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scxrecrowz · 6 months
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this is un fucking believable.
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shelbystales · 7 months
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Stay - One Shot
Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
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Word count: 4532
Requested by: @morrigan-crowmwell
Summary: Tommy realizes that despite him trying to avoid it, he loves and needs you.
Warning: angst, fluff and rough smut with dirty talk?
A/N: This was inspired by a brazilian song called "evidências", as requesteted. I hope you like it😘 .
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
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He entered forcefully, pushing the door of your room open like a hurricane.
"Stop it," he ordered, pointing his finger at you.
You glanced at him, but your hands kept busy, packing your bags, shoving clothes into a bag that was clearly struggling to fit even half your dresses.
"I told you to stop," he said, approaching you and closing shut the door of your small wardrobe.
"Make me," you said irritably, trying to force the door open, but his hand on top of it prevented the process.
You rolled your eyes and carried on, your determined hands struggling with the stubborn zipper. You tried to wrestle the wardrobe open once again, a frown deepening on your face, but just as before, his hand on it prevented your success.
You sighed loudly, grabbing your bag from the bed and headed toward the door, ready to leave the scene.
He grabs your wrist firmly, preventing you from reaching the door, stopping you from leaving.
"Let me go!" you shout and struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go of your wrist. His gaze seemed disturbed like he was out of himself. "Are you drunk?" you ask, pulling your hand, hating the fact that he's stronger than you.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, and you clearly notice the knot in his throat.
"Tommy, you're hurting me," you say as the strength of his grip on your wrist becomes stronger.
"You can't do this. You can’t leave me" he says.
"Why do you care?" you ask angrily, pulling your wrist as you feel he loosened his grip on it and took a step back.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of frustration and desperation. He runs his fingers through his hair, a sign of his internal struggle.
“Tommy, what the fuck? You can't just barge in like this and do this” you said angrily
he swallowed harshly and looked around the room, the same room he had been with you many many nights before. The same room where he sleep nestled against your neck, smelling your scent to prevent his fucking nightmares. The same room he told you he couldn’t be with you, that he didn't want to be with you. The same room he broke your fucking heart. 
“It’s not fair,” you added, letting go of your bag to fall loudly to the floor. 
“Fair?” he chuckled “life isn’t fair” he said frustrated. 
His response only fueled your anger.
It felt like he was dismissing your feelings, brushing them aside with his cynicism. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with a mixture of irritation and hurt.
"Life isn't fair? Is that all you have?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
Tommy clenched his jaw, his fists curling at his sides. His eyes held a storm of conflicting emotions – regret, anger, and an undeniable pain that seemed to cut through his tough exterior.
"It's not like that, ey" he said, his voice strained. "I never wanted any of this to happen."
"Oh, so it's not your fault then?" you retorted, your tone dripping with bitterness “you stood right there” you pointed at one side of the room “and you told me you couldn’t fucking love me anymore! Like, what the fuck! Poor misunderstood Tommy Shelby… you wanted me to beg? to do what?! To run after you like a fucking dog. To beg for your love. Was that it? Tell me, what did you want?”, you couldn't restrain the anger in your voice
He winced, as if your words were a physical blow. You could see the pain in his eyes, a flicker of regret that he was desperately trying to hide. But it was too late for that – the dam had broken, and the flood of pent-up emotions was pouring out
“That’s because I love you” he said, making you laugh in disbelief 
“Fuck you!” you barked at him
“When I said i didn’t want you anymore, thats because I still fucking do” he spat out.
“What? Are you bloody high?” you shook your head 
He seemed to search inside for the right words. It was clear he was struggling.
“I can't let you leave” he stated
“Its not up to you” you answered coldly
“I will blow every road out of this damn city if I have to, drown every boat. But you are not leaving, eh” he warned, his finger raised, pointing at you as a warning sign
“I hate you so much right now” you whispered, your words seeming to have an effect on him. He breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling of your room
"Look, I know I messed up," he admitted, his voice quieter now.
"You damn right you did," you said, your anger still burning hot.
His frustration crackled in the air like an electric current. Everything was spiraling out of control, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. He watched as you challenged him, your voice a mix of irritation and hurt. It was a pain he was intimately familiar with, one he had tried to distance himself from.
He knew he was the architect of his own misery. The moment he let himself care, truly care for you, he had opened the door to chaos. His heart, so carefully guarded, now laid exposed and vulnerable.
He took a step closer to you, his gaze intense, burning with a mixture of what you assumed to be anger and fear.
His heart raced in his chest, each beat a reminder of what he stood to lose. He wanted to grab you, to shake some sense into you, to break down the walls he had built between you.
But his hand remained at his side, clenched into a fist. He could feel the heat of his anger pulsating through him, but it was masked by an even greater terror - the terror of losing you.
"You think I wanted this?" he finally spat out, his voice raw. "You think I wanted to hurt you?"
You didn't answer, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of defiance and something deeper.
He ran a hand through his hair, the usually impeccable locks now disheveled, mirroring the chaos inside him. Every step he took seemed to carry the weight of his uncertainty, his fear of losing something he hadn't realized he'd grown so dependent on.
"This is bloody ridiculous. I can't do this, alright? I can't bloody bear the thought of you walking away," he muttered to himself, his voice taut with frustration.
His gaze flickered to the door, as if half-expecting you to disappear beyond it any second. The very idea seemed to send a jolt of panic through him.
"You drive me mad!" he said, his voice rising in agitation.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing uneven as his gaze darted around the room, searching for some form of escape from the vulnerability clawing at him.
"I've denied it, tried to pretend I didn't need you, that I could bloody well do without you," he admitted, "but I need you," he practically spat out, the words almost foreign on his tongue. "More than I care to fucking admit. You're under me skin, in me bloody bones, and I'm terrified of what that means. I’ve tried but I can't fool me heart, I can't keep lying to meself” 
His voice cracked, the dam of his emotions threatening to break completely.
The room felt stifling, a cage that held him captive with his own fears. Tears welled up in your eyes, the battle between your anger and your love for him raging within you. You took a shaky breath, your own vulnerability exposed.
"You can't leave," he said, his voice low but laced with a desperation that belied his usual composure. "I won't let you. I can't." His admission hung in the air, raw and unfiltered.
Tommy's agitation reached a fever pitch, his body tense, his eyes wide with a mix of anger, fear, and something deeper that he struggled to name.
He couldn't let you go – not now, not ever. The very idea of you slipping through his fingers was enough to shatter his carefully constructed world.
You stared back at him, the weight of his words sinking in.
A mixture of anger and hurt still lingered within you, the wounds of his past actions still fresh. But now, in this charged moment, you could see that he was baring his soul to you.
You didn’t know what to do, what to say. part of you wanted to shout at him, to slap him to push him to the floor and kick his guts… but at the same time, part of you wanted to run to his arms, to kiss him, hold him strongly… truthfully, Your heart ached as you watched him struggle
You stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His eyes followed your movement, a mix of anticipation and apprehension in his gaze.
Your hand reached out, your fingers gently uncurling his clenched fist, the gesture a silent reassurance.
"I can't lose you," he choked out, his voice a mere whisper, his eyes searching yours for some form of understanding.
"I don't want to leave," you admitted softly, your voice breaking “but… you can't just come in here and say all of that after causing me so much pain. The past won't just disappear, Tommy. You can't just expect me to forget everything and come running back."
He shook his head, his hand shifting to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "I'm not asking you to forget," he said, his voice gentle but urgent. "I'm asking for a chance. A chance to make things right, eh? to show you how much you mean to me. I know I fucked up. But I need you, I need your lips on mine." His thumb gently brushed over your bottom lip. "I’ll give you my life, you can do whatever you want with it. I just want to hear you say yes, that you'll give me a chance to fix it. To fix us."
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, torn between the memories of pain and the yearning for something more.
His thumb brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"Tommy… I…," you whispered, losing your words. 
His gaze bore into yours, his thumb now tracing a path from your cheek to your lips, a feather-light touch that ignited a spark within you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sincerity and vulnerability, a stark contrast to the tough exterior he often presented to the world.
"Say you'll give us a chance," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a fragile plea.
His hands still cupped your face, his touch warm against your skin. His eyes danced between your lips and your eyes, a silent request for permission.
Your heart hammered in your chest, the battle between your head and your heart reaching its peak.
His touch, his words, they were like a balm to your wounded soul. And in that moment, you found yourself leaning in, your lips just a breath away from his.
"Tommy," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I want to believe you."
His eyes held yours, a mixture of relief and longing in his gaze. Slowly, almost hesitantly, his lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss.
The kiss was short and when his eyes locked on yours again. his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb tracing light patterns on your skin as if he didn't want to let go.
You took a deep breath, embracing your own vulnerability. "Tommy, I…I can't go through the same pain again. I won’t forgive you again"
“You won’t need to” he reaffirmed, his voice unwavering. His thumb kept brushing your cheek.
You nodded slowly, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope you gave him a small smile, trying to give him some comfort. As response, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace, His heartbeat thudded against you. 
It was like a weight lifted off both your shoulders, replaced by a warm sense of security. You leaned into him, resting your head on his chest.
His fingers played with your hair, his touch gentle and soothing.
There, in his arms, you allowed yourself to believe in the possibility of healing.
He pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head and breathed deeply your scent, a scent that soothed him as a reminder of home.
“I love you” he whispered in your ears
“Fuck… I love you too” you said holding stronger onto him.
He pulled even estronger, his arms pressed strongly against you as if he was afraid you would slip away
As his arms held you close, his aftershave and Cologne mixture scent mingled with the warmth of his skin, enveloping your senses in a heady combination. Your fingers traced the contours of his chest, feeling the texture of his skin under your touch.
His fingers, which had been tracing patterns on your back, now ventured lower, roaming over your ass, his touch light and teasing.
His lips brushed against your forehead, a soft and lingering kiss that held a promise of more.
Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed along your spine, sending a trail of tingling sensations.
You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of apprehension.
"Tommy," you murmured, your voice barely audible, but laden with unspoken desire.
He swallowed audibly, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored your own. His fingers moved from your back to gently lift your chin, tilting your face up towards his and then his lips were on yours, a kiss that ignited a fire within you.
His lips moved against yours with a fervent passion, his hands sliding down to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.
Your fingers found their way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as you responded to his kiss with equal fervor.
His lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then down to the curve of your neck, placing soft kisses along the way. Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin, sending a jolt of sensation straight to your core. Every touch, every brush of his lips, was a delicious torment that fueled the growing heat between you.
"Fuck, I've missed you," he breathed against your skin, his voice husky with desire.
The confession sent a shiver down your spine, the intensity of his words adding fuel to the fire burning within you. Your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with a sense of urgency. His hands mirrored your actions, working together, desperately to rid each other of the barriers that separated your bodies.
As the last button came undone, his shirt, suit and gunholster slipped from his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.
Your fingertips traced the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each ragged breath.
Your dress was eventually discarded to the floor along with his clothes. You felt so desperate for him, both almost ripping each other's clothes off like animals.
Leaning against the wall across him there was a full-body-length mirror giving him a perfect vision of your ass, and back as he moved his kisses around your neck and shoulders.
He put a hand on your ass and caressed it softly before drawing his hand back and spanking it hard. The slap was sharp and loud in the small bedroom and it mixed with your moan. You dug your nails on his back.
“You're so fucking hot,” he said, noticing the skin of your ass becoming pinkish forming his handprint, moving to the other cheek, he squeezed it once, before slapping it just as hard.
He didn’t lose time, his lips met yours, sliding desperately.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to express all the longing you had held back. The taste of him, the pressure of his lips moving against yours, were like fuel.
With a swift and confident movement, he scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his lower back as he carried you effortlessly towards the bed, where he gently placed you against the sheets. His lips never leaving yours.
He pinning you to the bed, kissing you with even more passion as he pressed his aching dick into your body through fhe fabric of his pants and briefs.
With your arms pinned against the bed, he started kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your breasts, and began to circle one of your nipples with his tongue.
“oh, Tommy. Fuck” you moaned as he closed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking it firmly.
He kissed your collar bone and moved to your earlobe, biting it playfully. 
“Tell me how bad do you want it” he whispered, his voice hoarse
“I want it so fucking bad. Fuck, i need it” you moaned
Tommy slid his pants off as if his life depended on it, his briefs slipping off along with it.
He flipped your body so that your stomach was pressing against the mattress. A movement that he did so effortlessly. Giving him the perfect view of your ass, which, according to him, was the most beautiful part of your body. 
He took his hand and gave your ass another firm slap, before firmly grabbing both yout asscheeks and spreading them apart. 
“So fucking beautifull” he praised. 
he leaned over you, his face now close to yours, where he left a few kisses on your cheek. his mouth right next to your ear again, just because he knew that turned you on. 
“I going to fuck you real good, ey” he said, his hands sliding between your legs, a finger sliding inside of you.
“Please” you moaned, spreading your legs a bit more apart
He stood back up, so that he could rub his dick against your asscheeks a few times before positioning it against your wet folds, leaning slightly, applying more and more pressure as he adjusted his posture before completely sliding inside of you. 
“Fuck, yes” you moaned as you felt him  inside of you. 
He reached one of his hands to hold at your shoulders, while the other reached one of your arms, pulling it to your back, holding you firmly as he started pounding nice and hard against you.
With every stroke you felt him deeper, moans left your lips involuntarily. His name eventually mixed with the sensual sounds leaving your lips, making Tommy wish you’d never stop. Every moan serving as a fuel for his hard thrusts to get harder and deeper
“Fuck, fuck… Tommy. Oh fuck” you moaned and felt the same strong slap on your left asscheek, then on your right “yes! just like that” you told him
Everytime your perfectly red ass pressed against his hip bones his mind took mental pictures, he would be daydreaming about you like this for the next few days. This, you… was exactly what he needed. The only one he needed. 
“You like it, hm?” he asked breathlessly as he slapped your ass one more time
“Yes, yes I do” you told him, biting your lower lip. 
“Fuck you feel so good” he let his head fall back, momentarily taking his eyes off you. “Tell me, y/n. Tell me you love it”
“I love it Tommy. God, I love your fucking cock so so much. Fuck just like that” your words spit out so quickly, desperate for him not to stop.
He held at your hips pulling them against him everytime he thrusted, making the movement rougher by the minute. 
You were feeling so overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you that the orgasm that washed over you was inevitable. It wasn't common but vaginal orgasms happened once in a while with you, making you impressed everytime it did. 
“Fuck! I coming, i’m coming” you told him, as the orgasm washed over you, your face buried on the duvets
Without letting you recover from it, he pulled out and rolled you over to your back, your tits now reaching up, hard for him. He leaned over to kiss one of them as he pinched the other one hard.
“Fuck!” you cried at the feeling 
He then laid beside you, pulling your hips to him as he did “Get up here and sit on me”, he said and you slowly stumbled upwards to mount him. 
Your head spinning slightly, out of breath as you were still feeling the effects of pleasure course through your veins. As you got on top of him you held his cock, stroking it a few times before directing it to your entrance and slowly lowering your hip, sliding his cock back inside of you, where it belonged. 
“Fuck yes, ride that cock, real nice” he said as your hips moved back and forward. Tommys eyes were a combination of lust and admiration as he looked up to your bouncing tits and moaning lips. 
Both your moans filled the room and you could feel his body shake slight from the pleasure building up at every hip movement. He reached to hold both your nipples, pinching and twisting them, making the pleasure harder to handle as your legs started to feel weaker. 
Tommy leaned upwards pushing your hips against him, dictating the intensity of the moves as he was now working with you, his hips moving up, as yours pressed down on his. 
“Fuck, i’m getting close” He muttered 
“Me too, oh god. me too” you told him and took your fingers to start caressing your clit as you continued the movements, feeling the knot in your stomach starting to grow stronger. 
“Yeah, Just like that, ride that, fucking, cock” he said pausing between words everytime his hips pressed up. 
His grip tighter on your hips, his eyes fucking you as the most lustfull moan escaped his lips, his primal instincs taking over as he moved up, throwing your back against the bed as he started to fuck you faster and harder than ever before. His grunts, getting deeper and louder. 
“Fuck! Don’t stop, don't stop! Fuuuck” You cried surprised at the new feeling. Your nails digging at whatever piece of flesh of his you could grab hold, scratching his skin. 
You were already so close and his attack just made everything more intense, the knot that was forming before, was already strong and ready to explode. But for some reason it didn't, it just kept growing and growing.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good” he told you out of breath, his atack on your nipples returning as one of his hands pinchend and twisted them. 
All you could do at this point was moan the words fuck repeatedly, your body starting to shiver. Your moans were turning him on so hard you knew he wouldn't last longer.
“Fuck, so close, so close. Don’t stop” you warned him,seconds before your body freezing as the best orgasm washed over you, your head spinning, a burning feeling washed over around your entire body as your skin felt hotter.
The sexiest moans leaving your lips followed by Tommys name, and that combined with your shivering state, was enough to push him over the edge. He couldn't hold anymore, a primal grunt escaped his lips and his moves got uncoordinated as he emptied himself inside of you, coming so hard he thought he would pass out, his vision getting blurred. After a few more strokes, he allowed himself to collapse on the bed beside you. 
"Holy shit," he whispered, his voice still tinged with disbelief and desire as he caught his breath.
The room was silent now, just the sound of your labored breathing filling it as you both recovered. Your labored breaths began to synchronize, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo the connection between you. 
Tommy's fingers brushed against your skin, as he moved to kiss your neck and collarbone. His touch, now gentle and caring.
His hand cupped your face, his fingers caressing your hair as he gazed into your eyes. You smiled at him and he smiled back, a small smile, but a huge one for a man like him.
“That was something” your voice laced with a mixture of amazement and satisfaction.
His chuckle resonated in the room, a sound that felt like a secret shared between the two of you, since not many would ever hear the sound of a Tommy’s Shelby chuckle
“Yes it was… Want a cigarette?” he asked and you nodded, watching him stand up and grab his overcoat, searching for his pack of cigarettes. 
He found his pack and lit one cigarette. The sight of him, half hard as he slid the cigarette over his lips before lighting it felt like the sexiest thing you’ve seen. The flicker of the cigarette illuminated his features in the dim light, casting shadows that danced across his face.
Slowly, he began to approach you, his eyes fixed on yours. He held your chin gently, making you sit, his fingers warm against your skin, as he took a drag from the cigarette. The smoke curled between his lips before he leaned in, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. The act was surprisingly intimate, making your core tinkle. 
He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat beside you. The air seemed charged with electricity as he exhaled, the smoke curling around you both like a fragile veil. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned closer, his lips a whisper away from yours.
"You're something else, you know that?" he murmured, his voice husky with a mixture of arousal and admiration as he held your face and kissed you, feeling the taste of the smoke on his lips.
"You're not so bad yourself," you replied, your voice a low murmur .
His lips curved into a half-smile, the playfulness in his eyes contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. The cigarette rested between his fingers, forgotten for the moment as his focus remained solely on you.
the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming, he was fucking you with his eyes. your lips finally met in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own, a craving for each other almost as if you hadn’t spent the last minutes fucking eachother senseless. 
As the kiss deepened, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. 
When your lips finally parted, breathless and flushed, his words reached your ears like a plea. "Don't you ever think of leaving again."
You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the depth of his fear and desire. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, the intensity of the moment a testament to the connection you shared.
"I won't," you whispered, your voice laced with determination. "But you have to promise me something too." His brow furrowed slightly, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he waited for your words. "Promise me that you won’t shut me out again," you said, your voice soft but firm. "No more pushing me away, Tommy. If we're going to do this, to really make it work, you have to be all in."
He studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face as if trying to decipher every emotion you were feeling. And then, with a nod, he gave you a small, genuine smile.
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𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑥 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑛’𝑠
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦;𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑦 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐷𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙. 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.
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When she was young all Dorothy wanted to do was to make her farther proud of her. When he came home from war. It was like the little girl had turned in to a complete stranger. She would draw him pictures only to later find them in the bin. She tried everything. She always did well in school but none of it was never enough for him.
So soon enough the young girl stood trying. She didn’t even speak with her so called farther. Dorothy couldn’t remember a time when the two of them had a conversation. She would watch the way John was with his children. How he would swing Katie around and cuddle her. She often imagined that her dad would do that to her.
But that day never came. And now here she was. in an all girls boarding school. She only had a few months of school left. She hated the place. It was filled with nuns. And there was one strange perverted priest. But Dorothy managed to keep out of trouble. Her quietness kept her away from most of the cruel punishments.
She did have to admit. That the place was incredibly lonely. She had no friends. And she didn’t receive any mail on Fridays like the rest of the girls. And Fridays were the days that Dorothy would spend on her own in her bedroom crying. She just wanted someone to write to her. Ask her if she was ok. Ask her how she was doing.
She just longed for one little letter. And then she received one. But it was far from the one she expected. It was an investment to her farther’s wedding. No are you ok? No. How are you? Just a shot in invitation. ‘𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’ that was in four days. And all Dorothy wanted to do was to shove the invitation down her farther’s throat.
But the young woman chose to be civilised and decided to attend. She had taken the train to Birmingham and she would probably call a taxi from the train stations public phone. She had worn one of her best dresses. And she had gotten her hair cut. Her hair was nearly down her back when she was fourteen and now she had it cut to her shoulders with pretty curls.
She had changed a lot in four years. She looked nothing like she did when she had first left for London. And her voice was very much different. Her words always sounded very smart. And she had a strong posh London accent. She no longer sounded as rough as she once did and Dorothy quite liked the change.
She wanted to leave every thing that reminded her of her last life. She watched out of the window as the taxi pulled up to the church. It was large. She saw some men standing out side smoking a cigarette. She had arrived ten minutes early. But it seemed as though she was not the only one which put her mind at ease lightly.
As Dorothy exited the car she handed the money over to the man bidding him a fair well. The young woman made her way over to the church noticing some of the men smoking their cigarettes outside staring at her. They were wearing cavalry uniforms which confused her. She remembered how much her family hated the cavalry.
A lot has changed. She gripped her small purse in her hands. As she walked through the doors of the church. The rows were full and Dorothy could see her farther stood at the front with her uncle. Dorothy walked quickly hoping that they did not notice her. And just her luck they did not. She took a seat next to a large man with a beard. He did seem to mind as she sat down.
She noticed Finn in the corner of her eye looking at her. The two of them were once close. Dorothy would often comfort Finn after he had had a nightmare or when he had been told of for being naughty and he was yelled at. The two of them were friends. Well that was what Dorothy thought until she went a month without a single letter from anyone.
Dorothy looked away from the boys eyes. She also noticed the man next to her starring at her. She felt a soft pink colour paint her cheeks. Dorothy had chosen to sit further away down the church as the family of the groom and bride were sat. She wasn't ready for any awkward confrontations yet.
She turned to look at the man she was seated next to. He was much taller than her self. His face had some scars on it. He seemed rather friendly in his body language. But he hadn't spoken to her. And Dorothy understood. She was a stranger and so was he to her. So she didn't bother to engage in to small talk.
The church looked beautiful and elegant. And her family all looked to be wearing expensive clothes which was very different to what they wore when Dorothy lived with them. She felt out of place. Her dress was cheep and she had bought it in a small boutique in town. She shrunk down in her chair. Now Embarrassed of the way she was dressed.
It felt like they were all going forward and they were just leaving her behind. And she was just like some kind of dead weight. A young man came around with the lyrics of the songs that they would sing in church. The man next to her didn’t accept the paper. But Dorothy smiled taking it from the young man’s hands.
Of course with four years of church every day. Dorothy practically new every word of the songs. But the young boy looked scared from talking to the man next to her. So she thought she should be kind. And it seemed to work. The young boy looked more relieved as he returned the kind smile to Dorothy. And carried on handing the slips of paper to the rest of the people.
As the church choir sang in the bleak midwinter. Everyone sat in silence. And soon Jeremiah Jesus came forward graces side looked disgusted with the fact that their was a man of colour who would marry grace and Tomas. But Jeremiah didn’t let that bother him as he walked forward taking his place at the stand.
And then the music began to play. Dorothy and the rest were all waiting for grace to come down the isle. She looked around at the rest of the family. None of them had noticed her here. And she couldn’t lie she felt really disappointed. She thought that at least one of them would have noticed her being at the bloody wedding.
And then grace came out from behind the door with her farther holding her hand as he was dressed in a cavalry uniform. A dark purple vail was placed over her face so nobody could see her face. All of the women on graces side of the family all fussed over about how lovely she looked. But the Shelby women didn’t look very happy. Dorothy wasn’t really bothered.
Tommy removed the vail off of his future wife’s face. They both smiled at one another. Before they both turned towards Jeremiah Jesus. Waiting for him to marry the couple. Dorothy heard the man at the side of her let out a unhappy grunt. Dorothy turned to look at him. He was also looking at her. Making the young woman blush as she turned back around.
“Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here today to join together in holy matrimony. Tomas Michael Shelby and Grace Helen Burgess. Do you Tomas Michael Shelby, Take Grace Helen Burgess to be your lawfully wedded wife ?” Jeremiah asked her father. And he turned to look at grace. “I do” he said proudly.
“Do You Grace Helen Burges. Solemnly swear to love, honour, and obey till death do you part. ?” Jeremiah now turned to grace and asked her. And she once again smiled and turned to her soon to be husband. “I do” she smiled saying it with the same pride as tommy did. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” And the newly wedded couple brought one an other in for a kiss. Making everyone clap and cheer.
Everyone then made their way out of the church and outside. Dorothy was stood on her own. It was like nobody cared about her. She felt like a fool. As she stood with her purse in her hand. She just wished that she could go home. She watched as the two family’s gathered around for a photo. And heat Dorothy was not in it.
She watched as they all smiled together. Tommy and grace then climbed in to their carriage to drive to their home. She turned to see the man she was sat next to in the church standing besides her. “Who are you then.” His voice was rough and his frame was much larger than hers. But Dorothy sent him a soft sad smile.
“Dorothy but it’s not like anyone remembers” she said sadly looking at the man as she played with the purse in her hands. The man studied her. And he looked at her confused. He clearly didn’t understand her answer but he didn’t bother to question her which she was great full for.
“Ay been there. You need a lift.” He asked when he noticed she hadn’t come with anyone and women were not allowed to drive so she wouldn’t be able to get to Arrow house. Dorothy gave the man a genuine smile. No longer sad.
“If you really don’t mind.” Dorothy said. Her voice was soft. She was sweet. And there weren’t many people like that anymore and Alfie could tell that there was something wrong. And he didn’t want to engage In awkward small talk with his driver. When Alfie just wanted to blow his fucking brains out.
“Ay. Not at all” alfie said walking towards his car with Dorothy following behind him. Finn watched from the steps of the church. He knew he had to tell Tommy. He didn’t trust Alfie and he really didn’t trust Alfie around Dorothy. She didn’t know about the business that Tommy and Alfie had. So she was vulnerable.
Alfie opens the door for Dorothy and gave her his hand helping her inside the car. She sat down on the right side of the car. Tucking her purse in at her side. The driver gave Alfie a questioning look. But Alfie just nodded at him to drive.
“Who are you then. I’ve given you my name.” Dorothy smiled. At Alfie who nodded his head at her words. He was nervous that she would know who he was. And be scared of him. His name was well known. And many people already feared him.
“Alfie, Alfie Solomons” he told her leaning back in his seat in the car. His name sounded familiar. But Dorothy couldn’t exactly put her finger on it so she just left it. And shrugged it off and smiled at him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you mr Solomons, so what are you doing at my dads wedding?.” Dorothy asked. Not noticing the shocked look on Alfie’s face as the words came out of her mouth. But he tried to keep his cool.
“Me and tommy. We’re business partners. Didn’t know he had a a girl. Thought it was just the little one.” He said as he stared at Dorothy who’s expression suddenly changed. She looked sad. Really sad.
“Yeah, I was sent away. For school in London. I don’t even think he remembers me. I don’t think anyone does.” She said sadly looking down at her hands with a sigh. Now Alfie felt bad. And that was a rare thing. Alfie never felt sorry for people. Not even for himself.
“Maybe that’s a good thing ay. You don’t want to be with them. Bunch a bastards if ya ask me.” Alfie said his voice rough as he placed his top hat on his head. Dorothy giggled at his comment finding him funny as he cheered her up. Maybe this whole wedding wouldn’t be so bad.
“I suppose your right.” She laughed. Alfie watched as she did. The way the dimples on her cheeks became more visible and he got to see her beautiful hazel doe eyes. As the car pulled up to arrow house. Cars were all over the place and Alfie ordered his driver to pull up right at the door. And then to park the car once him and Dorothy were gone.
“Wait there” he told her with his thick London accent as he got out of the car. Dorothy did as he had said and remained in her seat. She was not sure as to why. But she did not bother to question him. Then her door opened and their Alfie stood with his hand out for Dorothy to hold so it was easy for her to exit the car.
The young woman smiled at him taking his hand in to hers. As she jumped down from the car. She thanked him as she strained her dress down. And Alfie’s hand left hers. So she used both of her hands to hold on to her bag. Her and Alfie walked in to the large home.
It was beautiful. This was far from what Dorothy remembered living in. She remembered a small home. With stained walls. And dirty floors. And this. This was amazing. She felt so left out. While she was still learning how to cook and clean. Everyone else was living life to the fullest.
But underneath her and Alfie. There was a meeting. And her name might just come up. Tommy took of his jacket with a cigarette hanging from his lips. As John and Arthur finally appeared on the stairs. Finn was eating whatever he could get his hands in and all of the other peaky boys made their way in to the room.
“Right boys, you’re all here. Today is my fucking wedding day.” Tommy was about to carry on with his speech before John interrupted him. “Yeah and you said. There’d be no bloody uniforms” John told his older brother angrily.
“Nevertheless… nevertheless, John…despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it in my carpet. Now for graces sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids. You do anything…” Tommy said in an angry rage once again before he was once again rudely interrupted.
“Tom?” Isaiah said and tommy turned to look at him his face still angry. “What about snow?” He asked curiously. “Yeah their women are sports I’ll say that…” John laughed bringing Isaiah in to a head lock. Scratching his scalp making the younger boy laugh.
“No. No. No. no cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing. No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And, you Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh? “ tommy told everyone of the men individually.
“I’m just trying to sell you to them. Tom.” Charlie told his nephew. Finn was wondering when he should tell Tommy about Dorothy and the fact that Alfie was trying to get close to her. He knew that Tommy wouldn’t be happy. But then again Tommy hadn’t seen the girl in four years and no one other than Finn recognised her anyway.
“But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, desire the provocation from the cavalry. No fighting, Oi! No fighting. No fucking fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting.!” Tommy shouted at the men as he went and stood next to Arthur until a male maid bumped in to him. Tommy pushed the man to the floor. “Get the fuck off me!” And then Arthur through a glass at him.
“Tom. Dolly’s here. But she’s all different her hair it’s short and she’s well she’s wearing a dress.” Finn said out loud. All of the men turned ti look at him. Clearly shocked that Dorothy was here. Tommy looked the most shocked. He didn’t think she would really come. Especially after he had been a massive dick. He hadn’t written her a single letter. No one had. She spent four years off her life by herself. And now tommy was having to come to terms with all of his guilt.
Tommy didn’t say anything as he left the kitchen and back out to the party in the home. He searched around for a young woman matched the description of what Finn had told him dolly now looked like. But what he saw was not what he wanted.
His daughter sat with Alfie fucking Solomons
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The 10 Best Mobile Bars in the UK for Hire, Prices, Bar Ideas https://www.poptop.uk.com/suppliers/catering/mobilebar/ Peaky Blinders-themed mobile bars for private parties, weddings and corporate events
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KEEPER OF MY HEART - TOMMY SHELBY
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KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER ONE
I take a deep breath, clutching the job advertisement in my hands.
INNKEEPER NEEDED.
ENQUIRE WITH SHELBY LIMITED. 
I’m new to Small Heath, Birmingham. I’ve only been here a week and I’m desperate for a job. Although I have years of experience keeping my families Pub, I know not many establishments wants a woman as the face of their business. 
I roll my shoulders back, straightening my posture to stand as tall as I possibly can at a mere 5 ft 3. Trying to assert myself in a display of confidence. God knows I’m going to need it.
I force myself forward, pushing the heavy doors open, entering into the Garrison. 
The smell hits me straight away. Cigarette smoke and whiskey. 
It’s weirdly familiar and comforting. 
There is no one at the bar, just a group of men sitting in the middle around a table. Laughing, drinking and smoking.
These must be the Shelby brothers. 
I waits for them to turn to look at me, to address my entrance into the room. To begin the interview. But they don’t.
That is until one of the younger men notices me, and nudges the tall and slim man next to him.
And just like that, all of the men slowly turn their attention towards me. 
I try to ignore their unimpressed gazes. Their eyes looking me up and down judgementally. I give a tight lipped smile, feeling as though a theatre spotlight has just been shone on me. Now is not the time to back down. 
“I’m here for the job interview” 
By the look on their faces, you would have sworn I had spoken in a foreign language. 
Confusion, amusement, prejudice. 
The tall, slim member of the Shelby family speaks first, after what felt like hours of painful silence. 
“I think you’re in the wrong building sweetheart” he says, trying to be nice but unsuccessfully hiding a smirk. 
I knew to expect this. 
I pause before speaking, as I catch the eyes of one of the Shelby’s sitting at the back of the group. He puffs on his cigarette, smoke shrouding his sharp features. Our eyes lock in on one another. How could they not. They’re piercing through the dimly lit building. It takes a lot to make me feel small, but his gaze alone makes me want to shrink. 
I try to offer him a smile, but he doesn’t return it. He just grazes his eyes over me, thinking god knows what. 
I try to shake off the interaction, turning back to the brother at the front.
“No, I’m pretty sure I’m in the right building, Mr Shelby” 
“Well unless you’re… Z Jones…” he says, referring back to the list of applicants on the table beside him, then looking back up to me doubtfully. 
“Yes, thats me” 
“You’re Z Jones?”
“Yes, Zoe Jones”
“Well fuck me” he laughs, entertained and dumbfounded “Z for Zoe Jones” 
I feel a sense of relief. He hasn’t completely kicked me out of the building. And my tactic of not revealing my full name on the application worked. Now I at least have my foot in the door. 
I tempt a quick look at the brother in the back, and he still sits unwavering. Not amused in the slightest like the other men. He hasn’t so much as moved or said a word. He just studies me. 
“And you are aware of the job you have applied for?” The tall brother questions, his amusement morphing into concern.
“Innkeeper, Matron of the bar, Bartender” I list of all the names that this job falls under “I am well aware of the role I will be taking on”
“How old are you sweetheart?” He questions. I knew my age would be in question. But I already have years of experience. 
“Old enough to pour a beer” I retort, smirking. There’s not one question they can throw at me that I haven’t heard before. 
One of the younger brothers smiles, beaming up at me. “I like her Arthur” He tells the eldest brother. So that’s Arthur. The eldest Shelby brother. 
“Shut up John” The older brother nudges his younger brother, who I now know as John. 
But his smile doesn’t fade, in fact, he gives me an encouraging nod. Like he’s rooting for me. 
“Alright I’ll level with you, darling. The kind of crowd we get here is not… they’re not just your usual crowd of singing drunks. We need someone that can handle the money, as well as the fellas that come in here. I don’t doubt that you can pour a beer, but they’re going to take one look at you and chew you up. We need someone that folks will take seriously” 
I just smile back politely. Nodding at his speech. I feel my hopefulness start to falter, but I won’t show them. If I don’t get this job, I will have no where to go with no way to pay my rent. I need this, and they need me. 
“If I could level with you…” I begin, taking a breath before I continue “I’ve worked my fathers pub since I was 14. When he died I took over. Business died off, so I had to sell. I think I’m more than capable. And I say let them underestimate me. With all due respect, sir, letting them underestimate me has been my greatest strength. I can run the money. I can pour beer. I might not be able to fight with my fists, but I’ve never had to. The mind is where half the battle is. I was smart enough to put my name down as Z because I knew if I put my full name down I wouldn’t even get a foot in the door. And I’m not sure what kind of business you’re running here at Shelby Limited, but I know a lot of places deal in secrets. And you’ll be surprised what people will talk about around a woman. What they say when they think you’re not listening because they think you wouldn’t understand. Let them underestimate me. So… if you could just give me one night?” 
The men stare up at me. If they kick me out, at least I stood my ground. They all look around at each other, trying to come up with an answer. 
“Tommy?” Arthur asks, turning to the Shelby who has been sitting stone faced the entire time. 
Thomas Shelby. 
I had done some asking around before I applied for the job. Everyone had a lot to say about the Shelby brothers. But not many could say anything about Thomas. He was the mysterious brother. The silent assassin. Not the oldest, but the leader of the family. What was said about Thomas was much of the same. He’s deadly. He’s a killer. He’s the puppet master of the entire company. 
I straighten my back, trying not to falter or waver underneath his unforgiving gaze. If there’s anyone I need to convince, it’s him. 
He stands, taking a swig of the drink in his glass before he begins to stalk his way towards me. 
His eyes wander all over me, scaling me up and down. Sizing me up. 
The room has fallen silent. Their eyes darting between Thomas and I. 
“Zoe Jones” he repeats my name, inching closer to me. 
“Thomas Shelby” I address him back, unsure of where the courage to do so came from. 
“If anything goes wrong, you’ll pay the price” His voice is husky as he threatens me. This is what I can only assume everyone in town was talking about when I asked about The Shelby Brothers. 
I swallow, trying to find the right words. 
“Good. I like a challenge. But that won’t be necessary” 
I raise my chin, tilting my head upwards to meet his stern gaze. I won’t back down. It’s not even about the job anymore in this moment. I won’t be made to feel small. I know my worth. 
For the entire 10 minutes that I have known Thomas Shelby, he hasn’t shown one ounce of expression on his face, besides slight disapproval at my presence. But for a second, I swear I can see a hint of interest in his eyes when I spoke back. He didn’t expect me to push back when he descended on me with his intense, heaviness. 
“One night” he says finally “Tonight” 
I nod, smiling up at him. 
That’s all I need. 
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cosmic-crybaby · 1 year
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Blue Skies- Tommy Shelby
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Summary: Sparks fly when a self-sufficient, newly single mother meets the cold-hearted bachelor gangster of Birmingham. On their first outing, it was like everything in the world was asking for them to finally meet each other. But when fate intervenes, they soon find themselves suffering the reprocussions of their own decisions.
Rating: Mature, Minors DNI plz
Warnings: Warnings will be advised on each chapter. 
Story Playlist
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 
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creativepawsworld · 1 year
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Silence Master list
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Inspired by the song Silence - by Marshmello feat Khalid. 
In a world where the threat of gangsters is impossibly high. Anastasia Adler finds herself thrusted into their life of criminal activity, killings and racketeering. All for the love of one man who makes her feel at peace in the wake of violence.
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dandelionprints · 1 year
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You’ll Catch A Cold
Pairing: Tommy x Y/N
Summary: Y/N catches a cold and it’s up to Tommy to look after her
Warnings: Fluff, explicit language
Word Count: 3060
A/N: I currently have a cold so I’ve used it as ‘inspiration’ for this one shot, I hope you enjoy!
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A warm glow from outside shone through his office window as the sun was beginning to set. He’d been stuck in his office all day making various phone calls and writing letters to people he’d rather brush off to his secretary, but he couldn’t do that, he was Thomas Shelby OBE. A politician had to keep up appearances and at least pretend they gave a shit about what other people in power had to say. Yes, he’d worked hard to get to where he was today but he couldn’t deny that he’d rather have spent his day with his wife, Y/N, out in the autumn sunshine catching the last of the years warm rays from the sun, for no doubt the mornings would soon be filled with frost and the skies clouded over with sheets of white by early afternoon.
He reached into his pocket to check the time on his pocket watch. Five thirty PM.
He took a cigarette from its holder on the desk, rolling it slightly on his lips before placing it between them and lighting it. He took a pull and allowed himself to slump a little further into his chair, exhaling as he did so. Sure, five thirty was a lot earlier for him to finish work for the day than usual but he decided that he’d allow himself that luxury. He missed Y/N.
He continued to pull on his cigarette, not really enjoying the taste any more but still craving the nicotine he was getting, as he stood from where he was sitting and began walking over to the door, grabbing his coat on the way.
“Mr. Shelby, sir”, came the voice of his head maid, Frances. She’d been on her way towards his office and looked almost surprised to see him already exiting his office so early in the day.
“Yes?”
“Do you know where Mrs. Shelby is? I haven’t seen her since early afternoon. I thought she might have popped out with Ada but I saw Ada leaving on her own not too long ago”
His heart started to pick up pace a bit although he was sure Y/N would be absolutely fine, she’d probably gone for a walk around the grounds of Arrow House as she quite often did, or to the stables where he often found her when she was feeling down. ‘The horses listen, I don’t need to try with them. I can just talk and talk without the fear of judgement’, she’d say.
“No, I haven't seen her, Frances. It’s okay, I’m just on my way outside to find her. She’s probably in the stables grooming her horse”
“Yes Mr. Shelby”, she nodded, “I’ll pop the kettle on and make some tea, I can imagine she’ll need to be warmed up after being out there, the temperatures dropped something rotten”, she turned on her heel and started walking towards the kitchen.
Tommy continued to make his way towards the door leading out onto the grounds forecourt and made sure to grab his peaky cap on the way. He couldn’t deny the truth in Frances’ words as he stepped out onto the gravelled floor, there really was a bite in the air. The sun looked deceiving as it shone through the slowly yellowing leaves on the trees, you’d think you could still go without a coat if you knew no better than to trust the inconsistent British weather. He threw his now burnt out cigarette onto the floor.
The stables weren’t too far from the house and as he made his approach, he could hear his wife softly singing to herself, or to the horses in fact, a sound that he always loved. A smile crept onto his face as she came into view.
“Thought I’d find you here”, he spoke.
She jumped slightly at the sudden sound, bringing up a hand towards her chest.
“God, you fucking frightened me!”
Tommy only let out a chuckle in response and made his way over to his wife, the smile from the sound of her singing still placed on his lips.
“I love hearing you sing to yourself, it’s one of my favourite sounds in the world you know”. He placed a hand on either side of her waist and pulled her in slightly to give her a kiss as her hands gently reached up to grab his coat by the lapels.
“What time is it? It’s still light, I didn’t think you’d be finished with work until much later this evening”
“Five thirty or thereabouts. I thought I’d give myself the evening off to spend with my beautiful wife who I’d usually be happy with not wearing many layers of clothing but who in this instance I’m worried is going to catch a cold from the lack of layers”
She was wearing a light blue summer dress with no tights and a cream coloured cardigan, not nearly enough to keep the late autumn chill off. She’d fallen victim to the deceit of the sun, believing it to be a lot warmer than it looked outside that morning when she’d rolled out of bed alone and stood in front of the window that had the curtains already pulled apart slightly. She knew Tommy must have gotten up and gone over to the same spot that she was now standing in to check that no unwanted visitors were outside, he did the same thing every morning.
She couldn’t deny that she’d begun to lose the feeling in her fingertips and the tip of her nose felt numb from the bitter bite of the breeze that came in through the slats of the stable door, she could just about feel her nose dripping slightly. She quickly gave her nose a swift wipe with the handkerchief that she kept up her cardigan sleeve.
“I figured that it wouldn’t be as cold as it is and I didn’t plan on being out here for too long, I only came outside to wave goodbye to Ada then I thought I’d check on the horses, before I knew it I’d been out here for at least an hour. Y’know, you get quite used to the cold when you’re distracted. The horses are good company”.
“That they might be, love, but I need to know that my wife is looking after herself and isn’t suffering from hypothermia, now c’mon, lets get inside. Frances has made you a fresh pot of tea”, he was already removing his coat and placing it around Y/N’s shoulders.
“Tea sounds delightful Mr. Shelby, will you be joining me?”
“It would be my pleasure, love”.
He playfully smacked her bum as his signal to start moving towards the stable door and back to the house. She giggled and did as she was instructed, wrapping Tommys coat tightly around her frame.
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Once inside the house, Tommy had insisted that Y/N go upstairs to their bedroom and get into something warmer. She’d chosen to go for a pair of his boxer shorts and one of his knitted jumpers that he only wore when it was the two of them, usually during the winter months in the evening when they were relaxing in front of the fire before bed. Sure the items of clothing she’d chosen certainly weren't the warmest but the boxers felt comfortable and the jumper was big on her, perfect to snuggle up in. She lifted it up towards her nose and tried to breathe in his scent, only to find that her nose had now lost its ability to smell and instead was now completely blocked. Shit.
‘Tommy’s not going to shut up about this, guess I’ll have to try and pretend I’m not ill’, she thought to herself.
Putting on the boxers and the jumper, she went to the chest at the end of the bed and took out her favourite blanket, the one that Tommy had bought her for her birthday knowing that she loved nothing more than to be wrapped up in a blanket in front of the fire with a cup of tea when the nights were chilly. She smiled at the memory of opening it on her birthday, the joy and excitement that came with it, as she wrapped it around herself and sat in front of the already lit fire. Frances must have been in to light it just before they got back into the house.
“One cup of tea, Mrs. Shelby”
Tommy walked into the room holding a cup of tea on a saucer in each hand, a biscuit or two placed next to the cups.
“Oh why thank you, my love. You do spoil me”, she reached out and took one of the saucers, giving Tommy a peck on the cheek as she did so.
“That’s my job, to keep you happy”, he bent down further to place a soft kiss on her lips.
Frances had insisted on bringing them the tea herself but Tommy had told her he wanted to spend the evening with his wife alone and that although he was grateful for her help, he wanted to be the one to do the basic everyday things he quite often forgot he used to do before the money was rolling in and maids were there at the drop of a hat to tend to his every need. Even if that was something as simple as bringing a cup of tea to his wife.
He took a seat opposite Y/N in front of the fire and placed his own cup and saucer down onto the table that sat between them.
“How was it with Ada? What did you talk about?”
“Oh you know, the usual. About the kids, about politics, about how you work such long hours…”
“You know I have to, Y/N, there’s business that needs to be done”
“I know, Tom. I’ve heard it all before, business first, personal life second, I should really be used to it now”, she paused, “it’s just, I wish we could have at least one day a week where you put the business second and personal life first, just one”
“So that’s why you were out with the horses? To talk to them about your thoughts?”
She nodded in response and he felt his heart drop, he hated the fact that his wife was feeling the way she was and it was all because of him.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t be putting business first all the time, I know that. It’s just, I’ve worked so fucking hard to get to where I am I’m afraid that if I slow down, even for a second, that I’ll drop the ball and it’ll all be gone”
Y/N stood from her chair and closed the small gap between herself and Tommy, cupping his face with one hand and holding her blanket around her with the other. Tommy wrapped both arms around her.
“That, Mr. Shelby, won’t happen. You’re too headstrong and determined to let that happen. All I ask is for one day a week where you let yourself relax and at least spend a bit of time with me, I feel like I spend most of my days missing you”
Another pang to his chest.
“I miss you too, I really do. I’ll do everything I can to make sure I spend as much time with you as possible and I’ll start doing the one day a week thing too, someone’s got to make sure you bundle up before you go outside”, he chuckled as Y/N tried to hide her smile, giving him a playful nudge to the chest.
“Thank you, it’ll mean the world to me”, she bent back down so that her face was level with Tommy’s, giving him a kiss before standing up straight again.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Is that my jumper?”
Y/N took the two steps back towards her chair and sat down, picking up her tea and taking a sip. She jokingly looked around the room, ignoring his gaze as his eyes bore into her chest, the cream coloured material showing through the gap between either side of the blanket that had come away from each other.
“Hmm, thought it was”, he chuckled and shook his head slightly, he couldn’t give a fuck if it was his or not, he just knew she looked good in it. Then again, he thought she looked good in anything she wore.
His eyes wandered upwards and began to study her face properly, he noticed that her eyes looked a bit glassy and that her nose was slightly red, he could see her fighting the urge to sniff.
“I knew it! I fucking told you! You’ve caught a cold”, he seemed almost smug that he’d been right about the amount of layers she’d been wearing earlier, “looks like you’ll be getting the Doctor Shelby treatment”
“I have not!”, she exclaimed, her eyes widening, so much for trying to hide that she was ill, “Anyway, what's the ‘Doctor Shelby’ treatment?”
“Well“, it appears that you are in fact ill, and will be requiring someone to look after you. Therefore, I see it as my duty to fulfil that post and tend to your every need. I shall bring you cups of tea, fetch you more blankets, bring you tissues, run baths and lay in bed with you for as long as you so wish. You may not lift a finger to do anything, your husband, or in this case, doctor, will do everything for you”.
“Well doctor, that all sounds amazing! And how long may I ask is this service valid for?”
“For tonight and tomorrow, my love. Shit, sorry, that was unprofessional. You have my services tonight and tomorrow, Mrs Shelby”
“You mean you’re taking the day off of work to look after me? What will you tell them? That your idiot wife didn’t wear enough layers outside and that you’re now stuck at home while she lays in bed sniffing and sneezing her pathetic little nose off with a cold?”
Almost as if to give an example, her nose began twitching and she let out a sneeze, managing to stop herself from making as loud of a noise as she could have. Tommy handed her his handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket.
“Yes I’ll tell them exactly that”
She rolled her eyes and smiled, bringing her now cooling cup of tea to her lips again.
“Do you really think that’s wise? Missing a day off work because I have a cold? You’ve got a reputation to uphold. I mean I know I’ve just said to you that I want to spend more time with you but it doesn’t need to be for you to look after me. Please, Tom, go to work. I’ll be fine! I’ve got Frances and the rest of the staff I…”
“No I won’t hear of it, I want to take the day off to look after you. Besides, when was the last time we actually got to spend time together, eh?”
She pondered for a moment, she knew that he was right. Tommy would get up so early in the morning that she either slept right through or was half asleep when he’d roll over to her and place a kiss on her face before pulling himself out from underneath the covers and to the bathroom. The only times she’d see him in the day if he was at home would be when she’d go to say good morning once she’d gone downstairs, sometimes at lunch when she’d convince him to stop his work for fifteen minutes and get some food down him and then again in the evening once work was over if he’d finished early enough to catch her before she went to bed. She’d lost count of the amount of times she’d stay up waiting for him to come to bed, only to find her eyes growing heavier by the minute, finally allowing them to close fully and drift off into a much needed sleep. She would often wake in the middle of the night to find a blanket draped over her along with Tommy’s arm pulling her in towards him.
She couldn’t deny that getting to spend a whole day with him at home sounded like an absolute dream, even if she was ill.
“Okay, but promise me you’ll come up with something better than ‘my wife is an idiot’ when you tell them you won’t be in please”.
She sniffed again as she felt her nose tickle, trying, but failing, to stop another sneeze from coming.
He laughed, “yes love, don’t worry about that. Besides, I’m Tommy fucking Shelby, I do what I want, when I want”, the cheeky smile that she loved so much appeared on his face and she felt her stomach flip.
She composed herself and managed to utter the words, “Oh, is that so?”
“You know it is, love”
“Well then Tommy fucking Shelby, what is it you want to do now?”, a smirk was playing on her lips, she loved watching his mind race, it was almost as though she could see it happening behind his bright, blue eyes.
“That’s doctor Shelby to you”
“Oh yes, sorry ‘doctor’ Shelby, how are you going to cure me?”
“Well, first things first, let’s get you into bed, you need your rest”
He stood from his chair and made his way over to Y/N, scooping her up in his arms, blanket and all. He softly kissed her forehead as he felt his arms wrap around her.
“It’s still early, you haven’t even had a sip of your tea or had your supper yet”, Y/N wrapped her arms around the back of Tommy’s neck, enjoying the warmth that she could feel radiating from his body.
“That's okay, I’m about to do something really unprofessional and have a snack”
With that he threw Y/N onto the bed, ready to devour her, every inch.
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How is he so beautiful?
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shelbystales · 8 months
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Story Time - One Shot
Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist
Word count: 1672
Summary: After a few days being absent in his familly, Tommy arrives late, once again. But to his surprise you and his son are still awake.
Warning: fluff, fluff and more fluff?
A/N: I could EASILY have turned this into a long SMUT, but hey... all my one shots are smut 😂. But if you guys want i can write a part 2.
Oh and please dont forget to comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot to me.
English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes
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Thomas Shelby trudged wearily through the dimly lit streets of Birmingham, his mind still reeling from the day's events. It had been a long and exhausting day, negotiating business deals, and handling the never-ending challenges that came with running the Peaky Blinders. 
The Peaky Blinders' operations had been especially intense lately, and the weight of responsibility rested heavily on his shoulders. All he wanted now was a moment of peace and a good glass of whisky.
As he finally reached his home, a beautiful Victorian house tucked away in a quiet corner of Small Heath, bought especially for you, he let out a sigh of relief.
The familiar sight of his residence offered a small respite from the chaos of the outside world. He pushed open the creaky front door, the familiar scent of his home enveloping him as he stepped inside.
The living room was dimly lit, the fire crackling in the hearth casting a warm glow over the room. Thomas made his way to the worn-out leather couch and sank into it with a grateful sigh. 
With a heavy sigh, he poured himself a glass of his favorite drink and took a sip, relishing the familiar burn that washed over him. The warmth of the alcohol began to soothe his frayed nerves, and he allowed himself a rare moment of relaxation.
As he closed his eyes, the sounds of his home enveloped him—the crackling of the fireplace, the ticking of the clock, and the distant creaking of the floorboards. But amidst the background noise, he heard something that brought a small smile to his face, a soft chuckle, unmistakably belonging to his son, Charles.
It was such a joyful and carefree sound that he hadn't heard in a while. He furrowed his brows, wondering why Charlie would be awake at this hour. 
Curiosity getting the better of him, Thomas set down his glass and followed the sound. He made his way through the hallway and stopped outside his son's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and the flickering light from the hallway revealed a heartwarming scene.
There, on the bed tucked under the covers, was his son Charlie, just three years old, and you, his mother, playing with him. Charlie was giggling uncontrollably as you tickled him, a smile on your face that lit up the room. 
Thomas felt a softness in his heart, a tenderness he rarely allowed himself to feel amidst the harsh realities of his world.
"Well, look who it is," you said with a playful grin, noticing Thomas at the door. "Come join the fun, Tommy."
Thomas hesitated for a moment, his mind still clouded with the weight of his responsibilities. 
But something about the sight of you and his son together drew him in. He stepped into the room, his eyes locked on the scene before him.
He approached you with his usual confidence, but as he got closer, he found himself momentarily at a loss for words. 
You looked up, your eyes meeting his in a moment of unspoken understanding. It was as if you could see the pain and darkness that lay hidden behind his steely exterior.
"Seems like I've walked into a tickle battle. Why are you still awake little one?" he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Aye, you have" you replied, giving him a knowing smile. "Charlie was missing his dad, weren't ya, love?"
The little boy nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with adoration as he looked up at his father.
Thomas moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the weariness in his bones momentarily forgotten. He reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair, earning another delighted giggle from the boy.
"I'm sorry, I've been busy all these days" Thomas said, his voice softened by genuine regret. "No need to apologize, Tommy," you said, laying a hand on his. "We know how much you have on your plate."
He sighed, his eyes never leaving the two of you. "It's not an excuse, though. Family should always come first."
"You're right," you said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "And you're here now. You can help me put this one to sleep"
“I don’t want to sleep. I want to play with da!” Charlie cried, the crying giving away the little one's tiredness
“How about we play tomorrow, hm?” Tommy asked
“You won’t be here tomorrow,” Charlie spoke in a weeping voice.
You just sat there, with Charlie in your arms. Just watching.
Charlie just missed his dad, but Tommy was needed out there. You could see the pain in Tommy’s eyes, to be an absent parent was not in his plans. 
“How about I tell you a story?” Tommy asked “and tomorrow I can take you and your mom out, maybe we can go to that park you like, ey?” 
Charlie got agitated in your arms, happy with his dad's promise. But you feared he wouldn’t keep it, again. Making you go silent. 
Charlie got out from under the covers and crawled into his father's arms, who received him with a strong hug.
Thomas found himself immersed in the simple joy of being you both, a rare respite from the constant struggles of his life.
“Okay, now lie down" Tommy ordered, pulling the blanket back for Charlie to get inside.
"Lie down here too daddy" charlie called him
Impossible to resist his son’s request, Tommy kicked off his shoes and crawled under the covers, Charlie between the two of you.
"What book are you going to read?" charlie asked
"No books. the story is here" Tommy pointed to his head making Charlie smile “Once upon a time, in the green hills of Birmingham, there lived a magnificent horse named Midnight."
"Like cocoa?" Charlie asked, refering to the brown horse Tommy had bought. Cocoa wasn't his race name, but the one Charlie chose for him.
"No, this was no ordinary horse, my boy. Midnight had a coat as black as the night sky, if you looked close by, you could even se the stars. He was magical and he could run faster than the wind…” Tommy went on telling the story. 
As Thomas spun his tale, the room seemed to come alive with his words. He painted vivid pictures of the horse's daring escapades and heroic deeds, capturing his son's imagination with each passing moment.
You watched the scene unfold, your heart swelling with love for the two most important people in your life.
You marveled at how effortlessly Thomas could transport your son to another world with his storytelling, and you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of admiration for her husband.
As the story reached its end Charlies's eyelids began to droop, his exhaustion finally catching up with him. 
Thomas leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his son's forehead and you gently tucked the covers snugly around him.
Once Charlie was fast asleep, you and Thomas went back to the living room. The fire had died down, so you gave it life again, with a few woods and a single match. 
Thomas poured another glass of whisky, and you sat beside him on the couch, streching your legs across his lap.
"I never thought I could have this," Thomas admitted quietly, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "A family, a home... it was never part of the plan."
"But here we are," you said, taking his hand in yours. "Life has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"
"Aye, it does," he murmured, his fingers entwining with yours. "And I wouldn't trade this for anything." he pulled your face gently for a kiss
"Where this is coming from? all this declaration of love for us?" you chuckled lightly "had a hard day?" you asked and he nodded
“Yes" He sighed "you were silent back there” tommy pointed out
“Well, good you noticed. I don't want you promising Charles things you can’t do,” you admitted. “We both know how it’s with you. You can’t stay away from work”
“I have a lot of work to get done, y/n” he said almost in a whisper
“I know. Just, please don’t lie to him. You’re his hero” you asked
“I never plan to” he sighed
“So you're taking him to the park tomorrow?” you asked and he nodded “good. you better, I can’t stand to look at the disappointment at his face again”
“What do you mean again?” he asked frowning
“Oh, come on Tommy. ‘i’ll be home dinner’, ‘i’ll pick you up at school’, ‘i”ll do this or i’ll do that’. you may not remember tiny promises, but he does. Everynight he asks if you are coming home before he sleeps” 
“every night?” he asked, sounding defeated
“Yeah, and even though i know the truth i say ‘i don’t know, maybe’” 
he went silent
You could see the guilt wash over Tommy's face, and you knew he was grappling with his own emotions. You didn't want to add to his burden, but you also couldn't bear to see Charles disappointed again.
"Tommy, I understand that you have a lot on your plate, i promise i do," you said gently, "but you need to make time for Charles. He's growing up so fast, and he needs his father in his life."
"I know, I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just... I can't promise to be there all the time. It's not easy, y/n. You know what I do, what I'm involved in."
"I do know, Tommy," you replied softly. "And I know that your work is important, but so is your family. Charles needs you, and so do I. I also miss you. You come home after i am already sleeping and you leave before the sun comes out. I am getting abit tired of this loneliness"
Thomas took a deep breath, his gaze locked with yours. He could see the concern and love in your eyes, and it weighed heavily on his heart. He reached out to cup your cheek tenderly, his thumb caressing your skin.
"I'm sorry, love," he said sincerely "I can't promise you miracles, but i'll try to be home earlier".
You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand on your cheek.
He gently kissed you. His lips slowly savoring yours. Tongue gently invading your mouth and sliding on your lips. 
“I love you y/n” He said resting his forehead on yours
“I love you too tommy” you smiled 
“Let me take care of you now, eh?” he smirked pushing you down to lay on the couch. 
“Yes please!” you said smiling in anticipation, making him chuckle as he lifted your nighgown.
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tommyshebyisdaddy · 2 years
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Be my baby
Tommy Shelby x female!reader
Summary: Tomas finally finds him self his number one. ( Also there is no grace or Charlie in this fic because I hate that woman :)
Warnings: Smut, age gap (reader is 18) swearing, smoking,drinking,
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The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance I'd never let you go
So won't you say you love me
I'll make you so proud of me
We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go
the light was dim as Y/n sat at her desk going over her papers at Shelby company limited. She was exhausted but she knew she had to have all these paper finished in time for tomorrow. She did not want to upset her boss. Well no one did he was the most dangerous man in Birmingham along with his older and younger brother. Y/n had not met Tommy Shelby yet and part of her was great full. She had heard many stories from her farther about how brutal he was. How many men he had killed. How many innocent lives he had taken, and the people he had hurt along the way.
Her farther hated the fact that she worked for the man. But he knew that they both needed the money, he was a normal factory worker and it didn’t bring in very much money for the family. So young Y/n took it upon herself to get a job and help provide for her loved ones. At a young age her mother had died due to the Spanish influenza. Y/n was impacted greatly by her death. Wile her farther was away fighting she lived with her grandparents who had practically raised the young girl.
Y/n sighed as she rubbed her eyes trying to keep herself awake. She continued to type away on the old type writer that did not want to co-operate with her. She was beginning to become frustrated with it as she. Walked around the small desk to look at the back of the type writer to see if they was something wrong with it. As she lifted it up she was only to find that there was no inc inside the stupid thing. She let out an angry scoff. as she walked back around to the front of her desk as she began to rummage through her drawers.
She looked up from her desk when she heard a door close in front of her. Her eyes widened as she saw him. Tomas Shelby. They eyes met as her cheeks began to turn a bright pink because of the embarrassment. She swallowed thickly as she looked at him. She didn't know what to say, what could she say. Everyone else had gone home. She was just slow at her job so now she had to finish her work for him at eight o'clock at night.
"Sorry mr Shelby, I just have to finish of the papers you requested for tomorrow, but the type writer does not wish to co-operate with that."
She let out a shaking breath as she gripped her desk biting her lip. She wanted as he brought his cigarette to his lips with out saying one word to her. Y/n stood there awkwardly waiting for him to speak but instead her just stood there watching her making her weak under his strong gaze. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue she had ever seen. His face didn't carry any emotion making her worried for a moment.
"No need to be sorry, you can finish them tomorrow I don't need them until tomorrow, how about I take you home?"
His words caught her of guard she was not expecting his kindness not after what people had said about him. He was meant be be a monster dangerous and heartless. But this man was far from dangerous and heartless. Even if he did seem kind y/n knew it was not best to get into a car with a man she didn't really know. Birmingham was a dangerous place after all.
" I really shouldn't, Lizzy said they needed to be done by tomorrow morning once I get the type writer working I can walk. I don't want to be a burden mr Shelby"
The man only shook his head and looked up at her once more. Her heart was in her throat the way he looked at her was the way every woman wished to be looked at. It made her cheeks heat up and butterfly's to erupt in her stomach. She was not used to much male attention apart from the odd drunk when she was walking home at night.
"You are no burden, as I said I do not need the papers until tomorrow afternoon, now let me take you home miss"
"Y/n , Y/n L/n"
She grabbed her coat from her chair and her bag from on top of the desk as she followed tommy to his car outside the building. This was her first Time in a car she didn't have much money to have such luxurious like a car but she didn't mind she was just great full for the things she did have. Most people in Birmingham were struggling with money and was lucky to be in a working class environment not a lower class one.
As she sat down she could feel his eyes on her making her bow her head with a small smile on her face. She played with her hands as she waited for him to start the car she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of him. He was intimidating and she had to admit she was a bit intimidated by him his strong build and deep voice. The he stood as if he owned everything even her. She couldn't put it into word but it was like he was the king of the world. They just didn't know that yet.
"Oh I live just down the road take a left then the next right my house is at the end of that street, thank you again"
Y/n smiled as she made directions with her hands at the window in attempt to show tommy where she lived. He only nodded holding in a chuckle at her child like habits. He wanted as she sat comfortably back into the car as he drove through the dirty streets of small Heath with the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.
How he hadn't seen her before was so confusing to him. Unless she was knew but he hadn't been told of any new people. But nobody told him anything anymore because his brothers were just fucking useless. He rarely left his office anymore. He barely interacted with people like he used to. His only friend was whisky it helped clear his head it made him calm down.
The car came to a stop as y/n picked up her bag from the floor of the car. Opening up the car door and shutting with a light slam carefully not to wake up the street. She sent Tommy a smile as she put on he coat walking around the car to her front door. She turned around to the car and mouthed a soft 'thank you'.
Tommy watched as he entered her home. He had not felt this way since he was a boy. He was so enchanted by the young girl he himself did not believe it. He sighed softly as he fixed his hat onto his head before driving of into the distance. Y/n watched from her bedroom window with pink cheeks and a cheeky smile.
The next morning as Y/n walked into Shelby company. She made her way over to her desk, her eyes widened as she looked down at her desk. There it was a band new type writer sat at her desk. It wasn't like the last one it looked beautiful it must have been expensive by the branding on the back as she looked up she saw mr Shelby nod at her as he entered his office.
So won't you, please, be my, be my baby
Be my little baby, my one and only baby
Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, my one and only baby
Wha oh oh oh
As she stared out of the window she smiled lightly. Tommy had invited her to one of his many clubs, she had never been so exited. It did make her feel rather childish she knew that she did look quite silly for being so happy but the whole day she couldn't remove the Permanent grin on her face even wile she was working. Her head was stuck in the clouds just dreaming of how the night would go.
Even though she was exited she was rather nervous she didn't own many expensive clothes and y/n didn't want to look like a fool on their first date. After all the club was quite grand and elegant. Women wore beautiful dresses and expensive jewellery yet she had none of that. She had tried to find something to wear but so far she had nothing but right now all she cared about was him for the time being that was.
She had asked if she was aloud to leave work a tad bit early so she had time to get ready. Tommy had agreed not wanting her to walk home in the dark. He had been driving her home from work ever since the first day the two of them had laid eyes on each other. Y/n had to admit she was very flattened by his kindness, she was however nervous that her farther would find out about Tommys kindness and put it all to a stop and that was the last thing that the young girl wanted.
She grabbed her thing and left the building with one of the biggest smiled on her face. She bit her lip out of excitement as she walked down the street with a spring in her step. She hadn't really been on a proper date before of course she had a boyfriends in the past but as soon as y/n said that she wasn't really ready to go all the way none of them really stuck around making her feel like a fool most of the time. No amount of convincing from her farther made her feel better either. Stupid boys. But Tommy wasn't a silly old boy he was a nana true gentleman.
As she reached home she found that it was empty her farther was still at work her face scrunched up in confusion at the tow parcels on kitchen table it was a tow light pink box's one was significantly bigger than the other. As y/n placed her coat on the rack at their front door and placed her bag down on the chair she began to remove the ribbon on the bigger box she let out a gasp.
A band new pink dress was in front of her it was beautiful it was silk. Real silk, she was in such a state of shook it had a gorgeous silver belt around the middle of it. But there was more a fur shawl made out of real fur. She bit the inside of her cheek as she reached for the tag on the dress. ' the pretty dress for a pretty girl, TS' her cheeks became a deep red. No man had ever bought her something so Lovely, something so nice. It must have cost a lot and yet there was still one more box to open. She felt like a small child on Christmas morning.
As she opened the small box there laid a small white pair of kitten heels. She didn't own any heels they were hard to find in Birmingham and far to much for her but. She really was going to look beautiful tonight and she couldn't wait there were very few times when she felt truly beautiful and she just couldn't wait to have that very feeling of confidence and happiness. She was beyond grateful for what tommy had done for her. First the type writer then the dress the shawl and heel. She felt her heart practically exploded.
As y/n stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom she smiled like a mad man. The dress fit her like a dream the shawl made her look like the woman from most of a magazines she read. The heels made her slightly taller. But it didn't really make that much of a difference but they were lovely. She looked lovely. Her attention soon left the mirror as she saw Tommys car pull up outside of her house. She looked at her self once more before grabbing her purse making her way downstairs passed her sleeping farther.
She grabbed her key from the table before leaving the house and locking the door behind her. She turned to the car with a smile as Tommy just stared at her in awe. He knew that she would look beautiful in the dress he had asked Ada to buy. But my gosh he did no expect this she looked like a bloody film star. He watched as she made her way into the car she was just so mesmerising. He didn't want to look away from her frame.
As she opened the door of the car Tommy offered his hand to help he clim into the car. She smiled as she took it Tommy felt a small smile make its way to his lips. Y/n's smile was truly infectious, and he found himself often staring at her from afar the way she laughed. The way she would walk. He just couldn't take his eyes off her and even when he was trying to focus on business his mind often drifted off to thoughts of her. How he made her giggle as he drove her home.
As the two of them pulled up at the club y/n smiled as Tommy opened the door for her making her blush as she took his hand as he helped her get out of the car. As the two of them entered the club, the people began to whisper among themselves about tommy and her but she could not care less all that mattered in that moment was them together. As the two of them took a seat at the bar. Y/n saw the bartender swallow thickly as the two of them sat down.
"What can I get you tonight, mr Shelby."
Tommy looked over to Y/n for an answer but she didn't really know what to say she wasn't aloud alcohol her farther hated the idea of his little girl drinking.
"Oh I'll just have a water thank you"
She smiled sweetly at the man as Tommy ordered a whisky for himself taking a cigarette out of his cigarette along with a box of matches she couldn't help but each as he did. She didn't want to seem weird by staring at him but he was a very attractive man. And he knew that and his confidence was what had intrigued her the most about him.
"You don't drink?
He asked with his eyebrow raised bringing his cigarette to his lips watching as she brought the drink up to her lips taking a small sip of the refreshing drink. Y/n placed down her drink as she looked at him.
" well I'd love to try but it's my farther, he doesn't think it's very lady like if me to drink so I don't I've tried some but I can not say I'm to impressed"
Y/n giggled as she explained her reasoning to him. He only nodded taking a swig of his whisky with out pulling a face at the strong drink which came as a surprise to the young drink. He farther only ever frank whiskey on rare occasions and he usually couldn't handle the burn it came with.
"Oh! And thank you for the dress and everything else I don't know how to possibly repay you it's all Beautiful really, I didn't know you had an eye for clothes, mr Shelby"
"Tommy"He corrected her with a small smile tugging at her lips. She pulled a face of confusion at his words.
"What?" She asked.
"Call me tommy"
Y/n smiled brightly at his words she looked down at the table as she straitened up her dress. He new that he was the reason he was nervous but it was not the same reason as everyone else she enjoyed his company the compliments he gave her. He didn't want to make her nervous he wanted to make her happy.
"I didn't choose the dress I sent my sister out to find the prettiest dress she could find. And I must say she did a good job. You look gorgeous"
Her smile only seemed to grow as the words fell from his lips. She wanted to stay on this date forever.
I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see
For every kiss you give me I'll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you 'til eternity
So won't you, please, be my, be my baby
Be my little baby, my one and only baby
Say you'll be my darlin', be my, be my baby
Be my baby now, my one and only baby
Wha oh oh oh oh
As the two of them made their way to the car tommy held his hand on the small of her back suddenly tommy came to a hold making y/n confused as she looked up at him. He held her against him as she looked into his eyes. They were filled with passion. She had never seen him this way before. His grip tightened around her as her breath hitched. She looked up to see the smile on his face. It was rare to see the man smile and she had made him smile. She had made tommy Shelby happy.
His hand lifted up to here chin bringing it up to his face as he connected their lips together with a loving smile she slowly melted into his touch with his hands in her hair. His lips were soft, she let out a soft sigh as their lips parted. She did not want to stop not with Tommy. With him things were different. He was different, he treated her like a princess something she had never experienced before. He was kind to her.
Y/n couldn't wait any longer so without a second thought she pressed her lips against his once again he seemed taken back by her boldness but he soon wrapped his arms around her waist. She tangled her arms around his neck as she let her fingers dance through her hair. She had kissed boys before but nothing compared to tommy his kisses were passionate and filled with nothing but admiration and y/n just couldn't get enough.
As she pulled away she could feel his breath on her face she didn't know what to say , but she knew that Thomas carried the same feelings she did. She smiled as she brushed her hand across his cheek lovingly. She moved his hair behind his ear. As she pressed a kiss against his cheek. Tommy closed his eyes when he felt her soft lips against his rough cheek. Y/n made him forget everything. The war, the peaky blinders. Everything he was falling in love with her and he couldn't stop himself.
He didn't want to let go of her. He wished that he could keep her in his arms forever and never let her go. Y/n felt um the same she never wished to leave the soft comfort he gave her. The feeling that erupted in her stomach whenever she laid eyes on him. She loved that feeling she was being to fall for him to. And she couldn't imagine if they never had met that night at Shelby company limited. They had only know each other for a month but it felt like she had known him her whole life.
"I wish I could stay with you forever"
Y/n whispered in his arms with her face against his chest. She looked up at him as he watched her features turned into a frown as she looked over to the car in front of the two of them. The same car that had practically brought them together. His hand left her waist. As he took her face in his hands.
"Then do just for tonight"
He said as he watched her smile as she kissed him softly he smiled and led her to the car opening up the car door for her. She smiled and climbed into the seer of his car and watched as Tommy he walked around to the other side of the car. He fixed his cap on his head and grabbed his leather gloves from his pocket.
Y/n had to admit she was nervous, she didn't know exactly what would happen but she wanted to be with him more than everything she had never felt this way before. And Tommy was the only man who made her loved. Made her feel thing she didn't know that were possible. The way his smile sent shivers down her spine. How his laughter brought goosebumps to her skin. She wouldn't trade it for the world. But the question was did he feel the same way or was she just an accessory for him.
She stepped out of the car slowly adjusting her dress and her hair. His home was beautiful well it wasn't a home it was more of a mansion she couldn't imagine living there all alone. He must have felt incredibly lonely. From the outside it looked rather like it was built for a king. As she linked her arm with Tommy's the two of them made the way inside Arrow house. She noticed two peaky boys outside the home and two around the other side.
As the two walked in to the home they were greeted by a house maid who took Tommys coat and away Y/n's shawl. As she looked around the home it was even better than the outside. Many paintings hung on the walls giving it a modern flash of colour. The furniture look lavish, leather seats, expensive rugs this way any man's dream home. Masculine decor covered the home making it easy to tell that this was tommy Shelby's home.
"You're home, it's beautiful truly"
She smiled lovingly as she stared around the home in awe. Tommy simply just sat down in one of the chairs and began to pour him self a glass of whisky. He grabbed another glass and began to pour only a small amount of that into the glass. He pushed the glass over to y/n with a smirk. "You said you wanted to try"Y/n returned the smile as she picked up the glass bringing it up to her lips taking a small sip of the liquid. Her face turned sour as she swallowed it. Tommy let out a short chuckle at her reaction to the drink.
“As I said before I don't think I'm missing out on very much" y/n laughed as she placed her drink back down on the small table in front of them. She watched as Tommy drowned the rest of his drink without pulling a face like she did. Her face suddenly turned red from the embarrassment.
"Yes,but I am missing out" y/n pulled a face of confusion at Tommys words as he put down his drink and looked over at her. She took in a deep breath as he stood up and sat next to her brushing her hair behind her ear. His hot breath making goosebumps for on her delicate skin. She looked up at him as he cradled her face inside of his palm. She felt safe with him. Something she never thought would happen a man who was named the most heartless man in Birmingham was holding her making her feel like the luckiest woman in all of Birmingham.
He connected his lips with hers the kiss was passionate. Gently she craved for his touch for his affection like nothing before. His hands felt like wonders on her body. She loved it, how his large hands made her feel so secure. His hands fit perfectly on her hips like they were made for her. To hold her to take care of her, to love her how she deserves. Like the only woman in the world and to him she was.
The kiss became rough as Tommy held the back of her neck and y/n hands massaged his hair softly. Tommy stood up taking y/n with him as he led her up the stairs of arrow house. As the two of them reached Tommy's bedroom. Tommy instantly recommend his lips with hers his hands moving up and his hands soon made their way to her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as Tommy kneaded the flesh with his hands. As she gasp tommy found the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.
Y/n began to work on his waist coat carful undoing the buttons before pulling it off his shoulders and on to the floor. She let out a moan into his mouth as Tommy began to pinch her soft nipples the stimulation went straight to her clit. As Tommys hands went to the back of her dress he began to undo the buttons at the back softly tearing it away from her body. There she stood only with a bar her panties and her garter belt with her stockings. Tommy moved down to kiss he neck as his hand moved down to her clit.
Her began to rub her through the soft fabric of her underwear. Y/n let out as breath as Tommy did so. He moved them towards the bed. He laid her down, her soft skin against the silky sheets tommy climbed on top of her as she reached and stroked her hand over his face. Tommy moved away from her lips and began to leave a trail of kisses down her body. Y/n let out a shocked moan as he began sucking on her breast his other hand playing with her other nipple. Her hand reached down to grip his hair. he soon moved from her beasts and began to kiss down her stomach until her reached her clit.
He slowly began to take of he stockings kissing down her leg as he did. y/n didn't know what to say she just stared down at him she was so mesmerised by him. He did the same to her other leg. He took away her panties leaving them on the floor with the other pile of clothes. He planted a kiss on you clit y/n let out a moan as she gripped onto the sheets underneath her. As Tommy began to suck harshly on her clit she couldn't contain her self her moans grew louder. She let out a winter as his finger slid inside her her hands left the sheets and soon moved to his hair. Tommy added another finger almost throwing y/n over the edge. Her whimpers and moans grew faster as her legs shook.
Y/n was overwhelmed with pleasure,  tommy helped her ride out her high as he removed his fingers sucking her juices from them as she watched him. He kissed her lips softly as y/n helped unbutton his shirt throwing it on to the floor and pulling his under shirt over his head growing it on the floor with him his shirt. Y/n's lips danced softly across his jaw and down his neck. He began unbuttoning his pants letting y/n help as he removed them. "Are you sure you want this" Tommy asked worriedly he didn't want to pressure her into anything she didn't want to do.
"More than anything in my life" she replied as she kissed his lips one more time as her pulled away his underwear revealing his cock. Y/n gulped slightly as she nodded, Tommy placed himself between her legs rising the up to her chest as she began to slide into her. Y/n let out a whimper making tommy go slower as she closed her eyes. "No. look at me" y/n opens her eyes to see him he sat his forehead on to hers as they stared into each other's eyes. As Tommy slid in further y/n held tighter on his shoulders. As Tommy was now all the way inside her he stayed still for a moment to let her adjust to his size. When y/n gave him a small nod he began to move slowly in side her.
Y/n nails scratched down his back as he pleasured her like never before. She held onto him as if he would disappear and he did the same to her as he groaned into her neck. The sound of moan, groans and skin slapping together filled Tommys bedroom. He grabbed her hips as he flipped them over so the y/n was on top of him. He moved her hips to grind her hips against his gently as y/n snuggled her head into his neck her arms around his shoulders as she began to bounce on his cock. She kissed his jaw and sucked on his neck leaving small love bite he did the exact same to her.
“Tommy” she moaned as Tommy began to thrust his hips to meet hers. The coil in her stomach was threatening to burst and she didn’t know how much longer she would last. And as Tommy’s thrusts sped up she knew that he was also close from his fast thrust from the way he had his head thrown back because of the pleasure he was receiving. “Let go” Tommy said simply he could feel her clenching around him. How her whimpers we getting louder. Her legs shook around him. Her release was enough trigger his he let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed inside her.
He pulled out slowly kissing to make the slight sting feel better her. He laid by her side tucking his arm around her as he reached for his cigarette. Y/n laid her head on his chest “thank you Tommy, for everything” she whispered in to his chest stroking his sling tracing her fingers over the tattoo on his chest.
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