invited to parties or event during his time as a doctor he was always dragged into political conversations, always finding a way out of it and leaving the crowd before it got too serious for him to handle.

The doctor sighs and closed the Time’s magazine before tossing it onto the empty space on the couch. Until a pair of pale hands picks up the copy. “If you hate it so much why read it?” asked Thomas as he sits next to the other man, reading the magazine in his hand while the other held a cup of tea, taking a small sip as he reads the cover.

It’s been twenty years since Y/n had turned Thomas.

Twenty years since they’ve moved to the states and started new lives.

Thomas looked healthier than he used too and was still adjusting to life as a vampire, learning Y/n’s diet and consuming human foods whenever he pleases. Due to him looking healthier he also looked young for a sixty year old man, the thought merely makes the doctor chuckle since he, himself, was far older than Thomas.

“Perhaps I should stop reading the papers.” He comments, siting back in his spot while lying his head against the cushions while watching Thomas flip through the magazine.

Y/n remembers the first few years of Thomas adjustments, watching as life went on while he stayed frozen in time and struggling with his thirst. Y/n had promised him that he would be with him along the way and wasn’t going to break it, teaching Thomas how to feed and starting his own diet. Before the two left for the states, Thomas had watched over his family and watched as they moved on with their lives, making changes to his company and using the funds that he gave to them for their own children. He watched Arthurs struggle of losing another brother only to heal with the support of his wife, Lizzie and Charlie both move to the country side were she was able to relax from the chaos and death she faced, while Ada remained a widow with her two sons, still lost in the dark from Thomas not telling her the truth as to why he left.

Thomas always felt guilty for not telling her, but she had been through so much that he couldn’t bring himself to tell her and thought that leaving without saying anything would make things easier for him only it didn’t. He bid his silent farewells to his brother and sister before traveling across the ocean and to the states where both Y/n and Thomas were able to start over.

Y/n had caught Thomas outside siting on the porch every night since arriving to America, unable to sleep as he thought about his family. Y/n’s couldn’t blame him and knew what it felt like to leave everything behind, knowing that he couldn’t be present without letting it be known that they were vampires, but with time Thomas grew adjusted to the changes.

“Science takes you everywhere.” Thomas sighs out deeply while setting the magazine down and turning to face Y/n who was already looking at him with a faint smile on his lips, causing the other to furrow his brows.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Y/n shakes his head softly. “It’s nothing.” He repeats himself, clearly proud and admiring Thomas.

“Very well…” Thomas slowly raised the cup of tea to his lips as the sun hits the silver ring he wore on his left hand, getting the vampires attention as his eyes followed the gleaming ring. Not only had Y/n turned Thomas, but the two had secretly gotten married a few years back, knowing that it was illegal for same sex marriage to occur and resulted in terrible consequences that both Y/n and Thomas did their own ceremony in private.

The two wore their own silver rings and would often be asked who their ‘wives’ were when they attend neighborhood parties or work parties and the two always found ways to change the conversation, throwing them off from knowing their marriage.

Perhaps in the future they’ll be able to get officially married?

“Any new patients?”

Y/n hums in questioning, getting pulled out of his thoughts when hearing Thomas ask about his work. “There all the same, mostly soldiers that have gotten back from the war.” He explains. “A few are still struggling with the shit they’ve been through.”

“I know what that’s like.”

Thomas knew of the second war that was raging on with Germany and the amount of lives lost.

The two had lost Alfie in that war and knew how close Y/n was with the man that the news devastated him. The doctor kept his distance for a few days, letting the news sink in before he could accept the fact that Alfie was gone.

“Now Russia is targeting America, think will live through this one too?” Thomas chuckled at his words, lips forming into a small smile. “I think will be fine.”

Who would have thought that they would make it through a Cold War.

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January 2023

“—successful companies don’t just happen. Success requires nurturing, year after year, to assure that customers expectation not only are met, but also are exceeded. For this weeks assignment I want you all to research about any company or business that has succeed and to reasoning as to why.”

Thomas hears the rustling of bags being packed and the sound of laptops and notebooks being closed making him check the watch he wore and noticing that he went over ten minute of his class time. “I seem to have gone over my limit.” He chuckled, before dismissing his class. For years, Thomas had done different jobs; working in bars, politics, gambling, assassination, stay at home husband, and various others throughout the last sixty years.

He never thought that he’d enjoy being a professor and teaching business, having started when Y/n convinced him to give it a try due to his knowledge in business and knowing how to handle one since he used to own the Shelby Company.

It didn’t take Thomas long to get the job as a business professor.

His first semester only had twenty students, due to him being new not many students joined his class until the second semester hit. His list of students tripled surprising him by how much changed in such a short time.

When he told Y/n about it the doctor only grinned whiling telling him that his students tripled because of his good looks and not because of his lesson, but Thomas refused to believe his words and continued his teachings, oblivious to the fact that his husband was in fact correct and that majority of his students were only there for him.

“Is the professor available for a date?”

Thomas is startled by the sudden question, looking up from his paperwork to see Y/n standing on the other side of the desk, hands inside the pockets of the jacket he wore while a smirk spreads across his face.

“I have some papers to grade, but I can leave that on hold.” Thomas smiles in return while putting his stuff in his brief case while the doctor waits for him. In the last sixty years, Thomas never would have thought that he would see the world advance in such a way, watching the newer generation make changes to their own future, seeing things that he never thought he would see.

Even though Thomas was still stuck with his old ways he tried his best to fit in with the new world, having aged just a bit but not a lot to show how old he was really getting. He was in his hundreds alongside with Y/n, sticking together.

Once Thomas is done putting the papers inside his brief case along with the laptop he bought awhile back due to his old one no longer working properly. “Shall we go?” He raises a brow to Y/n who chuckled. “I’m always ready.”

He locks their arms together as the two walk out of the empty room.

[2braincellslz]

Hey!

Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.

Father Dearest

Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas

Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.

(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.

(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.

Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.

Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.

Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.

(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.

"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.

"God, I wish."

"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"

Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.

Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.

"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.

"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"

(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.

"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.

"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."

Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"

(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.

"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.

"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."

"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.

"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."

"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.

"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.

"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.

Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'

"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."

(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.

The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.

Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.

"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"

"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.

A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.

Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.

The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.

"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.

Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"

"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.

"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.

"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."

"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.

"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.

"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"

(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.

(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.

Arthur stared on about something or a another.

(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.

The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.

"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.

"No. I dont think you do."

"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."

"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.

"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."

"Nope, just got fired."

"Yet you dont have a death wish."

"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things

or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."

"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.

"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."

"And Thomas?"

"Thomas is a little better."

"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.

"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.

Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.

(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.

"What the fuck."

[spidey-x-male-reader]

I'm now writing for Peaky Blinders' Thomas Shelby

Who's gonna stop me

Hit me with your requests

[ayowhatnah]

s/n means son's name

m/n just being a protective dad

tommy just being a simp

---Third person pov---

M/n was minding his own business writing up some paper work when his son slowly push the door open and s/n slowly limped up to his father's table.

---M/n pov---

While writing up my paperwork when the door open and the person walked to my desk once they reached my desk I looked up and saw s/n standing there with tear's welding up in his eyes.

---Third person pov---

M/n stood up and rushed to s/n and wrapped his arms around him and soothe him rubbing his and up and down his son's back.

Once his son calmed down he asked who had beat him up and after m/n said those word's silence soon followed after but after a couple of second's later he spilt the beans on who had beaten him up.

and m/n was pissed to say the least some low life's had beaten him up because of who his dad worked with (aka the peaky blinders).

Once m/n called his assistant to take care of his son he grabbed his gun he stormed out of his office and on to the street's he asked where he could find these low life's.

Once he found the guy's he was going to enjoy his he grabbed his gun from his pistol from the holster and slowly stalked up to them once close to them the loaded the gun and was about to pull the trigger but then he heard someone's footstep's growing louder and louder as they grew closer.

Tommy was walking by whene he heard a gun getting loaded so he went to investigate slowly walking down the alley way he hold his gun pointing it to the person Infront of him.

Tommy made his self present by a cough which made the person Infront of him turned around and he saw m/n standing there with his gun in hand.

Tommy slowly lowered his gun and asked what the hell he's doing out there which m/n explain the entire situation to Tommy and Tommy was not to pleased.

Tommy walked up to m/n and wrapped his hand's around m/n waist and tugged m/n closer to him and kissed him on the lips and then let go of him and grabbed his hand and pulled him along with him but m/n refused to move so when Tommy turned around m/n just stood there staring where the two men were stand and Tommy let go of m/n arm and placed his hand on m/n cheek slowly creasing the cheek m/n felt disappointed that he didn't protected his only child.

Tommy let his hand drop and he placed his hand on m/n back slowly rubbing his hand up and down trying to soothe him.

Once they got to the shelby manoir Tommy had called a family meeting while m/n laid on his shared bed with Tommy.

So the peaky blinder's were on search for the to cunt's

While Tommy walked to the shared bedroom and climbed to the bed wrapping his arms around m/n's waist kissing m/n's neak .

While in the family meeting Tommy called m/n's assistant to drive s/n to the shelby manoir.

[notyour-valentine]

Steady ~ Tommy Shelby x male!Reader (Fluff)

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

Note: My first male!reader. Here is my [Masterlist].

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

Warning: Blood. Expect canon confirming tone, language and depiction of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. 

Request: yes ("Thomas Shelby with a reader who bleed from his nose due to fatigue.")

Wordcount: 1832 words

The light began to flicker for the fourth, no fifth time in the last ten minutes alone, sending shadows over the lines of writing that seemed to shrink in size the longer (Y/N) looked at them. 

He had done so for at least an hour now, maybe two, stuck on one and the same problem. 

I can't possibly be so stupid. The mistake has to be here somewhere. 

That much he knew. 

But beyond this page, he hadn't managed to narrow it down and the more often he repeated the calculations on the sheet next to him, the less sense it all made. 

There is a mistake and I can find it. I can fix it. 

He couldn't possibly go home without finding it. It would be capitulation, it would be failure. 

Pathetic. 

Especially since he had gotten so much done so far. 

The lamp flickered again, as if it was mocking him. 

Rubbing his tremble, he pressed the cold pen against it to relieve some of the throbbing. 

It was only a small help but he could cling to that as if it was a lifeline, a tiny bit more sanity, a little less agony. 

And right now, he was desperate for every last bit that would steady his breathing and soothe the pounding in his head. 

He heard it before he felt it, his eyes still forced shut in a pitiful last stand against the headache.

Drip. Drip. 

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open and saw the round circles of crimson, slowly spreading out on the pristine white page, like a flower spreading out its petals. 

Drip. 

No, no, no. 

He couldn't get it dirty, that would ruin it. One of his arms shot up, blocking the flow with his sleeve as he fidgeted with the folder to remove the paper before the blood could soak through and stain the other pages. 

He came too late for the next two pages, but the one after that had remained untouched. 

But that still left him with three pages of earnings that were ruined- that would have to be retyped before anyone found out. 

I can do it before anyone notices. I'll have to do it.

But before he could do that, he'd have to ensure that he didn't cause an even bigger mess at his desk. 

By now he could smell nothing but iron, and felt the spreading dampness of the soaked shirt reach his lips. 

When he stood, his head spun. His other hand braced itself against the desk, the next against Lizzie's, then the door and finally he reached the small kitchen. 

For a second, he allowed himself to just stand, both hands clutching the sink until his knuckles turned white as the blood dripped down into the sink. 

There was no use now, reaching for a handkerchief. He needed something bigger, something that would be able to soak up enough to prevent a mess. 

Searching around he found one of the discarded tea towels and grabbed it with one hand while pinching his nose with the other, in a desperate attempt to stop the flow. 

He threw it in the sink and turned on the tap, while the pounding in his head only grew stronger. 

This was the last thing he needed, the last thing any one of them needed. 

"The hell is going on here?", A sharp voice asked, making (Y/N) realise that it was the second to last thing he had needed. 

Still covering his face with his hands, he turned to face his boss- the boss of all Birmingham. 

"Nothing to worry about, Mr. Shelby.", He said quickly, his hip hitting the counter. 

"I'll put the papers in order, don't worry. Please."

Tommy Shelby's brow furrowed as he closed the distance between them. 

"Why the hell are you bleeding? Did anyone try to take the earnings?"

(Y/N) shook his head, only to feel a stabbing pain at the side of it. 

A curse slipped from his lips, allowing blood to enter his mouth

He already tasted nothing but, so it made little difference and yet it made him cough. 

"Fucking hell.", Tommy hissed as he pulled his hands away as if they belonged to a child and not a grown man. 

Whatever he saw made his icy blue eyes widen. 

"You look like you've taken a proper beating.", He said through clenched teeth. 

"I didn't, though."

He hadn't taken a beating or stood his ground in a fight. He hadn't been strong or brave, but weak. Weak enough to let his nerves get the better of him again. 

Tommy Shelby looked at him confused. 

"Why are you bleeding?", He demanded to know, repeating the question from before but with less haste and more suspicion lacing his words. 

If it were any other man, he would have waved it off, had shrugged and refused to answer, but one didn't do that with Tommy Shelby. Not in this and not ever. 

"This happens sometimes.", He mumbled into his already dark sleeve, but that didn't do much good. So he reached for the towel and balled it up in his hands before pressing his face into it, leaning forward.

It made his whole body sway. 

"Steady on!", Tommy warned, one hand finding his back and the other clasping itself over the towel. 

"Can you still breath like this?", He wanted to know. 

(Y/N) muttered a faint affirmation and heard his boss inhale deeply. 

He expected him to move back, to walk away and leave him to his nosebleed and worries. And perhaps a part of him would even have preferred it. 

Instead, he kept standing right there, one hand on his back and the other holding the towel, so close that he could listen to the sound of his heartbeat. 

Even as the minutes passed, he stayed. 

(Y/N) didn't know for how long they had stood there, but his own arm was getting weak. If Tommy Shelby felt a similar strain, he didn't let it show. 

"'s better now.", He finally assured him when the ache in his arm became too much. 

When he removed the towel he took a deep breath. Even if his nose wasn't bleeding anymore, it would soon be crusted with blood. 

Wrinkling it in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the itch, he turned away, only to be pulled back around by his hand. The grip was determined but not forceful. 

"You look like a pig after being slaughtered.", Tommy said. 

Glancing down at himself, he knew he must have a point. His one sleeve was completely soaked, having caught most of his blood, but a decent portion had dripped down to his shirt, staining it beyond salvation. 

With one hand he held him in place, as the other pulled forth a handkerchief and held it under running water. 

"It'll get ruined.", (Y/N) argued, but Tommy only scoffed as he began to clean the blood off of him with almost military diligence, one hand under his chin. 

"When does this happen, eh?", He wanted to know as he dabbed around his nose gently. 

"When there's a lot going on.", (Y/N) mumbled. "When there's a lot to do and little time to do it."

He crooked one eyebrow once again, which proved to be a better inquisition technique than the Spanish ever thought of. 

"I wanted to get the numbers finished, the one John brought in."

"We don't need them for another week.", Tommy reminded him, twisting the handkerchief around his finger to gain more control in an attempt to get every last bit of blood. 

"I wanted to get it done. There was an inconsistency and I couldn't figure it out. I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby."

That man only needed to snap his fingers and he'd be out on his back, or worse. His words carried more power here than any other, but he also didn't need to get others to do his dirty work. Tommy Shelby was perfectly capable of doing that by himself. 

And yet the very same hands that cut and beat and killed and blinded were now strangely gentle as they removed any trace of the blood. 

"I'll tell you why,", he scoffed. "It's a Friday night and you've been here since what? Eight am? Six? Still trying to do numbers. No wonder you can't find anything."

His mouth ran dry with shame, as the other man shook his head. 

A thin line of thought formed between his brows and it stayed there as he continued to work at his face with cold water, his own handkerchief and dedication, until he was pleased with his handiwork. 

Once finished, he tossed the handkerchief and the towel into a corner. 

"Right, here's what we will do.", He said, clearing his throat. "You won't come in tomorrow. Or the day after. Take the weekend off and rest, you hear me?"

So I'm not fired? 

"Monday you arrive no earlier than eight and you bring the books to my office and we'll figure it out together, yes?"

"I can do them tomorrow, Mr. Shelby.", He offered quickly. 

"I'm not asking, (Y/N).", Tommy hissed. "Take a day to rest and a day to enjoy yourself. Take some girl dancing or whatever you young people do these days. Think of something other than numbers."

To another, this offer might seem tempting. Not to him though. 

"I don't go dancing.", He told the tips of his shoes. 

"You don't like dancing?", His boss wanted to know. 

He spoke without thinking and regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, like arrows shot before proper aim was taken. 

"Don't like the expectations that come after."

To his surprise, Tommy Shelby snorted on amusement. 

"Well, you've got all of Saturday to figure out what you're doing on Sunday."

For a moment he hesitated, unsure if his next words would fall on sympathetic ears. 

"And if you can't come up with anything, be here at eight. But don't bring your briefcase, 'cause you won't be doing numbers."

Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to look at him confused. 

"What then?"

The faintest hint of a smile played on his lips as he tilted his head to one side. 

"I'm going to look at how my race horse is doing and some country air would do you good."

Before he could voice his doubt or his concern, or assure him that while he was grateful for the offer, he couldn't possibly accept, he felt Tommy's hand on his shoulder. 

"Come on.", He insisted, urging him forward. 

(Y/N) glanced back at the crumpled towels, and the light that yet flickered on his desk- remembering the stained papers. 

"But the mess. I have to-"

"Someone else'll fix it.", He insisted sharply undermining any chance he would have at an argument. But then his tone softened. 

"Now come, I'll drive you home."

End.

Thank you for reading! I’d be very grateful for feedback of any kind! If you are interested in more, here is my [Masterlist]

Tags: @lilyrachelcassidy

[issdisgrace]

Shit I'm sorry I didn't notice the request info-

Okay, can I please request Thomas Shelby x Tall and buff male reader who's the sweetest thing on earth but has one "flaw".

He's too damn handsy. Place, time, people, pffff, suit, shirt, naked, he doesn't care.

He just really loves Thomas man tits and his ass.

Not in a teasing way, it just makes him relax.

Just Thomas's reaction and how he's dealing with it. Whatever.

Thank you~ 💕

4 TIMES MR. HANDSY STRUCK

WARNINGS: Accidental groping, purposeful groping, swearing, yeah thats about it.

A/N: I hope you like this. I had a fun time writing this, so please feel free to request again.

Y/n was a tall and buff man. He looked like he could kill anyone without a second thought. But in reality, he was the kindest and sweetest thing to ever walk the earth. He was a gentle giant in all senses of the word. But there was one thing about the man that many would consider a flaw. It was the fact that he was handsy, very handsy when it came to his partner, Thomas Shelby. The man couldn’t keep his hands off Tommy. So here are 4 scenes in which Y/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Walking down the streets of Birmingham on the way to The Garrison. It was quiet and peaceful; the sun had actually been out. Unlike most other days in Birmingham. Y/n had his arm wrapped around Tommy’s waist as they walked, casually talking. Tommy hadn’t realized Y/n’s hand slipping closer and closer to his ass until the man squeezed it, causing Tommy to yelp in surprise.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, that all.”

Tommy says brushed it off, and the two continued their walk.

The Garrison was loud with hustle and bustle of the man drinking inside. In a corner booth sat the Shelby family and, of course, Y/n. The family talked and drank, Y/n adding in every once in a while not want to interrupt those who were speaking. Y/n threw his arm overs Tommy’s shoulder and continued onto listening to the conversation at hand. Without even realized himself, his hand moved down and now was on Tommy’s chest. It wasn’t until John made a joke about it out that he and Tommy realized.

“Y/n, you done feeling up my brother for the night? It’s a bit distracting.”

Y/n’s face flushed, and he quickly unwrapped his arm around Tommy, covering his face in pure embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He mumbled in his hands as the family had a laugh.

It was sometime after 10pm when Y/n managed to covince Tommy to call it quits for the night and join him in bed. Y/n sat in bed paeintly waiting for Tommy to be done with his night routine and join him. Eventually Tommy join him and they curled up togeather. They talked for a little bit until Tommy relized Y/ns hands found there way to his chest.

"My prince, can you explain to me how your hands always seem to find my chest."

"I'm sorry. I didnt mean to."

"Shh. It is ok my prince. Im just curious."

"I dont know. I guess touching them grounds me. It makes sure i know that everyting going on is real. But i guess it also calms me. I'm sorry if i make you uncomfortable. I can stop."

"Its fine my prince. I dont mind."

Tommy was hosting a party for the Peaky Blinders in order to celebrate some of their new achievements. The rowdy men happily drank the beer that was in the house and chatted. Tommy leaned against the bar, talking to Polly when Y/n came up behind him, grabbing his ass gently with both hands. Then resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy turned his head slightly to look at you.

“Do you need anything, my prince?”

“No, just a little bored.”

“Ok.” Tommy said, then returning to talk to Polly.

The Shelbys, minus Tommy, who was nowhere to be seen, were sitting around having a drink at The Garrison

“Is it me or is Y/n really handsy with Tommy? I feel like half the time I see him with him, he’s either grabbing Tommy’s butt or his chest. It’s fucking weird.” Arthur slurs slightly, the alcohol getting to him a bit.

“Oh no, he is. You're definitely not imaging it, Arthur.” Ada says.

“Sometimes I think the poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s doing.” Polly adds in.

“Its fucking funny as hell. Have you seen the way some newcomers react when they see it happening? It’s fucking priceless. Their eyes get all wide and shit and they look like they’ve seen the most traumatic thing in the world.” John said.

“I’ve heard some newcomers people ask around, asking if it was a normal thing.” Finn adds.

“I know it’s also grate to see their reactions when they're told it’s a normal occurrence.” John says. After he says that, out of nowhere Tommy appearing

“What are we discussing this fine evening?”

“Nothing.” The other Shelby boys say at the same time like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

[urdadssidehoe]

I’m highly disappointed with the severe lack of Peaky blinders X male readers there are

[lavender-romancer]

Fools

Part One Tommy Shelby x male reader CW: internalised homophobia, sexual themes

There was a secret you had always kept about yourself, only giving yourself to strangers and being yourself in the shadows. You were a fool to think that anything but hurt feelings and betrayal would be the result.

AN: Tommy is not married to Lizzie and Ruby does not exist

”*°•.˜”*°•. ˜”*°•. ˜”*°••°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜

The chance meeting of Thomas Shelby took the wind out of your chest. A man who was so unencumbered by guilt, that he did as he pleased and didn't care what other thought of him.

As you sat in a gentlemen's club in London, you were taken by a stranger that looked like he could, and would charm any person. He looked so familiar but you couldn't place him. His eyes looked so full of something, it wasn't life or even sadness but something behind his eyes made it hard to look away. You hadn't noticed how much you were staring until he began walking to you.

"Can I get you a whisky?" He asked and you paused, choosing your words.

"Yes, thank you." You turned back to the bar and looked down at your drink.

"Now you find it hard to reach my gaze?" He asked and you sensed a hint of humor.

"I'm sorry, I was just admiring," you paused. "Your tie. Chosen by your wife, I assume?" You asked.

"I have no wife," he said before finishing his own whisky.

"Ah, me neither," you said quietly. "What business are you in?"

"Betting and alcohol, I'm also an MP ." As he said it you realised that was why you thought you knew him.

"Mr Shelby? I think I remember now." You nodded and took a swig of whisky.

"Thomas, please. And you are?" Thomas asked.

"Y/n," you have him a small smile.

"What brings you to London?" He asked with the hint of a smile.

"Business, I'm looking for some new suppliers and wanting to see the competition down here." You leant your elbow on the bar.

"Hmm, what business are you in?" Tommy asked, lighting a cigarette and holding the case out to you from which you took one.

"Gun manufacturing. It's a family business from before the war but in my control now." Tommy's eyes seemed to perk up at the mention of that.

"I'm looking into buying a gun manufacturing warehouse or shares in an existing company." His eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, a constant and never ending pressure to say the right thing.

"I could always advise you, if you're interested." You said staring into his eyes. He took out his cigarette and in one movement drank the rest of his whisky with his eyes never leaving yours. The fact you found his scent of alcohol and cigarettes so enticing worried you slightly. You wanted to be near him.

"I'll take you up on that offer." You said quietly, he took out a business card and wrote down something on it before handing it to you.

"Use that word and I'll know it's you." Tommy stood up and straightened his coat, you could only stare up at him in awe of his beauty.

"I intend to, Mr Shelby." You let a small smile tug at your lip before he turned and left.

Everyday it seemed harder to resist calling the number Tommy gave you. Not that you didn't want to, but what did it mean? What would be the end result of all of this without hurting the both of you? Regardless, the sexual tension brought up even in that brief interaction with the Brummie had made you incapable to stop thinking about his form: his strong shoulders, his overpowering demeanor, beautiful eyes and… fuck. You'd given yourself a boner at the mere mental conception of him.

You found yourself at an underground nightclub prolific for its police raids and promotion of 'solicitation and sodomy' as the papers put it. But your options were limited to intense unhappiness with a woman, repression or risking being arrested to feel some kind of affection. The more you drank the more you were willing to forget the man next to you wasn't Thomas Shelby. You began to imagine him here, in a dark room surrounded by cigarette smoke, walking over to you and pushing you into a wall before doing whatever he wanted.

Regardless of what Tommy really thought of you, he had awakened something in you that couldn't be denied. He was in your every thought and simultaneously the focus point of your dreams. It was almost ridiculous.

Your unconscious thoughts wouldn't let you forget him, every time you saw a man in a peaked cap that night you'd make a b-line for him. Kissing every man you could find with any possible aesthetic connection to Thomas. You even drank more whisky than usual that night, to remind you of his unmistakable scent of spirits and smoke.

As you walked through to another room of the club holding a cigarette in your mouth you were amazed to see what was in front of you. The unmistakable form of Thomas Shelby was sitting in a booth, whisky in hand as he kissed a smaller man sitting on his lap. You honestly had to open and close your eyes a few times before believing it. Going back to the bar you had two small vodkas before grimacing and walking back into the next room, seeing Tommy sitting alone in the booth you sat across the room, facing him. Lighting a cigarette you stared at him, in an alcohol infused confidence, with a goal of gaining his attention.

It didn't take long for Thomas to feel your eyes on him, he slightly turned his head and saw you. Tie hanging loose around your neck, three buttons undone on your shirt as you almost seductively sat smoking a cigarette directly staring at him. Tommy didn't know if this was some type of power play but either way he was aroused. The dark lighting and alcohol fuelled excitement of the wordless interaction made him want to pull you close.

Tommy stood up and your heartbeat quickened as your chest got tighter, heat rising to your chest the closer he got. He leant down and got close to your ear.

"Come with me." Tommy whispered before turning around and walking away, you quickly got up and followed him. He walked out through a back office and you couldn't help but think he was about to kill you but, the erection in your trousers still persisted regardless of the danger. Tommy sat down in the large green leather desk chair as you stood awkwardly in front of the desk not knowing where to go from here. You instead walked to the small drinks trolley near the desk with your back to Thomas, pouring the two of you a glass of whisky. You'd just finished pouring the second glass when you felt Thomas' presence close behind you. Placing down the bottle of whisky you lent your hands on the trolley, your knees feeling as if they might fail if he touched you.

Tommy's hands began moving up your back and along your shoulders, you could only hear him breathing as you focussed on his touch. His touch only served to excite you more as his hands moved around your waist and up your chest till you could feel his touch on the bare skin of your chest. Tommy moved closer and leant his cheek on your back, arms enclosed around you as his hands rubbed up and down your torso. You slowly moved your hands up to his and began to stroke his arms, attempting to soothe the concerns he had silently laid out for you.

Tommy was gripping you tightly and moved closer until his body was pressed against your back, your hand crossed over your body and began to run through his hair. Comforting the supposedly imposing leader felt almost proper, without a word spoken he had allowed you to be close to him, allowing you into an understanding of trust that only men like you could have.

You slowly began to turn around, Tommy's grip loosening as you turned. His head was bowed, perhaps unable to meet your gaze or consumed by the same shame you felt about yourself. Either way you ran your hand around his body and slowly began kissing his neck. With your other hand you gently pushed his head to the side and kissed up his neck before licking his ear, eliciting a moan from his lips.

There was suddenly a loud noise from outside and the two of you turned your heads towards the door. You both knew that it could be anything but a raid was the most likely so you ran out of the backdoor together. No words were spoken as you walked away from the club but there was an understanding. That you now knew something about the other that wasn't conceivable to others. A secret that was unutterable to another.

"Do you want to come back-" you began and Tommy turned to you before abruptly saying-

"No." He lit a cigarette and began walking off another direction leaving you confused with tears in your eyes.

"Mr Shelby," you called and he turned, looking similarly emotional in his eyes but you doubted he would ever admit it.

"Yes?" He asked in a curt tone that completely juxtaposed the tenderness he had shown you before.

"Shall I call your office, when I return to Birmingham?" You asked hopefully, Thomas took a moment- silently pondering on how much he wanted to see you again accompanied by the everlasting shame- before nodding.

He turned and continued walking away from you. You pulled your tie off your neck and folded it, watching Tommy's figure grow smaller before walking back to your flat.

The events of that night a few weeks ago played over in your mind more than you care to admit. No longer dreamed up intimacy or fantasies about how his touch felt. You could feel his hands on your body, hear his breath and smell his cologne. Everytime you indulged yourself with 'self-satisfaction', you would feel him on your body and be kissing his neck all over again. Tommy existed in your thoughts through every meeting, every phone call, every intoxicated night. It felt so real that you could have been told it was all a dream itself. Maybe it hadn't been him, maybe someone who looked like him. But all you could think about was kissing his neck once more.

It had been around a month before you had the courage to phone his office. The word he had given you was violet. How you were supposed to work that into conversation you didn't know but you had to see him again, even if only for business.

"Shelby company limited, Lizzie speaking, how can I direct you?" The receptionist asked from the other end of the line.

"Good afternoon, I met Mr Shelby in London and we wanted me to set up a meeting to discuss stocks in my gun manufacturing company. I wondered if I could speak to him?" You gripped your elbow with your hand.

"Were you given a business card?" She asked.

"Yes, it was…" you paused. "Violet?" You were so unsure of whether this was the right way to say the word that it almost sounded like a question, after a moment she replied.

"I'll connect you now sir, thank you." You let out a sigh of relief and sat back in your chair.

"Thomas Shelby," his voice said down the line and your lips parted. Hearing his voice elicited a reaction you had never experienced, a complete and immediate tension in your chest at the need to impress him.

"Thomas, it's me." You said quietly and heard silence from the other end.

"We can set up a meeting as soon as you're available," he responded and you worried that what fleeting intimacy transpired between you was just that, fleeting.

"Yes," you paused, feeling as if you might choke up. '"I can have my secretary clear my week to discuss anything of merit. I can be in Birmingham tomorrow if that's too your convenience"

"That sounds appropriate, is two o'clock convenient?" He asked and you audibly sighed before agreeing and putting down the phone.

It felt that once again you had got involved with a man who may be the same way you were but married to a woman, not willing to accept what he was. You had been with so many men that marry women, so many that make you feel like it might be different but, less and less you opened up to the possibility of anything but sex or just ignoring one another outside of being alone. Tommy sounded like the latter, at least it seemed outside of genuine business he would ignore you and what transpired between the two of you.

The following day you were standing at Euston station with your case, frustrated with yourself at this wild fucking goose chase for a man you had met twice. A man who had shown you nothing but contempt outside of wanting comfort. The journey was filled with you reading and trying to not think about the way he touched you. The way his touch made you feel at home.

The pervasiveness of this alienating feeling could have made you consider jumping in front of the very train you were to catch but, it wouldn't be proper. This feeling of eventual rejection was not new and by this point it should have been predicted by you or at least anticipated. At least when you slept with women they didn't make you feel like a mistake or a bad decision made off the cuff. You may not have loved women but you thought you could be close to one and possibly retain a semblance of happiness.

next part Peaky Blinders Taglist: @queenofkings1212 @severewobblerlightdragon @cl5369 @fairypitou @stressedandbandobessed7771 @shadow-of-wonder @hipsternoionlylikeunicorns @curled-hair-red-lips @lucystivinsky1315

[d3lta-2005]

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

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

TW: cannon typical violence

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

*Thomas Shelby*

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

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

*Arthur Shelby*

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

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

*John Shelby*

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

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

*Michael Grey*

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

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

[miniminiujb]

Mau Perdedor

Você apertava a cela da sua égua e batia de leve, os passos do animal aumentaram, o barulho dos cascos batendo contra o chão era abafado pelos os barulhos de sua risada.

"Vamos Thomas!", Você gritou animado, olhando de leve para trás e observando seu marido sobre um cavalo preto que perseguia freneticamente atrás de você. "Pensei que você souber andar de cavalo!".

"Não me subestime!", Thomas gritou, o cavalo preto correu mais rápido, se aproximando rapidamente. Você sorriu e olhou para frente, seus olhos se apertaram focando na árvore com folhas alaranjadas, ali era ponto de chegada. Puxando a rédea e diminuindo a velocidade, sem demorar muito você já estava em baixo da árvore.

Você riu quando o cavalo de Thomas parou ao seu lado, você virou o rosto na direção dele. "Eu ganhei!", Você disse animado.

"Percebi", Thomas falou com tom de ironia. Ele desceu do cavalo e olhou para você. Descendo rapidamente da égua e andando para ficar ao lado dele. Passando os dedos sobre os cabelos escuros de Thomas e sorrindo.

"Você não sabe perder...", Você disse descendo as mãos para colocar em cada lado do rosto dele. "Quero um prêmio", você comentou apoiando a sua testa contra a dele.

"Vou arranjar mais tarde", ele disse baixo, passando os braços por sua cintura e puxando você para mais perto. Vocês ficaram naquela posição por um tempo, antes que Thomas corresse até o cavalo, e sair em disparado em direção da mansão em que vocês moravam. "vamos ver quem ganha agora!", Thomas gritou.

"Você é um trapaceiro!", Você respondeu entra gritos e correu na direção da sua égua. "Vamos lá menina, temos chances ainda", você disse guiando sua égua em direção da mansão.