#Finn Shelby fanfic

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Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊)

PART ONE  ✘

It had already been a couple of weeks since the night of the encounter. Y/N didn’t let the incident stop her from going to work and seeing her patients. As she rode through the streets of Small Heath, she would often catch glimpses of Finn Shelby. Whether it was outside The Garrison or anywhere else where he seemed to of been running errands.

Whenever the pair would lock eyes, it’s almost as if time stood still.

Y/N would blush, and Finn would feel his heart pick up it’s pace just from the mere sight of her. She was driving him crazy. They would smile at one another or perhaps even wave. However, no words were ever said due to the fact that both of them were busy whenever their paths would cross.

On this particular day, something was different. It was another early start for Y/N, though she didn’t mind. As much as she loved her job, she couldn’t deny how excited she was to have the weekend off.

Finn had woken up that morning with that same feeling in his chest he’d get whenever he would see her. He hasn’t been able to think of anyone else apart from her since that night. She was all he could seem to think about. It didn’t help that the vision of her would visit him in his dreams, almost every night.

He couldn’t go on another day. The thought of her this time simply wasn’t enough. He wanted to see her before he really did go crazy.

The youngest Shelby sat up against the headboard of his bed, slowly rubbing his hands over his tired face. Flicking open his pocket watch, it read to be 11:37am. Usually he would be up much earlier than this, but fortunately for him; his weekend had started early.

Tommy was away on business in London and Arthur had everything covered in his absence. With the amount of jobs his brothers have had him doing these past couple of weeks, Finn wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity of having a weekend off.

To do whatever he wanted. With a particular someone.  

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The day went by fairly quickly for Y/N. It was around 4:00 in the afternoon, which meant her weekend had finally started. She didn’t have any plans, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a busy day, there was nothing else that excited her more.

That’s what she thought, until she caught a glimpse of Finn Shelby. Suddenly, there was nothing else more exciting than seeing the man she had been longing for since he had walked her home only weeks ago.

He was in his typical Peaky Blinder attire. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a typical white dress shirt and a matching vest underneath. He wore a blue tie, having a diamond pattern on it. Y/N liked it, she thought it suited him.

He wore the signature cap with pride, and she noticed a cigarette between his fingers as he leaned against the wall. He looked confident this way, and it made her nervous. But in the best way possible.

As she began getting closer to the bike shed, he noticed her out of the corner of his eye. His head turned, as he was met with the girl he hadn’t managed to stop thinking about since he had first laid eyes on her.

She was already smiling, which lit up her whole face. Her eyes were bright, and Finn knew it was going to be a challenge to not stare into them and make himself weak in the knees. He took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground an making his way over to her.

Y/N put her bike away, grabbing her nursing bag before turning to face him.

“Well if it isn’t Finn Shelby!” She said, her heart going a million miles an hour due to the fact that she was finally standing across from him.

Finn gave a cheeky smile in response, taking his cap off as he stopped in his tracks, “Hi love.”

Love, he was using pet names now. If he kept going she wasn’t sure how she would be able to cope.

“How you doing?” he followed up, running a hand through his hair and looking down at her.

“I’m good, yeah,” She nodded her head, “Just been keeping myself busy.”

Finn tilted his head to the side slightly, “I know the feeling.”

Her gaze narrowed slightly, in a humorous sort of way, “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Her words caused him to look at the ground for a second before glancing back into her eyes, those beautiful eyes.

“Well,” Finn started, a wave a nerves suddenly washing over him.

A few seconds went by, the two of them just staring into each other’s eyes as if everyone in the whole world had stopped existing for a short moment and they were the only ones left.

Finn broke the silence, “Fancy getting out of Small Heath for a bit?”

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The pair were now in the car. Finn in the driver’s seat with Y/N next to him. As they drove out of Small Heath, watching brick buildings being replaced with green fields, it’s like they could feel all their worries disappearing away. 

Y/N had changed into a dress before they left and had taken her hair out, letting it fall free over her shoulders and back. 

She was leaning against the window on the passenger side of the car, looking out of her surroundings. While she was admiring the landscape, Finn couldn’t seem to stop admiring her. She looked so comfortable and it was invigorating for Finn to see her this way. 

He couldn’t help but steal glances between her and the road ahead of him. He loved hearing her comment about how lovely the land looked, or how she would smile at him, or even how her hair would be picked up by the wind coming through the window. 

He was growing rather fond of this girl, even more so with every minute that passed while they were together. 

The pair of them were beyond glad that they were finally spending some time alone together, on happier circumstances this time. She knew she had nothing to worry about while she was with him. 

Y/N had this overwhelming feeling of adoration and proximity, he made her feel alive.

“Where exactly did you say we’re going again?” She giggled, the sound making him grin from ear to ear.

“I didn’t,” he joked, “But we’re nearly there.”

She shook her head at him with a smile, leaning back into the seat.

Finn wasn’t sure what came over him as he took one hand off the steering wheel, reaching out for her own. Y/N placed her hand into his, loving how it felt so familiar.

She took notice of his family ring that he wore on his index finger. It was a gold ring with a black gemstone, which glimmered in the light.

He squeezed her hand, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to glance at her, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she beamed, “I trust you Finn Shelby.”

That was all he wanted to hear in that moment. His heart fell back into it’s normal rhythm, feeling reassured in the fact that she still felt safe with him. 

Without a second thought, Finn lifted her hand to to his face. His eyes were still watching the road as he placed a kiss to the back of her hand, his lips lingering for a few seconds. 

Y/N was in awe of him, wanting to commit this exact moment in her memory forever.

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It was only about 15 minutes before Finn pulled the car over near a bridge.

He turned the car off and faced her, “We’re walking from here, it’s not far. Is that okay?”

Y/N nodded, opening the car door, “That’s fine!”

The two of them jumped out of the car. It felt good to stand up after being sat down in the car for at least an hour and a half. As Y/N was waiting for Finn to walk around to her side of the car, she closed her eyes momentarily. 

The air around them was pleasantly warm. The sun was low in the sky, meaning the sunset shouldn’t be too far away.

Finn stood beside her, looking down at her with a smile, “You ready?”

Y/N nodded, taking his hand as he reached out for her’s once again. 

Finn led the way down a concrete path, surrounded by trees. The pair chatted comfortably as they walked for a few minutes. 

“Not long now,” Finn reassured her as they kept walking. She noticed the path had started to end and they were now walking on grass, down a small hill. She held onto Finn’s hand tightly, not wanting to trip and embarrass herself. 

Y/N could start to hear the sound of flowing water getting increasing louder as they kept walking through the trees. Finn soon halted as she stood beside him, swinging their arms slightly to which their hands were still linked. 

“Wow,” Y/N exclaimed, taking in her surroundings. 

In front of them was a large bed of crystal clear water, in a clearing surrounded by trees where the sun was starting to cut through. There was a small waterfall at the very top. The soft sound of running water was like music to her ears.  

The sun was visible behind the trees as it was slowly setting. 

She dropped Finn’s hand, making her way over to the edge of the water. She knelt down on the soft grass, running the tips of her fingers through the water. 

“What do you think?” Finn questioned, placing his hands in his trouser pockets while smiling down at her.

Y/N marvelled the beauty in front of her. She glanced over her should to look at him, “I think it’s beautiful.”

In this moment, she decided to act on her impulsive thoughts. To Finn’s utter shock and surprise, Y/N stood to her feet rather quickly as she started to unbutton the front of her dress.

Finn’s eyes widen at this, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going for a swim, care to join?” She chuckled, still trying fiddle with the buttons on her dress.

“Y/N,” Finn spoke, trying not to let the thought of her unbuttoning her dress do things to him, “It’ll be freezing. I’d hate for you to end up getting sick!”

She grinned, glancing at him over her shoulder as her dress began to fall slowly off her shoulders, “The water feels fine. C’mon! I thought you were a Shelby; you’re not scared are you?”

Finn breathed out through his lips, shaking his head with a grin plastered across his face as he started taking off his suit jacket.

“You’re a lot braver than me Miss Y/L/N,” Finn spoke as he turned around, wanting to give her some privacy.

She took another glance over her shoulder and watched as Finn took his gun holster off from around his shoulders. She couldn’t help but think about how attractive he looked and how he made her feel certain ways that gave her butterflies in her stomach with excitement.

Once Finn had stripped down to his boxers, he turned around, the sight nearly making his eyes pop out of his head.

There she was, standing in the water just up to her ankles in nothing but her undergarments. Finn instantly stopped from trailing his eyes down her figure, shaking any inappropriate thoughts out of his head. He respected this girl too much.  

He made his way down to her and stood by her side, hardly being fazed by the temperature of the water. Purely to be bold; instead of staying by her side, he kept walking until the water was up to his waist. Turning around, he noticed she still stood in place.

“Who’s scared now?” Finn raised his eyebrows, staring into her eyes from where he stood.

Y/N chuckled, “It’s actually colder than what I once thought.”

He smiled softly, slowly holding his hand out to her, “C’mon sweetheart, I promise it’s not that bad once you get used to it.”

By god, she adored the man standing in front of her. She already knew she would follow him anywhere.

Y/N sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and she slowly made her way towards him. She resisted the urge to squeal as she kept walking, but she couldn’t control the way she screwed her eyes shut at the feeling of the cold water making it’s way up her legs.

She glanced up to find that as she was slowly making her way forward, Finn took a couple of steps back, starting to trek a little deeper.

“Don’t you dare move, Finn Shelby!” She warned, not wanting to take her eyes off him.

He chuckled in response, now standing completely still in place, “I’m sorry. I won’t move.”

As she neared closer to him, Finn met her halfway so she wouldn’t have to walk as far.

“You doing okay?” Finn questioned as he stood in front of her.

The two of them were so close to one another that she could feel the warm radiating off him. Just like the night when he saved her and the way he sheltered her from the rain.

“I’m better now,” Y/N looked down momentarily before starting to look back up at him through her eyelashes.  

Finn smiled, reaching his hand out once again, “Still feeling brave?”

She shrugged her shoulders with a growing smile, taking the hand he was offering in her own.

He nodded; slowing starting to walk back further into the water, expecting her to follow him. She took one step forward and squealed, yanking him back. Finn laughed at her reaction, stepping forward to stand close to her once again.

“It’s freezing!” She whined, not daring to let go of his hand.

Y/N reached up before Finn had the chance to speak, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He chuckled at her reaction and felt her legs start to snake around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Finn carefully wrapped his arms around her back and slowly started to walk further into the water.

She had her head resting against his, shutting her eyes as they were now almost completely submerged in the water. 

He could hear her whimpering and laughing into his ear, “See how brave you are?”

The pair chuckled in unison and soon fell into a comfortable silence. Finn stood his ground, swaying slowly as they continued to embrace. Y/N hoped he wouldn’t be able to hear her heart thumping against her chest. The only sounds to be heard were the water flowing, the call of birds and their breathing. It was pure bliss.

“Don’t hate me,” Finn said out of nowhere. Instead of waiting for a response he slipped under the water for a couple of seconds, taking her with him.

After they resurfaced, they still held on tightly to one another.

“Finn!” Y/N screamed in disbelief, wiping the water from her eyes.

He laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest and against her skin. Y/N kept her arms wrapped around his neck, but loosened her grip slightly as she glanced up at the sky.

“Look at all those colours,” she whispered, taking in all the beauty above them.

The sky had now changed colour. Turning all different shades of blue, purple, pink and orange. It made this place feel like she was in a dream.

As she glanced up to the sky, so did Finn. However, his eyes were only on the sky for a few seconds before they began trailing over her face.

He took in every single detail. The way her cheeks were a light shade of pink, the subtle freckles that grazed over certain parts of her face, her long eyelashes, even the way small droplets of water fell down her face. He couldn’t control his ever growing feelings for her.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Y/N instantly glanced down at him, not believing she had heard the words correctly that had just toppled out of his lips.

She noticed the way he was intently looking at her with hooded eyes. A look of astonishment. He was in awe of her, and he wasn’t trying to hide it in any way.

They both stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them wanting this moment to end.

Y/N smiled, leaning forward to press her forehead against his. She kept playing the words in her head, over and over again.

“Say it again,” she whispered, her breath hot against his face.

Finn kept looking at her through hooded eyes, moving closer to her if that was even possible. He kept one of his arms wrapped around her and trailed the other up her spine until he reached the back of her neck, cradling her.

“You,” he started, dropping his head down to place an innocent kiss to her chest; right over her heart, he could feel hear her hum in contentment.

“….Are so beautiful,” he finished the sentence, his gaze never once leaving her plump and pink lips.

Y/N smiled, not being able to contain the trapped words anymore, “Kiss me, Finn Shelby.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Finn met her eyes one more time before gently placing his lips onto hers. The two of them sighed in relief against each other’s lips. He pulled away slowly, just for a moment before leaning back in.

They kissed slowly and sensually, never wanting it to stop. Y/N felt his hands rubbing comforting circles into her back, making her feel like she was floating. Finn then moved his hands from her back to her thighs, keeping her in place against him.

Y/N hummed against his lips, not being able to hide how good he was making her feel. She let her arms unwrap from his neck, and placed her hands against his shoulders instead.  

Finn could feel her start to run her nails gently up his neck and to the back of his head, running through his hair before she cupped his cheeks, not wanting him to ever pull away.

A few more minutes had passed before they both pulled away, giggling as their foreheads rested against each other once again.

“You’re all I’ve been able to think about since we first met,” Finn whispered against her lips.

Y/N grinned, rubbing circles into his cheeks as she continued to cup his face, “So have you.”

Finn groaned, causing her to laugh as he pecked her lips once more, “Can we just stay like this forever?”

“I have no objections against that, Mr Shelby.”

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𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢 | 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅. 𝑰 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾! 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟓𝒌

You had been dating Finn Shelby for a year now, and not once had you and him had sex. Finn was more of a quiet kind of boy, along with sweet and shy. You loved that about him but you also had needs.

Even though you were working your mind couldn't keep Finn out of your mind, the sinful thoughts made a blush rise every time. The two of you hadn't gone far at all, you haven't even felt his hands anywhere near the places you needed.

Finn would always stop when it would get a little heated, making up some excuse every time. You loved Finn and would never push him to do anything he didn't want to but today might be hard. You have been sexually frustrated the whole day and you needed a release, something you wouldn't be able to do on your own.

You were on your way to Finn's house, knowing that he was home alone because his sibling were all out having some type of reunion at his brother John's.

As you neared you started feeling a little bit nervous, you hadn't gone far at all with him, and now all of a sudden you wanted to go all the way.

You evened your breath once you approached his door. You brought your hand up and knocked on the door, feeling a little bit shaky. The door opened, and to your surprise, it was Isaiah who stood in front of you instead of Finn.

"Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here at," He looked down at the watch that was on his wrist. "12:36" He looked up at you again. You blew out a nervous breath and smiled.

"I thought you were going to be at John's," You said, the feeling of turning around and heading home too deep, but you planted your feet to the ground and forced yourself to stay put.

"Yeah I was going to but my da thought it would be better if I stayed back," He replied. "Did ya want to come in?"

"Yeah, thank you," You said once he opened the door wider, letting you slip in past him. Your eyes wandered about the house, trying to see if you could spot Finn.

"Oi Finn your women's here!" Isaiah shouted, brushing past you and made his way into the sitting room. He took a seat on the sofa, but not before he took the whiskey from the small table in front of him and put it to his lips.

Finn walked into the room making you turn your head to look at him. The nerves in your stomach clenched and you couldn't help the way your eyes trailed down his body, taking in everything that made him Finn. When you moved your gaze back up just as slowly the reason why you had come found its way back in your head and the nerves slowed.

"Y/N?" Finn questioned, your eyes flew towards his. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you saw that his gaze was on you, confusion along with lust mixed within his face telling you that he saw how you were looking at him. You held his gaze as you took off your coat, slowly placing it on the sofa the was sat in front of you.

A chuckle filled the room making both you and Finn break eye contact and look towards Isaiah who was still sat on the sofa. He shook his head before he stood up, taking his coat from beside him and sliding it on.

"Show him a good time Y/N, then maybe his bloody brothers will stop teasing him about being a virgin," He remarked, a small smirk on his face. Isaiah looked at Finn who was glaring at him, this only made an amused look form in his eyes as he left the room. The only sound after that was the sound the door made when it closed, leaving you alone with Finn.

And just with those words that Isaiah had said, the nerves made their way back into your stomach. Your gaze slowly wandered back towards your handsome boyfriend who stood in the same spot, glaring at the door where Isaiah had stood just moments ago.

"Finn?" You questioned, slowly making your way towards him. You took his hand in your own making his gaze drop down towards you. You were average height but even then Finn towered over you, with him being a head or more taller.

You brought his hand down on your chest, right over your heart which was beating at a really fast pace. His gaze fell to where his hand was placed but soon moved it up to meet your eyes, a hungry look in his eyes.

"You feel that?" You purred. "That is for you Finn. If you were to move your hand further down you would feel what you really do to me," His breathing started getting more heavy, his gaze falling down to your lips that were slightly parted.

You moved onto your toes and brought your lips up to connect with his. You melted into him, moving your lips with his trying to taste every part of him you could. You brushed your tongue over his lip making him pull back.

"Y/N," He breathed, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed pulling out of his grasp. Your eyes fell to the floor.

"Do you not want to do it with me?" You asked hurt laced in your voice. He took your face into his hands, bringing it up to look at him.

"I do, so much," He paused, more like hesitated. "You're not a virgin, I feel that I wouldn't be able to give ya the pleasure that you want," His eyes fall towards the floor, making your heart swell. The reason why he doesn't want to have sex with you makes you want to do it even more, not for your sake but for his.

"Let me show you just how wrong you are," You whispered, taking his hands and leading him towards his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and made your way toward Finn. His nervous eyes met yours but he didn't back away, instead he placed his arms around you once you reached him.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled him down to your lips in a slow kiss. You wanted to show him how much you loved him, you wanted him to feel it the day after so he would never forget his first time.

You took your time kissing his bottom lip, sucking and biting it softly which led him to let out a soft moan making your legs grow weak. You didn't pull away as you pushed him onto his bed, climbing on top of his tall body.

Your hands trailed under his shirt, feeling the way he tensed every time your hands made contact with his soft, warm skin. You pulled away for a couple of seconds to take his shirt off before finding your lips back on his, sliding your hands over his arms only to grip at his biceps that flexed under your soft touch.

Your hips started moving in slow circles against his, trying to relieve some pressure. You heard a low groan from beneath you, his fingers gripped your hips tighter. You felt something push up against your sex earning a moan to leave your swollen lips.

You pulled away from Finn only to leave open-mouth kisses along his jaw. and down to his neck. You sucked at the soft skin, possibly leaving a mark that would be seen in the morning. A groan left his lips when you started moving your hips faster.

You looked at him once you started unzipping his pants. His breath was heavy and his eyes never left yours but you could see that he was nervous.

Once you got his pants unzipped you slowly pulled them off and threw them on the floor, leaving Finn in just his underwear while you were fully clothed. The bulge that was in his boxers was really noticeable and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips.

You lifted his leg and started kissing and sucking his inner thighs. A groan left his lips, his breathing getting more and more ragged and you had beardy even touched him.

Your hand made its way towards his crotch and slowly started rubbing him. He closed his eyes and moaned. You slipped his boxers off of him, making his cock spring out. You were surprised at the size of him, you knew he would be big but not this big.

You softly took his cock in your hands, taking the pre cum that was on his tip, and slowly started pumping him. He gripped the bedsheets as a moan left his lips. This only encouraged you, making you lower your head and place your lips on the tip of his cock, softly sucking it. His head shot back, earning a low whimper to leave his parted lips.

"God Y/N," He breathed, making your eyes lift up to meet his beautiful ones. The look on his face made you almost lose it right then and there. His lips were parted, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes hooded, looking right at you making you feel like he was able to read all your dirty thoughts.

You relaxed your throat, taking half of him and using your hands to stroke the rest of him. The sounds he was making only encouraged you, leading you to move faster. His hand found its way onto the back of your head, holding you in place, as if scared you would pull away at any moment.

You pulled back, only the tip left in your mouth, knowing this was the most sensitive spot and taking extra care of it. You sucked slowly, your tongue rolling over it leading Finn to let out a breathy yet low groan, his head shot back, eyes closing and realing in the feeling.

You pulled up and off of him when you felt him twitch, as much as you'd love to suck him dry you wanted his first orgasm to be in you. His breathing shook, his eyes opening and gazing down at your form that lay below him, confusion in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He panted. You moved up, taking his lips into your mouth.

"I want you inside me," You whispered against him. You slipped off your dress in one swift move and threw it onto the floor. His eyes went down to your breasts that were now exposed and he slowly moved his hands up, cupping them in his much laugher ones. You threw your head back when he started rubbing them, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moved his lips, taking one into his mouth and softly sucking, earning a moan to leave your lips. Your hand found his hair, fingers softly pulling and playing with his soft locks.

He gave the same attention to the other, his eyes meeting yours as you gazed at him. He pulled away, still rubbing them with his fingers as he spoke.

"You like that?" He questions, lust along with pure love shown in his eyes. You nod, your core dripping at this point and you couldn't wait any longer. Your panties were gone before he even noticed.

"But I'll like this better," You whisper, taking his cock into your hands before moving it towards your pussy. His eyes wouldn't leave you as you hover over him his tip rubbing your soaking entrance, giving both of you a moment before sinking down all the way.

Your world stumbles as you slide down on him, your hips readjusting as your cunt swallows him whole. His head shoots back, a moan living both of you at the feeling. You take a little to adjust to the size of him, not moving only taking a breath in and out.

His hand's grip at your hips, hard as you start moving, hips rolling causing the both of you to moan, and soon your bouncing on top of him.

A groan is ripped from him while your head falls back, barely having the strength to move up and down but wanting to chase the slowly coming up high. Finn sensing this flips you over onto your back with him hovering on top of you.

You clench at the new feeling and position, gripping his biceps for support as he pounds into you. It's fucking beautiful- the way you whimper and fall apart as he fucks you. The sweat that glistens, the sounds you make. His eyes never leave you. Not once.

His head finds its way into your neck, slowly biting and sucking on the skin. A moan falls from your lips, one of his hands gripping your leg, lifting it slightly.

"You feel amazing," He breathes, taking your lips into his. His hands grip your legs harder and lifting them up higher, making him go in deeper.

"Finn," You moan, throwing your head back as he hits that spot inside of you. One hand gripped his bicep while the other scratches at his back leading Finn to hiss at the pain.

His hand slips between you two, rubbing fast circles onto the bud.

"Don't stop. Oh, fuck don't stop," Your close, so close. "I'm coming!" You moan, clenching around him, his head falls back as he groans, seeming to be at his peak too.

A pinch. That's what it takes for you to come undone, legs uncontrollably shaking as you come all over his cock, closing your eyes and gripping onto him as if your life deepens on it, screaming out his name as your high washes over you.

Finn grunts, pounding into you as he fights to get to his release. It was sure to have you bruised. Your walls clench hard, squeezing him hard. And then he cums.

Profanities of all sorts leaving him as he spills every last seed inside of you. Making sure to make you filled up with his cum along with your name falling from his lips.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, inspecting his work. He pulls out slowly, lowly groaning as his cum leak out of you and onto his tip. He collapses beside you, still breathing heavily.

You smile before turning to face him, his eyes were shut but opened when you moved his hair out of his face. He smiles at you, giving you a soft kiss before draping the blanket over the both of you.

"I love you," He whispers as he pulls you close to his body. You snuggle into him, feeling right at home like this, in his arms.

"I love you too," You let your eyes fall closed, tiredness coming over you so quickly that you don't even try to fight it.

"My brothers were right. Sex is better than whisky," Was the last thing you heard from him before you fell to sleep, feeling a soft kiss on your head that followed right after.

He was worth the wait.

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[zablife]

The Swimming Lesson

Finn Shelby x Adeline (OC)

Summary: Adeline makes a terrible mistake when she underestimates the vengeful nature of the youngest Shelby brother.

Author's Note: A lovely anon requested a dark!Finn fic. I included the John love triangle bc it added motivation. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: dark fic 💀, drinking, misogyny, murder

“Finn, say something,” Adeline urged her friend, the confession of a budding relationship with his brother John still hanging in the air between them.

Attempting to forget the refusal of his kiss, Finn stopped pacing along the bank of the pond as an irresistible notion came to him. “Will you go for a swim with me?” he asked.

Adeline paused, “So, you’re not upset about John?”

Finn shook his head as he proclaimed, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore. I’d like to have some fun with you instead.”

Adeline held her breath as she felt him take her hand in his, wanting to believe he was happy for her. However, something cried out within her at the rough grasp of Finn’s touch, the distant look in his eyes which had turned dark as obsidian glass. “You want to go in there?” she asked carefully, raising one eyebrow in a look of uncertainty.

“Why not? Are you afraid?” Finn taunted with a mischievous grin.

She peered down into the cold, murky water and gulped. “You know I can’t swim."

“You going to let that stop you when you have me with you?” he urged. Placing a hand to her lower back, he pushed her closer to the uninviting water.

“I suppose a quick dip couldn’t hurt,” she conceded as she removed her shoes.

“That’s my girl,” Finn praised, relishing the sound of it on his tongue. He watched with lecherous delight as she stripped her stockings down her legs, discarding them beside her hat and shawl before tentatively slipping her toes beneath the water. Modestly gathering the hem of her white dress in one hand, she tip toed forward, a pathetic squeal escaping her lips as she felt a fish skim against her calf beneath the thick green algae.

Finn went first with his back to the pond, holding her hand as she ventured into his waiting arms. He was captivated by every intake of breath and needy squeeze of her fingers against his. She was at his mercy and he relished every second of it. When her foot faltered along the slimy bottom where it sloped downward into greater depths, she cried out “Finn, I’m slipping!”

“S’alright, I’ve got you,” he replied confidently, flexing the muscles in his arms for her benefit.

“Can’t go much further,” she warned, biting her lip. The look in her eye begged for understanding, a sliver of mercy, but Finn only tugged at her wrists more insistently.

“Let’s try a lesson, shall we?” he said with a look of amusement.

“No, no, please!” her voice trilled anxiously.

“C’mon, you’re a big girl, you can do it,” he insisted, hands moving to clutch her waist and pull her into the center of the pond with him. She released a frightened cry as he did so, grappling onto his shoulders as she felt herself become weightless. 

“Finn! Finn, this isn’t funny!” she wailed, realizing she could neither see nor feel the bottom to ease her fears.

“Relax,” he commanded firmly as he pried her hands from around his neck. He chuckled inwardly at the way her nails clawed at his bare back and forearms, thinking of the suggestive tales he could tell.

Without warning, he turned her onto her back in one swift movement, hushing her whimpers as her hair dipped and swirled in the water. “I taught all my nieces and nephews this way,” he informed her, patting her dampened locks down gently. His fingers slowly crept along her arms, unfurling them from her chest so they reached out from her body like a crucifix. She couldn’t say if it was the chill from the water or his hands dipping perilously close to the curve of her breasts, but she shivered beneath his touch.

To her surprise she found herself floating easily, ears submerged below the water line listening to the muffled sound of her heartbeat thumping in her chest. Finn’s face hovered above her imposingly and a nervous twitch pulled at her cheeks. She watched Finn’s mouth moving out of synch with his words she could barely hear through cotton stuffed ears. Her brow furrowed as she tried to connect the words she thought he'd said, “I loved you." They made her chest rise and fall quickly with uneven breath, disturbing her balance. Something about the slight sneer of his lip and the intensity of his gaze made her tense suddenly, muscles clenching until her middle began sinking downward precariously.

Then Finn reached a large hand beneath her lower back to support her. With his opposite hand grasping under her chin, he elevated her face toward the heavens so she might breathe evenly again and she sighed in grateful relief. Eyes fluttering against the breeze, Finn swore she batted her lashes at him in that moment. “You’re so beautiful,” he couldn’t help mumbling, his Adam’s apple bobbing in desire. Despite their proximity, he wondered if he had actually said it aloud. The moment of perfect silence stretched on as he cradled her into him adoringly, not a ripple to be seen all around them. 

The peace soon shattered with the force of Adeline’s impish laughter which forced her chin from his hold. Finn’s jaw clenched as he suffered the indignity of her rejection for the second time that day. The shred of affection for her dissipated with the faint echo of her voice as it skipped over the water. His resolve returned as he became more certain than ever of his decision.

Adeline bit her lip as she noted the look of displeasure cross his face and wiggled beneath Finn’s grasp.  Attempting to right herself in the water was a useless endeavor, however, as Finn kept her prostrated before him. Recapturing her cheeks with his long fingers, he pressed into her flesh slightly as he scolded, “Wait, we’re not finished." Then he queried softly, "Do you trust me?” 

“I-I do,” she affirmed, not knowing how else to respond. She screwed her eyes shut in concentration before exhaling shakily, “What are you going to teach me?”

Finn smirked at her obedience, knowing she’d sink like a stone without his aid, her fate literally in his hands. Leaning over to brush his nose against the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Oh, this is a lesson you won’t forget.” He allowed himself a moment to savor the feeling of his lips pressed firmly to her temple the way he imagined he might after making love to her. He swallowed harshly as he realized that could never be. Adeline did not want him. The hours spent in her company had been a lie and he felt like a fool. With that thought, he released her to the murky depths where she belonged.

Her eyes shot open in abject fear as she felt herself falling, mouth gaping in shock as she felt his strong hands shove her toward a watery grave. The air from her lungs escaped to the surface in massive bubbles as she attempted to cry out. Arms and legs fumbling in uncoordinated panic, she resurfaced momentarily. Her hands desperately grasped for a hold, fingertips brushing Finn's ever so slightly. "Now you want me?" he taunted.

Swimming an arm's length away to watch the look of betrayal and horror on her face, he felt righteously vindicated. Closing his eyes, he listened to her jagged screams pierce the air, sending the birds from the trees in alert. Then he paddled back to the shore, barely registering her torturous fight, thrashing in the dark waters until exhaustion overtook her weakened body.

Sitting upon the muddy bank, he witnessed her final struggle as she silently slipped beneath the algea, white dress billowing above her like a cloud. The ripples left behind by her futile attempt at survival, beating against the shore in one last, quiet protest. Finn’s breathing came calmly and evenly as he thought of walking home to sit by the fire. His sopping wet clothes clung to his body in the way her perfume still hovered in cloying sweetness and he longed to be rid of the sensation. 

The late sun had gone, dipping below the horizon in tranquil undulations of pink and orange. As Finn looked over the hazy water with a blank stare, a surge of pride swept through him. The powerlessness he’d felt earlier, washed away with the mocking sounds of Adeline’s laughter. As he gathered his shirt and cap, he closed his eyes to relive the sounds of the splashing and screams, trying not to forget their satisfying melody.

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[hb-writes]

A Bit of Peace

Summary: 1918. Clara thought the boys coming home safe would fill her with a bit of peace, but with the boys back in Birmingham, everything just seems different. Off. Tommy's not sleeping. Arthur's always drinking. John doesn't laugh as much. Ada's never home. Finn's never been meaner to his twin. And Clara doesn't know what to do with any of it.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Finn Shelby, Joey Shelby (John's kid) & Clara Shelby

Request (from anon back in Oct 2022 for the LLB 4 year celebration): Dialogue number 10 please. Maybe younger Finn and Clara (around the age she is currently in LLB) and he is annoying her and all she wants is some peace and quiet xx

Content Warnings: nightmares, PTSD

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Clara heard something over the quiet of the house—some sort of noise that worked as a lead around her neck, yanking her out of her dreams, the wisps of which she couldn’t quite cling to though she knew it had been a good dream, something better than real life though still close enough to be a comfort that had carried her through the early morning hours. 

She turned toward her brother. Tommy was beside her under the covers, asleep and still aside from the steady heaving of his chest, though there was a terrible crease there in the middle of his forehead, an unrest Clara wished she could reach out and smooth away with a swipe of her thumb. 

Clara had a feeling it would only wake him though, any deviation from the right here and right now, and as much as she wished to soothe, to return them to some sort of normal that wasn’t the normal they found themselves in now, she knew Tommy needed to rest. 

He needed the peace.

Her brother was tired—exhausted, really. Tommy had a weariness about him that Clara only saw in bits and pieces, most often late at night or early in the morning, before the rest of the house was awake. She saw it in those very quiet moments, few as they were. And even in those moments, she rarely saw it for long. Tommy was good at keeping it to himself, his own way of keeping the peace.

Clara had seen it in hime the night before though, the color of disquiet painted in Tommy's eyes when she pushed his door open sometime after 2 in the morning. 

He had been on the bed when Clara came in, his gaze only catching onto hers after a very long moment, almost if Tommy had been somewhere else entirely rather than there on Watery Lane, as if Clara's tentative late-night knocking had been slowly calling him home, back to her. 

Clara regretted the interruption as she struggled to find the once steadfast connection with her brother, almost immediately regretting her decision to get out of bed. The two of them looked at each other in the near dark of Tommy's room and neither of them spoke. Tommy took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face as Clara remained by the door.

There was a time when Clara had taken the steps between her and Tommy's bedrooms without a thought, like the train tracks carrying Clara’s concerns led only to her brother’s arms. But that all felt like it was from a different time. Back when Clara was little. Back when she knew her brother, knew their life. She didn’t know anything now. Not really. 

They were all so different now—her brothers, her sister, her…Clara had barely seen her sister in the short weeks since the boys had returned home. If she had seen her sister, she might have asked her about everything she was feeling, all the things she couldn't quite say to Tommy. Clara might have voiced her concerns to Ada, hoping beyond hope that it wouldn’t be dismissed, that her melancholy wouldn’t be misconstrued for something she didn't want it to be.

Because the boys were home now. This was what Clara had been wishing on, praying on in the pew beside Aunt Polly each and every time she was dragged off to church. Clara had worn out the request, asking again and again to have the boys back, to have their family back together. She had asked to have Tommy in the room beside her, ready to soothe her nightmares. She had asked to have Arthur’s all-encompassing hugs and the warm blanket of John’s laughter. Clara had asked for it all, but somehow what she got had fallen short of whatever she had imagined in her head leaving a heavy, aching feeling in her chest that she couldn’t quite understand, couldn’t help but feel guilty of. Because it should have been enough. She should have been grateful.

A noise sounded off again down the hall—Finn was messing about with their nephew, making a racket even though the sun was barely up. She'd nearly gone to her twin's room last night before remembering that their nephew was there with him. Clara had known she'd get no comfort for Finn in that case, not when there was an audience.

Clara glanced at Tommy again. Still he slept, a bit of restlessness in him now, a tense relationship there between him and sleep, but a relation nevertheless. 

Clara had lay awake beside her brother for hours after they stopped speaking, both of them pretending beneath the covers and closeness that had once been a comfort. She'd been the restless one then, the tension between them making her feel very sorry for sharing any of her woes with Tommy in the first place, as if the bad dream she’d had was very silly thing—trivial. Certainly not something to be concerning her big brother about in the middle of the night. She was too big for that sort of thing.

Even though Tommy had offered Clara his reassurances, it didn't offer her the slightest bit of peace, all the usual words she remembered sounding a bit flat and tired as they came from his lips. Tommy had never liked it when Clara lied to him, omitting things and sparing him the troubling thoughts on her mind, but she got to thinking she should have kept her woes to herself this time. Something told her that maybe—this time—Tommy wouldn't mind so much.

When the noise from the hall sounded again, Clara gently lifted the covers and eased herself from the mattress. She winced as her bare toes touched the cool wood floors, turning back to see if the movement or the small hiss that had shot through her lips had shaken her brother from his rest, but Tommy' still slept's eyes were still closed, his breaths still steady and deep. 

Clara crossed the room and eased the door open just enough for her body to slip through. Any further and Clara knew it would announce her movements with a nasty creak. She closed the door slowly, holding her breath as if the sounds she was making would wake him rather than the sounds from Finn’s bedroom, the noise coming on more steadily now. 

There was a time when Clara and Finn were allowed to make all the noise they wished in the early morning hours, a time when there were fewer of them in the house, just the twins and Polly and Ada. Polly always woke early to deal with business or God. And their Ada slept like the dead, leaving Clara and Finn and whoever else was around to play without concern for their volume, without need of keeping any sort of peace and quiet. If anything, the house had been too quiet back then, too empty.

But that had all changed with the boys back home, with Tommy back in his bedroom at the end of the hall. Even though it was rare that Tommy was asleep when the twins weren’t, Clara made an effort anyhow. She made an effort to keep a peace no one had explicitly asked for. 

“What do you want?” Finn asked before Clara could even push herself over the threshold, some small part of her shying away from the hard edge of her twin’s tone. 

“Yeah, what do you want?” Joey echoed, mimicking his uncle, feeling bold in the absence of a real adult.

Clara tried to pull the door closed behind her, to muffle the conversation she was sure carried down the hall to Tommy’s sleeping ears. She shushed her twin and her nephew as the latch caught. 

“Silence,” Clara whispered. “But it seems that’s too much to ask for, so maybe just be a little quieter. Tommy’s still sleeping.” 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Only because you’re a baby. Kept him up with your crying last night,” he said. “Us too. We could hear you carrying on. Right, Joey?” 

The little boy nodded and Clara’s lip wobbled ever so slightly, a tight lump forming in her throat and making her want to cry, the start of hot tears forming at the corner of her eyes, her fitful night of sleep settling her already charged emotions on edge.

Clara wasn’t exactly sure when Finn had become so different, when he had changed, a bit of a mean streak sowed in his veins, but it gave Clara a bit of whiplash. The behavior wasn’t consistent, not something Clara could predict. Had that been the case, she might have steered clear of her brother all together, but there were many days when the two were closer than anyone on the earth could be. There were nights where the two of them still had midnight conferences, when it was Finn who soothed his sister after the bad dreams.

And then there were days like these. 

“Go on, Clara girl. Go cry someplace else,” Finn said.

Clara considered it, her feet begging to run to the safety of her bedroom, where she could slam her door and let her tears fall. She considered it only because she’d forgotten why she came to her brother’s room in the first place.

It seemed as if Finn had forgotten, too. 

Silence. Peace. That's what Clara had been after.

“Go on,” Finn said, standing and pushing her aside to open the door. He nodded down the hallway. “Go cry to Tommy again, you little baby.” 

Joey laughed and the words echoed in Clara’s ear.

You little baby.

It wasn’t the first Clara had been called that, not by Finn or anyone else in the family, but something about hearing it now seemed different. It was like a latch unhooked in the depths of Clara’s soul, all that had been laying in wait, the heavy, confusing things weighing on her heat coming out of her as she charged at her twin. 

The two of them landed on the floor of the hallway with a crash, Finn shouting as Clara straddled him, punching and slapping at him as he tried to block her. Finn’s mouth hung open with some silent call Clara couldn’t hear, the sound of her rage—her confusion and anxiety and sadness—pounding too loud in her ears for her to hear anything.

She didn’t know Finn had been calling out for Tommy until she felt a strong hand grip her arm. Tommy pulled Clara to her feet with a quickness that left her feeling a distinct bit of pain where her arm connected with her shoulder. 

All of the peace Clara had been working to preserve was gone now, the same exhaustion and tension and pain sowed in her brother’s face as he turned her toward him now.

Tommy’s mouth moved, but Clara couldn't hear it over the sound of her own tears. She was far enough away, down in the depths of her own mind and her own pain, that she didn’t hear it, not until Tommy shook her a bit and repeated himself.  

“What's going on? What are you thinking?”

Clara’s mind sifted through a list of potential answers as she continued crying. There were too many questions and concerns and thoughts she had had in the time since her brothers had come back to them and her mind was thinking on all of them at once. There were so many Clara could have kept her brother standing there for hours if she decided to tell him, but Clara didn’t voice a single one of them.

She let her tears keep falling instead, closing in on herself rather than burdening her brother any further. Tommy turned to Finn for an explanation. Clara let him place the blame on her. She barely heard Tommy's warning about fighting and the moment Tommy’s grip loosened enough to allow it, Clara ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. 

It wasn’t until the tears subsided that Clara realized it was all for naught. Whatever peace she’d been trying to preserve on Tommy’s behalf was wasted because when Tommy had lifted her off Finn, he’d already been dressed and ready for the day. His peace had been disturbed far before Finn called for help. Far before the kids tumbled to the floor, shouting at one another.

Clara didn’t know, but Tommy had been pulled from his slumber by a sound infinitely louder than the sound of two kids playing down the hall in the early morning. Louder than a little sister’s footsteps on the hardwood floor or the creak of an old door. Louder than the characteristic sounds of an argument between two ten-year-olds. 

The second his sister had shifted away, Tommy had been plagued by the sound of shovels against the bedroom wall, the echoes so loud he nearly didn’t hear Finn calling out his name or his sister’s wild hollering. The twins' words had been indecipherable through the closed door, through the cacophony of Tommy's memories, but Finn and Clara's shouting pulled Tommy back to Watery Lane, offering him a reprieve from the shovels, offering him a small bit of peace.

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[eviegray]

❛ dating finn shelby would include ❜

。perhaps you wouldn't expect it, but finn is the most romantic person in the world.

。there is absolutely nothing but love behind his eyes when he looks at you. all he wants is to make you happy.

。sometimes, he sneaks into your room at night just to give you a kiss and to remind you how he loves you a little bit more every day.

。finn can be quite cheesy sometimes... but you love it.

。"darling i have loved you since 1908. you are everything i know."

。he is good with words, so he will often use that against you and makes you melt just like that.

。is the softest person in the world when you care for him in public. like when you tell him to take care or even do something as simple as brushing your hand against his face.

。could stare at your eyes for hours.

。"your eyes stole all my words away."

。loves you dearly and endlessly. will not hesitate to demonstrate his feelings for you.

。whoever tries to hurt you will be a dead man.

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[collecting-stories]

The Lakes - Finn Shelby

Summary: reader contemplates all the ways they’ve fallen in love with Finn.

A/N: this is just some fluff nonsense that I found half finished in my drafts.

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✰ and I want you right here ✰

“You know what that’ll do to you?” Finn was already lighting up your cigarette as he asked the question, watching you draw in a breath of smog before blowing it back out, hazy and white in the dusk of Small Heath. His own cigarette lingered between his fingers as he waited for your answer, as if he was dependent upon a reply.  

“I’ve a mind to find out,” you replied, looking away momentarily, back down the street where he’d come from, the looming church in the distance. “My mum says it’s not proper.”  

You could hear her voice in the back of your head, lithe but shrill, warning you that bad habits would chase away good suitors. There was only one you had in mind, the same one you’d been saying since you were small. You could remember still, even looking at him now all tall and lean like his brothers (save for Tommy who’d inherited his mother’s height), toking on a cigarette as if he were contemplating the whole of the world, the way your heart had pounded up into your chest the first time you laid eyes on Finn Shelby in a different light.  

Ten years old, troublemakers in your own rights, Polly used to remark that the pair of you were thick as thieves whenever she saw you playing together. When you were little, dirty knees and scraped palms seemed like the perfect forever. You couldn’t imagine a different kind of life, the world was only as big as Small Heath and you had everything you needed right on Watery Lane. It wasn’t all true anymore, you’d seen London and Edinburgh and heard stories from Grace about America. The world was vast and you had an itch that begged for exploration. But everything you needed was still right there, in the middle of Watery Lane behind a black door. Tall and lean and ginger, with a smile that melted your insides and made your heart feel warm. He had freckles like constellations across his face and shoulders and other places that would make your mother blush if she knew you’d seen them. 

“If your mum wanted you to be proper she’d have kept a closer eye on you,” he teased, eyes lighting up as he smiled.  

“You think that would’ve stopped me?” You asked, as if Finn wasn’t as magnetic as the sun, pulling you into his orbit with little effort. A smile directed at you was enough for him to have your whole heart.  

“Not at all,” he replied, curls bouncing as he shook his head. His hair was unusually unkempt, soft ginger curls enticing and free of gel. His typically shaved sides and back grown out just enough that you could run your fingers through it but not grasp it yet. He’d trim it by the weekend for the party but for now, he’d let it go. Finn liked the uniform look of the blinders, mostly because it meant that people recognised him immediately. If not instantly as the youngest Shelby brother than at least as a blinder. But he knew you liked when he didn’t bother with fixing his hair. The beeswax tended to make you break out in hives when you came in contact with it and more than looking like a blinder, Finn liked the feeling of your hands in his hair.  

He was rewarded for going without the product when you reached out and brushed some fringe out of his eyes, fingers dancing along the freckles on his face as you cupped his cheek. Your other hand held your cigarette, somewhat over the idea of smoking with Finn. You’d suggested it, if only because he said he had to get back home and you were trying to stall him.  

“Are you still going to London this weekend?” You asked, a faint smile gracing your features as he turned his head into your hand and pressed a kiss to your fingers.  

He hummed, green eyes meeting yours, “are you going to come with me?” He’d been asking you to go back to London with him whenever the opportunity arose. You’d been once with your family and once with him (something that your mother had not been thrilled to discover) and Finn had been clear about wanting to take you back to the city.  

There was a charm about London that didn’t exist in Small Heath. This town was your whole world but sometimes it felt suffocating, everyone knew Finn and by association, you. There wasn’t a place you could go that you could just disappear into the crowd, where it could just be you and Finn without the pressure his brothers provided.  

London meant work but it was also a city too big for everyone to know who Finn was. When he got away from whatever his brothers needed him for and it was just the two of you, there was something distinctly peaceful about it.  

“My mum’s not keen on me going down to London,” you replied, even though it was silly to mention. Finn was well aware of your mum’s opinions though it always surprised him that she didn’t try to keep the two of you apart.  

“Is that a no?” He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette when you pulled your hand away.  

You placed your own between your lips but then removed it just as quickly, as if it was only a place holder while you were debating what to say. “No.” You shook your head, “I’ll go.”  

Finn’s face lit up, eyes sparkling and smile ear to ear. You swore a little piece of your heart ached at the look of absolute happiness he gave you, so much like the ten year old boy you once knew, and folded away the image for another time. You could’ve spent the rest of your life carefully annotating every look that crossed Finn Shelby’s face, every emotion that he felt charted for you to recall someday when he wasn’t with you anymore and it was all memories.  

“Someday you won’t have to worry about your mum’s permission,” Finn mentioned it as if it was something he’d considered before.  

“Doubt it’ll matter if I’m married, she’ll be there giving me her two cents about whatever I’m doing,” you replied, “though I’ll hopefully not be under the same roof.”  

“Pol‘ll just drive you mad instead,” he mused, “though she’s always had a soft spot for you.”  

“I’m moving in with Polly when I get married?” You asked, mirroring back the happy expression he’d had moments ago. 

“Maybe just at first, then we’ll get a place. Like Tommy, out in the country and away from the smog.”  

“Wouldn’t matter to me,” you mused, “I’d brave the smog for you.”  

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'This was supposed to be different.'-Finn Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Hi! If you are taking requests can I ask for Finn Shelby and numbers 13, 18 and 19 from the prompt list? My mind went from wanting something romantic to let's create chaos with Finn and try and fail to hide it from his family lol'

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, mentions of Shelby family

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

13) Well, this is romantic

18) Everyone is staring

19) They definitely heard us

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(Y/N) held back a sigh as she felt another large drop of water hit her head, shivering in the cold despite being wrapped up in a coat and having her boyfriend's arms around her. She didn't want to upset Finn, he had tried really heard, but she just wasn't having a good time.

"Well, this romantic." (Y/N) tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even think about the weather."

Finn had showed up at (Y/N)'s door that morning, having planned a spontaneous picnic date. She had been delighted, he was so cute with his basket of food and blanket wrapped under his arm. But only minutes after they found a spot, settling down and digging into the sandwiches, the rain started to pour. They haphazardly picked up the blanket with the food and basket inside, running for the shelter of the trees, which wasn't doing much in keeping them dry.

"Finn, I don't think the rain is going to stop."

"It might. Let's give it another five minutes."

"You said that fifteen minutes ago."

"Do you want to go home?"

She nodded."I appreciate this my love, but I don't think we should stay out in the rain, we'll get cold."

She didn't like seeing how down he was about this. It wasn't his fault that the rain came, he just hadn't thought to check the weather. (Y/N) smiled up at him, pulling his face towards hers by the back of his neck, and kissing him. She was happy to see him smile back, standing up and offering a hand out to him before they ran back to the car.

It was almost as if the weather was mocking the couple, because when they returned to Small Heath the sun was shining. Finn whined and moaned, making his girlfriend laugh. Instead of heading home, Finn took a sharp turn, making (Y/N) grab onto the inside of the car. She had no idea where he was going, he wouldn't tell her. He parked up by the side of the road by a field, getting out without a word.

"And what are we doing now?" (Y/N) asked as he opened her door.

"Well, we need to finish our picnic."

"I suppose we do. You know what, Finn?"

"What?"

"You really are a hopeless romantic."

Luckily the couple were able to spend the rest of the afternoon finishing their food in the sun. They were so incredibly loved up, and although you could say it was young love, there was definitely a slither of maturity in them both that reflected off of each other. They both found that they had been thinking more about their futures since they decided to become serious. Of course both had though about marriage, what sort of house they might want to live in, basic ideas of their future, but that was before they had each other. The couple had been so giddy and bashful the first time they spoke about the topic of their possible future; the idea of being with each other everyday was very exciting.

The only problem was that the rest of the Shelby's didn't actually know about (Y/N). This had nothing to do with Finn being ashamed of her, or wanting to hide what they had. They never asked for one, they never even asked Finn how his day was. And when he finally tried to speak up about it, his family only spat back at him, saying to marry a woman who didn't like the life, or tease about how he was still a virgin and was making this up to make them think otherwise. He stopped trying, he was happy with his relationship as it was, why let his family ruin it?

(Y/N) had been hurt at first, for quite a while actually. She thought Finn was lying. Her friends had always said about how much boys lie just so they could have their way with you. But Finn wouldn't be taking her out on dates, getting her presents or simply just talking to each other if he wanted a quick shag. He was a Shelby, it was easy for him. And that was another thing that worried (Y/N). If the family didn't like her, and Finn chose them over her, he could easily have another girl on his arm within a day. She didn't voice her opinion a lot (which she should have done), she knew it was hard being part of the Shelby family. However, her love for him was indescribable, (Y/N) had had silly crushes in the past, been out with a few boys but she never felt the way she did about Finn with any of them.

After Finn dropped (Y/N) home, the hardest part of any day, his whole demeanor changed. He didn't want to see his moody family after such a pleasant day. He also wished he could boast about his gorgeous girlfriend. They would love her if they gave (Y/N) the chance.

"Where have you been?" Polly asked as soon as he stepped through the door.

Finn sighed as he took off his coat and hat."Out with my mates."

"A likely story. Come on, your brothers are waiting."ct4

Of course they were, it was no doubt a family meeting. He slumped towards the front room, falling back into the spare spot on the sofa.

"Here he is, fucking finally." Arthur bellowed.

"No one told me there was a meeting."

"You weren't even nearby, no one could find you. Where were you?"

"I just told Pol, I was with my friends."

Tommy huffed."It doesn't matter where he's been. Let's get on with it."

As they began the meeting, Finn could feel and the doom and gloom seeping into himself. It was so depressing here sometimes. He knew he should he grateful for what his brothers provided them with but it didn't come without danger. If he wasn't so sure (Y/N) could handle herself (and his family) he wouldn't have started dating her. He realised he had to keep her safe, teach her a few things about self defence, which he had prayed wouldn't scare her off.

"Whatever girl you're seeing, forget about her." Polly told Finn after the meeting.

Not this again.

"Why don't any of you ever believe what I say?"

"Because your smile wiped off your face as soon as you stepped into the house. And you don't smile like that around your 'mates'."

"Alright, so if I have a girl, why should I do what you say? What if we're happy together?"

"She likes being with a Shelby, it's the name, Finn."

"So no one will like me for me, right?"

"No, Finn I didn't mean-"

Finn brushed past her and headed upstairs."Night Pol."

He was restless that night, tossing and turning but finding no peace. He felt slightly bad for how he spoke to his aunt, but she could sometimes be just as bad as the others. All he wanted to do was see (Y/N), then he would be at comfort.

Finn wouldn't have to wait as long as he thought. The next morning he was alone in the house until someone knocked on the door. Not a lot of people would have the nerve to knock on a Shelby's door, making him cautious. When he slowly opened the door to see (Y/N) he was both surprised and ecstatic to see her.

"What are you doing here love?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"If you weren't smiling, I would have been offended at that question."

"Sorry, but you know you shouldn't have come without telling me."

It had become a rule to not meet at Finn's house, in case his family saw her before him and scared her off, or were just plain rude to her.

"Well, I had to return this." she held up his pocket watch."Found in beside mum's flower bed."

Finn took it from her, he hadn't even realised he lost it."Oh, thanks. What would I do without you?"

He leaned down to peck her on the lips, noticing her smile dropped slightly when they pulled away.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? I know when you're sad."

"I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Fuck, you're not pregnant are you?"

"No! Can I please come inside?"

Finn glanced behind him, despite no one else being home. They wouldn't be back for a few hours, he was safe. Standing back, he gestured for her to step inside, watching as she looked around the place. She had never seen the inside of Finn's house before, trying to take it all in, in case the opportunity never came again.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Finn asked as they sat down in the front room.

She saw him clutching at the watch, bouncing his knee. He was nervous.

"I've just been thinking about a lot of things to do with us."

Shit, was his worst fear coming true?

"Us? Has my family said something to you?"

"No, and that's the problem."

"What?"

"Finn, we've been together for a while now. And I understand I've not properly met your family due to some circumstances, but it's not normal."

"My family aren't normal."

"And I understand that, but...I feel like you're trying to hint at something."

"If you're on about me not wanting you around anymore then you're completely wrong. I don't want to subject you to their nastiness. They literally don't give two shits about me anymore, so they won't care about you. I'm sorry (Y/N), that's just the way my fucked up family is."

"Maybe if we show them how serious we are, talk about our plans, they might listen. They'll see you as a grown up."

"And if they're not? If they don't care about us and are disrespectful to you?"

"I don't care. We have to at least try."

Finn ran a hand down his face, contemplating what she was saying. He knew what she meant, it wasn't fair that he was hiding her away. It wasn't fair that he had met her family and spent time with them and not even attempted to introduce her. He was just so scared of losing her, he could see his family ruining it all for him.

"I...I don't know (Y/N)."

She stood out of frustration, raising her voice."Why not? How would you feel if I hid you away from my family? I always have to lie when people ask have I met the famous Shelby family. My parents think I've met them too. I didn't want them to get angry with you. But now, it's starting to get to me, I just don't think it's fair."

"You know the situation I'm in. And you've also got to think, do you really want this? Do you want to be stuck with a disfunctional family that are a ruthless gang, with enemies everywhere they step?"

"Yes! Because I have you, Finn! If I didn't love you so much then I would have left a long time ago!"

Finn heard all too familiar voice outside, panic instantly setting it. Without a word, he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, pulling her upstairs. She almost toppled over as she struggled to keep up with his long legs, stumbling through to Finn's bedroom. He closed the door, not slamming in as to not alert his family. He was breathing heavily, listening to his family walking into the house, muffled voices telling him there were multiple people inside.

"What the hell Finn? You're literally hiding me away from your family!"

"It's a lot to think about!" he harshly whispered.

"Finn, if you loved me then none of this would matter. I understand you're hesitant to tell your family-"

"Well clearly you don't understand, because you wouldn't keep nagging me about it."

"Nagging you? Nagging you?! I'm asking for a simple thing Finn. If we're going to have the future together that we planned, I'll have to meet them at some point."

"We'll just leave, we won't see them. It's not like they'll care."

"I can't make you do that Finn, as sweet as that is. I don't want to run from them. I want them to be part of our lives."

"You might change your mind after you meet them."

"So I will be meeting them?"

"That's all you took from that?"

"I'm actually getting angry Finn, I don't want us to argue."

"What have we been doing for the last ten minutes?"

"What if I told them myself? What if I go down there right now? And you can tell everyone how I'm just a girl you're sleeping with, you can make up a lie because that's what you would do. You wouldn't even admit it!"

"I would never say that about you!"

"I'm going home, Finn. I'll talk to you when you remember I'm your girlfriend who you're supposed to love."

Finn immediately blocked the door. (Y/N) huffed, frowning at him.

"You're not just my girlfriend now."

"What?"

Finn made a beeline for his bedside table, angrily opening the drawer and taking something out of it. (Y/N) couldn't see what it was as he had his back to her. She watched as he took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing slightly before he turned around.

"This was supposed to be different. I know I've been a shit boyfriend. I know you're upset about not meeting my family. I am not ashamed of you, I couldn't be prouder of you and I love to show you off. You're gorgeous, you're perfect, I'm incredibly lucky to be able to call you mine. Not only that, but you're so caring, you look after me, even after I come in after a stupid gun fight which I never tell you about, but that will change. I need to let you into my life more, you deserve to know what's happening. And I'm sorry for making you upset, you have every right to be mad at me. I want to change all that, and to prove my love for you," he lowered down onto one knee, producing a ring box from behind his back, opening it to reveal the engagement ring (Y/N) had desired,"I need to ask you something. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

(Y/N) had started crying as soon as he got down on one knee, overwhelmed with happiness. She was in hysterics as she screamed 'yes' over and over, jumping up and down. He laughed as he slipped the ring on her finger, scooping her up into his arms. They hugged tightly, kissing each other multiple times and passionately. After a few minutes, he set her back down, sharing one last kiss.

"They definitely heard us." (Y/N) giggled.

"They definitely heard you."

They were both correct when they heard movement downstairs, soon after footsteps coming upstairs. Finn sighed, he had to face them now.

"Finn," it was Tommy,"finish off with the girl, pay her dues and send her on her way."

Finn was instantly fuming at his brother's words. How dare he talk about (Y/N) in that way?! Without thinking, he threw open the door, Polly was also there.

"Don't talk about (Y/N) like that ever again! She is not a whore, she is not having sex with me for money. (Y/N) is my fiance, and I am going to marry her. No, she's not pregnant, I've proposed because I want to spend the rest of my life with her. So she's going to be a Shelby, and you're going to give her the respect she deserves. "

Polly glanced back at the young girl, looking her up and down. She had to admit, the girl wasn't backing down. She was looking strong, and not intimidated.

"Are you fucking serious?" Tommy mumbled.

"Yes. Meet (Y/N) (Y/L/N), soon to be (Y/N) Shelby, your sister-in-law."

"Whatever. Bring her downstairs."

Tommy turned around, Polly following after him, but not without another glance at the couple.

(Y/N) had appreciated Finn sticking up for her. It was so sweet, he had proven his love, though not exactly in the way they wanted; but they realised it didn't really matter how he proposed, they just wanted to be together and that was enough.

"Shit, am I really going down there to meet them?" (Y/N) suddenly grew nervous.

"You had some big balls earlier, backing out now?" Finn teased.

"Stop, this is serious."

"I'll be beside you the whole time. You're my girl, you always will be."

Finn kept a tight hold of her hand as they made their way downstairs. He could feel her hands getting clammy, quickly placing a kiss on the back of it. He knew she would be fine, she was strong, but her being nervous meant she cared.

As they entered the front room, they saw Thomas, Polly, Arthur and John. God, it was all of them. They sat on the only sofa available.

"Everyone is staring." (Y/N) subtly whispered.

"Let them. You're a fucking Shelby now, you're family and you're mine."

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Electric: Chapter 19

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

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Chapter 19: Game On

John sat in his office, copying over numbers from a ledger on his right to a clean ledger on his left. They’d been busier than the office could handle for months, and this often left him cleaning up other people’s mistakes. Which also often left him irritated.

“John?” A voice from the partly opened door came across the room.

“Come in, Lizzie.” John replied without looking up.

“John, this is Gemma O’Neill. The new assistant we’ve hired for you?” Lizzie spoke again, wary of John’s temper lately.

John looked up and dropped his pencil in surprise. Before him was a beautiful girl, eyes locking with his as he stood and adjusted his jacket. He felt suddenly and extremely interested in doing any kind of work with this new assistant. No matter how boring or tedious.

“Mr. Shelby, lovely to meet you.” Gemma said with a smile that spoke volumes to him.

“John, please. Nice to meet you as well, Ms. O’Neill. Welcome to the Shelby Company.” John replied, taking her hand in his.

It felt like electricity was running through his veins as their skin touched. He watched her search his eyes to confirm he’d felt it too, giving a small smile in return.

“Please, call me Gemma.”

Lizzie walked out the door, closing it softly, leaving the two standing in John’s office. Lizzie had caught enough of the interaction to know that she was no longer on the short list of who John Shelby may show interest in next. 

Weeks passed as Gemma and John worked together to catch up on the books and devise a cleaner system for taking bets. He found himself enamored with the way she laughed, the way she looked up at him when he stood behind her chair, her hand resting gently on his arm as they spoke. For the first time since Martha had passed, he felt something, anything, for another woman. 

The two sat alone in his office one night after a record day at the races. John ushered out the rest of the staff so they could count the take and not get distracted. Except the tension between them was running higher than ever and it seemed like every moment together was an opportunity to push things a little further. He’d wrapped his arm around her waist for a moment earlier, as she poured him tea, refreshing the lukewarm cup in front of him. The second his hand touched her body, she gave into him, leaning slightly further against his chest. From the look she gave him, he knew he was in.

“For Christ’s sake.” Gemma muttered as she dropped a stack of coins on the floor.

John watched as she knelt down and picked up the coins one by one. He stood and walked in front of her. Gemma looked up to find him standing over her, gray blue eyes flashing with something she didn’t quite understand, but the desire she was feeling only went higher.

“Make sure to recount those.” John said gruffly.

“I will, Mr. Shelby. I mean, John. I’ll make sure to recount them.” Gemma replied.

John caught the smallest of smirks on her face and bit back his own. There was a game going on now between them, she’d caught on. He held out his hand for hers and helped her up off the floor, watching as she placed the last of the fallen coins back on his desk. Gemma went to sit back down and he took her other hand, walking her gently back against the wall.

He could feel her chest falling and rising with every breath, picking up a little more each time. Her hands were warm and small in his, and the feeling of holding a woman’s hand again nearly made him keel over. He’d missed this. But was it right to take a chance again, so soon? And not to mention, with his assistant?

Gemma watched as his eyes flicked through a thousand thoughts, and she tightened her grip on his hands in response. She looked up at him directly, daring him without words to do something about what had been between them since the moment they met.

Before she could form another thought, John kissed her, holding her hands above her head. His lips trailed across her cheek and then down to her neck, as he released one of her hands to hold her firmly against him, arm around her waist. She lost track of time as he lost himself in her, the smell of her perfume, and spark that flickered with every touch of her skin to his.

John woke suddenly, sitting straight up in bed. His heart was pounding and he took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.

“John?” Gemma mumbled, reaching out to touch his side.

“It’s alright, love. Go back to sleep, just a strange dream.” John replied quietly, putting his hand over hers.

Gemma lay still for a moment and then sat up behind him, sliding her other arm around his neck. He could feel her mouth against his shoulder blade, her fingers gently rubbing against his upper chest. 

“What was the dream?” Gemma asked.

“It was a different time period, early ’20s, maybe? And my family business was gambling. You came to work for me, that’s how we met. And you had an Irish accent.” John replied with a small smile, thinking about the kiss in the dream.

“That tracks. My grandparents did come over from Ireland as little kids around that time, different universe and I could’ve been born in Ireland myself.” Gemma replied.

“You looked fit as fuck in your little secretary outfit.” John commented, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Oh? And did you do something about it? Mr. Shelby?”

“I did, yeah. It was quite scandalous for the time, making out in my office.” 

Gemma laughed and John smiled again at the sound of her voice. Still, Gemma could feel that it wasn’t the full story. It was the tension in his shoulders and the way he held her hands to his body, needing her touch.

“It’s only just past six. Let’s go back to sleep, baby.” Gemma whispered in John’s ear.

He nodded and let Gemma pull him back into her, resting his head against her shoulder as she pulled the blankets up over them both. She turned into him, hand on his back, and he closed his eyes. Gemma waited for his breath to slow before falling back to sleep herself.

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“Carolyn, are you excited for this evening?” Gemma asked.

John, Gemma, and Anna had joined Finn and Carolyn for lunch at a small pub not far from the Gibson. Carolyn had come in the night before, and Finn, at Gemma and John’s subtle suggestion, had gotten Carolyn her own room. Not that either Gemma or John expected them to actually stay separately the entire weekend, but they were young and Carolyn was coming to a major family event. Some private space was a necessity.

“I am, yes. A bit nervous, too. Finn said it’s a big crowd tonight, plus the whole family there.” Carolyn replied, smiling as she watched Finn and John chat about something unrelated.

“Why don’t I get ready a little early and I’ll stop by your room for awhile before we head over to the Eden. Say around six?” 

“That would be great.” Carolyn said with relief.

“I can come by as well, too. Make it a little girl’s only party before the men take over?” Anna responded.

Carolyn laughed and nodded, shooting a grateful smile to Gemma. John, who had been half listening to the girls’ conversation, squeezed Gemma’s knee under the table. She ran her fingers over his in return, and couldn’t help but smile at the unspoken conversation of their own.

A few hours later, Gemma sat in her robe on the sofa in their suite, doing her makeup. John was pretending to flip through his phone, keeping himself busy, but his looks didn’t go unnoticed.

“J, I can feel you watching me.” Gemma said with a laugh.

“What can I say, I like to spend my time watching my pretty girlfriend. Is that a crime?” John replied with mock indignation. 

“No crime that I can see.” Gemma responded.

She finished her mascara and looked up to see John still watching her but also lost in thought. He was spinning the signet ring around on his finger, over and over. A sure sign that beyond the surface, something was bothering him. She set down her makeup bag and walked over to the chair he was sitting in, settling herself on his knee.

“What’s going on, John? I can see all the thoughts spinning around behind those blue eyes of yours.” Gemma said softly, putting a hand to his face.

“It’s nothing.” He responded.

“Did something else happen in that dream this morning? Besides us being naughty and making out in your ‘20s gangster office?” 

John gave a small smile at the suggestion and then shook his head, but he wouldn’t look back up.

“It’s ok to tell me, J.” 

Gemma gently pulled John’s head up, forcing him to look at her. It amazed him every time that Gemma could read what was going on with him, could see it in his eyes and feel it when she touched him.

After what seemed like an hour, John finally pulled back from Gemma. It felt like his body was on fire, the searing heat from their kiss was flowing through him. Gemma’s cheeks were flushed and her hand was still resting on his hip, fingers burning through his clothes.

“It’s, um, it’s getting late. Can I walk you home?” John finally got out, his voice hoarse.

Gemma smiled and nodded, gathering her coat from the rack, letting John hold it out so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. He pulled on his cap, angled to the side in a way that made Gemma’s heart leap, and shrugged his overcoat on over his suit. The way he looked down at her, with his coat collar standing and the shadows of his cap setting off his cheekbones, she’d never seen anything more beautiful. Beautiful and dangerous.

“Aren’t your children waiting for you?” Gemma asked as they locked up the shop.

She knew he had several children, four if she counted right from the whirling chaos they produced when they ran through the shop to his office. She’d heard whispers that his wife, his first love, had passed several years before, but he never spoke of her. Ever.

“I knew I’d be late tonight so I asked Ada to put them to bed. Normally I try to be home for that, or else they kick up a fuss. Little pack of wolves, they are.” John responded with a laugh.

Gemma could feel the warmth emanating from him as he spoke of his children, and it was contradictory in a way she never thought she would find intriguing. John Shelby was tough. He drank and swore and smoked like his life depended on it. Beat men on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. Yet, he knew his kids well enough to know that they needed him. The juxtaposition of his hardened exterior to the warm soul underneath wasn’t lost on her.

John offered her his arm, and Gemma slipped her arm through, her hand against his bicep as they walked through Small Heath to her flat. He told her a joke and she laughed, the sound cutting through the walls he’d built up after Martha had died.

Far too soon they found themselves at her door. John waited for her to unlock the door, and let out a breath as she hesitated to go in. It was what he had been waiting for.

“Do you, um, want to come in? I could make you some tea.” Gemma said, now nervous.

“Sure.” 

Gemma led John up the staircase to the small second floor flat she had been renting since her arrival in Birmingham.

“It’s small, but it’s my own.” Gemma commented as they walked into the small parlor.

“I like it.” John replied, and he really did.

John removed his overcoat and then reached for hers, carefully placing both on the small rack she had by the parlor door. There was something he needed to say, and there was never going to be the perfect time to say it. But it had to be said. He took her hand and watched her eyes as she watched him, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m sure you’ve heard, that my wife, Martha, died a few years back.” John said somberly.

“I have, and I’m very sorry for your loss, John. For you and your children.” Gemma replied, rubbing her thumb across his.

“Thank you. I wasn’t sure … you know … when I’d be ready for something else. If I’d be ready for someone else. The truth is, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment I saw you standing in my office that first day.” 

Gemma smiled and sensed he had something else to add, waiting patiently for John to speak again.

“I want you in my life, Gemma. Every part of it. I want to wake up with you in my house, with my kids screaming bloody murder downstairs, and knowing that you and me are together. Forever.” John finally said quietly, admitting what he’d been fantasizing about for months.

“Are you sure your kids will even like me?” Gemma asked, her smile widening.

“They’ll love you. And not just because I love you.” John whispered, putting his hand against her cheek.

Gemma’s eyes widen with his admission and he smiled at the way her cheeks blushed. He could read every thought she had. 

“I love you, too.” Gemma finally replied with a grin.

John leaned down and picked her up, spinning in a circle as she shrieked and then laughed. He kissed her, holding the back of her head, fingers intertwining with her hair. Gemma leaned her head to the side as he put his mouth to her neck, bringing ideas to her mind she’d never had about any other man before.

“How about we skip the tea and you show me your bedroom?” John asked with a smirk.

“You are very naughty, Mr. Shelby. Very naughty, indeed.” Gemma replied and then pointed behind her. 

“In the dream … Martha was dead. We had four kids, I think, but she was dead. And you coming to work for me, it brought me back to life.” John finally said, his eyes mixing into a sad blue.

“You know, most times when there’s a death in dreams, it means something is ending and something else might be starting. Maybe this was your mind and your heart letting go of the past, in a way that you could process in your dream.” Gemma responded.

John nodded, it made sense to him. He had felt strange all day, knowing that Martha was alive in his world but Will was dead, and it was just the opposite in his dream. She was dead but their children were alive.

“Maybe, no matter the scenario, we never would’ve been together long term, her and I. She’s here and Will is gone, in my dream our kids were there and she wasn’t. But you’re in both worlds, and in both we end up together.” John replied, thinking out loud.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, gorgeous. Dream me or real me.” Gemma stated firmly, kissing him.

John nodded and hugged her to him. He still felt uneasy from the dream but Gemma was right.  She was right there with him, in his arms, solid and real. 

Shortly after, Gemma sequestered herself in the bathroom to get dressed, and John sat on the edge of the bed, letting his mind wander. Now that the Eden’s opening was nearly complete, he wanted to get home to Small Heath and start working on music. 

“Hey, J.” Gemma said from the bathroom door as she opened it.

John looked over and his eyes widened, every part of his body suddenly alert. Gemma was standing in a similar lingerie set to the one she wore the weekend before, slip and dress in hand. She hung the dress off the top of the door and walked over to him slowly.

“Do you need some help, Gem?” John finally replied, reaching out for her.

“I just thought you’d like to see a taste of what’s for later. I saw this set last week as well, the color reminds me of your eyes.” Gemma responded, draping her slip over his shoulder.

“You really don’t have to get dressed. We could just stay here … alone … “ John murmured as he kissed her neck, her hair pinned up already.

“But that takes all the fun out of the game, Mr. Shelby. Don’t you want to have some fun?” Gemma asked, forcing herself to stay focused.

John chuckled into her skin and ran both of his hands down her body before pulling back. She took the slip from his shoulder and let it drop down over her head.  

“This way, you know exactly what I look like underneath this dress, like a secret. And later, you’ll get what you’ve been waiting for.” Gemma said nonchalantly, trailing her hand down his arm before turning back towards the bathroom.

Damn.

John waited until she was fully dressed and arranging her jewelry before moving from his spot on the edge of the bed. He was already struggling to contain himself with the thought of her wearing the same dress she had the weekend before, but now it was going to be near impossible.

“I have something for you, too.” John said casually, going to stand behind her at the mirror.

Gemma turned and immediately looked down with a raised eyebrow, fully expecting the slight bulge against his sweatpants that she saw. She looked back up him with such a devilish expression it took everything he had to not throw her onto the bed immediately.

“Not that. I mean, yes, later, but something else.” 

Gemma laughed as he fumbled through his words and then pulled a small box out of his pocket, handing it to her. She opened the box to find a dusty blue velvet one inside and she felt faint suddenly.

“It’s not that Gems, promise. Just a gift, from me to you.” John replied, suddenly realizing what the panicked look on her face meant.

Gemma took a deep breath and then opened the box to find an antique ring she had been looking at a few days earlier, in a jewelry shop they’d stopped into. 

“Oh my God. John, you didn’t! This is too much.” Gemma protested but couldn’t keep the smile from appearing on her face.

“It’s not too much, don’t worry about that. I saw how much you liked it in the shop and I went back yesterday, while you and Anna were at lunch.” 

John watched with a smile of his own as Gemma carefully pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto her right ring finger. It was a perfect fit, which she already knew from trying it on in the store wistfully. She hadn’t noticed John standing behind her, watching her longingly put it back on the tray. Nor had she noticed John talking to another sales associate, asking them to hold the ring until he could come back.

“I love it, J. Thank you.” Gemma said before kissing John.

“You’re very welcome, my love.”

John wrapped her into a hug, and she relaxed into him. There was something about the way he held her that made her feel safe, wanted, loved, and desired, all at the same time. 

“You have to meet the girls soon.” John mumbled into her hair before letting her go.

Gemma took a final look in the mirror, watching how John looked at her reflection. It was going to be a great night, and she would make sure of it.

A half hour later, Gemma, Carolyn, and Anna sat in Carolyn’s hotel room, gawking over the ring.

“I still can’t believe he did that.” Gemma said in wonder.

“That’s the thing about Shelby men, romantic when you least expect them to be.” Amma commented as she took a closer look at the ring.

“Oh, John’s romantic all the time.” Gemma replied out loud wistfully, making the other two giggle.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation and Carolyn went to answer it. She found a hotel butler, complete with a rolling cart.

“Compliments of Mr. John Shelby.” The butler said before Carolyn could say anything further.

She stood to the side as the man rolled the cart in and took a bottle of what appeared to be very expensive champagne from the bucket. He popped the cork and poured each of the girls a glass before gracefully exiting to the room. There were a variety of hors d’oeuvres on the cart as well, and Gemma grinned. 

“Well, I think John wins as most romantic.” She commented, as the other girls grabbed their glasses.

“You can only hope that Finn takes a lot cues from John in the love department.” Anna said to Carolyn who’s face went bright red.

Gemma and Anna cracked up at the expression on her face.

At exactly 7:30 that evening, Finn, John, and Arthur showed up at Carolyn’s hotel door. They found the three girls slightly tipsy and laughing about something they refused to tell “any Shelby man” about.

“You look beautiful, Care.” Finn said as his face flushed red.

“Thank you, Finn.” Carolyn replied with a confidence backed by a little champagne and a lot of girl talk.

“Anna, may I escort you to the fancy party at the Eden?” Arthur asked jokingly.

“You may, dear cousin, you may.” Anna replied in a haughty voice, taking his arm.

Gemma stood just inside the doorway, never losing eye contact with John, who leaned against the outer wall. He had his cap pulled low, to the side, the way she liked it, and his head tilted as he watched with her a wicked smile. Game on.

“Well, Ms. O’Neill, I see you’ve had a few glasses of champagne.” John commented as he reached out for her hand.

“Couldn’t turn down a bottle sent by THE Mr. John Shelby, now could I?” Gemma replied with a fake innocence, trying not to laugh.

“I suppose not.” 

John pulled the door closed behind Gemma and held her against it. Lust burned in his eyes as he looked down at her, his right hand on the door, the other holding her hand to her side. She reached out to touch his face and he had to fight to remain in control of himself. The champagne had flushed her cheeks and the look she gave him was pure seduction.

“You ready to play tonight, darlin’?” John murmured in her ear.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby.” Gemma replied, zero hesitation.

“Then let’s play.” John said, his voice low in the way that sent shivers through Gemma’s body.

“Lovebirds, let’s go!” Anna called from the elevator.

John grinned and took Gemma’s hand, twirling her around as they headed down the hall, her dress spinning up as she laughed. John pulled her back into his side, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re right.” Carolyn mused as she watched.

“Right about what?” Finn replied.

“Those two. They are epic.” 

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| Innocent Enemy |

Finn Shelby X Oswald Mosleys daughter!Reader

( WARNING: 18+ content, Raw sex, loss of virginity, breeding kink, enemies to lovers, innocent! Reader, mean! Finn, exhibition kink, cream-pie, getting caught, superiority complex, barely a hint of Michael Gray, etc. )

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Finn only hated the girl because he was told to. She was barely younger than him, only by a couple of months, but she was Oswald Mosleys daughter. So, she was not exactly an enemy in public. She was more of a foe, especially when she was catching on to Tommy Shelby’s plan.

But despite his hate for her, he grew jealous as he watched his cousin, Michael Gray, trap her in a corner with a smirk on his face. He curled a piece of her hair around his finger, blowing his cigarette smoke above her head.

She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, because Michael Gray was undeniably good looking. But there was two problems. One, he was married. And two? Well, Y/n hated to admit it…but she was sweet on Finn Shelby, the youngest Shelby brother. Her favorite. Even if he acted like he hated her.

But where did it all start? Well—

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Finn had come into his brothers house late, drunk. Not noticing that Tommy was currently in a tense meeting with Sir Oswald Mosley.

Fortunately, he didn’t bother them at all. Only— Mosley’s teenage daughter. Who was sitting on the couch, one leg propped up on the couch, her knee pressed against her chest. Her heels long gone to wherever she had kicked them.

Finn stood in the doorway, leaning on it as he stared at her in silence. Her head was laid onto the head of the choice, making Finn want to walk up and wrap his hand around her thin throat.

Y/n was extremely tired, she had been waiting almost an hour for her dear father to end the meeting. She only came because she believed it would be quick, as all of his other meetings with the Shelby’s typically were.

Now, this particular occurrence was before the attempted assassination on Sir Mosley.

“Tired?” Finn spoke up with a smirk, sticking his hands in his pockets. Y/n slowly looked forward, taking her head off of the couch. She simply stared at him, her hair slightly falling into her tired, pouty face. “It ain’t safe to fall asleep here…y’never know what someone may do to someone like you.” Finn spoke mischievously.

Y/n sighed tiredly, rubbing her face gently. She dropped her leg back down onto the couch, her legs parting, “Someone like me? Is that supposed to be an insult, Mr. Shelby?” She mumbled, her eyes closed as she dropped her head back onto the couch. “I do believe I am quite the good girl. My Daddy says so many times per day.” She hummed with her eyes remaining closed.

This particular act had shown Finn that she was not afraid of him, which made him angry. He clenched his jaw and began making quick but quiet strides over to her. Why do his brothers get to have all of the fun? He thought.

Y/n had yet to notice him, only opening her eyes out of shock when he forced his knee in between her thighs. “Hey!—,” She began, almost catching the attention of her father who was just in the other room.

But Finn lunged forward, too drunk for his own good as he gently but firmly gripped her jaw and tilting her head upward to stare into his darkened eyes. “Yer cute…acting as if you aren’t afraid of me.” Finn laughed bitterly.

She pouted, “I’m not.” She replied with no hesitation.

Finn breathed outward deeply from his nose, “I could shoot you right now, I could do anything I see fit to you. You’re just a small, little…spoiled posh girl.”

Y/n brought her smaller hand up to hold softly onto Finns wrist, “So are you. We’re the same.” She whispered sweetly. “We are both children of God, are we not?” She spoke so innocently, making Finn bite his lip and loll his neck.

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And that was their first impressions on each other.

Now, they were once again at Tommy’s house. Michael only being there for the meeting with Tommy, Arthur, and Oswald Mosley.

Oswald had picked Y/n up from her Catholic private school just fifteen minutes before their arrival. Her uniform had long dried by then but her hair was still damp and lying in her face.

Making her more attractive as she stared nervously up at Michael through her eyelashes. Michael glanced over his shoulder and sent Finn a smirk, causing the younger boy to come storming over.

Michael at least expected for his cousin to say something, but Finn only slid his hand through the small gap in between their bodies and grabbed Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n made no attempt to pull away from Finn, simply letting him drag her down the halls and up the stairs of Tommy’s manor. She didn’t even question him as he pulled her into a bedroom, but not just any bedroom. Tommy’s bedroom.

Finn didn’t bother to lock the door, dragging her toward the bed and giving her a gentle shove. She fell on her butt, onto the edge of the bed. She stared at up Finn blankly, her hands conveniently placed perfectly in her lap.

Meanwhile, Finn knew nothing of Personal space, standing so, very close to Y/n. So close that his crotch was almost in her face, but if the seemingly innocent girl had noticed, she sure hadn’t made any indication that she did.

“Yes, Finn?” Her voice came out so softly that Finn couldn’t resist the urge to pick her up and toss her higher onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise as he did just that, Finn crawling toward her. Subconsciously, she spread her legs for him, making him smirk. “Mm…Already so obedient, eh?” He teased, placing his hands on her knees.

Y/n remained silent, staring up at him with doe eyes as he slowly slid his hands down the soft skin of her legs until he reached her ankles.

Finn placed his legs on her own, keeping her pinned down onto the bed by her lower half. Finn took it upon himself to grab the hem of her dark, plaid school skirt and slide it up her legs. Revealing a short, ruffly under skirt, matching with white garters that had a bow on the back of each.

Finn groaned, “You wear this to school?” He wondered, leaning down and rubbing his nose softly against the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/n shivered slightly, nodding with a pout, “Daddy bought a whole set of ‘em for me.” She mumbled, embarrassed.

“Course’ he did.” Finn chuckled in response. “I hate to say it but— it’s time to take them off for the day.” He spoke huskily, his fingers working to unbuckle the garters.

Once he had successfully done so, he ever so slowly rolled each sheer sock like tights down her legs. Throwing each across the room before moving his hands up to the hem of her skirt. He held in a laugh when he realized the zipper was on the back.

He gave her no warning, lifting his body weight off of her before speedily flipping her onto her stomach. He stood on his knees, quickly unzipping her skirt and pulling it down her butt, along with her cotton panties.

“Fuck, can already see how soaking you are, Love.” Finn licked his lips, placing one hand on the small of her back, slipping his hand into her light pinkish white blouse.

“Finny?” Y/n breathed out, resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Finn only hummed in response, moving to flip her over for the last time in order to unbutton her thin blouse. “I am a virgin.”

Finn looked into her eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. “I’ve known.” He informed her lowly as he unbuttoned each button leisurely. His free hand running through her now dry, soft hair.

Once the two teens were fully undressed, lying together as if they were a puzzle, Finn promised himself that he would make Y/n cry. If she had yet to be afraid of him, then he’d use his power in this situation to make her cry and beg. That way, he could imagine that she was practically terrified of him.

“So much for being Daddy’s good little girl, right? Now? You’re my little girl.” Finn whispered contently as he sucked and licked her neck. Y/n let out a moan as Finn grabbed his cock, rubbing his tip in between her sticky, virgin folds. “I’ve never ‘ad a virgin.” Finn mumbled against her swollen and bitten lips. “S’gonna hurt.”

But he gave her no time to process this, very slowly pushing in, inch by inch. A sly grin was plastered on his face as she began whimpering in pain, her eyes tearing up. “Finn, it hurts.” She began to cry, leaning up off of the mattress, sliding her arms around his neck.

“I told you it would, Silly girl.” He teased quietly, his eyes slightly rolling back as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” He tried his damndest to stay in place, but as Y/n wriggled below him, he wanted so badly to slam into her repeatedly.

Y/n gasped, “Move, move. Please, Finn.” She spoke desperately all of a sudden, catching Finn off guard.

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, slowly pulling out, looking down to be met with his blood coated cock. He gripped the fat of her hips as he thrusted into her tight, hot walls. “You’re so tight. But so dirty, letting Daddy fuck you in a gangsters bed.” Finn chuckled, Y/n crying out and trying her best to pull him closer to her.

“M’sorry— just…please? Please go faster?” She begged hopelessly, her hand moving up to his hair.

Finn did just that, his hips slamming into hers. If anyone were to stand outside of the room, they’d hear the mutual moans and cries from both parties, along with the wet squelching and slapping of skin.

It was so lewd. So nasty. So risky. How could she lose her cherished virginity to a Peaky Blinder Gypsy and let her maidenhead blood bleed out onto the white sheets of the boss’ bed.

Y/n knew it was a sin, but she couldn’t help it. It felt too good as Finn slammed into her. Finn let out a louder, deeper moan, still thrusting in but slightly slower now as his hands flew down to Y/n’s plush thighs. He gripped them, practically throwing her legs around his waist.

Due to the lack of stability, Y/n’s body was sliding up and down the bed.

“Feels s’good!” Y/n cried out, accompanied by Finns even louder and careless moans. Neither seemed to realize that everyone in the house could hear them from all the way upstairs.

“Yeah?” Finn softly spoke. “It’d feel even better if I came deep, deep into your little tummy. Filling you with Shelby babies? Gypsy babies. Would you like that?” Finn cooed, sliding his hand under her body. His hand splayed out on the middle of her back, pulling her upward so that they could be chest to chest as the two grew closer and closer.

“Yes, yes.” Y/n nodded blissfully, not even understanding what was going on. “Fill me, Finny.”

“Oh, I will. Then when you swell up with my baby, you’ll have to marry me. No matter what happens.” Finn grinned widely, cutting himself off with an unexpected groan as Y/n clenched on him. “She’s practically sucking me in, Love. Just asking to be fed.”

As they neared, so did Mosley and Tommy. Curious as to where the yells and cries were coming from.

Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around Finns neck as he slowed his pace. He slowly pushed in and out of her, one arm wrapped around her back, his other free hand cradling her head in order to keep in the crook of his neck.

“I can feel how close you are, just let it go. Then I will too, and you’ll be full to the brim with my babies.” Finn whispered, placing endless kisses to the side of her head, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb.

Y/n nodded, her jaw slack as she rested her almost limp head on Finn’s.

Finn sped up in his last few seconds worth of thrusts. And just as both teens felt their climax come flying forward, the bedroom door flew open. For Mosley had thought that someone was hurting his sweet little girl, judging by the cries that were heard from just outside the door.

But as him and Tommy stopped midway through the room, their eyes landed on Finn and Y/n. Bare naked, not even bothering to cover up with the sheets as they fucked.

The two noticed the older men immediately, and despite their embarrassment, Finn couldn’t seem to stop his hips from moving. Riding out their highs as tears flowed down Y/n’s cheeks. Finn focusing on pushing his cum deep into her womb.

“Well…it seems as if we may need to arrange a ceremony?” Mosley began with a smirk as the teens settled down. Tommy glared at Mosley for a short second, making the man shrug. “What? I can’t let people think my daughter’s innocence was taken before her wedding night.” Mosley snickered happily.

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[storywriter007]

Life or Death - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n realizes thomas shelby hasn't been good to her

warnings: character death, cursing, poverty, catcalling, mentions of sex,

genre: heartbreak

word count: 2.9k

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Birmingham, 1900

"i'm starving." a young thomas shelby said aloud.

"have you not had anything to eat today?" a young y/n asked.

"money's been tight, i've had to skip meals." tommy explained.

the two ten year olds sat in silence for a moment.

y/n knew what it was like for money to be tight. her family's income had been tight, after the passing of her father. her mom went to teach children at a local school while making dresses on the side to keep the two of them afloat.

"it's almost suppertime, why don't you come to my house?" y/n invited.

"really?" he asked.

"of course." she nodded. "you're my best friend, why would i want to see you hungry?"

that evening, y/n and tommy walked home together and were given a warm welcome by y/n's mother.

"tommy! welcome!" she exclaimed. "come on in you two."

they sat down at the table and began eating supper. stew and dumplings. it was warm and delicious.

to tommy, y/n's house often felt more like home than his own. it was quite small, but it had home-like decorations everywhere. it was nice and toasty since it didn't take much fire to heat the place, and moreover y/n was there.

"you children cannot stay out in the cold during this time of year." y/n's mother scolded, putting her hand on tommy's cheek and seeing how cold it was.

"but we were playing a game-" y/n argued.

"play games inside. i don't want to see you to freeze to death." she continued.

"yes mom." y/n laughed, looking at tommy, knowing they were going to go outside the next day anyways.

it was getting dark out and tommy was full.

"i should probably get going. bye y/n, by ms. y/l/n!" tommy said, getting up.

"wait!" y/n said, running to the kitchen.

she came back with tupperware.

"here, take some home." she insisted.

"no, no, i couldn't-" he argued.

"take it! tell john, arthur, and ada i say hello!" y/n said, shoving the tupperware into his arms.

that night, tommy's siblings had a warm meal.

"this is delicious tommy! where'd you get this from?" arthur remarked.

"y/n. she insisted." he responded.

"you better marry her for this one." arthur laughed.

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Birmingham, 1904

"look at the body on that one." a classmate remarked as y/n walked by.

she just rolled her eyes and continued walking. this wasn't unusual.

"you'd make a ton of money at the whore house!" the boy yelled out again as laughter followed.

so would your mother, y/n thought of saying, but decided that it was best for her to not. this boy was twice her size.

"so would your mother." another boy's voice called out.

y/n turned around to see tommy and the other boy standing chest to chest, about to fight.

"what'd you say shelby?" the boy asked.

"so would your mother." he repeated, not an ounce of fear in his voice.

a teacher came and pulled the two apart.

"both of you seperate. if i see this again, i'll make sure to tell your mothers!" she scolded.

both the boys backed away from one another. tommy caught up with y/n.

"thanks tommy." she said.

"it's nothing, i've wanted to say that to him for a while now." tommy laughed.

"my mum's sending me to get groceries today? would you like to join me." y/n asked.

"of course." tommy agreed. "can't wait to eat apples out of the farmer's cart."

"don't do that! you got us chased down last time!" y/n scolded, remembering a set of angry farmers running after them.

they settled down after they were paid, at least. otherwise, who knows what could've happened.

"it was fun!" he argued.

"it was." she agreed.

as she watched tommy walk away, y/n realized that she had a crush on him. but it was just a crush, it wasn't that serious.

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Birmingham, 1914

"glad to see you dr." tommy smiled, opening the door to the pub.

"happier to see you mr." she returned the joke.

y/n had always wanted to save people's lives, so she entered the medical field. after gaining main patients, it became more difficult to see tommy as often as she used to. even tommy was on the rise in the business world. it was hard to hangout with one-another, but they always made time.

over the years, y/n's crush on tommy had turned into love, but she didn't know how to tell him. no time ever seemed right.

"there might be a war." tommy said, drinking whiskey at the pub.

"you think you'll get drafted?" y/n asked, wanting him to say no, but knowing what the answer was.

"yes." he answered. "unfortunately."

"it'll just be me and ada." y/n chuckled. "she's better company than you."

"oh really? go drink with her." tommy laughed. "you'll miss me when i go off."

"you know i will." y/n smiled.

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y/n realized her worst nightmare had come true as tommy stood at her front door.

"i have to go to france." he said.

she felt water fill up her eyes, but she stayed calm.

"i'll miss you." she smiled.

"i'll miss you too." he smiled back.

he turned around to leave.

"tommy, wait." she said, trying not to cry.

he turned around.

"i didn't know when to tell you this because no time ever seemed right and we were always so busy." she rambled. "but since you're going to france, and i might not see you again, i just want you to know i love you. it's no use for me to say i don't, because it's true. i've loved you ever since i've known you."

the tears started falling. he stared at her for a minute. did she ruin their friendship? did he not feel the same way? would he never talk to her again? did she have to do this before he left?

lost in her thoughts, y/n didn't realize tommy had leaned down and kissed her.

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Birmingham, 1918

y/n got down on her knees, that had already been bruised from how much she'd kneeled.

"dear god, please keep tommy, john, and arthur safe." she pleaded. "please keep tommy safe."

she'd done this every morning and every night since the boys were drafted.

"please make it end soon." she continued.

she looked at the couple of photographs her and tommy had together from years before. they used to love taking together, and writing the story on the back.

she got to their last picture. taken four years ago. it was hear and tommy making silly faces. on the back, it said, "tommy's going to france."

she felt a tear run down her cheek. what if he never came back? what if that was their last photo together?

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Birmingham, 1919

y/n was overjoyed when all three brothers returned, alive. she hugged tommy so tightly, glad he was alright.

but something had changed. tommy wasn't as happy as he used to be anymore. he didn't smiled as much, but he still did when they were together, and that was all that mattered to y/n.

y/n knew all about the shelby business, having grown very close to ada and polly, she was informed about everything. even when tommy was doing gang work before, he was never as gloomy as he was now. he was much more serious.

she tried desperately to comfort him, and it did work. he did talk about the war with her, and y/n understood he was traumatized. she didn't try to change him or tell him lighten up, she understood the mental toll it had taken on him.

countless nights would tommy tell her about the memories of war and they would end up falling asleep on the floor, in a mix of papers and books.

they were never officially together, they had never gotten then chance. but when tommy was ready, y/n hoped they could make it offical.

one night, they walked into the garrison. y/n had just finished with a long day of patients.

"dr!" arthur greeted y/n with a hug.

"arthur!" she laughed back.

however, there was a new face at the pub. she was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. y/n came up to her.

"i haven't seen you around! are you new?" she smiled, asking.

"yes, i am new." the barmaid responded, quite curtly, y/n noticed.

"i'm y/n! what's your name?" she asked.

"grace. my name is grace." she said, briefly.

"well, grace, i just wanted to say, i think you're absolutely gorgeous." y/n smiled.

grace gave a brief smile back and went back to bartending.

odd, y/n thought, but assumed it was because of how busy the pub was, her mind was probably on working.

.....................................................

"there's this new copper who's been on my ass." tommy said.

"that sucks. has he been sniffing around?" y/n asked.

"yes." he responded, taking a long drag out of his cigarette.

y/n noticed grace very clearly listening to their conversation.

"he's been asking me about, well, y'know." he continued. "they're taken care of, but still. he's onto me."

of course she knew. the guns. tommy had told her everything. his plan and why.

"that's enough about that." he ended. "how's your business, doctor?"

"it's going well." y/n chuckled. "i'm seeing entire lineages now."

"whiskey?" grace asked, coming over.

"no thank you." y/n smiled. "i should get home now."

tommy smiled and said goodbye. y/n thought that was odd, since usually tommy would've walked her out.

"thank you grace." she said, before leaving.

grace ignored her.

.....................................................

y/n was sitting with the shelby's at the garrison. she noticed something about tommy, something odd. he straightened up whenever grace entered the room and he always smiled.

this wasn't the first odd thing tommy had done. since she came, he was at the pub more. he also took her to a horserace. not to mention, his eyes foretold a story between them. it had been a while since tommy looked at her that way.

but there was something odd about grace. she was always listening in and trying to get closer to tommy.

y/n asked to see tommy privately, and that's when she made her point.

"the barmaid, she seems suspicious. do you notice how she's always listening in and trying to get close to you? and how that copper start bothering you the same time she came here?" y/n said.

"her name's grace." tommy responded.

"yes, grace, seems odd." y/n corrected.

"what is it y/n? you can't stand there's another friend of mine?" he said, clearly aggravated.

"no, i don't care about that. i just don't want you to get hurt-"

"hurt? hurt is when i was in france." he interrupted.

"tommy, will you just try to listen?"

"to your bullshit? no." he said.

that hurt.

"you're free to leave." he said simply, taking a drag out of his cigarette.

y/n chuckled, and left.

.....................................................

can y/n say it came as a shock when tommy told her grace had betrayed him and fled the country? not really.

"i told you so." y/n said, plainly. "it was obvious."

tommy seemed pissed at that comment.

"that doesn't mean you can talk down on her." tommy stated.

"well tommy, you can't really control what i say and what i think." she responded back, beginning to get aggravated at his blindness. "and what i think is that grace is a traitor."

"what i think is that you should leave." he said.

"always running from the truth, now-a-days, aren't you?" she smiled, leaving.

y/n would be lying if she said she didn't go home that night and cry, because she did. why was tommy so wrapped around grace? had he fallen in love with her? no, no. it was probably just attraction. it had to be. right?

the next day, tommy apologized for being so harsh to her, and everything was back to normal. no more grace, no more deception, and no more stupidity.

.....................................................

y/n was still waiting for tommy to make it official, but he still hadn't. the war had been over for two years now. she had thought about tommy everyday for the past seven years.

she missed him, she missed what they used to have. it was almost midnight, and she decided she wanted to go see him. she couldn't keep waiting.

she called his number three times, but he didn't pick up, so she drove to his home, and knocked on the door. no answer. she was starting to get worried. she opened the door and walked in on something that made her stomach drop.

it was tommy with grace. and they were having sex on the sofa, and he whispered how much he loved her and how he thought of her everyday. it seemed they had finished, because now they were getting dressed. when tommy turned his head and saw y/n, his eyes grew wide.

y/n felt tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat.

he dragged her into his office.

"what the hell y/n! you can't just fucking barge into my house!" he yelled.

"i called you three times. i knocked on your door and waited outside for five minutes. with the life you live tommy, i got worried." she said, wiping her nose.

"y/n, you have to leave." he said. "i've got something here, and i can't lose it again."

again. y/n felt her stomach drop and her heart break into a thousand pieces.

"again?" she asked. "again! tommy, i have waited for you! i waited for seven fucking years, waiting for you to say you want to try something with me!" she yelled.

"do you not remember! do you not remember the night you got drafted, because i sure as hell do!" she screamed.

"y/n, calm down, you're going to scare grace-"

oh that sent her.

"grace! you think i give two fucks about grace! the one who deceived you, lied to you, manipulated you, and now comes running back!" she screamed even louder.

"i love her!" he yelled.

"you love her! you love her! than what about me!" y/n yelled, tears starting to flow. "what about every day and night i prayed for you during the war! what about every time i invited you to my house for supper! i have waited and waited for you to say that you love me and you just don't!"

tommy was silent.

"i have loved you throughout everything. i was always kind to you. i was good." she continued.

"i'm a bad man, y/n, we know this." he said.

"and i love you even though you're a bad man! you believed every one of her lies of all of my truths. and i still loved you! you kicked me out everytime i brought it up! and guess what? i still loved you."

tommy looked at her.

"who was there by your side when you were scared and alone? who was there every night when you got back from the war and had terrible nightmares? who was there taking care of finn while you were off at war, because i don't think it was fucking grace!"

"i'm sorry." he said.

"no you're not because if you were, you wouldn't have done this in the first place!" she screamed through tears.

"who was there thomas!" that was the first time she had said his full name. "i'm done. don't fucking call me, don't show up to my office, don't come near me. i'm done playing your dark and twisted games just for you to switch the rules so someone else wins. i'm done dealing with a different you every fucking night. i'm done."

thomas looked at her.

"who's it going to be?" y/n asked.

"so well." he responded.

y/n smiled and turned around to leave, but before she left, she said he final words to thomas.

"i'm never going to aid you again. whether it be in life or death."

that was the last conversation between y/n and thomas.

.....................................................

Birmingham, 1924

"just have some soup and rest up, and you'll feel a lot better." y/n advised her last patient of the day.

work had become more of a thing for y/n after word of her spread all across birmingham, she was getting patients from everywhere. and for right reasons, she was a damn good doctor.

she walked them outside before sitting in the waiting room with her receptionist.

"thank you edward, you're free to leave." she said, smiling.

"see you tomorrow doctor." edward smiled as he exited.

y/n was left to close her office. she began putting files away and cleaning equiptment. the doors and windows were locked. the stationary was put away.

suddenly, she heard a loud knock on her door. she turned around to see a face she thought she'd never see again. she stared into his bright blue eyes for a moment, before realizing he was actually here, and that it was just a figment of her imagination.

y/n opened the small window on the door. she looked down to see him carrying grace. she had been very clearly shot.

"she might have a chance, please y/n."

"you chose her over me." y/n said, looking into his piercing blue eyes.

he froze.

"and i told you that very night, i would never aid you again, whether it be life or death." she reminded, shutting the window door.

he banged on the door, pleading. she shot him one last look before shutting the blinds, turning the lights off, and leaving out the back.

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Don’t You Think It’s Time? — 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀)

Part 2  ✘

warnings: mentions of violence, swearing & blood.

There was always something about Finn Shelby that made Y/N feel more alive than ever before.

The mere sight of him would make her heart swoon. The thought of him would make its way into her mind at almost every moment of the day, filled with his kind words and his gentle gaze.

She has had a yearning for him from the very first moment they had set eyes on each other.

Y/N L/N, the young 22 year old was fresh into her Nursing & Midwifery career. Riding around the streets of Small Heath on a bicycle, turning heads wherever she went. To begin with, she was utterly terrified. But she soon became more comfortable with every moment that passed and the streets of Small Heath soon became familiar to her.

She would never forget the night her path crossed with Finn Shelby’s. A wild turn of events that would soon lead to a beautiful friendship, and perhaps something more.

It was quite late into the evening, Y/N had just helped a mother to deliver another beautiful and healthy baby. The father had gifted her a small bottle of whiskey, followed by a chorus of kind and gracious words for her helping to bring his daughter safely into the world.

Even though she didn’t drink, she took the bottle, concealing it in her nursing bag that was strapped on the back of her bicycle.

She hopped on her bicycle, preparing herself for the long cycle home. The night was that cold that she could see her breath. She bid the family one final farewell before setting off into the night. She listened carefully to the sounds around her as she rode through Small Health. She could hear the sounds of rowdy men in the pubs, the occasional sounds of chatter and cars. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Much to her despise, it had started to rain not long after she had left. She began to pedal a little faster, wanting to get back to the Nurse’s home as soon as she could. She still had around 20 minutes left of her journey.

She became extra vigilant, as her vision became impaired due to how hard it was starting to rain. She rode past The Garrison, another pub filled with music and rowdy men. She came across a darker part of the street that wasn’t lit up quite as well as near the pub. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Or rather, someone. They seemed to be hunched over from what she could make out.

Out of pure instinct, she came to a complete stop. She hopped off her bicycle, mounting it against the brick wall. Remaining cautious, she decided to approach the person.

“Excuse me,” she announced herself, hoping whoever it was could hear her over the rain hitting the pavement, “Is everything alright?”  

As she came closer to them, the person started to stand up. She was now able to make out that it was a man, who turned to her with a smile that she could only describe as evil.

The man snickered, dropping the bottle of alcohol she had failed to see him holding in his hand. She flinched at the sound of the glass hitting the pavement quite loudly, smashing into a thousand pieces.  

“I reckon there is something you can help with, sweetheart.” The man spoke in a low voice, before grabbing her and slamming her against the wall before she even had time to run away.

“No!” she screamed, trying to fight her way out of his strong grip, “Stop! Leave me alone!”

She could smell the vile, strong scent of alcohol on his breath, turning her head away as his face kept coming closer to hers.

The man chuckled, tightening his grip around her wrists, “I’m going to have some fun with you, stop fucking moving you whore.”

Her knees felt weak, like she could topple to the ground in fear any second. She fought harder and more desperately as hercoat buttons were ripped from being pulled open so forcefully. Her tears were hot against her cheeks as the rain that kept hitting her skin.

She screamed. Wishing that someone, anyone at all, could hear her cries. The man kept clawing at the buttons of her uniform, trying to get them undone.

She had started preparing herself for the hell she thought she was going to face; but she soon heard someone yell out from behind them.

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” she managed to glance up to see the man being pulled away from her. She had never been more grateful for being able to breathe properly now her attacker was no longer crushing her with his weight.

She was quick to wrap her ripped coat back around herself as best she could, watching with tired eyes as the scene unfolded before her. Whoever had saved her life was now above her attacker, throwing punches over and over again that she had lost count.

Her attacker was then slammed against the brick wall on the opposite side of the road to her, his face bleeding and broken. The other man, who she still couldn’t make out, took his hat off before turning it inside out. Even though it was dark, she couldn’t mistake the shine of razor blades hidden on the inside of his hat.

Whoever he was, he was a Peaky Blinder.

She knew who the Peaky Blinders were, and in any other case would be petrified. But in this moment, she felt somewhat safe. She knew she should probably make a run for it, but she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from him.

The man slashed her attackers face, and she cringed after hearing him yell out in pain.  

“If I ever see you again,” he then points in her general direction, making her breath hitch, “And if I ever see you near her again, I will cut your eyes out of your fucking skull and I’ll watch you bleed. Do you understand?!”  

He then proceeds to throw him to the ground, not waiting to hear for her attacker’s response. The two of them watch him scramble to his feet and flee from the scene.

Y/N was stiff and hadn’t dared to move a muscle from the moment she was saved. There was something about her saviour that drew her in. She watches him turn around to face her, quickly making sure that her attacker ran completely out of his sight. They were still a few feet away from one another, staring at each other, not daring to look away once.

Looking closer, she realized that he was a young man who didn’t look much older than herself. She could see his shoulders moving up and down from how hard he was trying to catch his breath. His hair was now damp, droplets of water running down his face. He held his bloodied cap in his hand with a tight grip, not daring to let go.

There was something about him that made her feel a particular type of way. 

“I’m sorry, please, don’t be scared.” The young man broke the silence, beginning to approach her slowly, “Are you alright, did he hurt you?”

As he approached her, she couldn’t seem take her eyes off him. Not only was she grateful, but she was also mentally scolding herself for thinking about how attractive the young Peaky Blinder standing before her was.

Blood covered his white shirt that he was wearing underneath his dark grey suit, but she ignored it.

“I’m okay,” she whispered.

She could see his face drop as he let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

For the first time since the encounter, she offered a small smile towards him, “You didn’t. Thank you for helping me.”

“I wasn’t going to let that prick hurt you.”

Despite him being a Peaky Blinder, she could see something in his eyes. It was kindness, she could see it as clear as day. It was this kindness that had saved her from something awful. Something everyone fears. 

She glances down at his side, and without thinking, reaches out for his hand. His knuckles were red and bruised, there was blood from the amount of punches he had been throwing.

“You’re bleeding,” She spoke, concerned no longer for herself but for the young man standing in front of her. 

Her touch sent shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes for only a quick second, wanting to etch this memory in his mind of how soft her skin against his was.

It surprised him that this girl, who was only seconds away from pure terror, was no longer concerned for herself. She was concerned for him. He stole a glance at the nursing uniform underneath her coat. 

“I can barely feel anything, don’t worry about me,” he shook his head as he spoke, gently placing that same hand on her arm. 

After seeing her involuntarily flinch, he instantly felt bad. It was out of instinct, but she couldn't help miss his touch after he had taken his hand away. 

He led her out from the rain, into a small eve that sheltered them both from the rain. Again, they stood opposite one another; there being not much room between the two of them. She could the warmth radiating off of him due to the close proximity. 

He looked down at her small frame, noticing she had started to shiver. Without a second thought, he started taking of his suit jacket.

As he took of his suit jacket, she spotted the signature pocket watch tucked into his vest, along with the gun holster that was sitting on his shoulders that had been concealed underneath his jacket until now. 

He looked into her eyes, not needing to speak as he silently asked for permission. The space between them was small, but he managed to wrap his jacket around her. 

She glanced up at him gratefully, meeting his gaze and holding onto the front of his jacket to stop it from falling from her shoulders. She was engulfed by the smell of his cologne and the faint smell of cigarettes, it made her heart beat all the faster. It was comforting. 

“I’m Finn Shelby,” he spoke, his hands not once leaving her waist.

“Y/N L/N,” she responded. 

Her eyes trailed his face, admiring him. 

Finn smiled down at her, wanting nothing more than to make her feel safe. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her small frame until she stopped shaking. Resting his head on top of hers, the pair gently swayed in one another’s arms, listening to the rain as it began to fade away. 

“Would you let me walk you home?” he asked, pulling his head away to look down at her, suddenly becoming shy at the close proximity of their faces. 

She nodded, resting her forehead against his, “I’d like that.”

                                The pair soon set off into the night, Finn never once leaving her side. 

Y/N felt comfortable in his presence, knowing there was something special about him. It was like she had known him for her entire life, his eyes were so alive with promise. 

They had talked the whole way, both of them blushing when their arms would brush together. 

Their hearts fell just that little bit when they arrived underneath the bike shed at the Nurse’s home. 

Finn leaned against the wooden post as he watched Y/N put her bicycle away, unbuckling her nursing bag from the back. She held the bag by her side and glanced in his direction, smiling like she couldn’t help it. 

“Thank you for walking me home, and for being there for me. I can’t bear to imagine what would have happened to me if you didn’t show up.”

Finn smiled, leaning off of the post and standing up straight as she handed him back his suit jacket, “Anything to keep you safe.”

He could see that he had made the girl blush at his words, she’s so beautiful he thought. 

He shrugged his suit jacket back on, his gun holster now being concealed once again. The two of them stood in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, dreading the thought of having to leave one another. 

Y/N then rummaged through her nursing bag, Finn being confused once she pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. 

“Been drinking on the job?” Finn joked, looking back into her eyes.  

“No, uh..,” she chuckled, clearing her throat, “I was given this tonight from a grateful patient, I delivered her baby.”

Finn nodded, putting his hands in his pockets, “Boy or girl?”

“A little girl,” she smiled, “I don’t drink so I thought you could take this, consider it a thank you.” 

Finn laughed and took the small bottle she offered him, his fingers brushing against hers, “I’ll take it, but there really is no need to thank me.”

Y/N kept eye contact with him, unsure of what to say next. Finn managed to beat her to it, stepping closer so he was right in front of her. 

“Will I see you again?” he asks in a sort of hushed whisper. 

“You will,” she responded, a wave of confidence suddenly coming over her. 

She took one more step, her body now being pressed up against his. she slipped her hand through his jacket, placing her hand over his heart. She could feel it pounding through his chest as she reached up and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, teasing him. 

“I’ll see you soon, Mr Shelby.”  

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I love your work I got a request for Tommy Shelby

So you are tommy daughter or the youngest Shelby sister and u are 2 years old

And Arthur or John or Finn is looking after u and u get sick and tommy’s not home at the moment so she just cries until he gets home no matter how hard the others try to console her and then when he gets home and he holds you stop crying and fell asleep hope that make sense

Hey love! Of course i can do this request for you!

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR TRANSLATION OR POSTING ON A DIFFERENT SITE.

Summary: request above.

{Y/N}: Your name.

Word count: 1,023.

Once Finn was born, the Shelby clan felt like the family was complete, they hoped their parents would stop having children since they were barely looked after by them.

However, just under two years after Finn Shelby was born, [Y/N] Shelby entered the world. The second daughter of Arthur Shelby and youngest sister to the Shelby brothers.

Since she was born, she had a handful of health issues, ranging from constant illnesses to developmental delays. This caused her to look younger then she is and resulted in Polly becoming very cautious of going outside with the young girl. When [Y/N} was taken outside, Tommy and Polly would make sure she had on at least three layers.

However, the winter had been brutal on the young girls body, it had snowed for the first time in ten years in Birmingham, and like any other child {Y/N} wanted to go outside and play with the the playful swirling snowflakes coming down from the sky. Polly knew it wasn't safe but the young girl was growing and seeing snow in Birmingham was a rare occasion. She let {Y/N] go outside for ten minutes.

Two days later, Polly had regretted that decision. Polly had woken up that morning expecting the young girl to be awake in her bed waiting for her aunt to take her downstairs to make her breakfast. Instead Polly had found her niece still asleep curled up in her bed, from where Polly was standing she was able to see {Y/N]'s skin glistening with sweat.

The middle aged woman immediately walks away from the child's room, going to Tommy's room and knocks on loudly, knowing her nephew would be awake, Polly opens the door " get dressed and go to the doctor down the road" she demands.

Tommy stood up quickly, puling on a pair of his tailored trousers then followed by putting on a shirt " {Y/N] again?" he asks, he knew it was for his sister but asked anyway.

" i don't know whats wrong with her yet" Polly uttered, her voice full of stress and panic.

Polly rushes back over to her nieces room, walking over to the young girls bed, wrapping her arms around the fragile body of her ill riddled body of the youngest Shelby.

{Y/N} small mouse like voice breaks out from her throat "pol" she whispers, her voice cracking, squirming slightly. The young girl was uncomfortable, the warmth from her fever coming through in bursts, her night clothes soaked in her own sweat.

The sound of Tommy leaving his room followed by the sound of the front door opening and close less then a minute later reassured Polly that help would soon be on the way.

Three hours later.

It had been hours since Tommy had left the house, he had not come back. {Y/N]'s fever had gotten worse as the hours past, Polly had given her several cold water baths to try and bring her fever down but nothing was helping.

The sickly young girl had become distressed, her wailing voice filed the small Shelby home. Her brothers and aunt doing everything they could think of to comfort her.

" Don't hold her like that Finn, that will just make her more upset" the eldest Shelby brother barked at his youngest brother.

Finn was holding his sister under armpits and arms length away from him. " shes contagious"

Arthur grumbles and stands up from the dinning room table, stalking towards his siblings, taking his sister gently from the arms of his brother. " You're a Shelby Finn, you've got other things you should be more scared of" Arthur points out.

The eldest Shelby, holds his sister, his hand on the bottom of her back whilst his other arm sat under her legs to support her weight, The young girl lays her head on her brothers shoulder hiccuping as she cries.

" where is bloody Tommy" Arthur grumbles, looking towards Polly as she walks out of the kitchen holding a cloth. The older woman walks over to Arthur, gently wiping the cold cloth against the forehead of the sickly looking child.

" He's coming Arthur, doctor is probably busy with other children sick from this weather"

" Other children aren't {Y/N} pol, she could di--" Polly quickly interrupts Arthur.

" don't be ridiculous Arthur" Polly hissed.

However, Arthur wasn't wrong and Polly knew this, her niece was already weak from birth and the doctor had warned the family that {Y/N} could die from becoming ill, its just the matter of what will kill her and when.

Luckily, the sound of the front door opening and shutting filled the chaotic family home of the Shelby's. Footsteps clunking towards the room filled with hiccups, coughs and wailing.

The sight of Tommy Shelby was a relief for Polly but when she didn't see the doctor her stress levels turned up a notch. Tommy takes his cap off followed by his jacket.

Tommy walks over to his older brother, Arthur transferring his sister over to him " the doctor will come in a few hours, he is full today with other patients" Tommy explains.

Polly runs her slender fingers over her eyebrows, sighing " her fever isn't breaking Tommy, shes making herself worse by crying" his aunt vents.

The sight of the most feared Shelby rocking his youngest sister as she holds one of his fingers wasn't a rare sight for the family, since {Y/N} was born it was clear her and Tommy had bonded incredibly quick and nothing could break that bond.

The house slowly began to become quiet, the occasional hiccup and cough appeared, Tommy sits on the couch, his sister slowly closing her eyes, her body relaxing for the first time since the morning.

Polly laughs and shakes her head, putting her hands on her hips. " i should have known" she smiles.

Finn frowns and looks towards Polly " known what?" he asks, oblivious.

Polly grabs a cigarette from her metal case and uses a match to light it, then sits down at the dinning room table for the first time since waking up.

" All she wanted was her Thomas".

A/N: Hello again, i apologise for the long wait for this, life has been hectic and i had no time to post anything but i finally have time to post on here! i appreciate all the Reposts, Likes and Comments.

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[zablife]

Matchmaking (Heaven)

Finn Shelby x reader (Johnny Dogs daughter)

Summary: A match is made between Finn and Johnny Dogs' daughter. Although uncertain about becoming a husband at such a young age, Finn becomes his wife’s fiercest protector. 

Author’s Note: This was suggested by @cokcola4112 who asked for a fic with an arranged marriage between Finn and Johnny Dogs oldest daughter. I wrote a dark version Matchmaking (Hell) and this version which shows a much more optimistic view of their marriage for @wandawiccan60. Thanks to @the-makingsofgreatness for providing inspiration.

Warnings: language, arranged marriage, fighting, mention of blood

The wedding festivities lasted late into the night. There was drinking and raucous dancing in the camp as everyone celebrated the union. While Tommy was satisfied by the outcome, Finn was less than pleased. His bride was beautiful, but he still held great resentment at being forced to marry. Although Finn had agreed, he was not yet ready to take on a wife, especially someone he barely knew. He thought back to Tommy’s words earlier in the day about you running wild and wondered what he had meant.

Watching his bride dance cheerfully, arm in arm with other members of the camp Finn couldn't help being mesmerized by your lively spirit. Everyone wanted to be near you. He found himself drawn to you as well, feeling entranced by your inner light. In that moment, he began to think perhaps this wouldn’t be such a hardship after all.

When you caught him staring at you in a lovesick way, you bit your lip and returned his gaze with a sweet smile. Reaching your hand out for him, he pulled you from the tight inner circle of revelers. 

You giggled as he took you somewhere more secluded. Looping a strong arm around your waist, he guided you between the vardos and whispered how beautiful you looked. Just as you were feeling relaxed and happy, you passed several members of the Lee family who were too drunk to stand. Apart from the other guests, two men sat at a table oblivious to your presence. Finn strained to hear them over the sounds of celebratory gunshots and fireworks going off in the sky.

“Johnny finally married her off. Never thought I’d see the day,” the first man babbled.

His companion replied, “Stupid diddicoy doesn’t know his sweet little bride is a slag.” Both men roared with laughter.

Finn’s ears burned and he clenched his fists tightly at the insult. On instinct he barreled toward the man and pulled him from his chair, shoving him against the side of the vardo with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. He held him there by the collar as he asked, “What the fuck did you just say about my wife?” 

The man coughed, wheezing for breath under Finn’s tight grasp. The whisky had clearly impaired his judgement because he continued, “Ask her what she’s been up to in them mountains, lad. Nothing good, I’m sure,” he said as though he were doing Finn a favor. Finn pulled back, delivering a punch that caused a sickening cracking sound. The man lurched forward holding his nose as blood gushed forth. 

His companion backed away slowly. “We was only trying to tell you the truth, boy,” he said clutching his whisky bottle in his hands. Finn snatched it from him and smashed it against the side of the vardo, holding the bottle neck toward him.

“If you speak about her that way again, I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” 

Tommy said you were wild, but Finn didn’t care. And no matter what you’d done, you didn’t deserve to be talked about so viciously he thought.

As the men stumbled away, you backed yourself into the shadows of another vardo scared by Finn’s show of temper. You hated it when the men fought at the fair and you’d never been able to stomach the sight of blood. As a sick feeling came over you, you slumped onto the steps, pulling your arms into your body tightly. 

Finn looked around trying to find where you had gone and when he spotted you, he let out a defeated sigh. He could tell by your posture you were scared which had not been his intention. Approaching you slowly, Finn held up his hands to show he meant you no harm. “Y/n, I’m sorry if I frightened you, but I couldn’t let them talk about you that way,” he said speaking so softly and gently you began to uncurl from your position to look up at him.

Thinking of something to take your mind off what you’d just witnessed, he asked, “Do you want to go for a drive in me new car?” You nodded slowly. He wiped the blood from his hand and extended it to you carefully, searching your face to see if you would trust him.

 You found that his eyes held nothing but kindness and you were no longer afraid. As you stood to face him your heart nearly beat out of your chest smelling the scent of his aftershave and feeling the heat of his body radiating over you. Finn reached down to lace his fingers with yours and you let out a sharp cry. He had grabbed the hand Johnny Dogs had cut open during your wedding for the mingling of the two bloods. When Finn realized how the fresh cut still burned, he brought your upturned palm to his lips to offer a gentle kiss over the wound. “I’d never hurt you, you know,” he whispered. 

“I know,” you replied letting your gaze linger on his lips for a moment before allowing him to kiss you gently. 

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As you drove away from camp, you nestled into Finn’s side. He draped one arm over you while he navigated the bumpy road. When you were several miles away with nothing around but fields, Finn pulled over and said, “Let’s get out and have a look, ey?” He helped you gather your dress as you exited so it wouldn’t get caught in the door and hoisted you up to sit on the car. Standing between your legs, he ran a hand through your hair, loosening a few of the flowers that remained from the delicate updo your mother and sister had woven this morning. Plucking one flower free, he handed it to you as he asked, “Will you tell me about your travels?”

You twirled the blossom in your fingers as you thought for a moment. Turning serious, you looked at your lap before answering, “Finn, if you’re wondering about my running off…”

Finn jumped in before you could finish, trying to convey that he would love you regardless of your past. “You don’t have to explain, love. I don’t care what you’ve done,” he said. 

You shook your head gently and gave him a small smile at his misunderstanding. “No,” you said clutching onto his wrist to make him listen. "What the men at camp said isn’t true. I’ve never slept with anyone. In fact, I ran away to be alone because I was scared about getting married,” you admitted.

Finn returned your smile. He would have accepted anything you had to tell him, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved. He cupped your cheek in his hand as he assured you, “We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, love. I’m your husband and that means I’m here to protect you.” 

You inhaled deeply, finally feeling heard and valued. Your nerves about being with Finn were melting away and to show him how much you adored him already, you leaned forward for a kiss. He cradled you to him, one hand curled around your hip to keep you from falling and the other resting at the nape of your neck. As his tongue massaged yours, his thumb stroked the delicate skin beneath your ear. You laced your arms around his neck, feeling his quickening pulse thrumming in his veins before he pulled away. 

As much as he wanted you, he would respect your boundaries until you were completely comfortable. Knowing you needed more time to get to know one another, Finn spent the rest of the evening peppering you with questions about your family and your life on the road. You told him about everyone and everything, including your love of flowers, books and dogs.

In return he told you about his business and his brothers. His eyes sparkled most when he talked about his Aunt Polly though. He claimed she was gypsy royalty. He promised you would get to meet her when you moved into your new home in Small Heath and you felt excited at the prospect. 

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You’d settled into your house on Watery Lane quickly, making it a real home in no time with your hand stitched blankets and the smell of your delicious bread and stews wafting through the kitchen. Finn doted on you constantly. He even surprised you with a puppy as soon as you arrived.

Early on he had admitted that he couldn’t read and you had spent your evenings by the fire ever since with a book in your hand and Finn’s head in your lap as you worked your way through some of your favorite novels. When you would begin to doze, Finn would carry you to bed, despite your playful protestations that you didn’t need help up the stairs. 

Finn had told you you didn’t have to work, but you still accompanied him to the betting shop to help take bets. You enjoyed gossiping with Polly and Ada in any case. They had already told you many hilarious stories about Finn’s unusual upbringing. You realized his caring nature had come from these remarkable women and you took their advice to heart as much as Finn did. 

One day when you mentioned how much you and Finn wanted a child, Polly took you to the kitchen and slipped a bundle of herbs into your pocket. She told you how to prepare a special tea that would increase your chances of pregnancy. You didn’t actually think it would work at first, but you still made the tea, having faith in Aunt Polly.

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The next day, you had just made yourself a cup of tea when you heard Finn’s footsteps on the stairs. You rushed to hide the small package in your apron pocket. 

Finn entered the kitchen just then wanting breakfast. He leaned in to give you a good morning kiss, but when you pulled back from him, he was suspicious. “Can’t give us a kiss, love?” He began to joke, pulling you by the waist. Your body crashed into his suddenly and he felt the lump in your pocket. A puzzled expression came over his face and he looked down at you. “Are you hiding a present for me? Let’s see, what could this be?” 

You hid your face quickly as Finn’s large hand dove into your apron pocket. You were slightly embarrassed to admit what the herbs were.

He retrieved the small bundle and brought it to his nose to sniff. “Hmmm…right,” he pronounced, wheels turning in his head. Finn had seen other women come to Polly for such things. A smile spread across his face as he looked down at you. “Are you pregnant?” he asked hopefully. 

You shook your head sadly. “No, love. I do want to be though. We’ve been trying with no luck so I asked Polly what to do and she gave me these,” you explained. You gestured toward your tea cup. “I was just about to drink it.” 

Finn caressed your cheek with his thumb and said, “Well, I’ve got a better idea and one that’s got to be more effective. Come on,” he said hoisting you over his shoulder. You laughed as he jogged through the house to your bedroom with you in the same precarious position. Setting you down gently by the bed he said, “You’ve made me so happy, y/n. I love you.”

“I love you, Finn,” you replied as you both collapsed onto your bed, forgetting all your cares as you gave into your passion for each other. It had only begun as a spark, but your love was burning brightly now.

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Finn Shelby & Clara Shelby

✵ The Horsewoman: 1913. Clara and Finn are ready to start school, but Clara is a bit hesitant. Thankfully, her older brother Tommy knows how to negotiate.

✵ The Devil’s Footsteps: 1913. Tommy’s taken on quite a bit of responsibility in caring for his younger siblings. He never expected that responsibility would require him explaining the inappropriateness of tossing erasers at people. 

✵ For Old and Young Alike: Set in 1913 and 1922. All Clara Shelby wants for Christmas is a little quality time with her favorite people. 

✵ The Road that Leads to Trouble: 1914. The Shelby dinner table is rarely a thing one would call quiet or calm, and it’s no different on the night the family learns their youngest has been kissing boys out on the lane.

✵ Easier to Bear: 1916. It was an accident, Clara and Finn didn’t mean to knock over Aunt Polly’s picture. They didn’t mean to shatter the picture frame on the hardwood, but accidents happen. And they happen at inopportune times. Left to sort her feelings on her own, Clara decides she’s disappointed her aunt too much and it’s almost too much for the little girl to bear.

✵ Things They Left Behind: 1918. John, Arthur, and Tommy have just returned from France to rediscover the things they’ve left behind: Ada, a set of twins, the business, and a few treasures their youngest sister has been keeping safe for them. *COMPLETED*

✵ The Shelby Inheritance: 1918. When Clara and Finn are being teased at school, Tommy helps them get things sorted.

✵ Little Lady Blinder Series: 1919. Clara Shelby is a kind girl, a smart girl, a well-behaved little sister in a town full of gangsters and ruffians. With the girl’s raising thus far being such a simple task, the Shelby family is left unprepared for all that accompanies a perfectly respectable little girl growing up and becoming a lady among Peaky Blinders.

✵ Warmth: 1920. It takes a special sort of person to fall asleep during a birthday party at the pub. Turns out it takes a special kind of person to wake them too.

✵ Seeing Stars: 1921. When Finn, Isiah, and Clara get themselves in to trouble with Polly, they’re left in the church to wait on their comeuppance.

✵ True Stories: 1921. Clara and Finn have a chat about ghost stories while taking a ride on Uncle Charlie’s narrowboat.

✵ The Council: 1923. The boy’s reaction to fifteen-year-old Clara Shelby being friends with the Watery Lane boys.

✵ Close-knit: 1923. It’s Christmas 1923, otherwise known as the year of Clara’s Christmas sweaters.

✵ Cross My Heart: 1924. When Tommy gives Finn a risky job, Clara tries to put a stop to it.

✵ The Scraps: 1924. Finn and Clara Shelby have spent their lives fighting over the small scraps of power left to them by the other Shelbys and when Finn gets himself hurt in the name of Blinder business, Clara, as always, has something to say about it. First, a bit of protest, then the reminder that they are really on the same side.

✵ Name Your Price: 1925. Clara negotiates with John in order to go to the fair with Isiah and Finn.

✵ My Person: 1925. Clara and Isiah haven’t talked in weeks but after a drunken night filled with a break up and scrapping in Small Heath, Isiah insists on going out to Arrow House to see her. 

✵ LITTLE LADY BLINDER MASTERLIST ✵

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Idk what this could be used for but characters trying to play poker and someone doesn’t understand it so they stop and try to teach said character the rules and they pretend to understand because it makes everyone else happy to play.

absolutely luv <3

Poker Face

paring -> thomas shelby x reader

warnings -> nothing much, just some shelby fluff

word count -> 250

The private room at the Garrison was currently occupied by the Shelby’s doing an array of different activities. Ada and Esme were talking politics, Finn was darning the edge of his cap, Polly was drinking and smoking while presiding over everything. The three brothers had started to play poker and Tommy had asked his wife if she had ever played poker, she had said yes so they had dealt her in.

“Alright love, you’re gonna-“ He could see that her eyes were slightly glazed over. His cornflower eyes met hers and she shook her head.

“Sorry darling, no one’s really really taught me how to play and I’m rather tired.” She leaned into his form that was behind her, letting her head loll against his chest. His expression softened and wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t braced against the table, around her cards, playing the hand for her. A small kiss was planted on his jaw and the mood was normal again.

Slowly, as he kept showing her how to play, she was learning. The whole family were throwing out tips on how to play to get the best possible outcome, how to keep a poker face, when to fake a poker face, what to play at what time. Tommy’s smile was broad and genuine. Everyone being accepting of his darling’s inexperience. He started to kiss her hair as they played. She let out a small hum of happiness, no, not happiness, complete serenity. She was happy. Completely and utterly.

(pls do tell me if i made any grammar mistakes, thanks yall)

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