#tommy shelbly x reader

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BACK TO DECEMBER | TOMMY SHELBY

BASED ON | TOMMY REALLY WANTED TO GO BACK IN TIME TO WHEN YOU WERE JUST HIS. PAIRING | TOMMY X F!READER. WARNINGS | EXES, CURSING, ANGST, DRINKING, PART 1?

That night, the Garrison Pub seemed quieter than usual. The familiar clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversations filled the air, but there was a somber undertone that even the dim, warm glow of the gaslights couldn't dispel. Men with drinks at their tables drank without paying attention to their surroundings, immersed in conversations with friends, forgetting the hard day's work. No one noticed how the atmosphere was more bitter… almost nostalgic.

Except for Tommy; he was observing everything from the office door. His flat cap in his left hand, while his right hand held a cigarette to his lips. Releasing the smoke from his mouth, he began making his way to the bar door for the family meeting Polly had scheduled. A family meeting he wasn’t invited to.

The fact burned a part of his mind and filled him with rage. Why the hell would Polly gather the family but exclude him? There was something they obviously didn’t want him to know. Something he was determined to find out. Damn it, if they thought he wouldn’t discover the meeting and investigate what was going on, they were wrong.

December had arrived again, the cold seeping through his heavy wool coat and touching his skin, but he continued his way without paying attention. The Birmingham streets were quiet, the occasional flicker of a streetlamp illuminating the cobblestones slick with recent rain. His eyes were fixed on the path, but his mind was everywhere. He couldn’t stop thinking, he had no moment of peace. Not since that day, the day he held the phone in one hand while holding a piece of paper with a number written on it in the other. The calendar marked the day with a red circle, seeming to judge him, hoping he would finally do it, that the courage he always claimed to have would make him call you for your birthday.

But what was he supposed to say? They hadn’t talked in a long time. Not since those words came out of your mouth. Those damn words that sent Tommy into a whirlwind of emotions. Emotions that were unknown to him. He didn’t understand at that moment that it was an opportunity at the beginning of a fulfilling life. A life he let die with the roses you gave him the day you opened your heart.

“I don’t understand,” you murmured. Your gaze fixed on the white flowers you had brought him as a small gesture to mark the beginning of the last month of the year. A girl was passing by selling them, and when you saw them, you immediately thought of him and how, the first time he took you to see his horses, he gave you a white rose. That day was etched in your mind as well as in your heart. You didn’t know how there were such beautiful flowers at this time of year, but you took it as a sign of the courage to finally confess to Tommy, hoping to strengthen and officially start what, in your eyes, you believed was mutual. Oh, how wrong you were.

“What don’t you understand, _____?” Tommy ran his hands over his face, feeling trapped. He didn’t really know where, but he could feel the walls of the room closing in even more as time passed.

“Tommy, how can you say this to me?” You shook your head incredulously. “This… I, I gave you everything. We see each other every day, we practically live together, and now you tell me this?” With each passing second, you felt the knot in your throat intensifying, and the heat in your chest burning you. “We’ve been together for a year now—”

“Don’t confuse things, _____. We are not together.” This time Tommy, for some reason even he didn’t know, spoke slowly and carefully. Almost in a way that was trying to convince you that you were mistaken, that it wasn’t love you both had. Or maybe he was just trying to convince himself. “We said it when we started sleeping together, and I repeat it to you. It’s only for mutual benefit. Nothing more, hmm?”

You laughed without joy and looked at the ceiling while feeling your eyes welling up. You cursed under your breath. You had never been one to show your feelings or even talk about them, but you felt so secure with him that for some reason you decided to put your heart on the table, only for it to be stabbed by the one you were completely in love with.

Tommy slowly lifted his gaze from the desk and fixed it on you. A discomfort and a bitter taste in his mouth seemed to want to tell him something he decided to ignore and focus on what he believed was best for both of them.

“Freedom, _____.” He said with his eyes on you. “Freedom to do what we want, do you really want to lose that? It’s not worth it.”

You lowered your head for a few seconds, trying to process the shame, pain, and anger that were driving you mad at that moment. How dare he say that freedom was his priority over you? You, who gave everything to stay by his side. Ignoring the looks, the whispers, insults, and pointing fingers at you to support him in all his decisions. The nights you gave up sleep to watch over his well-being were a waste in his eyes. He never wanted you or what you gave him and were willing to give. He only wanted someone to sleep with and vent to, someone to entertain him on his boring nights. You didn’t see it. Maybe all your judgment was clouded by his blue eyes that seemed to want to take you to heaven. And he did, he took you to the highest point only to let you go, and now you found yourself shattered on the ground of reality.

“Fuck you, Tommy. You and your stupid fictitious freedom.” You said through clenched teeth. “You want to be free? Congratulations, Tommy, you already are. You freed yourself from me.”

That had been the last time Tommy had seen you. Exactly a little over a year ago when you showed up in his office, as beautiful as always. With a coat that Ada had given you because you were that important to everyone, you had become someone special to the Shelbys, and when you decided to take the much-desired step of officially becoming a couple, Tommy simply rejected it.

The last thing he heard from you was when Polly, with a disappointed look, announced that you had gone back to London with your sister. They didn’t want to tell him anything more about you. He understood, he knew it was because of his actions and saying that you decided to leave the town. After all, you were from there, you had only fallen in love with the town when you came to visit a friend and decided to stay. Or that’s what you told everyone to avoid saying the obvious. That you stayed for him.

Over time he thought he had forgotten you, believed he had made the right decision by prioritizing what he so often called freedom, and futilely tried to believe he didn’t love you. But he was so wrong. Time was only a brief moment of forgetfulness, only to come back and take him back to those September nights where everything seemed perfect. Where he held you in his arms at night while listening to the beat of your heart, which was his favorite melody to calm his demons and fill him with a peace he thought he had lost. When you waited for him until late at night just to tend to his wounds, or listen to him talk about things that bothered him, or simply hold him. Kissing you seemed to be the remedy that cured everything, making love to you was the perfect union of their two souls. So beautiful, so bright that only the darkness of his selfishness prevailed and let everything crash to the ground.

Lately, he found himself returning to the past more than usual, but this time it was different. It wasn’t his dark past, the one he cursed remembering. Instead, it was a happy past because you were in it, in all his memories you were always there. By his side, holding him, loving him.

Without realizing it, he was already at the door of Polly’s house. He took his cap off his head and shook off the snow. His hands covered by black leather gloves turned the doorknob but paused briefly to hear laughter.

They weren’t accustomed to laughing so much, to sounding so cheerful… so happy. What the hell was going on?

Efficiently, Tommy opened the door and his breath caught in his throat at the scene before him. Everything seemed to have stopped. Even his heart.

“_____…” Tommy said softly upon seeing you in the living room, sitting with Polly, Ada, and John. All happy while drinking tea, and Tommy felt his body go numb. “You’re back.”

“Hello, Tommy.”

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DADDY’S NOT SO LITTLE GIRL

Tommy Shelby x Daughter! Reader

Warnings/info: comedy, smut, awkward parenting, Tommy being awkward, second-hand embarrassment.

Summary: Young (Y/n) and her boyfriend get caught in the worst situation possible.

Tommy came home from a rather tame day at 'work'. His brothers were behind him putting the car away with some of the guns. He lazily lit a cigarette and opened the door. There was a loud smack coming from upstairs and he froze.

A high pitch scream rang in the house and his blood went clod, he hastily reached for his gun and raced upstairs. The only person home at this time would be his daughter or the maids. But he knew that scream. He stumbled over some stairs not bothering with the fact he broke a vase and ran to his daughter's room.

“Daddy please!” She cried and her body shook.

He pulled her hair back and kissed her fiercely. He quickly pulled his hand away and smirked against her lip as her thighs were twitching and jerking from the overstimulation. He then turned her onto her stomach and his hand came down on her ass harshly. She looked at him with crying eyes of pleasure and bit her lip.

“I’m not through with you yet, little one.” His deep voice made her brows furrow and move to roll over onto her back as he pulled her by the waist and sunk into her. She let her eyes close and her voice takes over. She lay limp as he raised her thighs over her shoulder and he bent down with her legs still pulled up to kiss her. His thrusts this time were slow but hard.

“You like this? Hm?”

She made a sound of agreement against his lips. Each time he pulled out, he was just barely inside her before thrusting in suddenly.

“Your cunt is perfect, baby.”

She whined and turned her head to the side.

“So fucking tight,” he nipped at her neck and picked up the pace.

“So pretty.”

Faster.

"Daddy! Please! Stop!" If he continued, she would be left in shambles of high ecstasy.

Her cries got louder and he went fast again. The pace and made her literal putty. She had her head digging back into the bed as her hands clawed all over his back at the utter deepness of him insider her.

She gasped and gasped as she came again. Her high did not seem to cease. She didn’t know how much time had passed when her throat went silent and she could only whimper, and when he finally came deep inside her.

"(Y/n)!"

They both jumped in surprise when her father stood there gun pointed and his face paler than it usually was. Ben, her boyfriend, hastily covered her up.

"What the fuck is going on here!" He bellowed and looked between the boy and his daughter who was... slicked in sweat and bruises.

"Dad, please-"

He turned the gun to the boy, "Get the fuck away from her you bastard."

Ben was nervous and scared. He covered his groin and looked to (Y/n) who was wrapping the sheet around her.

"Did he hurt you, (Y/n)...."

"Dad-"

"You're fucking bruised up, I need to know what he did!"

He let out a warning shot and Ben winced.

"Jesus, mate!"

Arthur and John heard the gunshot and raced up. This mustn't have been good. But when they came to, they saw their niece naked with only a bedsheet and a scared boy hiding behind the bed.

"M-Mister Shelby this isn't what it looks like! We swear!"

Tommy stepped forward and (Y/n) immediately jumped to her feet to stand between them.

"DAD! NO! You never see me barging in when you're fucking with one of your whores! Please!"

John put two and two together before laughing loudly. They all turned to him.

"John-"

"Oh come off it, Tommy! You just cockblocked your own daughter!"

Arthur laughed and it was as if the room felt even hotter.

Tommy looked at them and she was holding his hand. The poor boy was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

He narrowed his eyes and fled before anything else happened.

John sent (Y/n) a wink, "Finish up, kid. I'm sure your father would like to talk to you after."

He and Arthur shut the door behind themselves and the couple relaxed.

"What the fuck... I thought you said he wasn't going to be home! This is not how I wanted to meet your father, (Y/n)!" Ben groaned and flopped down on the bed.

She winced and crawled behind him, "Believe me, love... neither did I."

Tommy needed a drink. Something strong. Something to fucking gouge his eyes out. He stumbled onto the couch in the living room and groaned into his hands.

Arthur sat next to him and patted his back, "Don't worry about it, Tommy. It was bound to happen at some point. The girl is already eighteen."

He shook his head, "It's not that.... she.. she was calling out to me. Daddy this, Daddy that. Fuck..."

He threw back his drink and John laughed.

"No wonder she doesn't call you that anymore."

He winced. He felt the back of his neck turn hot and his stomach churn. It was established that she was no longer his little girl.

"Dad..." (Y/n) had now come down. She was dressed in something simple with her hair lazily tied back. The boy behind her had his hair tousled and his shirt still unbuttoned and he couldn't even look at them.

He got a good look at him.

"Ben fucking Winters...christ (Y/n) he is fucking 24." He clenched his jaw and her cheeks went hot.

"So? I'm legal now-"

"When did you meet..." He menaced and Arthur pulled John into the other room, well knowing that this would be an awkward talk.

(Y/n) huffed and pulled Ben to sit next to her.

"Don't worry about it okay? Look, I'm sorry you came home to... this."

"I didn't want to meet you like this, Mister Shelby. I really do love your daughter. She... she-"

He held a hand up and that shut him up. He finally looked up at (Y/n) and sighed.

"You.... You were calling for me. I thought you were hurt."

Her cheeks flushed red and she brushed her hair over her shoulder, "I-I wasn't."

He made a face and realized. He winced even more, "Is this why you stopped calling me... that?"

She nodded and Ben looked down. Tommy turned to the boy who was trying his best to ignore him.

"Fuck...What the fuck..." He whispered and ran a tired hand over his face.

"Look... I-I will always be your daughter and you were never supposed to see me like this. There are no excuses, I-I don't know what to say..."

Tommy huffed, "Ben fucking Winters."

The boy then looked up at him and swallowed.

"You fucking hurt her..... you're fucking cut. You hear?"

Ben nodded.

"Now fuck off."

Ben turned to (Y/n), who quickly gave him a nod and he practically ran out. She then slumped against the couch and crossed her arms.

"Now what, you're going to keep me from seeing him?"

"He was hurting you! You have bruises, (Y/n)!"

She laughed, "Like you haven't had your fair share of fucking with something a bit rougher."

"(Y/n)."

"No seriously! You can't expect me to always be your little girl. Okay? I have my own life too!"

He shook his head, "You're too young, (Y/n)."

She made a face at him of annoyance, "Clearly not young enough to kill a man..." She whispered.

Tommy sighed and moved to sit next to her, "I'm sorry, alright? Can't blame me for being...."

"Being you like this?" She scoffed.

He grabbed her hands, "You're my daughter. Naturally, I am going to worry. Just, please be more careful so I don't have to see... that again?"

She awkwardly smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Arthur and John gave each other a look after the two reconciled, "I blame her mommy issues."

Arthur shook his head, "Daddy issues ought to be the cause of it I reckon."

They walked in and stifled a chuckle at the two who were together.

"Oh fuck off! I get enough of it from John! I didn't expect it from you!" (Y/n) winced as Michael teased her about the news that had begun to spread.

Ada laughed with Isaiah who was also having his fun joking at her. Ben walked in and all eyes were suddenly on him. He was invited to formally meet the family after the whole... incident.

"Afternoon," He said awkwardly and fell into the booth with (Y/n), who pecked his cheek and they all looked at them with a slight smirk.

"Ben." Tommy nodded.

"Mister Shelby, thank you for inviting me."

Everyone was silent.

"Can we please not make this any worse than it already is?" Polly cut in as she brought over some drinks.

Tommy held his gaze and then looked at (Y/n).

"Treat her well and I better not be hearing the word 'Daddy' directed to you by someone other than her for. a long time, alright."

Ben nodded and (Y/n) smiled.

"Welcome to the family."

Ben turned to (Y/n) and let out a long-held breath. (Y/n) smiled and pulled him in for a kiss and everyone cheered them on.

He watched his daughter.

His only daughter.

She wasn't his little girl anymore.

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In Debt Again- part 1

Pairings- None at the moment really. Might be a tiny bit of Tommy x Lizzie later on though, also, later on, some Tommy x adopted! Daughter...

Word count- 829 (short first part)

Warnings- mentions of child abused and neglect, a tiny bit of swearing... I mean... it’s the Peaky fookin’ Blinders.

A/N- So... I thought of this idea while I was sat in the living room staring at a wall so, here it is. PLEASE DONT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU!! I don’t want to negatively affect people with my writing, especially if it could cause any mental breakdowns, episodes ect...

I hope you enjoy!!!

With shaking hands and a sweaty, well... everywhere. You finally got the courage to talk to the Shelby’s yourself.

Your father had accumulated a large amount of debt with Shelby’s- you didn’t know why- but you knew you you’d have to try and fix it for him to keep a roof over your head.

You sat in a pretty nice wooden chair with a slight amount of cushion on the back of it, making it more comfortable (the design on it wasn’t as beautiful as every chair had on it, but, oh well). The door opened as you, weirdly, thought about the chairs, and in walked Arthur, Tommy and John Shelby, along with Polly Grey. All of their eyes scanned over the bruises, cuts and scars plastered all over your face, neck and collarbone.

“So, why are you here?” Tommy asked as they all sat. Polly, a woman you’d secretly admired all your life, didn’t stop staring at the large slash on your collarbone. You regretted wearing a dress now.

“My father, Felix Knight, he’s in a large amount of debt with you.” The all stared at you, waiting for you to continue as you took a breath. “I’m not sure why he is, and, to be honest, I’m not sure I wanna know. However, I’m a bastard and my father’s all I’ve got. I need to help get rid of his debt in order to have a roof over my head.” You sniffed, but never let them see how close you were to crying. You never let anyone see you cry, your father would beat, no matter what it was over, he’d beat you. As a result you made sure to never cry in front of someone again.

Thomas leaned forward, resting his clasped hands together on the table. “Well, I personally think a man should own up to his own mistakes. I’m not gonna hurt you, no one here is, but I want to know where your father is?” His voice was so calm even as it seemed their a fury burning behind his eyes.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in three days. The only reason I know he’s in debt is that some blinders appeared in my house, turned it upside down looking for him. I guessed he owed you a lot after that,” you mumbled. The room became silent for a moment before Arthur sat forward, his eyes on your battered form.

“He do all this to you?” He asked, his gruff voice laced with anger.

“I-I’m not here about that,” You whispered, you knew your father would kill you if you admitted it to them. It was clear that he’d done it, but if you never said anything you might not get beaten as badly.

“So, yes, he did,” Tommy spoke up now. “How long has he been beating you?”

“Mr Shelby, I’m only here to help get rid of my father’s debt.”

“Your father’s debt is his business, not yours. Now, answer my question.” It was an order, but his voice was still soft as he said it.

“Sir, you don’t understand.”

Polly quickly spoke up. “You can stay with one of us. We’ll protect you from him, I give you my word.” She slowly reached over the table, taking your hand in hers.

“I can’t do that-“

“You can and you will.” Tommy cut you off. “I’ll help you, but you need to answer my questions, alright?” You nodded.

“Thank you, thank you so fucking much!” You exclaimed, squeezing Polly’s hand as they all, expect Tommy, smiled softly at you.

“You’re welcome, so, how long?”

“As long as I can remember. He needed someone to take his anger out on and since I was born it’s been me.” Tommy nodded, looking at you with soft eyes.

“What’s the worst he’s done?”

“Physically?” You questioned.

“What do you mean?” Tommy’s brows furrowed, perplexed by what you said.

“I mean, the worst physical thing he’s done is probably cutting me-“ You hear John and Arthur both mutter a quiet fucking hell. “-but sometimes, when he just doesn’t want to see me, he... he locks me in the broom closet... Sometimes for days. But then again I guess I wouldn’t really know how long, would I?” You laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension that filled the room.

“Fucking hell,” Tommy muttered, running a hand down his face. “Alright. Well, that’ll do for now. Come with me, I’ll take you to get your things and then we’ll go to my house; your new home, I guess.”

“Okay. Thank you, again. I really can’t describe how much this means to me.” You stood up and followed Tommy out to the car. Part of you was scared about this turn your life had taken, but mostly, you were glad. You’d finally be able to get away from your monster of a father. You’d never have to deal with him again... You hoped.

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MISCHIEF MARRED

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Summary: The youngest Shelby finds out she holds some very special and peculiar powers. Who knows what this little girl will be up to when she is offered a place at a school. Or… Poor Tommy Shelby and the case of confusion of magic.

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence later on!

Word Count: 1389

─── NOTHING WAS FOUND, not even a whisper or a sentence in books. Nothing. Tommy was at a loss with where to start. So he looked at the wax seal and tapped twice. Within minutes there was a knock on the door. He scoffed to himself and opened it.

A man with platinum graying hair stood.

“Mister Shelby, Professor Dumbledore said you’d call. I’m Abraxus Malfoy, I’m a patron of the school and he has asked me personally to greet you.”

Tommy nodded and opened the door more. He purposely placed his gun on the table and the man just smiled at the gesture.

“I see you chose your weapons well. However you have no need to pull that on me,” he sat with him.

“You don’t know that yet. I have questions, and you will answer them.”

His smile was polite, annoyed, but polite nonetheless.

“Of course you do. Before we start, I must ask where Miss Shelby is. Perhaps it’s important for her to hear those questions.”

Tommy shook his head, “No. These are questions of my own. Now…” he sighed and crossed his hands.

“How did you know about Theodora?”

“The ministry has a trace on all underaged children with magic. She popped up on the radar and the rest is history.”

“Where is the school?”

“Scotland. It a castle hidden from muggles, the non-magic people, for their own safety.”

Tommy nodded, “Understandable. You understand we won’t just let her go without questions about her safety, Theodora is the youngest of my siblings and the only one we have left of our mother. A mother who also had powers, now why didn’t she go to this school.”

“That, I cannot answer for you. Dumbledore might, but the possibility could be that she was so well hidden that we had no way of finding her.”

“Fair enough…”

Tommy knew how to read people, but reading this man was hard. He was so plain with his expressions, but there was something else.

“Should we accept to bring her, how will we know she is safe.”

“Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world. There are wards to keep dark souls out of the grounds, she will be able to communicate with her family whenever she wants-“

“How much.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“How much are you asking for us to give her to you?”

The man laughed, “Mister Shelby I can assure you we aren’t taking your sister from you. My son also attends the school, as have I and my forefathers before me. The school is well provided for and she will be cared for.”

“Money makes the world go round, how will we know our money will go to the right place.”

Abraxus narrowed her eyes, “Accept the terms and I will show you how safe your sister will be. I heard you have a large sum of money to confirm this. 2,000 pounds per year for her tuition along with another 2,000 for supplies and to start her account at the wizarding bank.”

Tommy lit a cigarette, “Fine. Tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow? So soon?” He teased and Tommy glared.

“I won’t waste another minute before I change my mind.”

“Alright… tomorrow. A colleague of mine will come and help her adjust. I have another family appointment to visit tomorrow. She will be more than willing to show you and your sister around, look for an owl and you’ll know where to meet. It was a pleasure, mister Shelby.”

True to the man’s word, a woman came to the door. She was older with a kind smile. She was in these elegant dress robes that were rather unconventional for Small Heath.

“Good morning, Mister Shelby… and Miss Shelby.” She directed to Theo who was clinging onto her older brother’s coat.

“You must be the woman that Mister Malfoy mentioned.”

“That I am… The name is Minerva McGonagall. I’m a professor at Hogwarts. I will also be helping you make your way around Diagon Alley, the place where all young witches and wizards go to get their supplies.”

“Diagon Alley? Hogwarts… you have weird names for places,” Theo commented and stepped forward a bit.

Tommy would agree, some of these names sounded highly unlikely to be real places. But he sucked it up and sighed. McGonagall seemed to be taken by Theo and indulged in her small jokes before she turned back to Tommy.

“Alright, would you prefer the fast way or the normal way to get there?” Her voice had mischief in it and he was rather curious.

“As opposed to…”

“The muggle way.”

He cocked a brow, “Might as well get her adjusted as soon as possible, yea?”

“Good. Hold onto me and whatever you do… try to not let go.”

Tommy Shelby never got sick, nor did he feel sick… at least not like this. His stomach was in knots and his mind felt like a bad trip with opium and blues. His sister, however, said it was like riding really fast on a wild horse.

“The fuck… was that,” He groaned and fixed his cap.

“That was a form of traveling us wizards can do called apparating. It takes a long while to perfect safely. It is also the fastest way of travel, I thought it would save you petrol on the way to London.”

“London! We’re in London?! Tommy, we can visit Ada from here without the car!” She jumped up and down and Tommy just clenched his jaw.

Minerva sent him a polite smile and handed him a piece of chocolate, “Here, it’ll make you feel better.”

He gave her a look, but honestly, he would take anything to make this massive headache go away. So he took a small bite and lit a cigarette in comfort. Minerva gave him a tight smile and led them out of the alley they were in.

“Welcome to Diagon Alley,” Tommy couldn’t believe his eyes. There was so much color and intricate things he would never understand. He felt Theo squeeze his hand and she smiled so brightly. Perhaps this would be a good thing for both of them. His heart already felt a bit lighter and Theodora was the happiest he had ever seen her be. Minerva noticed this and smiled warmly.

“Come on then, let’s exchange your pounds for galleons.”

Both of them learned so much about the other world. She even got a wand for her schooling to help conduct her magic, an owl to communicate with them since they did not have a line at the school for phone calls, some books and supplies, and a pet snake as her familiar since she was rather scared of cats and toads. The owl was nice enough, rather sleepy, but nice. The snake was pure white with these intimidating blue eyes, which she said looked like Tommy and Ada a bit, while the white held Polly’s grace. The owl had this warm auburn hair color that reminded her of Finn’s and well… it acted a bit like John and Arthur. Both brash but sweet. It warmed her heart in a way that she would have reminders of her family at this new school. So she appropriately named the snake Peaky and the owl Ginger, it seemed that her three other brothers carried the gene.

They left Minerva a while ago as they had decided to spend the night with Ada and have her drive them back tomorrow morning. Minerva had also said she would send the items home instead of her worrying about them for the night, as for the owl and snake… well the owl wasn’t the problem. Polly would rant on about the snake once they came home, saying it would bring them bad luck or something along those lines. Tommy just said he would handle her and say, “We bought them already and even named them.”

Theo fell asleep in the cab ride to Ada’s and Tommy carried her into a spare bedroom and after, he joined his other younger sister in her main room with James. He still rented from her for the time and didn’t seem fazed by the whole thing. Tommy and Ada wondered why, but before he could even explain or they could ask, he retired for the evening with a cheeky grin.

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PEACE & LOVE

This is a snippet of a book I’m thinking of writing! Please let me know if I should continue!!!

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x FEM! Oc

Warnings: angst, heavy angst

Summary: Young Leigh is sick and Tommy Shelby is there to love her.

Word Count: 871

She laid in the bed with her skin glistening with sweat and her skin very pale. But she looked beautiful.

“What?” She said softly as he held her hand.

“I just think you’re still beautiful.” He kissed her knuckles and leaned over.

“Piss off,” she chuckled lightly and winced.

His jaw clenched and felt his own heart lurch in pain.

“I can’t do that now, love…” He brushed her hair back, “How are you feeling?”

He only said it this time. He never asked her before.

Her eyes were glassy and she weakly squeezed, “Like I can paint this town.”

He smiled.

He kissed her hand again and lingered. He was shaking now trying to hold back his tears.

“Hold me Tommy.” She whispered.

He nodded and moved into the bed with her, careful not to squish her or hurt her. His arms wrapped around her as she leaned against his chest. He sat up against the headboard and they watched the sun slowly set.

“I love you Tommy.”

“I love you, Leigh Dunigan.” He said.

A moment passed and she coughed slightly, “Sing to me? I’ve never heard you sing and you won’t deny me of that, will you?”

“Never.”

This is just a snippet! I want to make a short story out of this and it’s honestly a toss up between a happy ending and something painful lol!

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Hey!would you write something for tommy where the reader is his best friend (who he always had feelings for) but she had to leave during the war. He meets grace and wants to get rid of his feelings for the reader with her but the reader comes back and even if he's pissed he leaves grace for her since well yk he doesn't love grace? Sorry if it's too detailed lol

Sorry this took so long, but here it is, hope you enjoy

Back To The Beginning

Pairing- Tommy Shelby x reader

Word count- 1, 113

Warning- little bit of angst I guess, tiny bit of sleep doubt, but ultimately a lot of fluff!

A/N- I love getting requests, it makes me inhumanely happy. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy!!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged!!

You stood on the platform, hearing the train you’d gotten off of chug away from you. You wondered of this was a bad idea, but when you turned and saw your train leave you decided to head to your hotel.

Once you got there, you started the think. This was the first time you’d been in Small Heath since the war, would anybody know who you were, and, most importantly, would Tommy? You know you were being an arsehole to him by not coming to Small Heath as soon as you got home from France. But you were scared. What if Tommy didn’t love you after what happened in France? What if he couldn’t deal with your nightmares? What if he couldn’t accept that the woman he loved now smoked opium so she’d fall asleep at night.

Regardless, you decided to go to The Garrison to have a drink. You’d talk to Tommy after wards.

*

As you drunk your whiskey, feeling like a prick for drinking alone, the pub fell quiet. You turned to see your old friends Arthur and John Shelby. They saw you and walked straight towards you.

“Hello, boys. I’m drinking a little before I go and see Tommy. I’m nervous y’know?”

“I’ll see you later, Grace.” You heard a familiar voice say from the snug that you and the Shelby’s would sit in everyday before the war. Then you saw a gorgeous blonde haired women walk out; she was trying to fix her obviously disheveled hair. It was clear someone had the their hands in it. You turned about to see John and Arthur had gone pale.

“(Y/N)-“ John began.

“Well, it was nice seeing you boys. Goodbye,” You said, you weren’t a fucking an idiot and left immediately.

“(Y/N)! Come back!” You heard Tommy’s voice from behind you. You ignored him as you walked be your your hotel. “Stop, please?!” He begged.

“What, Tommy?!” You stopped turning around to face. “I’m not an idiot. I should’ve known you’d moved but I didn’t think I’d have to see it, in person, so soon.”

“Look, I’m sorry you saw me and Grace. Let’s just talk. Please?”

“Alright.” Your heart caved in when you saw Tommy’s eyes fill with pain.

*

Tommy led you into his house and into his bedroom. You sat down on his bed. The two of you lost your virginities to each in, the bed in which you’d lie in each other’s and talk about the future in. You couldn’t blame Tommy for what had happen. You’d left to be a nurse in the war, and you never got any letters back from him. You thought he was dead, so you moved back in with your family in London.

“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry I didn’t write to you as must as I should’ve and I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you got back. Soldiers were the priority you see-“

“(Y/N), please tell me you didn’t get involved in the war.” You stayed silent, staring at the wall.

“You became a nurse?” He asked, his voice quiet.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to help, Tommy. And I would’ve came back sooner, but I realised somethings about myself when I was away.”

“What? What did you realised about yourself, (Y/N)?” Tommy asked, his ocean blue eyes looking deep into yours.

“I realised I’m not the same person you feel and love, no matter how much I love you,” You admitted. “But you’re happy with... Grace? Or whatever her name is so... goodbye, Tommy. I’ll always love you.” You left his house and went to your hotel. That night you cried yourself to sleep and decided you were heading back to London the next day.

*

As you wait for the train the next day, you mentally went through your check list. Making sure you’d packed everything, when a young boy ran towards you. He stopped in front of you.

“Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He said. Why is this boy talking to me? You wondered. “I’m Finn Shelby. My brother Tommy wants to speak with you.” Before you could say no, the young boy was dragging you with him.

He pulled you into that old house you had so many memories in. The Shelby clan all gathered around, looking at you. The young boy that dragged you there sauntering off to join them. You were just about to speak before Tommy stood up.

“(Y/N), we need to talk, come with me.” He lead you out of the room. I’d never been more confused in your life.

“Tommy, what’s this about?” You asked once you were far enough away from his family.

“I left Grace.”

“You what?”

“I left Grace, I’ve never loved her. It’s always been you, (Y/N/N).” Your eyes widened at Tommy’s words. You left all those years ago. You thought he was dead until you heard people in Camden talk about him. Plus, Grace was beautiful, she wasn’t spoiled by the war. You just couldn’t understand why he would’ve done it.

“I’m sorry, but what?”

“(Y/N), I love you, I’ve always loved you and I’ll never stop. Grace, she kind and beautiful... but she’s not you,” Tommy explained as you stared at him dumbfounded.

“But, Tom... I’m damaged goods. The war changed me... I can hardly sleep anymore, I have these nightmares and I have to take drugs to even get to sleep and they just make the nightmares worse. And-“

“I know. I’m the same,” Tommy interrupted you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I’m not going to lie, I’m not happy that you ran away to join the war, but I have the same problems. I can’t sleep without smoking-and I’m not talking about cigarettes- I wake up as a result of horrible nightmares from the war. But I know that I still love you; I’ve never stopped loving you.” Tears welled in your eyes. You’d never stopped loving Thomas. You’d heard of the things he’d done, you’d always known of them, but nothing could change how you felt about him.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Tommy.”

“We can get through what happened to us in France together, I promise you. I just need you to stay with me,” Tommy practically begged. You nodded your head, no words coming to you. “Yeah?” Tommy asked, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah,” You whispered, though it was barely audible, he heard you. Within seconds his lips were on yours, your tongues dancing together as he dragged you to his room. Feelings of nostalgia coursing through your body.

Tommy was yours and you were his, just like it always should’ve been.

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My eyes only

Pairng- Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings- stripping, fluff ect...(I’m pretty sure that’s it) and my horrible writing, of course.

Word count- 636

Summary- Your best friend is Thomas Shelby; You work as a stripper. He finds out and then...

A/N- It has been too fucking long since I’ve upload a fic, I’ve written a lot, but they’re horrible so I’ve not upload them. But... I’m drunk and I’ve written this sooo, ENJOY!!!

If you wanna be tagged let me know!! Xoxo

You loved stripping. It started as a part-time job, just until you found something better, but pretty soon you realised you enjoyed the attention. You enjoyed everybody’s eyes on you. You enjoyed watching men salivate over you, knowing the couldn’t have you; it gave you a sense of power. A sense of power women didn’t usually have over men.

One day when you working, your friend, Cassandra, rushed in and told you that your best friend, Tommy, was in with his brothers, John and Arthur Shelby. You shrugged your shoulders and walked out on stage to do your job. That same over came you, but once the song finished, you sauntered back through the curtains.

That was your last song of the night. You got changed, fixed your makeup and put all of your stuff in your bag before heading home. However, when you walked outside you saw the three Shelbys waiting for you. Sighed you said hello to them before starting to head past them, Tommy grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking away.”

“What do you want, Tom?” You huffed. “I’m tired and all I want right now is to go to sleep so make it quick.”

“What the fuck were you going in there?”

“Working,” you replied, nonchalantly.

“You’re stripping? Why the fuck would you do that?!” Tommy’s voice got louder, venom lacing his words as he spoke. You couldn’t understand why he was so angry. Yes, you were best friends-even though you wanted more, you knew he never felt that way. So was he so angry?

“Yes, Tom, I’m a stripper because I like it. What the fuck does that have to do with you?” You asked, your frustration with him clear in your tone of voice.

“Because you’re my best mate, that why.”

You tugged your arm from his grip. “Can I go home now?” You were getting impatient.

“John, Arthur, go home. I need to talk with (Y/N).” The two of them nodded before walking back to their home. “Now, tell me what the fuck made you start stripping?”

“I like it,” You stated, simply. “Now, can I go?”

“What do you mean you like it? You like men looking at you like you’re for their pleasure and not as a human being?”

“I like having that tiny bit of control over men, Tommy, alright?!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “I like that they want me and Can’t have me, okay?!” You huffed.

“Well, I don’t fucking like it, okay?” Tommy yelled back at you. “I don’t like every man in Birmingham seeing you like that! The only man I want to see you like that is me!” Your eyes widened, as did his, clearly neither of you expected that.

“W-what? And don’t even try to act like you didn’t say it ‘cause I know you did, Shelby.”

Tommy took a deep breath before speaking. “I don’t want any man to see you like that. I want to see you like... for the rest of my life, but I don’t want anyone else to see you like that, alright?” Tommy huffed out.

“Tommy... what... what are you trying to say?”

“I’m trying to say that I love you and that I don’t want anyone else looking at you that way...” He trailed off, clearly nervous about your response.

“I love you too, Tom.”

“You what?”

“I love you.”

“You love me?”

“If you make me say it one me time I’m changing my answer,” You joked, grinning at him.

“Come on, love, let’s go back to mine, eh? We have lost time to make up for.” You nodded your head, smiling brightly at him. “Also, no more stripping,” He said sternly.

“Okay, sir,” you laughed, not knowing how turned on he got hearing you call him sir.