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Cia I adore this gif you sent! (Thank you for the inspiration!!) I immediately got the idea but other stories came to my mind first 🤭

Still loving you

Robert Fischer x reader (and it’s also part of my grandma tribute) ♥️✨

Word count: 3,246

Robert waited next to the carrousel, there had been trouble with the system and people had to wait in order to pass with a custom. He just hoped this would be solved quickly because he had a meeting in…

That laugh and that voice only belonged to someone. Turning around he stopped looking at the screen on his phone.

No.

This couldn’t be happening.

¿Y/N?

Robert felt his body froze, his heart rate increased and memories came back and hit him like an avalanche. After all these years.

Flashback:

Y/N felt her knees go weak the moment she saw Rob stepping down his vehicle. Dressed in an immaculate suit with a silky black tie and that effortlessly hairstyle that suited him so well, his face seemed to be made by a Greek God.

It was odd that he asked about her appointment at the salon, perhaps he’d send his driver to pick her up for the gala…

She tried to grab his face to give him a welcome kiss, but Robert stopped her, giving Y/N an emotionless stare. She soon was aware of his cold reaction.

“What’s wrong?”

Robert shifted his weight from one foot to another uncomfortably.

“I’m going to the United States.”

Y/N blinked confused by his statement.

“What? When?”

He wanted to reach out and touch her, but instead he decided to hide his hands inside his pockets. “Tomorrow night, it’s all settled.”

“But.. but I thought you’d be starting on the September course.”

“No, I enrolled in the summer program.”

“Okay, I could cancel my Venice holiday and meet you there then…” Y/N proposed, thinking of some way to make it work.

They had just graduated and she was hoping they’d take the next step in their relationship soon, so moving in while he focused on his master degree in a foreign country sounded promising.

“I could start hunting apartments right away, are you staying in a hotel meanwhile babe?” She smiled again, thinking it could be good he took the lead and moved there first, so he could explore the area and find potential places. “But first I’d need to fly there, do you think your Dad would still let me use his private plane? He had said before anytime, but since you’ll be there…”

“Y/N…” the way he said her name, made her look at him. But she didn’t like what she found in his eyes. “This is why I needed to see you. I’m going away for a couple of years, we’ve to end this. Right here, before I go.”

And she couldn’t hear anything else he said, because her ears were buzzing, she felt like she was underwater and that someone was stealing the air from her lungs.

“But I could fly over and be there, lots of people have a long distance relationship nowadays.”

“Don’t make this more difficult.” He begged, making an effort to keep his emotions at bay.

“You can’t be serious.” Y/N blinked nervously, trying to find for a sign in Robert’s face that this was a bad joke.

She waited a few minutes, eagerly to hear him ask her to come with him, that he was only messing with her, he was always joking.

But when he didn’t back off, she swallowed hard.

“Really? You can’t even tell me a valid reason to break up with me?” Tears would start falling any minute now.

“You know I’m going to start my master degree overseas. It’s for the best.” Robert tried to excuse his sudden decision.

“The best?”

She barely had time to process the sudden news. How long had he been planning this?

Anger took over her, pinching the bridge of her nose, she tried to control her emotions. “You know what? Do whatever the fuck you want Robert! Go and study your goddamn master, I hate you!”

Taking her purse, Y/N rushed, needed to get to her car as fast as she could. She had dreamed Robert would ask her to go with him to the United States, to live together and then, get married. But instead he broke her heart? He was he love of her life, they had plans together for the future, they were good… or at least she thought so, now realizing how selfish he really was.

Tears ran free down her face and she cursed in frustration now realizing how selfish he really was. The son of a bitch, he didn’t care about anyone else but himself.

Y/N never saw the way he broke into a crying mess. Feeling guilt eat him alive for causing her such pain. But he was suffering as much as her or probably even more, she had been his rock, his safe place to hide, he could be real and honest with Y/N. But now, not only she was gone, but that part of him as well.

Robert kept his head down during the entire ride to the charity event his family was hosting, thankfully his driver kept quiet. Images of Y/N giving him a look full of sadness and disappointment for breaking up with her filled his mind, he hoped the image would stop haunting him at some point. He didn’t want that to happen, but he was convinced if he focused solely on his studies, he’d make his father proud.

They were still young, he wanted to prove he was worth of the Fischer company and he needed to work hard to achieve that.

Putting on an emotionless expression, he took a few shaky breaths to mask the fact that he was dealing with a broken heart.

Walking past the directors and board members of the company, he shook some hands, everybody was expecting a lot of things from him, he had a very important place to fill in…

“Darling, over here!” His grandmother’s voice caught his attention among the people. “Where’s Y/N?” She turned her face around, searching for her.

“She isn’t here grandma.”

His maternal grandmother gave him an expectant look.

“Why not? She was so excited yesterday.”

“I just broke up with her.” He explained uncomfortably, his jaw clenching.

His grandmother couldn’t believe his words, Y/N was the most charming girl she had ever met, she had Robert drooling over her, her family was respectable, she was well educated, smart, funny, beautiful, everything anyone would kill to be.

“I need to focus on my maste-”

But his grandma was already shaking her head and giving him a disapproving glance.

“This is the worst decision you’ve ever made. And you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

(End of flashback)

And his grandmother was right, he did regretted it every single day. He finished his master and started working for his father’s company, he had made his family’s wealth bigger than he ever imagined.

But none of that really mattered, because he let true love slip away from him that night.

And now she was standing a few steps away from him. And she was still the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Why is that man staring at you?”

Zoe whispered at her friend confused. Was he even blinking?

Y/N frowned and turning her face around, she found the man that broke her heart years ago.

The world stopped spinning for an instant and the air escaped her lungs. She could practically feel her blood running out of her body.

All the memories flashing back at her, as if it was a movie scene. His cold words playing over and over in her mind.

No, time doesn't heal anything. It’s just a way to disguise the pain people say to cover an uncomfortable silence.

And she knew it still hurt like the first day because even after all these years, she still cared about him.

Robert managed to leave his initial shock behind, and he finally started moving towards her.

What should he say? Should he greet her with a kiss on the cheek or keep his distance?

The heaviness in his heart grew as he saw Y/N blinking, looking from side to side as if trying to find a way to avoid him.

“Y/N.” Her name on his lips seemed to burn.

She could feel her friends whispering in shock, they must’ve realized by now who he was because they knew the story.

How are you supposed to react in moments like these? Say it’s lovely to see you! No, because it wasn’t.

Could this be their chance to talk about what happened? He wondered if she had someone in her life. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came up.

“Robert.” She raised her eyebrows, but other than that, he didn’t get much. Except she folded her arms in front of her chest, in a protective reaction. “All right, let’s go.” She stammered to the girls, wanting to go as fast as she could.

“There’s a problem with the car rental, they canceled.” Zoe announced and threw a subtle glance in Robert’s direction, he was still standing there, looking at Y/N.

He noticed Y/N wasn’t wearing a wedding band on her left hand, she was carrying a book in her bag.

“We’ll get an Uber then.” Y/N proposed trying to make her friends start walking.

“It’s extra expensive right now, it’s rush hour.”

“I’ve a driver waiting for me.” Offered Robert. “I could take you anywhere.”

A heavy silence fell upon them, you could hear a pin drop. Zoe and Lisa looked at each other, not fully believing what was happening. Then, they looked at Y/N.

“This isn’t a good idea.” She admitted in a low voice, avoiding his eyes.

“Hey c’omon we won’t be able to make it on time with this traffic.” Lisa pointed out.

Zoe gave Robert a suspicious look.

Whatever was crossing his mind, his ego dropped to the floor, he had been waiting for this moment all his life.

“I think a ride won’t hurt nobody, right?”

Before Y/N could protest, Lisa practically jumped on Robert, not wanting to give Y/N time to react. “I hope you’ve enough space in that vehicle because we overpacked.” And she grabbed him by the arm as if they were long time friends. “I’m Lisa.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.” Y/N grabbed Zoe’s hand for reassurance.

“Take a deep breath honey, this is not the right time to have a breakdown, you’re stronger than this.”

“Why him? Why now? After all this time…” Y/N’s eyes darted again towards Robert, who was walking several steps ahead with Lisa still hanging from his arm.

“I don’t know, but perhaps you were meant to run into each other, it was just a matter of time.” Zoe gave her friend a sympathetic look. “It still affects you.”

Her friend’s statement made Y/N stop walking.

It did. It still hurt her definitely. But it was only because Robert had been the love of life.

That was the truth, plain and simple, over time she of course started dating another man, but as soon as she realized things were about to get serious or that he would take the next step she decided to end the relationship not wanting to get married to the wrong man.

She wasn’t scared of marriage, she hated the idea of waking up one day and feel disappointed of the choices she made, it didn’t make sense probably for most of the people, but she rather choose to be alone.

Of course she never expected to see Robert again, there were a lot of things left unsaid between them. And all of those years apart didn’t prepare her to face him once more.

She remained quiet on their way towards his vehicle, the internal turmoil taking over with each step she took. And there he was holding the door open for her, giving her the sad and traumatized puppy eyes a pet would use after being scolded.

“I’ll go in the back.” Announced Zoe climbing in while the driver took their luggage.

Lisa gave her friend a curious look. “Can I go in the front? I get car-sick.”

That left Y/N sharing the second row of seats with Robert.

Y/N shook her head slightly while she tried to control her heart drumming like crazy, all their memories flashing her back in time to when they were happy, when they first kissed, when they first made love and of course, when he broke her heart.

A heavy and uncomfortable silence filled inside the vehicle.

Y/N tried to focus her gaze in the sighting they were passing through the busy streets, the man in the bicycle, the three women at the café, the elderly couple with their dog, anything but the man sitting next to her that was subtly looking at her and clearing his throat. She could feel his eyes on her, boring into her soul.

“Where am I driving to Sir?” The driver asked, waiting for instructions.

Lisa gave him Y/N address, she had a small loft in the city and they’d be staying there for the book signing event.

A million thoughts crossed Robert’s mind, he wanted to apologize first. But after all those years? Y/N could hardly stand to be in the same car with him clearly. What could he say? How could he even even begin to justify what he did to her back then? There wasn’t a single valid reason for leaving her the way he did.

And for what? To get his father’s approval? To show the old man that he was worth to be his son?

He lost the best damn thing that could ever happen to him. He lost her over nothing.

But now he was willing to give everything for her.

When they arrived, Y/N thanked the driver, took her bags and mumbled a very lowly thanks to Robert through gritted teeth, then she excused to rush to use the ladies room, leaving Robert standing there in the middle not knowing what to do with a million words to say and a sincere apology trapped in his lips.

Zoe approached him quietly, she had known Y/N for over ten years and given her reaction to the odd encounter, despite all, she knew Y/N still cared about him.

“Can I ask you a question before anything else?”

Robert crossed his arms and gave her a nod.

“Are you single?” That was the most important thing to know first.

“Yes.”

Then, onto the next question. “Call me a witch if you want, I don’t know you… but I know her. Do you still have feelings or something? I know it got messy the last time you talked but...”

Robert allowed himself to let his guard down, the one he had built after losing Y/N. He never let another woman into his heart. His bed? Yes. But not his heart.

“I don’t think it matters, she can hardly stand to look at me for two seconds.” He saw the pain was still there in her eyes.

“She’s going to hate me for doing this but if I can help in any way it’s worth the risk…” Zoe assured him. “I’ve a book signing today at four o’clock, this is the address.” Noticing the confusion in Robert’s eyes, she added; “this isn’t my business but I know the two of you’ve an unfinished business.”

Robert stared at the flyer, wondering what was the right thing to do.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Oh it’s going to be hard, trust me.” Zoe then took her best friend side. “And if you hurt her again, I’m going to give you hell for ruining it twice.”

As the girls walked inside the apartment, Robert took his time to process everything, and taking his phone, he called his assistant to clear his schedule for the day, his mind couldn’t stop thinking of the series of events that just happened.

***

Robert took a look at his watch impatiently, then stared out the window of his vehicle and his eyes stopped at the women walking down the street. A grandma with what looked like her granddaughter, strolling with their arms linked, their eyes focused in the articles before their eyes and it made him think immediately of Y/N and her grandmother. How many times did he found them just like that, then they’d drive back into her grandmas house for lunch or dinner, the same with his grandmother.

When everything was simpler and happier. When they were together.

“Mr. Fischer, they are done signing the books.” His driver informed him.

Marcus didn’t ask him anything further, and without intention the man pressed him to make a choice. Walk in the book store and try to apologize to Y/N or drive away and leave behind a small possibility to get her back.

All damn day he kept thinking about her and what they had. How different his life would be if only he didn’t let her go that day.

But guilt was eating him alive, for the damage he caused her.

Did he deserve to be happy for once?

A bald man stepped out of the store, holding the door open and then he saw Zoe and Lisa walking out.

But when he saw Y/N hiding her beautiful eyes behind her sunglasses, he soon realized by just one look that he never stopped loving her.

“Y/N!” It was an impulsive move, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Wait…” he pleaded her, the three girls turned around to face him.

She gave him a confused look, not knowing what her was doing there or how he knew. Would the feeling of being incomplete without Robert would ever go away? Her heartbeat went crazy.

Knowing there was a possibility that Y/N could reject him, Robert cleared his throat and hid his hands inside his pockets. “I owe you a sincere apology, Y/N and I know it won’t take away what I did…” two pairs of curious eyes stared back at him. “I’m really sorry.”

Y/N stood there processing his words unsure of what to do or say. A million thoughts crossing her mind.

“If you want, we could talk? Privately.” He struggled to say the words, not because he didn’t mean it, because he was terrified of getting a negative answer. His next words came out as whisper whilst he looked down. “If you agree of course.”

Time slowed as Y/N took a deep breath, pondering on his words. Had she been waiting all her life for this moment? Was this the closure her heart needed?

She opened her mouth to explain him, she already had plans with her friends, but Zoe gave her a disapproving glance, reading her mind.

“I don’t know what will happen next,” Y/N said cautiously, “but I think a chat it’s a good start.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as she said those words, she felt free, relieved even for carrying the burden for so long. Whilst for Robert, this was the small light at the end of the tunnel.

They both knew it would take a lot of time to rebuild a relationship like they did. But at least this was the first step to try to get back the love they once had.

And without a doubt, he still loved Y/N.

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Ok so this took a while but it’s a bumper episode to make up for the lateness. Enjoy! 🤍

Quick note for those who maybe haven’t read the main series - I think it’s already obvious here, but in case not, let me be clear: Cill and Mrs M started their relationship when he was still married to Aoife. Does this mean I think cheating is cool? No of course not. But is it a plot device for drama in this fictional world? Fuck yes. You can have thoughts and feelings about the characters but I do not want anyone rocking up in my comments complaining about the affair - you don’t like cheating stories? Don’t read. It really is that simple.

Summary: After her fizz-fuelled heart to heart with Emily, will Mrs M talk to Cillian about what happened with Aoife? And if she does, how will he react..?

Warnings: I’ve already covered it above but expect angst related to dealing with the impact of being the other woman. Cillian being (briefly) a bit of a prick. PTSD and panic attack. Very brief allusion to assault (not by Cill!).

Word count: 3989 PART 10 | SERIES

xi - Saturday 24 February

Y/N was grateful they’d had the foresight to order room service and not try and make it downstairs to the dining room for breakfast that morning. Washing her face whilst she heard Cillian directing where the staff should leave things, she looked at herself in the mirror, thinking Cassie was going to have her work cut out for her today covering her eyebags. Jet lag, plus far too many glasses of fizz the night before (Emily’s fault, she felt), were ganging up to kick her arse.

Hearing the room service staff leaving she came out of hiding, rolling up the sleeves of the fluffy hotel robe to stop it drowning her hands. The scent of freshly brewed coffee sang its siren song to her as she sank into one end of the squashy sofa in their little sitting room.

“Feeling any better yet?” he smiled, handing her the steaming cup, laughing to himself as she inhaled it with the same blissful expression that he was more familiar with from their bedroom.

“I will be.” She took a sip. “Mmmmm…. sweet lifegiver, save me.”

He laughed and passed her a bowl of fruit and yoghurt, sprinkled with granola, the way he knew she liked it.

“Where did you and Em disappear to last night?”

She groaned internally - she was far from functional enough to have this conversation.

“Nowhere, just catching up - girl stuff, you know,” she replied, wincing at how false her attempt at airiness sounded coming out of her mouth. Quickly she dug into her bowl, hoping to stave off having to speak again with a mouthful of melon.

“You were gone for ages…” He frowned a little. “Is everything ok?”

She sighed, chewing as she poked in her dish with her spoon. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but you leave me no choice.” He looked mildly alarmed and she suppressed a smirk. “I’m afraid we’re lovers.”

He nodded slowly, sipping his tea.

“Sounds about right.”

“I’m sorry.” A mischievous smile played on her face. “Don’t tell John, she’s working up to it.”

He shuffled a little closer, balancing his bowl on his lap as he pushed a curl back behind her ear.

“Seriously though, you’ve been… I dunno, a little quiet maybe?.. since you got here. What’s up?”

She sighed and pushed her food away, wrapping her hands around her coffee for comfort.

“It’s nothing, I’m just knackered. This week has been… a lot. Y’know the whole thing with Finn, and work’s insane, and it’s great having Eoin at the house but it’s odd after being on my own so much.”

She flicked a glance at him to see if he was buying it.

He wasn’t.

“And..?” he prompted. “I mean, yeah obviously that’s a lot and I’m sorry that once again, I’ve left you to deal with it all on your own, but that’s not it, is it..?”

“Cill…it’s nothing, really. Just leave it.” She pushed herself off the sofa to poke at the basket of pastries on the side, selecting a croissant, pulling the pointy end off and popping it in her mouth.

“Why..? We tell each other everything, Y/N.”

She swallowed and avoided his searching eyes.

“Because it’s nothing - I’m just being silly ‘cause I’m tired - and it’ll just piss you off.”

“Yeah ‘cause now I’m definitely not interested,” he deadpanned, setting down his dishes to come towards her. “What happened? Did Eoin do something? I can have a word.”

She pulled out a tuft of the soft fluffy centre from the pastry, its buttery goodness coating her tongue.

“It’s not the kids. And Eoin has actually been great - it’s different, but he’s being actually helpful and stuff.” She went to eat another tuft and he stopped her, his hand on her wrist.

“So just tell me.”

She looked up at him and set down the croissant with a quiet sigh.

“Look, you have to promise not to overreact.”

“I won’t!” He held up his hands.

Unconvinced, but seeing no way round it, she took a deep breath.

“It really is nothing, I just let something Aoife said get to me. Because I’m so tired and I miss you and..” She shrugged, avoiding his eyes.

“Aoife..?”

The sharpness in his voice made her look up, seeing his jaw jumping against his cheek. Oh yeah, definitely not already overreacting.

“Cill, I swear - it’s me, not her. She probably didn’t mean anything by it, and I took it the wrong way.”

“Tell me what she said.”

“Cill..”

“Just fucking tell me,” he snapped, taking a deep breath and reaching for her immediately. “Sorry.”

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Please.. just tell me.”

“Fuck..” she sighed. “Fine. It was the night Eoin moved out and I was dropping Finn home. Before I left, she said she could tell I was doing a lot of stuff on my own at the moment. And then..” She raked a hand through her hair. “And then she told me to be careful.”

His face darkened.

“But look, it probably wasn’t maliciously intended. And even if it was, you said it yourself just last weekend that you could see some of the warning signs. I just let her get to me when I shouldn’t���”

“That’s not what she meant though,” he interrupted, his dangerously low voice making her shiver, and not in the good way it usually did.

“Cill—”

“She meant, be careful because he’s probably fucking someone else.”

Y/N shut her mouth. There was no good reply to that. Because that was exactly what she’d meant and they both knew it.

“Is that what you think? That I’d do something like that to you?” The jumping of his jaw against his cheek intensified.

“No! Of course I don’t.”

He looked unconvinced and she closed the gap between them, clasping his chin between her fingers to make him look at her.

“Cillian. Stop it. You know I don’t think that. God knows, it’s not like I haven’t had my wobbles over the years but that’s always been me being insecure about me, and not because I have ever thought you’d do something like that to me.”

“So what then? What did she get in your head about??”

She let go of his face, fingers lacing into her hair again, trying to find the right words. “Just all the stuff we’ve already been over last week. And not because we didn’t fix it but just because it’s hard being apart and it’s all a bit shit for us both at the moment.” She sighed. “She just caught me in a vulnerable moment, that’s all.”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, gently pulling her against him.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed, resting her head against his chest again. “I know I shouldn’t let her get to me.”

He frowned, running a hand over her hair. “She shouldn’t have fucking said that to you.”

“I’m not sure she meant any harm.”

He scoffed loudly, pulling back and holding her at arm’s length. “Like fuck she didn’t. You are far too fucking trusting, Y/N. You always want to see good in people and normally that’s one of your best qualities, but can’t you see she’s doing it deliberately to hurt you?”

“I’m not sure that’s fair…”

“Y/N,” he exclaimed, exasperated. “She’s been doing it for years. When it comes to you, she doesn’t have good intentions. When are you going to learn that??”

She shook herself free of his hold. “Don’t you think she has a right to?? You’re so hard on her Cill, it’s like you forget that you are the one who had an affair. You are the one who left her for another woman. Another woman that she now has to share her life and kids with. Of course I prefer it when things are civil but why does she have to be nice to me? I’m not sure I would be if I was in her shoes. You need to give her a fucking break.”

His face closed in, anger flashing in his eyes.

“Cill—”

There was a knock at the door of their suite and without looking at her, he brushed past to open it.

“Morning campers! Are we ready to be beautiful and win awards?” beamed Gareth, only belatedly sensing the frosty atmosphere.

“I just need to get a shower, I’ll be fifteen minutes,” Y/N mumbled, trying to catch her husband’s eye but he was studiously ignoring her.

“No worries, gorgeous. Take your time.” His eyes flicked between the couple; he’d never seen them be anything other than disgustingly in love and the tension in the room was unsettling.

“Actually, will you give us a minute?” asked Cillian quietly, finally looking at her.

“Of course. Just text me when you’re ready, boss.”

Leaving his gear, Gareth slipped out of the room with a final glance between them.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that,” she began, twisting the thick tie of her dressing gown around her hands.

“When are you going to stop letting her punish you for what I did?” he asked quietly. “It’s been ten years Y/N, and you’re still letting her kick the shit out of you.”

“What we did,” she corrected him. “And what, you think just ‘cause it’s been a long time she should get over it and be nice to me??”

“Do you know what I think?” he snapped, taking several steps towards her, eyes like ice, the darkness in his expression making her shrink back towards the wall. “I think you don’t want her to stop punishing you. I think you prefer it this way - because if you let her keep beating you with your own guilt, you think it will absolve you of the crime of fucking her husband.”

He saw his words hit her like a slap, her eyes widening, water glistening in her lashline. But he was too frustrated to stop himself.

“Well let me tell you something - it won’t. You can let her punish you all you like, but it is never going to wash away what we did.”

He took another step forward, practically looming over her now, her back against the wall, his jaw jumping against his cheek.

“And I’m sick of it, Y/N. What we did was wrong but it was a long fucking time ago. When are you going to stop apologising for being married to me?? Like you’re fucking ashamed of it!”

Her eyes dropped, distracted by the movement of his fingers flexing at his sides. Unconsciously they balled into fists.

She flinched.

“Hey, shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Remorse flooded through him and he immediately held out his hands to her. But she shied away, eyes squeezed tightly closed, a tiny whimper in the back of her throat.

If you make another fucking sound, I’ll kill you

Panic clawed its way through her. The old threats rose from where she had buried them long ago, so loud that they filled her ears and she could almost feel his breath on her face, anticipating the punch that would leave her gasping and winded. And then hands… hands where she didn’t want them…

“Y/N… Y/N…”

Through the fog, Cillian’s voice echoed towards her and she grabbed it like a lifeline.

“Baby, come back to me…”

Blinking, she was surprised to find herself on the floor, apparently having slid down the wall, knees hugged to her chest, whole body trembling. Cillian was on his knees in front of her, gently stroking her face and hair, drawing her back to herself. With a start she pulled herself away from his touch, slapping his hands away, her heart smashing against her ribs at an alarming rate, breath coming in sharp gasps.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s just me,” he murmured, mortification burning through his veins. She’d thought he was going to hit her. His own wife. The woman - the person, who aside from his kids - he loved the most in all the world.

“Breathe with me, yeah? Deep breath in..”

He slowly went through the old routine, learned from the times she had the nightmares of what happened all those years ago. Slowly in and hold. Slow exhale. Make her focus on his face, hear his voice.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know…” she mumbled, feeling disoriented. The image of his fists by his sides flashed across her vision and she swallowed.

“No, I’m sorry. It was me, fuck.. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” He bowed his head, squeezing her hands in his, the sharp press of her engagement ring biting into his palm. “I’m sorry.”

Untangling her hands from his, she reached for him, letting him pull her against his chest, awkwardly shifting to sit beside her so he could hold her more comfortably.

“You know I would never, ever hurt you, don’t you..?”

She nodded against him, fingers curling into the soft cotton of his tshirt, his solid warmth slowly erasing the last of her shivers, the smell of him wrapping itself around her like a safety blanket.

“Sorry, that hasn’t happened in years, it came out of nowhere,” she apologised against his shirt and he gently eased her up so she was looking at him.

“No, don’t do that. Don’t you apologise. It was my fault. I was out of order.” He cupped her head, thumb tracing her cheekbone, swiping away the remains of her tears. “I just hate seeing you still holding so much guilt over something that happened such a long time ago.”

She looked away, curling back into herself. “It doesn’t matter how long ago it was…”

“Look at me.” He waited until eventually she did, her big eyes filmed with tears.

“I’m not saying we should be blasé about it - it was a shitty thing. But fuck, Y/N, we’ve been together almost as long as I was married to Eef.” He pushed a curl back behind her ear. “Soon, we’ll have been together longer than I was ever with her. And as much as I’m ashamed of myself for my behaviour back then, I don’t regret choosing to be fucking happy with the woman I love.”

He took a breath, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“It hurts me to see you carrying it around still. Constantly apologising for choosing happiness. For choosing me. You let her treat you like shit - like she can say whatever she wants to you - because you think you deserve it. And you don’t.”

“I do,” she whispered hoarsely, resting her head against his shoulder. “I stole everything from her. You. This life.”

“No. You didn’t.” He held her tighter. “Like I’ve told you before, you didn’t steal anything - I gave it to you with my own free will, because I love you. Please, sweetheart, you have to stop hurting yourself over it.”

Slowly she shifted so she could lift her tearstained face to his.

“I don’t know how she does it.”

The little lines between his brows appeared as he frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Living without you. It would kill me. The thought of you with someone else. Loving someone else...”

“That’s never—”

“And that’s why I feel guilty. Because the very idea of living like that makes me sick to my stomach and yet she has to. And even though I doubt she’s still in love with you now and not moved on…but if it was me…” She shook her head, fingertips running over his cheek and down to trace his lips.

“I’m not sorry I met you again, I’m not sorry that I fell in love. Part of me isn’t even sorry for how it started because I wanted you so badly.” Warmth flooded to her cheeks with the admission.

“But I don’t know how to forgive myself for what I took from her. Because you might have given it freely, but she didn’t part with you willingly. And I know she looks at our life and hates me for it.”

“You can’t change how she feels,” he said quietly after a moment. “And frankly, I spent almost fifteen years with her and believe me, few people can hold a grudge like Aoife Carmichael. She’s never going to forgive you - or me - for what we did. And you’re right, who says that she should. But if that’s what part of you is holding on for, you need to stop. So what if she hates you? Do you need her to like you? To tell you she forgives you?”

She sat up properly and wiped her face, processing his words.

“I realised something recently,” he continued, “you can choose to feel guilty forever and let it eat you alive - or in your case, let her hurt you with that. Or, you can choose to accept that what we did was wrong, but it’s done now and we can’t change it. We have a good, strong marriage - we’re a team and we deal with our problems together, and we’re good parents. Or at least, we do the best we can. And to be honest, even though maybe I’d do some things differently, I wouldn’t take back what got us here, because I love you so much.”

She pondered this in silence, chewing her lip.

“You can’t change how she feels about it, Y/N, but that doesn’t mean you have to take it and let her get to you. You can’t stop her being angry and lashing out - which is exactly what that was by the way, she knows exactly how to kick you where it hurts. The only thing you control is how you respond to it.”

She nodded slowly, silence stretching between them as she thought about what he said.

“I never meant to make you feel like I was ashamed of being with you,” she said quietly, spinning her rings around her finger. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I know you don’t, and I shouldn’t have said it like that.” She looked up, meeting his eye and shuffling closer to put her arms around his neck. “But you have a choice that only you can make.”

She nodded slowly, before leaning up to kiss him softly.

“I love you,” she mumbled against his mouth as he kissed her back, holding her tight against him.

“I love you too,” he replied as they broke apart. Cupping her face, he looked at her seriously. “You promise me that you know I would never hurt you? I can’t believe I frightened you like that. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she soothed, leaning in to kiss him again. “I know you never would. I think it was the situation - back against the wall etc - not you. I’m actually kind of mortified, I haven’t had an attack like that in years.” She huffed out a dry chuckle, cheeks warming again. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He gathered her so her legs were across his lap, holding her close.

“Are we ok?”

She tilted her head up to look at him, running her finger around the collar of his tshirt, and gave him a little nod. “Yeah. You’re right - objectively I know you are. I just.. I need some time to think about what you said.”

He leaned down to kiss her, a large hand cradling the back of her head.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She smoothed her thumb over his cheek, booping his nose with her finger. “But we’re going to be really fucking late if we don’t let Gareth back in soon. And I came all this way to watch you win another trophy, so we should probably get on with that.”

He blushed pink behind his freckles. “It’s not a given.”

She tapped his chin, making him look at her.

“Yes it fucking is,” she smiled, pecking his lips before scrambling in a slightly undignified way to her feet, holding out her hands to him. “I made a bet with Downey that you would win, so you better had.”

“Wait.. what?” He grabbed her hands, pulling himself up to his feet.

“Yeah, fifty bucks, so you better be good for it,” she grinned, heading for the bathroom and her long overdue shower.

“No, you mean he’s betting against me…??”

She paused at the door. “What was it you said earlier - we can’t control what others do, only our reaction to it..?”

“Yeah that doesn’t apply here,” he grumbled darkly. “He’s a deadman.”

*****

The pop of the flash photography still dazzling her, Y/N allowed herself to be pulled into a hug by Emily as she and Cillian finally got to the Oppenhomies table, her husband immediately drifting off to chat to jokingly (or possibly not) remonstrate with Robert about making bets against him.

“Everything ok?” asked Emily, under the hum of the room, kissing her cheek.

Y/N nodded quickly. “Yeah, we talked. It was… well it was fine in the end.” She puffed out a sigh. “You were right - I need to let it go. Rise above.”

She smiled, hoping it looked convincing. It was one thing to know she had the choice to finally make her peace with her share of the blame and move on, but quite another to actually do it.

Cillian caught her eye across the table and smiled. It was such a small gesture - warmth in his eyes that was just for her - but it made her stomach flip.

Settling down at the table as tv crew milled around getting ready for the main broadcast, he slipped an arm around her shoulders.

“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look tonight,” he murmured, nose bumping hers. “I love you.”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” she giggled, threading her fingers through his free hand, placing a delicate kiss on his lips, safe in the knowledge that her choice of lip colour was less dangerous that night than previous occasions.

“I love you, too.”

The sparkling evening wended its way eventually to the final set of categories, and at last it was his turn.

“And the Actor goes to…”

She held her breath, squeezing his thigh beneath the table (out of shot of the cameras), bursting with pride when once again his name was called. Immediately she was out of her seat and tight in his arms, and he held her for a long second before he accepted the hugs and handshakes of others and made his way to the stage.

“Shit…” she heard Robert mutter with a poor attempt at disappointment, the effort ruined by his delighted grin.

She beamed at him, rubbing her fingers together. “You better be good for it Downey. I know where you live.”

His speech was - as was common now - endearingly awkward. But she knew how much it meant for him to be recognised like this, by his peers, and his words made her tear up a little. Beside her, Emily leaned forward to wrap her arms around her shoulders and give her a squeeze.

“Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas, as always, such a debt of gratitude to you.”

From the stage, his eyes found hers, and again he gave a small smile, meant just for her.

“To my amazing wife, Y/N, and my boys, Eoin and Finn back home, I adore you. I can’t do any of this without you.”

He carried on with the final part of his speech, a heartfelt moment of belonging, but she hardly heard it. She knew that she didn’t regret her life choices for a single minute. All of them were worth it to be able to spend her life with him, loving and being loved by him.

She knew she would make the same decisions in every lifetime if she had to.

Even the bad ones.

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In This Together

Ongoing Series Part 125 - More here

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Tommy left the house, in a fit of anger that morning. Nothing unusual there. You were sick, of his temper tantrums. It was like having two Charlie's. If something didn't go Tommy's way, the whole world knew about it.

You carried on with your day, leaving the children with the maids. After a morning at home, you went into town with Ada. Shopping for a dress for the charity event. Still reeling from the events of the day before. How he had spoken to you, in front of the family.

You were meant to be his wife, part of a team.

Five drinks you had consumed, within an hour. Encouraging Ada to catch up, The Garrison was your pub of choice. Only because Ada thought it was safer. Just like old times.

Although, you were trying to prove a point to Tommy. You missed your children. Hoping Ruby would settle without you. She had fed well today, and you had expressed some milk for her.

Draining your glass again, you slammed it onto the table. Attracting attention of the other customers. "I mean what would you do? Just roll over and do everything he says? He treats me... like ....like a child," you hiccupped, speaking to Ada.

"Running around town, after the bloody Russians. That tart came to ... my house, you know Ada?" you vented. "Sitting there like she owned the bloody place,"

"Shh... not in here," she chastised, moving the glass away from you.

"Is he fucking her? Do you think he is?" you pleaded to know. Pulling yourself up straight, staring her in the eyes.

"Would you tell me?"

"No one is fucking anyone." she answered, she truly didn't know anything about the Russian business. "Right, come on you, no more, Tom will have my guts," Ada tried, picking up your handbag and coat for you.

The men keeping watch over you, also standing up. Of course you were followed, he couldn't resist. You had to be safe, looked after. Shame he couldn't look after you himself, you thought bitterly.

"No Ada," you whined, "Don't make me go home, I might be grounded again," you howled laughing.

Tommy's men approaching you, helping you to stand up. When was the last time you had been drunk? Probably before Charlie, you couldn't handle it now.

You soon fell asleep on the way home, escorted by his men. “Mrs Shelby, you are home," he tried. "Mrs Shelby, please wake up?"

Before you could answer, Tommy was out of the house. Finding you curled up on the back seat.

“For fucks sake," he muttered. Scooping you out, thanking his men. He carried you into the house. They quickly followed with your shopping bags.

"Put me down," you mumbled, opening one eye to see Tommy staring at you. "Oh no, you found me," you giggled.

He looked thoroughly embarrassed, in front of his men. Laying you on the sofa, he went to speak to them.

When he returned, you were sat upright, his glass of whiskey in your hand. "The fucking state of you," he snapped, taking the glass from you.

Sticking your tongue out, you laughed again. "I'm so sorry officer, don't tell my husband, please. He will be so mad,”

"Mummy!" you heard from the doorway, little Charlie running at you. "Me miss you, Mummy,"

Climbing on your knee, he snuggled into you. "Bed Charlie, I thought you were asleep," Tommy huffed, crouching to his knees in front of you both. Running his hand through Charlie's hair.

“I��ve missed you too, baby boy,” you smiled at Charlie, snuggling in to his neck.

“Daddy read me story,” he beamed up at you. “We played,”

“Four bloody stories,” Tommy stated, pretending to be cross. He had enjoyed, spending the time with his children. It was the first time, he had spent a block of time with them on his own. The parent guilt was racing through him.

“Climb on, back to bed,” he told Charlie, bending to let him climb on his back. Kissing Charlie, you curled back up on the sofa. When you opened your eyes again, Frances stood before you with Ruby.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Shelby, but she's hungry," Taking Ruby, you thanked her beginning to feed your daughter. Dismissing Frances to bed, you sat in silence.

It was twenty minutes before Tommy returned. Ruby now settled against your chest, sleeping soundly.

“Thought you’d gone to bed,” you spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. Waiting for the inevitable lecture.

“Was laying with Charles,” he answered, pouring a drink from the decanter. The glass stopper clicking, as he replaced it. “Begging me for another story, he was,” Tommy added, letting out a loud sigh as he sat bedside you.

Reaching across, he ran his finger across Ruby’s nose.

“You mad at me?” You asked, now having sobered up. “Just give me the lecture now, not in the morning,”

A wry smile appeared on his full lips, “No, I’m not mad. You deserve a break, this is what it’s all about, ey?” he asked, nodding at Ruby, “Just us and the kids, the other shit, doesn’t matter….not really,"

Unsure how to answer, you waited for him to speak again. Slapping his leg, he stood, “Come, let’s get to bed.”

Laying in his arms all night, you felt secure. No matter what happened in your life, you always had each other. Always found your way back to each other, despite the arguments. He was yours and you were his.

Patting Ruby’s back, you held her against your shoulder as you burped her. It was just starting to get light. You loved watching the sunrise, over your grand estate. Feeling like a princess in her castle.

Ruby pulled her knees up, beginning to grizzle. She’d been struggling with her wind.

Hearing Tommy turn over, you gazed over your shoulder. Softly bouncing her. "Come and watch the sun, Tommy," you whispered, watching him intensely.

"I have the perfect view here, my beautiful wife and daughter." he croaked out, voice hoarse from smoking. "You know that nightie is see through?"

Kissing Ruby's head, you noticed she had fallen back asleep.

“You did buy it for me, Tommy," Gently shushing Ruby, you placed her in her crib. Climbing back into bed, you let out a deep sigh. Would the night feeds ever end? When was the last time you had a decent sleep?

"And you know why that was?" he asked, reaching for your hand.

"Hmm?" you mumbled, closing your eyes hoping for some more sleep. Running your hand across his body, he slipped it inside of his pants. His erection standing proudly.

"Because this happens, my love," he chuckled, rolling onto his side. Encouraging you to palm his cock.

"I'm asleep," you groaned, not having the energy for sex after a restless night.

"Ok, turn over, we will hug," Tommy ordered, grinning to himself.

He knew just what to say to you. Letting him spoon you, you snuggled down beneath the covers. Tommy's hand across your breast, thumb lightly brushing over your nipple through the thin material.

"Your body against mine, laying next to me all night." he whispered in your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.

His hot breath drifting across your skin. "The little moans coming from your mouth, that's all I could think of last night. You screaming my name,"

His right hand travelled to your ass, slipping between your thighs. "Tut, tut, you shouldn't be getting wet baby. You should be sleeping,"

"I am," you gasped out, as he tweaked your nipple, slipping his index finger in between your juicy folds. Already his words had turned you on.

Giving up on sleep, you turned over, giving in to temptation.

Tommy was late home that night. The children already in bed. You had called his office looking for him, called The Garrison, called Polly. No one knew where he was. Who he was with. You were becoming paranoid.

He wasn't with another woman was he? Surely he was just working?

"Not hungry, Mrs Shelby?" you heard, looking up from your desk. Four hours you had been sitting here, writing invitations out for the charity ball. Mary stood before you, wearing a frown.

"Hungry? Oh no, sorry, I was too engrossed in this, Mary," you replied, your food sat in front of you, now cold.

"Mr Shelby is home," she informed you, picking up the dishes. "Thought you would like to know," You picked up on her sympathetic tone.

Pushing your chair away from the desk, you skipped through the house. Eventually finding him in his office. Still wearing his coat and hat, closing the safe.

What was he up to?

"Tommy," you spoke up, making him jump. Noticing him tuck something away in his pocket. Letting him guide you to the sofa, you sat with him. "I was worried about you, I called your office,"

Taking his hat off, he took hold of your chin. "Don't worry about me, ey. Let me do the worrying. How was your day?"

Settling against him, you stretched your legs across his. "My writing hand is almost falling off. That's all the invitations done, for the charity event,"

"Hmm," he answered, seeming distant.

"Shall I ask you if you had a successful day, like a good wife?" you cooed at him, lips meeting his. Stroking your fingers, through his shaved sides.

You could see the stress on his face, wondering what had him worried this time.

"Nope," he answered, stroking your cheek with his knuckle. "See ... personally I measure success with Sapphires," he winked, reaching onto his pocket. "Close your eyes,"

You felt your heart begin to race, "Go on, close your eyes," he encouraged with a grin. "Open them,"

When you opened your eyes, you let out an audible gasp. The biggest jewel you had ever seen, dangling in front of you.

“Tommy, where the hell did you get that?"

"Better you don't know," he answered, fastening it around your neck. "A Sapphire for my queen,"

Reaching up to touch it, you failed to tell him you already knew about it. Knew where it had came from, Tatiana had told you. Would this jewel bring trouble?....

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Sunday Reset

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Warnings- 18* sexual content

It was now well past midday, you realised as you glanced at the clock. A tinge of guilt flooded through you. Panic. Over all the the things you should be doing. You had even made a list of what you had to do! A list! How organised. But had you started to work through the list? No. Instead, you had been in bed all day.

Tommy had talked you into it. The man who never switches off and relaxes. You hadn't spent much time together this week. Work and your busy schedules taking over. Charlie was at his Mum's today, so you had made no plans. And for once, decided to stay home. Enjoy each other...

"Woah, woah, baby fuck," Tommy groaned underneath you. Trying to reach out to grasp onto you. Sniggering to yourself, you ran your thumb across the tip of his now throbbing cock. Earning another groan from him, body jolting with desire.

"Baby .... I can't hold out," he gasped, chest heaving up and down.

As you bent your head again, taking him back into your warm mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum flowing into your taste buds. Cheeks hollowing out from the force, you were sucking his dick. Before you released him again.

"I think you can," you answered, looking back up at him, tongue darting across your lips.

"Uh, uh," he argued, thrusting his hips up. "Put it back in your mouth," Trying to sit up. With quick reflexes you pushed him back down. Running your hands across his toned stomach.

"Tell me what you want, Tommy,” you purred, hair falling against his muscular thighs. "Tell me what to do,"

"Put my cock back into that pretty mouth," he ordered, watching you instantly obey.

"Slowly, slowly," His deep voice was full of desire, turning you on. Your nails running through the hair on his legs. “All the way in, good girl,"

Maintaing eye contact, you did exactly as he said. "Hold it there,” Pausing, you tried to breathe through your nose, and look sexy at the same time.

“Now suck me,” he breathed out, letting his head fall back.

Holding the base of his cock, you sucked hard and fast. His words of encouragement, making you get lost in the moment.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, baby, urgh,” Tommy groaned, coating your mouth with his cum. Releasing him, you let it drip from your mouth. All along his thick shaft, before licking from root to tip. Running your tongue through his creamy seed.

“I swear to god, you look so fucking hot doing that,” he stated, trying to catch his breath. Reaching for your water bottle, you sat beside him.

“That was the best one ever,” he sighed, feeling so relaxed.

"Glad you enjoyed," you giggled, "I might not be able to walk tomorrow. You need to leave me alone tonight," You teased, resting your head against his shoulder. Three times you'd both had sex since yesterday. And Tommy could make it last. Even your inner thighs were aching.

"Where's the fun in that, ey?" he answered, with a frown. Hands tracing over your full breasts, tweaking your nipple. "I know what my baby needs, hmm? A nice long soak in the bath?"

By two pm, you let yourself sink down underneath the bubbles. When had you last done this? Took a whole day? Just the two of you? “Here we go," Tommy announced, appearing before you in his pants. A glass of something fizzy in his hand.

"What's that?" you gasped, "We haven't even had breakfast, Tommy,"

Winking, he bent down to kiss you. "I have the food under control. Ah, and when you get out, it's naked Sunday,"

Sipping the bubbles, you scrunched your nose up at the bubbles. “It's what? No doubt your family will descend at some point, I'm not sitting there naked,"

Tipping your glass on purpose, it fell across your chest. Tommy bent to lick it off, "Phones off, doors locked, I will bring you some more,"

Eventually leaving the bathroom, you wrapped your silk gown around your body. Spraying some perfume, the smell of whatever Tommy was making floating upstairs. You were so hungry now, after your bedroom activities.

Finding him in the kitchen, you watched him from the doorway. Wearing nothing but an apron, facing away from you. You bit your lip, as you observed his pert behind. Hmm... he was all yours.

Sensing your presence Tommy, looked over his shoulder. "Rib Eye Steak, chunky chips, peppercorn sauce, for the lady?" He called back, slicing up the steak.

"Nice apron, Chef Shelby," you cooed into his ear, running your fingers over his ass. Raising his eyebrow, he slipped a piece of steak into your mouth.

"What was the rule?" he asked, putting his knife down. In one swift movement, he pinned your against the breakfast bar, pulling the belt from your robe. Admiring your naked body underneath. "Naked Sunday, baby..." Holding your hips, he kissed you fiercely. Tongue invading your mouth.

Pausing to catch his breath, Tommy reached for his glass. With a smirk, he poured it from your navel, watching it along to your pussy. Making you gasp, at the cold liquid.

"Time for appetisers," he pouted, sinking to his knees. Ready to lick you clean....

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Every little thing you do - Part 6

Tommy Shelby x reader

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🥰So another part to this series, thank you so much for all your support and encouragement! It means the world ♥️ and as I take your feedback seriously, I can assure you Tommy will be looking for a housekeeper substitute 🤭

Word count: 3,138

Y/N prayed silently her dress would close, Ada suggested getting it slightly loose at certain places just in case, because overnight, her belly was showing and most of her clothes wouldn’t fit anymore. It was funny because it only looked as if she was bloated but it was enough for a zipper to break.

“You ready?” Polly asked just as she knocked on the door, stepping in right away. As usual, she looked so elegant in her attire.

“Her dress is beautiful Mrs. Gray.” Y/N’s grandma pointed out making Y/N blush, she then turned to Polly. “And you look stunning.”

Polly nodded acknowledging her compliment.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this gown.” Y/N stated staring at her reflection in the mirror, she looked like a completely different person with her hair up in a simple but elegant hairstyle, make up in just the right places, accenting her features, and the dress fit like a glove. She had never had a dress like this.

“You need something else though.” Her grandma suggested, she looked beautiful in her attire too, the Shelby family were too kind to extend an invitation for her.

Opening her bag, Y/N frowned confused by what she meant, she had everything already.

“Your grandfather gave me these when we got married.” From a velvet pouch, she produced a pair of gorgeous diamond studs.

“I think these will look beautiful.” Polly encouraged, feeling a swept of love by the exchange.

Y/N on the other hand felt lost for words, to some it might be a small detail, but to her, the sentimental value it’s what weighted the most.

“These are meant to be wear on occasions like this, right?” She asked holding one of the earrings for her granddaughter while she hooked the other one.

“Looks like you’re all set then… let’s welcome the guests.” Polly added taking grandma’s purse to help her. “Everything’s going accordingly so far.”

The music filled the big room, people were dancing happily, champagne flowing, staff filling empty cups with booze and plates with appetizers. Y/N felt particularly mesmerized by the chandeliers catching the light beautifully and reflecting all around as if it was dancing as well.

Tommy insisted the party should take place in Arrow House, said it would be a good excuse to do a grand opening, so she immediately got busy to have everything ready. The place oozed luxury everywhere she looked, the most important names in the country RSVP’ed faster than she thought. Never in her wildest dreams she imagined how it would turn out, she spent so much time choosing flowers for the center pieces, napkins colors to go with the tablecloths, tableware as well as the menu, days of hard work paying off finally on this night and for a brief instant, she allowed herself to feel proud because she took care meticulously of everything.

“I’ll be back in a minute, need an ashtray.” Polly announced and took grandma by the arm to chat for a while.

Y/N was taking everything in, still not fully believing it was a reality.

“Johnny, get everyone in the kitchen.” He instructed. “Five minu-“ words got caught up in his throat as he took a double look to his left and found Y/N standing by herself next to the staircase.

Her hair was pinned up, framing her face so it was fully on display instead of hiding, the dress made her look gorgeous but the cherry on top was the glowing emanating from within her heart, pregnancy was suiting her well. He then noticed she opened and closed the handbag nervously.

She wasn’t the same girl that used to run with him a race at an open fiel until they reached the river. He let her win so many times… yet that girl was somehow still in her.

He had never seen her like that before. She was more beautiful than he imagined.

But as soon as the thought entered his mind, Tommy kicked himself mentally. He shouldn’t think of her that way.

“Are you planning to give someone a heart attack?” He joked and took a few long strides to be at her side.

“I’m nervous,” she chuckled, “I’m the one having a heart attack.”

Turning around to face him, she felt her mouth going dry, the blue suit was a fabulous choice. It wasn’t traditional, but when she saw it at the tailor’s shop she knew Tommy had to wear it to the event and since she got a blank cheque, she added it to the account. He was so bloody handsome, but she thought that he looked even more that night. There, with a cocked smile and proud shining in his crystal eyes…

They stood there holding each other’s gazes, the people in the background fading away…

Until Johnny Dogs interrupted them.

“The boys are on their way Tom.” He nodded at Y/N. “Are we going, yeah?”

Tommy gave Y/N another look and she encouraged him with a smile to go.

He started to walk away, but then stopped abruptly and turning around he spoke; “Y/N you did an amazing job, thank you.”

Reaching his expectations was all Y/N wanted to achieve, to make him proud of her work. It was the way she knew in retribution to thank him for every little thing he did.

“And Johnny? Y/N told me she counted the paintings ey?” Tommy turned to give her wink. “So you better tell your kin they can’t steal anything or they’ll have to deal with a very pissed Y/N.”

Y/N gasped, of course she didn’t count the paintings. An evident blush covered her face and neck and she started shaking her head in embarrassment.

“Hey! That’s not true.” She tried to keep her manners, but her mind went back to when they were teenagers and her grandma discovered the two of them sneaking into the kitchen to get a slice of the pie she had baked and Tommy blamed it all on Y/N, the worst part is that her grandma believed him and scolded her granddaughter when it had been Tommy’s idea in the first place.

“Where are they, ey?” Tommy asked impatiently a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“I’m telling you now, we got lost,” announced Arthur. “You really need to do a map, Thomas.”

“Right, boys you’re all here.” Tommy started in a warning tone.

The blinders gathered around him in a circle.

“Tonight it’s a fucking very important day, we’re celebrating the Arrow House grand opening.”

“Yeah, and you said there’d be no bloody uniforms.” Interrupted John.

Tommy shot him a death stare. “Nevertheless… nevertheless, John… despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet.”

They were part of the guest list.

He made a pause and looked around to his men. “Now, for Y/N’s sake, nothing will go wrong. She has worked so fucking hard for everything you see tonight and the Shelby Institute. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything…”

“Tom?” Once more, John interrupted his brother.

“What?”

“What about snow?” Asked Isiah.

John replied something that Tommy couldn’t understand, but he felt his blood start boiling by their silly attitude.

“No, no, no.” He stood in front of the young blinder. “No cocaine.” Then pointing at his face, he repeated; “no cocaine. No sports.” He then moved to point at John. “No telling fortunes. No racing.” Walking back towards Finn, he continued. “No fucking sucking petrol of their fucking cars.”

He hated to admit it out loud, but he was nervous to. He wanted to fit in, he needed to blend in among the richest and more powerful people, to be one of them. To prove everybody that he had been able to claim a stair that was only reserved for those who were born in a crib made of gold.

Meanwhile, upstairs Y/N attended several guests, listening to the stories they were sharing about how much it would mean to them to donate and give back to the community. Some of them, Y/N learned were important politicians who wanted to show a good image to help them gain voters, others members of the aristocracy just wanted to show their wealthy off. Whatever reason they had, Y/N was excited to see some of the cheques they were writing right there for the institution, additional to a monthly donation they promised.

Finding Tommy among the guests, Y/N approached him to ask him if she could save the cheques in his office.

“Can we see this later?” He relief not even sending a glance in her direction, his eyes were fixed like daggers in someone.

As he moved around like a gazelle, about to chase his pry, Y/N noticed a group of women eating him with their eyes, looking him up and down, seizing his frame, biting their lips, probably wondering how would it feel to be with him….

Y/N felt like she was out of place, she shook her head and decided to ask Ada instead where she should keep the documents. She then excused herself for a moment, feeling like the happy bubble had been popped given Tommy’s cold attitude. He was never like this, he had never left her talking alone before, but he had been a bit off the last couple of days.

For some unknown reason.

Perhaps she had been creating a fantasy in her mind, yes he was a good man, but he also had an explosive temper when he wanted to, he snapped at people at the slightest provocation. Why would he treat her differently? Just because a she was pregnant?

A knock on the door disturbed the peace she just found, and without waiting to be asked to come inside, Tommy called her name.

“Y/N you’re needed downstairs.” Tommy informed her, but he knew her too damn well. When Ada told him that Y/N was taking a minute on her own, he knew she wasn’t comfortable about something.

“What happened?” He asked patiently. She shook her head, not wanting to make a scene. “Hey, hey.. come here.”

It was everything, her pregnancy, her nerves, the bloody hormones, mood swings, worry to make everything perfect… him.

“I hope you don’t take personally what happened earlier, I was looking for someone that wasn’t invited.” Tommy explained.

Y/N looked at him tentatively. She walked into the en-suite bathroom to wet a cloth and press it into the back of her neck, careful enough to not get a stain in the dress, he followed her steps and took a seat on the edge of the bathtub. The familiarity and comfort between them was too personal.

“Is this why you’ve been acting distant the last couple of days?”

With a sigh, he nodded. “Yes, I act like this when I’m scared.”

Y/N turned around pondering into his words, giving him time and space to speak on his own terms.

“I need to make sure you’re away from this business. I don’t want you to get involved at all. Do you understand?”

“Tommy what’s happening?” It all made sense to her now, the secret phone calls, the late night drives, his mood.

“The less you know, the better.” He cleared his throat. “Promise me you won’t make something stupid.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, he was the one always making the bad decisions she wanted to say instead.

“You won’t get involved.” He was firm about his statement.

“Only if you promise to be safe.” Y/N retorted.

“I’ll try my best.” A soft smile played on his lips.

She mirrored the smile and followed him outside, to join their guest one more time.

“Mr. Shelby! This is a wonderful party.” Mrs. Lewis praised, she was the wife of a former major, a bit extravagant, she loved to show off. “And a beautiful house.”

“I appreciate your words. But all the credit goes to Y/N.”

“So the old wives tale is real huh? That babies come with a bunch of blessings.” She squinted her eyes happily at Y/N’s baby bump, then looked back at Tommy. “Congratulations! I wish this baby nothing but the best.”

Y/N opened her mouth to correct her, and clarify that Tommy wasn’t the father. But Tommy cut her out.

“Thanks, hopefully you’ll be able to help us with the fundraising.”

“I’ll tell family and friends, you can count on that Mr. Shelby.”

As the woman disappeared, Y/N turned her face around to look at him.

“Let people talk, they’re going to do it anyways.” He stated, then as a waiter passed by, he took a glass of whiskey from the tray. “Rule number two; never reveal the truth when they can barely deal with a half truth.”

“What’s number one?”

“Oh, I’d tell you… but then I’d have to kill you and I’d be kind of sad you know?” He winked at her and elegantly strode towards where the music band was playing to grab the microphone.

“Good evening everyone, thank you for joining us tonight. As some of you may know, the Shelby Foundation Institute will open doors in a couple of weeks, we’re sure with this project we’ll be able to help many many children in need, grant them the education their parents can’t afford and a safe environment to learn and develop the abilities that’ll will help them in a near future.” A round of applauses filled the room and Tommy thanked the guest with a small nod. “Your contribution is highly appreciated, it will allow us to complement and provide everything that’s needed. I can assure you, your money will be well spent and we’re more than open to welcome you any time at the Institution.” His eyes started moving across the room. “Last but not least, I’d like to thank to the responsible of this project, the one who since day one showed a genuine interest and despite the doors that were closed in her face, she never backed down until this was a reality. Y/N thank you for everything you’ve done.” Raising his glass in her direction, he recognized her effort and compromise.

Blushing from getting all the attention towards her momentarily, she started biting her lip.

When Tommy started walking, people over to the side, making something similar to a human wall and leaving a space free for him to walk until he reached Y/N.

“Dance with me?”

The gesture took her by surprise, but soon Tommy’s arm wrapped around her waist and he started swaying to the beat of the music.

“Everything is perfect, thank you for taking care of every little thing.” He admitted with a very rare smile.

Carefully to not make Y/N dizzy, Tommy spun her around, following the music beats.

“Thank you for taking us in.” Y/N replied as a wide smile spread on her lips.

Feeling like nothing she could say or do was enough to thank Tommy. She’d be in debt with him for the rest of her life.

“You’ve nothing to-” he started to say but she cut him off.

“I do, every single time I blink, I feel so grateful to have you in my life.”

Tommy gave her hand a squeeze. “If things were different… wouldn’t you do the same?”

“Yes.” She admitted in a heartbeat.

“Then this better be the last time you thank me.” He raised an eyebrow as a warning, but his eyes remained giving her a gentle look. “I know you’d do the same thing for me.”

One more careful spin and the piece was done. A round of applause filled the room and the background noises brought them back to reality.

“I’ve to go, stay here, stay safe.” Tommy stated. “You know what to do in case something bad happens.”

He had already showed her where to hide in case anyone broke into Arrow House. It wasn’t his favorite outcome, but he had assured her it was for the best of she was prepared. Luckily he hadn’t show her how to use a weapon, but she knew the day might be closer than she thought.

“Tommy…” her heart started hammering her ribcage, she could feel it in her ears too. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

The look of worry he found in her eyes made him fight the lump in his throat. If something happened to him, what would she do? Who would protect her? Who’d look after her and the baby?

“Will do. This is the last ilegal business, you know I want to make it right.”

Clearing his throat, he looked around finding Arthur giving him a nod, they were ready to go.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He assured her once more.

As a different music started to play, Y/N went on to search for her grandmother.

Meanwhile, downstairs Lizzie was crying and smocking in such a bad shape after having a word with Michael about Angel, she started shouting when she heard what they did to his restaurant, she was fuming.

“Miss Stark can I help you?” Mary asked, smoothing her apron.

“Do you’ve a gun? So I can shoot someone?” Lizzie wiped her nose.

“No ma’am.” Mary took a step closer. “May I ask what happened?”

“The Shelbys blew my boyfriend’s restaurant so he couldn’t come to the party.” She tried to smooth the black mascara under her eyes.

And she started to whine and bent into the maid all she knew about the stupid rivalry between the Shelby’s and the Changretta’s.

Mary ignored Lizzie’s past, she only knew she was her master’s secretary, so she felt naturally bad for the green-eyed woman.

“I don’t get it, Thomas gets to have the little happy family with Y/N and also dictate who am I able to be involved with.”

“But they aren’t a family, the baby isn’t Mr. Shelby’s.” Mary dropped an unexpected bomb.

Lizzie stared at her in disbelief, her jaw dropping.

“Are you sure?”

“The motives of why he keeps her under his protection are unknown to me, but he isn’t the father of that baby.” The housekeeper assured her.

Lizzie nodded automatically, processing the news and thinking how this piece of information changed a lot of things.

“So Y/N is a little slut after all.” She mumbled to herself, planning in her mind a couple of ideas that would tear down that facade of integrity and good morals Y/N carried around like a crown. A woman’s reputation meant much more than anything.

And of course, it didn’t match the wealthy people standards.

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F*ck Buddies

Part 9 ( more here)

Pairing -Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

I do not consent to my work being copied.

When you woke up the next morning, you were now in Tommy's bed. The last thing you remembered, was laying on his sofa. You still had your nightie on, so nothing sexual must have happened. Would he be annoyed with you?

He cooked for you, made a special effort and you fell asleep! Embarrassing!

Turning over, you noticed the bedroom door suddenly opening. Tommy was carrying a cup, dressed in his suit, shirt and tie. Hair pristine, a big smile on his face. "Morning sleepyhead," he grinned, placing the cup down on the bedside table next to you. Perching on the bed, he bent to kiss you.

"Ah don't I just woke up, I'm so sorry about last night," you apologised, "You should have just woken me up,"

"Why?" he frowned, brushing a stray hair away, "I tucked you in like a good boy, you were drooling, so...."

"Stop it, I was not," you swatted his arm, feeling a flush creep to your face. "I feel bad, you went to all of the effort, and we didn't even have sex,"

When his phone began to ring, he placed it on silent. Laughing at your statement, totally bewildered that's what you had thought. "Ah fuck yeah, I got you here just for sex, now what will I do?" Tommy shrugged, enjoying your expression.

"We had a good evening, yeah? I told you I wanted to do this right," staring into your eyes, he brushed his hand over your cheek.

“But... I have to go, I made you some tea. You be ok locking up?"

"Yeah I need to go soon. I have to get to work, I will leave the key at the front desk," you replied, in between the kisses he was planting on your face.

"Just hang on to it," he called, as he left the bedroom.

Climbing into his car, Tommy checked his phone again. Sara had called him five times, and kept texting him. What the fuck? Was she not getting the message? It had been months since he had last had anything to do with her.

Way before you.

She had been a fling, that was it. She was very full on. Too eager, always hounding him. She was just a fuck! And plus now, he had you..... You were so much more than that.

It didn’t help, that she worked at the same gym as you. She couldn't of told you, you would have mentioned it surely ? Tommy hadn’t even seen her there for weeks. Luckily…

"Use you? We had a bit of fun, that was it. Stop calling me,"

She would get the message, if he had to go and see her he would. Warn her off, he could even change his number. She was not going to mess this up for him! No way.

Showering and dressing at Tommy's apartment, you were now rushing around. He lived further away from where you worked, and the city traffic would be busy now.

"Running late, stuck in traffic. If I get stuck, can you start my pilates?" you text your co worker, Amira.

"Ok, but I have a client in an hour. You better not be fucking, you dirty girl?"

Laughing, you locked his door, rushing to the lift. You should have got up earlier. Waving at the doorman, you rushed from the building. Checking your watch as you went.

Twenty minutes later, you were still stuck in traffic. Sitting at the red lights, waiting for them to change. Briefly glancing into the rear view mirror, you noticed a white BMW approach.

Leaning down, whilst stationary, you grabbed your water from your bag. Checking the lights were still on red, you looked into your mirror again. Thinking how fast, the approaching car seemed to be going.

Where they going to stop? Your hands gripped the steering wheel, as you contemplated pulling away.

But, it was soon too late.

The car crashed into yours, full speed. Sending you flying forward, your airbag exploding. Body being crushed between the chair and the wheel. The last sound you heard, was your horn beeping....

"She's still not here," Amira told the gym manager, Dean. "I've called her over and over, she text me this morning. Do you think she's ok?"

Frowning, Dean picked up his phone, trying to call you himself. You were never late, and never rang in sick. "Maybe she's still stuck in traffic?"

Tommy had also been trying to get hold of you. It was 5pm now, and he hadn't heard a word. No reply to his text, no calls. Deciding to leave work, he set off towards the gym. He hadn't planned on going today, but he knew you would be there.

Pushing the lock button on his car, he opened the gym door. Bumping smack bang into Sara. Swallowing harshly, he glared at her. Not wanting an argument, not even wanting to be seen with her.

“She’s not here, if that’s what you’ve come for?” She growled at him, taking a step closer.

“What do you mean? She’s working today?” He asked, avoiding the conversation about her basically stalking him.

“She was meant to be, she didn’t turn up. Thought it might have something to do with you?” She questioned, running her fingers over his shirt. "Did you tie her up, Tommy?" she cooed at him, trying to look sexy.

Shooing her hand away, Tommy frowned. “Didn’t turn up?”

Pulling yourself up, you tried to get comfortable on the hospital bed. Still feeling dazed, you didn’t know how long you’d been here for. When the curtain was pulled back, a nurse in his early twenties appeared. Shooting you a smile, he placed a cup next to you.

“Sweet tea for the shock, my little chicken,” he winked. “You wanna answer that, it hasn’t stopped ringing,” He gestured towards your bag.

You remembered them asking, about your next of kin. But you didn’t want to bother anyone. It had only been a bump. Fumbling for your handbag, you stared at your phone.

“Tommy calling,”

“That your fella?” The nurse asked, feeling your pulse.

“No… well … sort of…” you frowned, the action making your headache worse. “Not sure,”

“Fuck buddies?” He whispered, “Put the poor sod out of his misery, call him back,"

Tommy was driving to your apartment, when you called him back. His heart began to race with relief. Until he heard your voice, heard the words you were telling him. The tell tale tremor in your words. He swore his heart stopped, just for a second.

A car crash? Fuck…. He had to see you.

Now sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. You tried to stretch your body, everything ached. Your neck felt tight and bruised. But, you had been checked over. Just cuts and bruises. You had been lucky, they told you. Your car hadn't been so lucky, you had only had it for six months.

“Y/n?” You heard, seeing Tommy rushing towards you. “What the fuck happened?” Squeezing you tightly, you flinched in pain. “Shit, sorry,”

Leaning against him, you were suddenly so glad he was here. You prided yourself, on being independent. Not relying on anyone. Not being a burden. But was it so wrong, to let yourself be cared for? Loved? No not loved, you just cared for each other. Or was it just lust?

"I can't remember much, just a car crashing into me full speed. I was... waiting at the lights, I think," you frowned, trying to process the events of the day. "They said, the driver had been drinking..."

Gently, he took your face in his hands, turning your head from side to side. "Fucking idiots, are you ok though? Have you been checked over?"

Nodding, you desperately tried to hold your emotions in. You just felt so vulnerable and he was being so kind to you. "I went to the gym, looking for you. A million scenarios, were running through my head,"

Seeing your eyes fill with tears, he pressed gentle kisses to your bruised face. "It's ok, I'm here now,"

"Can you give me a lift home?" you asked, "They towed my car, I think it's a write off. I can't even think about it, yet," A sob escaped your throat, making you look away in embarrasment.

"A lift home?" Tommy asked, "I'm taking you home, and not letting you out of my sight,"

Tommy was already planning, to find out who was driving the car that hit you....

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Lies Travel Faster..

Request from @elenavampire21

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Could I ask for a Tommy gif using this picture. You and Tommy have been close friends and is working at the garrison and both have been scared to admit they love each other. You feel sad when one day grace is flirting with tommy . That night when it’s just you and Tommy he ensures that it’s only you he loves and both end up having sex .

@zablife has written a fantastic version of this request. You can read it here

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to enter The Garrison. Pausing, you checked your watch again, ten minutes early for your shift. Damn it. You didn't want to have to make conversation, with her. Her fake laugh just irritated you, the way she watched your every move. Followed you around, trying to befriend you.

You didn't want her as a friend.

The way you saw it was, she was your number one enemy. Bit harsh maybe? No... fuck it. She had swooped in, taken half of your shifts. Taking Tommy's attention away from you. Everyday you had day dreamed, of pouring the drip trays over her perfect blonde hair. Would she be laughing then? No...

Deciding you couldn't delay any longer, you pushed the heavy door open. Two pairs of eyes, stopping their conversation to look at you. Grace with her smug grin dropping, when she realised it was you.

Tommy Shelby's girl, so everyone thought. But no, you were just friends. Sadly... he would never see you, as anything more.

Leaning against the bar, you let your eyes drift to his pert ass. Pausing taking a sip of his whiskey, he smiled over to you.

"Here she is, the one and only Y/n Y/L/N," he winked, lifting his arm for you to greet him.

It was just how you were with each other. Flirting, Ada would say. It was just being friendly, that was all. Standing beside him, you placed your bag onto the counter. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kissed your cheek.

"The one and only?" you laughed, staring into his eyes. Instantly feeling happier. "Surely one is enough, Tommy?"

"It is for me," he answered, "You working now?"

Grace hovered behind the bar, taking her time to fold the cloth. "Four minutes to be precise," you smiled at him, slipping out of his grasp to hang your coat in the back room. Eurgh, you could smell her perfume from here. What was it? Tart? with a hint of man stealer?

"Stop it, Y/n," you chastised yourself. Be the better person, as your mother always told you. Treat others how you want to be treated.

Stepping behind the bar, you squeezed past her. There it was, the irritating giggle at something Tommy had said. He was hardly a comedian.

"Evening Y/n," she remarked.

"Grace," you forced a smile, standing beside her.

"Can I offer you anything else before I go, Mr Shelby?" she questioned, leaning forward over the bar. Fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Like what? Your tits? You wanted to retort.

"Nah, Y/n will look after me, I'm sure, eh?" he replied, watching you start to clean the glasses.

"Yeah, you can go, Grace. You look tired," you responded, brushing past her.

Reaching for the cloth. Hearing Tommy chuckle, you ignored him. Continuing with your work, anger bubbling. Leaving to fetch her coat and bag, you heard Grace call goodbye. Before the heavy door fell shut once again.

"Y/n Y/L/N, tut, tut," Tommy spoke, as he lit a cigarette. "Where's your manners, ey? I think you upset our dear barmaid,"

Looking at him briefly, you rolled your eyes. Before taking the small ladder, to climb up the the top shelf. "She will get over it," you sighed, hearing the clip clop of Tommy's shoes, coming behind the bar. His cigarette smoke following him.

"What's up with you, ey?" he questioned, looking up at you, on the ladder. The shape of your curves visible, making the blood rush to his cock. "You not like her?"

Briefly glancing down at him, you tried to remain angry. His baby blue eyes gazing up at you, hair tousled from a long day. Blowing the smoke up to the ceiling. Just looking so fuckable.

"No... I don't," you replied, "She's fake," Reaching up again, to put the whiskey back. You wobbled on the ladder, "Shit," you gasped, grasping onto the shelf.

Climbing onto the ladder behind you, Tommy held your waist.

"Come on, climb down before you fall," The heat of his skin, could be felt through your thin dress. Without warning he lifted you, holding you tightly, before placing you on the bar counter.

"I've got you," he whispered, eyes flitting towards your lips.

"I wasn't going to fall," was all you could think of saying. He was now stood in between your legs, still holding your waist. The chemistry between you was electric.

"Grace..." he started, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingertips tracing along your cheek.

"Tommy, seriously?" you answered, trying to push him away. His strong hands stopping you.

"Just listen, hmm?" he pleaded, his lips landing on yours, catching you off guard. Holding them against yours, feeling like they belonged there. That he was meant to kiss you. Taking your breath away.

“Grace means nothing to me, she’s nothing to me. She works for me, that’s it. You….” Grabbing your hips, he pulled you further to him. Bodies moulding together.

“Are the one… the one I love,” There, he had said it, said the words out loud, he had confessed. Finally! After Polly being in his ear, for the past six months.

She was convinced you felt the same.

"You do?" you whispered, looking up at him, willing him to say it again.

Reaching behind you, he stubbed out his cigarette. Holding your face gently, nose brushing against yours. "Y/N Y/L/N, you are a beautiful, fierce, loyal woman. And I love you, I want us to be together,"

The ticking of the clock in the background could be heard, as silence descended. Tommy eagerly awaiting your answer.

"I love you too, Thomas Shelby, always have," you confessed, a smile spreading across your face. Feeling relief that he felt the same as you. "Kiss me again," Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm taking you home, and I'm gonna do more than kiss you, eh," he warned you, nibbling at your neck.

"Ah god, Tommy, keep going," you screamed, as he thrust into you. Your second orgasm fast approaching, his hips rolling into your, lips connecting.

"Will you be mine, Y/n?" he asked, lips brushing against yours. Before upping his speed again, fucking you so deep and hard.

"Yes, yes," you screamed, answering his question as you came undone again.....

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Happy Birthday Oppie😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Happy birthday to Robert Oppenheimer who would be 120 today!

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Forbidden Desire (Part 23)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

"I should have him killed," Tommy said as soon as Robert left the room, but you bristled at the suggestion.

"No, Tommy, you can't do that!" you objected. "This is all my fault, I know that and I will find a way to fix this," you promised gravely, eyes pleading for Tommy to reconsider. And, even though you too knew the full weight of your actions, somehow your heart didn't feel heavy, not yet. Instead, you still felt the euphoria of being with him: the exhilarating feeling as though his love was an intoxicating drug that coursed through your veins.

"Relax. I wasn't serious," Tommy conceded, softening his expression as he observed you, although he knew well that, by keeping Robert alive, there was always a risk the truth could inevitably bubble to the surface.

"I'll make sure he never breathes a word about this though," Tommy promised, his voice firm and his eyes hard and you nodded silently, still reeling from what had just happened.

" Tommy," you eventually whispered meekly after almost three minutes of silence, your heart pounding as you reached for his hand and he took it in his own, his grip warm and steady.

"Yes, Love?" he asked, intently focused on your expression.

"I don't want you to marry Lizzie," you admitted quietly, your heart still reeling from the whirlwind of emotion that had swept through the room.

Tommy let out a sigh, releasing your hand as he turned away and paced toward the large fireplace at the far end of the room.

Gripping the mantlepiece with white-knuckled intensity, he spoke in a low growl towards the flames dancing merrily within the hearth.

"Love, it's already done and it's for the best, eh" he insisted. "I can't call off the wedding and I most certainly can't be with you, no matter how much I want to," he added, his voice thick with regret.

The air in the room became heavy, filled with unspoken emotions that weighed down on you like a poorly fitted corset, squeezing the air from your lungs.

You searched his face, trying to find any kind of warmth that could hint at the love he said he felt for you, but his gaze remained fixed on the fire crackling within the hearth.

"I can't just forget about us though," you admitted softly, taking a tentative step towards him as if approaching a caged lion. "I read the letters," you told him with tears in your eyes.

"Yes, the letters I never send to you for a fucking reason," he snapped, his disappointment written clearly across the hard lines of his handsome face. "You are my goddamn niece for fuck sake!"  Tommy thundered, spinning around rapidly and taking a step towards you. The blazing fire behind him illuminated his sculpted face, casting deep shadows across his features as he looked at you with an expression that swung between despair and frustration. 

"But we didn't know when all of this started between us,"  you protested quietly, maintaining the fragile connection between you.

"Does it fucking matter now, Love?" Tommy ground out, his voice a rasp of gravel and anger as he stared down at you.

You trembled under his gaze, those blue eyes that could both soothe and incite fear burning with an intensity that left you wanting to surrender, even as your heart screamed at you to run.

"Society won't care about whether we knew or not. No one would ever fucking marry us and I certainly won't get into the House of Fucking Commons if it was to be found out that  I fucked my own niece," Tommy growled, his body rigid with tension.

"I cannot change the fact that we are related, and I cannot change the fact that I want you more than anything in this world. But it doesn't fucking matter. We just -," Tommy began, only to be cut off by your lips on his. 

"Shut up," you whispered, your voice thick with desire.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you, kissing him deeply. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he hesitated for just a moment before he kissed you back, his lips devouring yours with a passion that took your breath away.

Tommy's hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his arousal pressing into you, hot and hard. His fingers dug into your hips as he lifted you up onto the desk, spreading your legs apart.

"I don't want marriage. I don't even want you to admit, in public, that you have feelings for me, but I want to be with you occasionally and I don't want to fucking share you," you panted, your voice shaking with desire as his hands roamed your body.

"Y/N, we can't do this," Tommy groaned, even as his lips found your neck and his breath ghosted against your skin. "But I can't fucking keep my hands off you either," he admitted, the words like a confession against your heated flesh. "What are you doing to me?" Tommy breathed, hands gripping your hips so tightly it was almost painful. But you reveled in the knowledge that you had this effect on him, a man who was so in control of everything around him, reduced to a panting, pleading mess of sensations.

You arched your back, breaking the kiss as you reached upwards, unbuttoning his shirt again. The strong lines and shadows of his chest unfolded before you like an illicit gift and you couldn't resist running your fingers over his skin, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat under your touch.

"I need your cock inside me , Tommy," you demanded, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him with a hunger that he mirrored in his eyes.

He groaned at your words, low and deep in his throat, his blue eyes darkening with desire as they locked on you.

You reached down to pull your skirt up further, exposing yourself to him as he pushed his trousers down and stood between your open legs, his throbbing need evident of its fierce desire.

Tommy's hungry gaze never left yours as he pushed into you in one sharp movement.

Your head fell back with a gasp, his name spilling from your lips as you welcomed him deeper inside.

You were wet and ready, the slickness coating his length as he filled you completely. The feeling was indescribable; pleasure mixed with guilt and longing that made your heart race and your mind whirl with emotions.

Tommy's eyes blazed with lust as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he moved within you.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N," he groaned, his breath hot against your neck. "You feel so fucking good."

Despite the cold air in the room, sweat beaded on both of your brows as you matched his thrusts, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The desk beneath you creaked and shifted with each harsh movement, but neither of you cared. The world outside this room didn't matter, only the two of you and the primal connection between you until, finally, you reached your high.

"Oh my fucking god , Tommy!" you screamed as your orgasm tore through your body. His name tasted sweet on your lips and you relished in the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin as you clenched around him. "Yes, yes, just like that," you gasped, your head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure as he drove into you harder. Tommy's movements became more frenzied, his control slipping as he chased his release.

"Fuck , Y/N," he growled, his voice nothing more than a guttural rumble as his hips snapped forward. "You're going to make me come so hard."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, igniting the flames of your own renewed desire.

You clenched around him, milking his cock with your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as he continued to piston in and out of you until, finally, he stilled.

Groaning even louder than before, Tommy emptied himself deep within you, seed dripping from your still-quivering entrance as he fell forward, resting his forehead against yours.

His breaths came in short pants, and you smiled as his cock twitched in the aftermath of its climax within your warmth. 

"Fuck I love you," Tommy muttered, eyes drifting closed as a sigh of pure ecstasy passed through his lips. He shivered against you.

"I love you too,"  you whispered back, the warmth of your breath brushing against his cheek, causing goosebumps to rise up all over his body.

You sat and stood there for a moment, completely intertwined with one another, your chests heaving in sync. The only sound in the room was the steady beating of your hearts and the labored breaths leaving your lungs.

You looked up at Tommy and noticed the satisfied, blissful expression on his face that you had put there.

His hair was slightly damp with sweat and stuck to your forehead as his body relaxed against yours on the desk. The satisfaction that warmed you up from the inside, knowing that you had done this to him, was unparalleled. You loved seeing him lose control, even if it was just for a moment in time. After a few moments of post-sex silence, Tommy slowly pulled out of you and stood up straight. His body glistened with the sweat of exertion and desire and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of you draped over his desk, thoroughly fucked.

But the smile quickly faded as reality came crashing back down.

"We can't keep doing this, Love," he muttered, tucking his shirt back into his trousers and doing up his belt. "I am getting married tomorrow," he reminded you, causing you to nod. 

"I know," you replied softly, still catching your breath. The feeling of emptiness as he pulled out of you was a stark reminder of the cruel reality. "I know it's wrong, Tommy."

He leaned over the desk and kissed you gently on the lips, a small promise that he would always protect you.

As you pulled your skirt back down and fixed your hair, Tommy took one last look at you before turning to leave the room. The silence of the study felt heavy and charged, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in your chest.

You watched as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone in a state of blissful satisfaction, and the chilliness of the room brought reality crashing back down around you. You knew that this moment couldn't last forever, but it was something that you would cherish nonetheless.

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