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Y/N's heart swells with excitement and relief when she sees Tommy's letter amongst her mail. It let her know he’s still alive wherever they have him stationed. Ripping open the envelope as quickly as she can, she pulls out the piece of paper tucked inside. Unfolding it, she notices there are only three words written on the paper. It wasn't that there were only three words that had her heart leaping out of her chest. She took note that Tommy's letters were becoming shorter as time went on. What has her heart skipping is the three words that are written. Its the same three words they've been stepping around since their friendship turned into a romantic partnership, though both have wanted to say it many times. All that was written, in large letters, was, "I love you." 

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I'll See You Again (Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 0.9K Words 

Summary: Estella doesn’t want to let go of Tommy or her family. 

Info: Congrats, K @runnning-outof-time, on reaching 3K followers. I'm proud of you. If anyone deserves it, it's you. I wrote this for K’s 3K Follower Celebration. Page breaks are brought to you by @firefly-graphics

Estella watched as the clouds drifted by in many different shapes as the sun warmed her skin. She had been lying in her garden behind Polly’s flat on Watery Lane, wishing for the day to turn to night. Though it wasn’t often you could see the stars on Watery Lane from all the smoke in the air, if she could feel the sun today on this rare occasion, perhaps she could see the moon. 

Tommy had just returned from the Garrison after sharing a drink with his brothers and the eldest Holland sibling after signing up to join the war efforts. Polly expressed her worries for Estella and how she had taken the news of everyone soon leaving to go off to war. She had been hiding out in the garden for hours now. Tommy waved his Aunt off and went to the flowering bed full of vibrant colors, providing income for the family in their floral store. 

He stared over Estella, blocking the sun’s rays from warming her body. Tear-stained rosy cheeks were evident amongst the rare sunshine. He understood why she was crying. Everything she knew was about to change. 

When Estella didn’t say anything, he got down on the ground and lay beside her in the flowers, ignoring the nagging voice of Polly in the back of his head about the dirt or mud she would spend time having to spend time washing from Aruthur’s hand me down suit. Then, taking Estella’s hand at her side in his, he interlaced their fingers together and gave her hand three pulsating tugs, like she used to do to him when she was a child running up beside him. Estella wasn’t a child anymore. She couldn’t be one anymore. This war was about to take any of that child-like essence away from her she had left. 

“Tommy.” he looked over at Estella, who had tears in her eyes. Then, sighing, he pulled her to him, replacing his right hand with his left hand holding her body to his and placing her head under his chin. Guilt settled in the pit of his stomach. He wished he didn’t have to leave his siblings. He wished Alfair didn’t have to go away to war and leave his siblings as well. It was clear, though if they wanted this war to end, they would have to fight it so it would end faster. 

“I’m sorry Estella, if I could make it all disappear, the fright, the pain you are feeling, I would, but I can’t.” Tommy kissed the top of Estella’s head as she held on tighter to his hand and took hold of his jacket. 

Estella’s face scrunched up as she found herself wishing mentally on a hundred dandelions that they were on a far-off planet without war. Perhaps their mothers were still living happy lives, their fathers ever present, never having abandoned them, where everyone was happy, and sadness did not exist. But that was it, just a wish, and the war was raging and coming closer every day. 

“I don’t know if I can say goodbye.” mumbling into Tommy’s chest. Estella couldn’t bear the thought of standing on the train platform and watching her brother and the Shelby brother leave, as she had done with her Uncle weeks before. Tommy ran his hand up and down Estella’s back as his heart dropped more, his mind racing for reassuring words to tell her, but what can you tell someone who had a chance of losing someone? There was a likelihood you might not return from war.

“You don’t say goodbye, Estella. Instead, you say to us I’ll see you again one day. You do this for Fleur, Finn, Bostán, and most of all yourself because if you don’t see Alfair and the rest of us off, you’ll never forgive yourself. So in return, we’ll fight our hardest to return home to you all because that’s all we can do is fight our hardest.” Tommy squeezed Estella a little closer, promising to fight his way home to his family. 

Tommy lay in his cot, thinking of the day three years ago, and wondered how much Estella Holland had changed. The war had changed him. He was no longer the carefree man he once was. Did Estella still garden in the lot behind his Aunt’s flat? Did she chase after Finn and Fleur, her skirt flying behind her as she went laughing, trying to catch her breath? Did Estella save her money to buy the newest shade of nail varnish to paint her and the girl’s nails? Did she still gossip with Aunt Polly? Did her smile bring out the dimples on her face? 

While Estella still wrote Tommy back home, she rarely wrote about herself. Instead, her letter to him was about the family’s coming and going, how Uncle Bui had been sent home from war with an injury leaving him with a permeant limp. How Finn stole cigarettes from Polly, she worried he would develop a nasty habit like Bostán already had. She always ended her letters saying she missed him and his brothers, how life wasn’t the same since Alfair had passed away, reminding him to keep fighting and to come home soon. 

As Tommy turned over in his cot and closed his eyes, he dreamed of that day, and if he tried hard enough, he could almost smell the flowers and feel Estella in his arms. But, until he could go home, he would keep fighting to see his family and Estella again.

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Here's my poem with a moodboard. It's been in my drafts awhile, so here it is.

The Lake

Is our relaxing spot,

makes it hot.

It sparkles like the stars,

on a bright moonlit night.

We see our loving reflection in the water,

making our hearts beat as one,

leading to a true loves kiss.

The Lake will always be our love nest my darling.

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[gretelshelby]

Thomas Shelby Moodboard

[peakyscillian]

Lau’s nearly at 1.5k Celebration | Masterlist

I figured I'd pull together the contributions from my lovely followers & any gifts I write as celebration requests.

Will post everything under the cut - Please follow this link to see how you can join in.

Hi Lovelies, welcome to the celebration!

Drinks table is over in the corner, please don't complain about the music - I put Cillian in charge he told me he's done a few DJ sets - I wasn't going to argue. Make yourselves comfy, I've got blankets, bean bags and I'm sure Bug the dog will be around to say hey!

Now lets get into this!

Here you will find anything my lovely followers have contributed to this celebration and the gifts I have given out. Celebration ongoing

✨Contributions from all you lovely people:

🥂Moodboard from @heidimoreton - I think Heidi was one of my first mutual followers when I stumbled into this side of Tumblr, honestly the biggest supporter and always has some great idea's if you ever get stuck for a storyline! Thank you so much for this moodboard, I love seeing how you picture Cillian & his much loved date series girl!🥰

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🥂Moodboard from @forgottenpeakywriter - Selene is so supportive & it was so nice of her to send me a moodboard based on 'Bend the Rules' Thank you so much 🥰

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🥂I was also sent this moodboard through my messages - but now the account has no name! It's based on 'Bend The Rules' thank you so much to the lovely person who sent this over 🥰

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🥂 Lee (@zablife) made me this wonderful moodboard for 'Family Ties' thank you so much for your support & making this for me and my little series! 😘

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🥂Valentines Day - A story from July (@evita-shelby) Thank you so much 🤎 🥂Here For You - A One Shot spin off, of 'Family ties' by the amazing Liv (@gypsy-girl-08) thank you so much I love it!! You're the best 😘 🥂Tied To You - A One shop spin off, of 'Family Ties' by the lovely K, (@runnning-outof-time) thank you!!! Its amazing!😘 🥂Petals - Alex (@cillmequick) wrote me this Lockdown short story because I LOVE the goofs she's created! Using the prompt 'I love you so much for this but I am not cleaning up all these scattered petals later' thank you so much my darling bestie! love you!! 🧡

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✨Gifts From Me:

🥂Sunday - K, @runnning-outof-time requested a Modern!Tommy One Shot with the prompt “Want to find out what we can get away with before someone comes looking for us?” - Contains Smut 🥂Quiet - Alex, @cillmequick requested a Modern!Tommy One shot with the prompt “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” “Well, you could do something about it.” - Contains Smut

🥂Wild Horses - Liv, @gypsy-girl-08 requested a Modern!Tommy with the prompt “I promise it’s a nice thing. just close your eyes and don’t cheat!”

[zablife]

The Disappeared

Tommy Shelby x Martha Shelby

Summary: Tommy’s last memories of his mother.

Author’s Note: Written for @noforkingclue ’s 2500 follower celebration. 2 months late, but I’ve finished it! The prompt was “You can’t make me disappear.”

Warning: language, mental illness, spousal abuse, mention of suicide

Moodboard credit: by the amazing @the-makingsofgreatness

The house was quiet, it was always quiet when his mother went dumb. She’d sit in the copper bath for hours until his father came home drunk and tore her from it, sloshing water about the floor, creating a dark river across the floor boards Tommy and Arthur would have to mop up. Arthur Sr. would drag her by her hair, but she never made a sound. Tommy wished just once she would fight back, claw him or kick at his shins. The silence was worse than her screams he thought. He wondered if she were dead inside her body.

Her face never moved and her eyes tracked one spot on the wall, watching something inside, listening to a sound he couldn’t hear. But she never looked at him, never looked at anyone. Her husband could scream and yell all he wanted, but she never flinched, the bruises that bloomed over her skin the only reply to his cruelty. Tommy wondered where she’d gone in those moments. Perhaps back to the Black Patch where she talked about when she was happy. 

One morning he woke to find her gone. His father had thrown the teapot against the wall and the children watched it shatter. Hopes of any sort of comforting warmth a distant wish unable to be fulfilled. Tommy wanted to hate her for abandoning them, but a part of him understood. Envied her even for flying away when she had the chance as he sat rooted to his chair.  He could sense it in her, that her spirit was dying and she couldn’t be contained within these walls a moment longer. 

He tried to forget her, spending his nights in the stables with the horses and Uncle Charlie. The cries of his baby brother too piercing and harsh to bear, he preferred the silence of the yard where he kept watch over the fire as the wafts of smoke were carried away on the wind. He only returned to the house when Aunt Polly came looking for him. She insisted he eat something because his bones were protruding.

The weather began to turn and Polly had managed to put a bit more weight on him when his mother suddenly returned. She strode back into town with a wild, carefree air about her. She carried a satchel slung over one shoulder and in the opposite hand held fast to the reigns of a beautiful white pony. Tommy was alone in the lane when she approached, cocking his head and squinting to be sure he wasn’t having visions of his own. As she came closer he observed her wispy curls and thought how different she looked after her time away. 

“Mum?” he called out hesitantly and she nodded slowly in affirmation.  He looked down, suddenly shy. “I-I thought you’d disappeared forever,” he admitted.

Her satchel slipped from her shoulder as she stopped to consider him. “Here now ain’t I? Thought you’d have more sense Tommy,” she said dismissively. Then with a small smile she added, “You can’t make me disappear.” As she lead the pony to Charlie’s yard she looked back at her son calling, “Come on!” And he raced to catch up to her. When they reached the yard he jumped up onto the pony and he rode bareback, grinning as the horse picked up speed, feeling the wind on his cheeks.   

Tommy rode the horse all afternoon, dismounting when the sun set over the cut, his legs sore, but his heart full. His mother had returned and that had to mean something. She must have found what she was searching for on her long journey. However, with the setting sun she had wandered away and he found her staring out over the water with sorrowful eyes, her good mood seeming to have shifted.

The melancholy he had so often witnessed was seeping back into her bones, evident in the slump of her shoulders and the deep sighs she exhaled every so often. He placed an arm over her shoulder and steered her toward the house, helping her into bed with some effort. He hadn't bothered with the light blue dress she wore in his haste to settle her beneath the duvet, exhaustion sweeping over her like a plague.

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“Where is she?” Arthur, Sr. slurred, banging the front door open with a loud thud. He had heard from the men in town that Martha was spotted sauntering into town and his blood boiled at the thought of her arrogance.

Polly looked up from the pants she was mending and hissed, “She’s fucking sleeping, like everyone else. Go to bed, you pathetic drunkard.”

Tommy listened from behind his bedroom door, waiting to hear what his father would say about that, but Arthur Sr. only fell into a nearby chair grumbling to himself incoherently as he removed his boots. Tommy could only make out a couple of sentences, but the words he overheard made him want to fight his father instantly. “How dare that fucking whore humiliate me this way? Should’ve stayed gone and you know it, Pollyanna.”

“She’s the mother of your children,” Polly said sharply. Then as she pinched the thread between her teeth she added,  “You should get down on your knees and thank God she came back at all.” 

At that remark Arthur Sr. scoffed loudly. “She should be thanking me.��

“And what makes you think she should have returned to you?” Polly asked harshly.

“I’m her husband. She belongs here with me and her children. It’ll do her good to remember she has duties here,” Arthur Sr. explained.

Polly winced at the notion. The last thing Martha needed was one more night in the presence of her abusive husband and the strain of her responsibilities which had already pushed her to the brink. “Can’t you see she’s already dead?” Polly said, a quiet prophecy yet to be fulfilled.

“What the hell do you mean?” Her brother asked in annoyance.

“Martha’s passed over long ago, Arthur. It’s only the body that remains,” Polly warned in a chilling voice and Tommy closed his door before he could hear anymore.

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The knock at the door the next morning was loud and persistent. The drumming causing Arthur Sr.’s head to pound more ferociously than before. “Mr. Shelby! Mr. Shelby!” The voice on the other side called out. The banging continued until Tommy opened the door and found a boy about his age standing in front of him, looking sickly and gray. “Tommy, I need to speak with your Dad,” he said, gulping harshly.

"You can speak to me," Tommy said, stepping over the threshold. He could tell something horrible had happened. "Fucking tell me," Tommy persisted pushing his chest out.

The other boy nodded and beckoned him to follow. The morning was cool and the street felt damp beneath Tommy's bare feet. He hadn't bothered with shoes, wanting to know the truth he held in his heart. As a misting rain began to fall over them he watched men pull a body from the cut. The light blue dress and dark curls obscuring the face familiar to him. "She's already dead," Aunt Polly's voice echoed in his mind.

"Do you want to fetch your Da?" the boy asked nervously. "Tommy? Did you hear me?"

"Why? He knew she wasn't really coming back," Tommy said, attempting to hide the way his voice cracked. Then hanging his head to hide his tears, he added lowly, "Give her peace. Let her disappear." But his heart clenched in his chest as he thought of her. She would never leave him. She had told him so. And the thought frightened him because he wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

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[scorpiussage]

✨Tommy Shelby Masterlist✨

NSFW Alphabet - Tommy Shelby

Summary: (What it says on the tin) 

Fic Concept/Mood Board - Death

Summary: Tommy’s brief brush with death awakens something in him. He’s cursed with the ability to see and communicate with the dead and this power changes the course of his life in interesting ways. 

To Catch Nothing At All (Peaky Blinders x Pokemon crossover) 

Summary: Tommy Shelby wakes up in the pokemon universe and proceeds to live his best Horse Girl life while also kicking the asses of every 10 year old he encounters. (this is a crack treated seriously) 

part 1 - part 2 - ?

Tommy in Wonderland

Summary:

Tommy wakes up in a unfamiliar place in a horrendous dress and he’s honestly so over it. 

part 1 

Tommy Shelby: A 20 Song Playlist 

Summary: A spotify playlist I compiled of songs that reminded me of the infamous Tommy Shelby. 

Tommy Shelby + Hot Asshole Neighbor (Baddie Bingo Request) 

Tommy Shelby + “That’s the last one.” (Baddie Bingo Request) 

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hello hello ! 18+f here looking for a peaky blinders rp , specifically for someoen to portray tommy / thomas shelby against my grace . i plan on the rp being extremely angst-driven , but i’m 100% open to plotting , given i don’t exactly have a set idea ? just a general vibe . i’m also extremely into stuff like creating mood boards , playlists , one shots , art , etc !! i don’t expect my writing partner to do so , at all , but i do think i should warn you that i get pretty immersed in plots . anyways , like this post if you’re interested , please <3 i primarily write on discord , ig , or tumblr !!

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[kmhappybunny240]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13630231/1/The-French-Nurse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24944593

My master list of sorts for my tommy Shelby fic. Enjoy and be gentle with the reviews lol.

Thank you so much to @zablife for this wonderful mood board !!! Check out her page and incredible work. She has fantastic peaky blinders stories and in other fandoms.

Here is my one shot. It’s a spooky one involving tommy and his ghost first wife.

[peaky-yamyam]

Tommy Shelby - Modern Day AU

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Grace×Tommy

(Peaky Blinders)

I warn you I'll break your heart

Already broken.

[acewritesfics]

You're Everywhere, Love | T. Shelby Mood Board

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“I don’t have to look to find you,” he tells her instead of why he needed a moment to breath. “Because I do see you everywhere I go. Our home. The betting den. The Garrison. Charlie’s Yard and even down at the cut. You’re everywhere, Love, and I’m afraid that one day you won’t be.” 

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Thomas Shelby Slytherin Moodboard Aesthetic

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[gretelshelby]

A fallen angel with a beautiful mind.

[ourworldofwonders]

Katherine Shelby 

Katherine Shelby was Tommy’s twin sister. She was incredibly close and loyal to her family and had worked as a nurse during the war.

She married a London Gangster who died in the war. She was left with twin boys and his business. 

Katherine had an affair with Alfie before that ended as she returned to Birmingham.

Her brother’s political adventures never sat well with her but she moved back to London and settled in the East End.

Katherine never moved from her home in London.