#and the changretta war took off

[snowinabottle]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . @peakyblinder : ❛ 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗 ' 𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ? ❜

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 . a scent that had become familiar whenever time was shared , even years ago ( a time that seemed like a long lost dream ) . there was little affection for delving in what ifs , for fantasizing about withered opportunities . reality was rarely of a kind nature and neither was thomas shelby . what was the point in digging up old wounds , picking on poorly healed flesh ? ? a sigh leaves red lips as the younger woman wraps her coat back around her shoulders - to at least protect herself from the biting cold that would await outside their previously shared room . ❝ awful . ❞ , amelia repeats with a low voice , almost as if she was gauging the meaning behind his words .

there is always a meaning to what he says , so she thinks . calculating in each and every step , choosing every word with the mind of a chess player planning his next move . there must be more to their scandalous affair than reviving nostalgia . ❝ i was not aware that your feelings towards me were ever that deep . ❞ there is no spite in what the noble says , but rather the knowledge that this man only ever cared for one woman ( and that was , to her experience , not amelia ) .

#peakyblinder #✧ ˚ · . answered ask . 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 #✧ ˚ · . v / peaky blinders . 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 #✧ ˚ · . arc / peaky blinders . 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟺 #this should work with season 4 #i really need to re read our MASSIVE plot #but anyway #after amelia came back from america #and the changretta war took off #somewhen in this chaos #watch me crying over this

[runnning-outof-time]

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Could you please do 23 with angst and then fluff? Thank you so much I appreciate it!💕

Thanks so much for sending this in, anon! I’m so happy you like my stories! I decided to go with Tommy for the character and chose “I don’t want to go.” for the prompt because it was the 5 word #23. I hope you don’t mind that. Enjoy! :)

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To Keep You Safe

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: season 4 spoilers (like right from the jump), language

Word Count: 1042

Summary: (Y/N) and Tommy discuss the decision to have her go into hiding while the war with the Changrettas rages on.

Things were heating up in the vendetta between the Shelbys and the Changrettas. What both sides thought would be a quick battle had now turned into a full-on war. And after Luca managed to get to Michael in his hospital bed and try to get him to switch sides, Tommy was convinced that no one was safe.

He called a family meeting. He arranged it in the morning and it was set for that evening. The air in the room was so thick with tension that you could practically cut it with a knife. (Y/N) noted that they were currently in the midst of a thunderstorm, which she had a feeling was foreshadowing for what was to be talked about.

And oh boy was she right. Things were quiet between her and Tommy that night. Neither of the two spoke a word to the other before they both went to sleep.

(Y/N) didn’t really sleep much though. No matter how many times she wished it wouldn’t, tomorrow still came.

Soon enough, there was a man in a car sitting outside their Watery Lane home.

“I don’t want to go,” (Y/N) huffed as she crossed her arms. She was aware of how much she sounded like their three year old daughter, but she quite frankly didn’t care.

“You have to, love,” Tommy insisted, not wanting this to turn into something bigger than it had to be.

“Why?” she asked, her one eyebrow quirking upward.

“Don’t fucking start…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“You owe me a reason, Thomas. I’m not just going to be shipped off into the fucking wilderness for no fucking reason,” she harped on, sharing her feelings about the decision that had been made — essentially without her consent — the night prior.

“You know why,” he told her, insisting it was common sense.

“Enlighten me anyway,” she shrugged.

“(Y/N).”

“Tommy.”

“It’s to keep you safe!” he finally came out with it, his voice raising as his eyes went wide, showing the frustration and stress he was currently under. “It’s to keep you fucking safe.”

(Y/N) was taken back by his outburst, but she really should have expected it. She was poking a bear; a powder keg that was bound to explode sooner or later. “You’re keeping me safe here, though. And besides, it was agreed between the both of you: no civilians. No women or children,” she pointed out in a softer voice, recalling the rules of the vendetta that he’d told her a few weeks prior.

“Yeah, I know that was agreed upon,” Tommy started, nodding as a sigh escaped his lips, “but with how things are going…we need to expect everything. And I can’t have you get taken by him or his men as a way to get me. So I need you to go. Just for a little while.”

Silence fell between them as she took a minute to think things over. The last thing she wanted to do was leave Tommy’s side while all of this was going on.

“I don’t want to leave you, Tommy,” was the next thing she said. She couldn’t get through the sentence without choking up, tears brimming up in her eyelids.

Tommy exhaled a breath before he closed the short distance between them, taking her into his arms just as her body began to shake from her sobs. “It’ll just be a little while, love,” he spoke in a soft voice, his chin rested on the top of her head as he rubbed her back in a comforting manner.

They stood like that for a few minutes. (Y/N) had no shame in crying into her husband’s suit coat. She didn’t want to let him go and leave because she was afraid that this would be the last time she’d see him.

“Hey, the car’s waiting outside,” Tommy was the one to speak first. He loosened his hold on her as he did, moving his hands to her shoulders so that he could bring her out at arms length.

“I know,” (Y/N) nodded, sniffling as she wiped her tears away. “I’ll miss you, Tommy,” she added then, looking at him with watery eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, love,” he responded without a second thought, raising one hand to run it down her cheek.

“Make sure you go visit the kids for me…or at least send Pol or someone if you think it’s too risky,” she added, thinking of her children who were currently residing at her parents’ home.

“I will,” he assured her with a nod.

(Y/N) took a moment to look at her husband then, making sure she could commit every part of him to memory. She didn’t know when she’d see him next. Her bottom lip began to quiver as that thought stuck in her mind.

“It’s just a little while,” Tommy repeated what he’d said to her before.

“I know,” she nodded, holding back the tears. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he repeated the phrase, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. (Y/N) held him there, making their embrace as long as it could possibly be. But eventually she had to pull away, and as she did, she finally decided it was time. “I should go.”

“I’ll come get you when this is finished,” he promised her, their eyes locked as he spoke.

“Just stay alive,” she said to him, sending one last smile her way before they finally broke their embrace so that she could grab her things.

Tommy ushered her outside and made sure she got into the vehicle. He then gave the driver and his accomplice strict instructions on what to do. After sending one last smile to (Y/N), he let them go and headed back inside.

He took two steps away from the door and placed his hands onto the side table sitting there so that he could brace himself as he leaned back against it. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, his family flashing in his mind. Then he released the breath he’d been holding and stared straight ahead. This vendetta would be finished soon, and he’d make damn sure of it.

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[themultifandomgal]

Shelby Sister- Strained Relationship Pt2

YNs forced to follow Luca with a gun against her  head. Turns out her brothers did come for her, but she doesn't hold out much hope that they will  all to survive this. Tommy stands in front of Luca and his men with Finn and Polly behind him

"All that's left of the Peaky Fucking Blinders" Luca says standing behind a table. He motions for YN to step forward with his fingers. The man who has a gun against her head pushes her in to Luca who takes him in his arms "pretty things isn't she. Shame for her to die, but I have to do what's needed if you don't comply"

"Let her go Changretta, she has nothing to do with the business" Tommys deep voice shocks YN

"Ive had my lawyer draw up these papers" Luca says ignoring Tommy as one of his men place down a huge wad of powers "they cover, er,

every enterprise in your possession. Bars, restaurants, warehouses, every fucking thing that you've taken all these years to gather together. You will sign them all over to my family. Or your sister is going to die, right here in front of you" his hold tightens on YN "search em" Lucas men walk past Luca and YN to her brothers and aunt. They remove any guns or knifes they may have on them. Lucas attention is back on YN "maybe the treat of having her killed isn't enough. Maybe I should have had her hand in marriage. Breed her then kill her, shame for her to go to waste. You can sign them on your knees on the floor" Tommy doesn't move which causes Luca to once again place a gun agains YNs head "get on your fucking knees and sign!" he yells making YN flinch. Tommy slowly lowers to his knees

"As a friend of mine once said big fucks small. So I had to find someone bigger than you. Now, you may know there are two families in Brooklyn who want to take over your monopoly on the import of liquor into New York"

"But if they moved against you in New York they'll start a war between the families" Polly states

"But if you were to die in a vendetta with some fucking bookmaker in Birmingham, they could take over your business without a war"

"We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He's also interested in moving into the liquor business in New York"

"His name is Alphonse Capone"

"You been talking to that fat fuck?"

"All the blood relatives you brought with you from New York, they're all dead Mr Changretta. And these men here, they work for money, for the highest bidder. They have now new orders"

"Is that right?" Luca pushes YN from his grip to one of the men holding a gun "kill her" YN closes her eyes waiting for the sound and pain to arrive, but it doesn't. Instead there's a chuckle from Tommy "fine" Luca pulls out his own gun and points it towards YN, but Tommy manages to push it away, attacking Luca. That's when YN sees her eldest brother, her brother who she thought was dead. Arthur pulls out a gun and shoot Luca killing him instantly "tell your people in Chicago that Michael Gray will sign import license to New York. 300 barrels of English Dry Gin a month"

"Leave. All of ya" Arthur says. Before YN can think her feet are moving towards her oldest brother who immediately wraps her up in his arms "your ok. Your safe"

"Let's get 'er home with a cup of tea in 'er hands" Tommy says looking at Finn and Polly.

"How are you feeling love?" Polly asks placing a cup in front of her niece

"I had excepted my fate, thought I was gonna die"

"Tommy wouldn't have let that happen"

"What so I can be a pawn in another one of his games? Maybe I would have better off..."

"Don't say that YN"

"I'm surprised Tommy came to be honest"

"Tommy was out there looking for you YN. He found your purse, you bag, the blood, YN he was so scared that you had been killed"

"But Tommy hates me?" YN looks up at her aunt confused

"He doesn't hate you YN. Your remind him of your mother. Your the spitting imagine of her. Tommy took her death the hardest"

"But even as children we didn't get on Poll"

"You stole the attention YN, well in Tommys eyes you did"

"That's not my fault"

"I'm not saying it was, but I just want you to understand that Tommy doesn't hate you. Your family always will be" the door opens and in walks Tommy himself

"Poll can you leave us" polly gets up nodding and leaves the room. Tommy takes her place and sits opposite YN. It's silent while YN drinks her tea

"I'm glad your safe" he finally says

"Yeah" YN breathes out "Polly told me the reason why we don't get on. Said I look like mother"

"Not just that, you act like her, which scares me"

"Why?"

"I was close to her and she left YN"

"Tom she died in childbirth, it's not like she deliberately abandoned us like our father" YN frowns

"I know, but today scared me YN. We may not be close but your still my sister and I care about you"

"Who knew Luca Changretta would be the one to bring us together" both YN and Tommy chuckle

"After today you need something stronger than tea. Here" Tommy takes out his hip flask with no doubt Irish Whiskey inside. He tips it into the her cup, but when Polly comes back into the room Tommy places his fingers on his lips telling YN to stay quiet. Maybe this is the start of a friendship forming between the two siblings.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader #john shelby #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #finn shelby #shelby sister #sister shelby

[plentyoffandoms]

On My Mind (Part 7)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Just a short chapter. Getting back into writing for Peaky Blinders.

Main Masterlist ♡ Peaky Blinders Masterlist ♡ On My Mind Masterlist ♡ Finn Shelby Masterlist

Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

YN's POV:

"Well, well, well, will you look at that." Finn and I stepped back from one another, and there at the entrance to the bedroom, stood Tommy and Arthur.

They both had a blank expression on their faces and I could feel my palms getting sweaty with how intense their gazes were.

I was hoping that I wouldn't be seeing them for atleast a few more days, but here they are, and they both look as intimidating as ever.

"Hello Tommy. Hello Arthur." I said, hoping I sound confident.

"Hello YN, long time no see." Tommy said to me. I gave him a thin smile, not wanting to say or do anything that can set these two men off.

The air was tense and Arthur was just looking at me, hardly blinking. When I heard the news about John, I knew Arthur would of taken it the hardest.

Underneath that tough exterior is a man who does have a good heart and cares very much for his family.

"We should get downstairs, dinner will be ready soon and we know how Pol is about us being late." Finn said, trying to break the tension.

Arthur just mumbled something but shut up once Tommy turned his gaze to him. Arthur turned and stomped his way down the stairs to the direction of what I assume is the dining room.

Now it was Tommy, Finn and I. Tommy took one step into the room and his hands were in his pant pockets.

"Finn, I would like a word with YN."

"But Tom,"

"I will not hurt her. Now leave Finn."

I wanted to grip Finn's hand to keep him from walking, but he just squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I will be just outside this door Tommy." He said to his older brother.

"I know Finn."

With one last look at me, the door was closed and it is now just Tommy and I, just staring at one another.

"You can relax YN. I am not going to hurt you." I couldn't relax though. Not when I am alone in the room with Tommy Shelby.

A man who I have known most of my life and who I once considered a brother to me, but that was before the war between our families.

"When Finn told me he bought a ticket for you to come back here, I will confess that I was angry. He went behind the family's back to bring a Changretta back here."

I didn't say a word. I have no idea where he is going with this.

"We didn't talk for days, so much so that Pol got involved. He threatened to leave us behind to spend his life with you." I didn't know that part.

"Ada and Pol sat Arthur and I down to talk to us about you."

"And?" I asked quietly.

"They had to remind us that you are not your family. That you had nothing to do with any of this. I do not blame you for Grace or John's deaths YN."

A huge wave or relief came over my body.

"Tommy, may I say one thing?" I asked him as he turned towards the door. He turned to look back at me.

"Of course YN, this is your house after all."

I took a deep breath. "I am sorry for what my family did to yours. Grace, was a wonderful woman who welcomed me in with open arms and John...when I heard about John, I cried myself to sleep. I begged my Uncle not do this."

"I can imagine you did, but he did what he thought was right to avenge his Father and Brother. If I could take back one thing about about that night when we took your Grandfather, was that I shouldn't have had my men hunt you and your Grandmother down."

"Tommy, you were angry and upset and what's done is done. We can not change the past."

A rare smile came over his hard features. "You have gotten smarter since I last saw you YN Changretta." He opened the door and clapped Finn on the shoulder as he walked past.

Finn had a worried expression on his face and I smiled at him, to let him know that things were okay.

I could hear Pol calling for us to come down to dinner, just like old times.

~

Ada and Pol hugged me once they saw me. I was introduced to Linda. She seemed okay. Very religious it seems, and not at all who I thought Arthur Shelby would of married.

There was one person I was not expecting to see and that was Lizzie Stark. She has married Tommy and he seems to be happy with her.

Now Arthur through out the meal refused to make eye contact with me. I tried to speak to him, but he just wasn't having it.

Even Pol and Tommy were trying, but no one was getting through to him. He just stayed quiet and ate his meal.

Finn had a massive smile on his face the whole time. His arm was over the back of my chair and he would lean down to whisper in my ear throughout the evening.

Finn stood up at the end of the meal. The whole room went quiet and I was more shocked that the Shelby family actually knew how to be quiet.

"Thank you for all coming tonight to be here for me and YN." The family raised their glasses to me expect for Arthur of course.

"But I am not up here just saying thank you. I want to ask YN something very important and I hope she will say yes."

Finn placed his glass on the table, with out ever taking his eyes off of me.

"I know this is all very sudden, but YN with you being out of my life for so long, I knew I couldn't spend another moment without you by my side."

Finn is now on one knee and he has reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a very familiar ring.

"Will you marry me YN?" I answered with no hesitation.

"Yes Finn." He slipped on the ring and family clapped and cheered for us, except for one.

Arthur slammed his hand on the table and slowly stood up. He was looking right at the ring that is now on my finger.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low tone.

"Yes Arthur." Finn said.

"You gave her our Mother's ring." The air was thick with tension once more.

"Enough Arthur." Tommy said as he lit a cigarette.

"Arthur sweetheart, have a seat." His wife said, trying to defuse the situation.

"No, I will not. I have no idea how any of you are okay with our traitor of a brother bringing the likes of her into this family."

"Calm down at once Arthur." Pol said.

"I will not. He stole that ring from us. It was in the safe at the Shop."

"Finn did not steal it. I gave it to him." Ada said. Arthur's glared turned his sister, who didn't even looked fazed.

"You what?"

"I gave it to him. It was left to me and I wanted to keep it in the family. So when he was talking about going shopping for one, I talked to Tommy about it and he also agreed."

"The lot of you have lost your whole damn mind! She probably has people on the way here as we speak."

"I don't Arthur. I came alone."

"Shut up." He snarled.

"Do not tell her to shut up Arthur." Finn said as he stood to his full height.

"I think we should go." Linda said as she stood next to her husband.

"I believe that would be best." Finn said. I stood next to him as we watched them leave.

Well, this went better than what I imagined actually. No one hurt or dead.

Part 6 ♤ Part 8 coming soon

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[divinekangaroo]

uhhhh the S3 Changretta torture scene

So this is the Tommy that terrified the living shit out of Birmingham’s underworld and cops in the nine months to a year between returning from war and when we see him at the start of S1.

S1 always puzzled me as to what he could’ve done to establish such a fear/terror based respect in an entire community/city, when what we see on screen in S1 is empathy, generosity, and a definite appearance of trying to share his regal largesse/buy back his popularity. It took two seasons of skinning that civilised veneer away from him again to show these shards of what they were so afraid of in the first place.

And way to go Arthur for saving your brother’s soul. Arthur’s most powerful action in the entire series to date, and it was one which let him stay true to self (using weapons not words not softness) but still being *such* a soul saving act.

Best splice ever having Tommy go home to play with Charlie after that scene, too, because I’d bet he couldn’t have gone home to Charlie if he’d cut Changretta even once. Charlie would’ve been sent off to some Burgess cousin for raising and Tommy would’ve been destroyed and dead within the year.

I also note Tommy outright tells Ada ‘I love you’ in a later scene, and am struck by this, almost representative of how stripped back he is by now, that these things come out of him when they were so locked up in S1 behind ‘keeping up appearances’. Still fitting it into bigger S3 context.

But the other thing that strikes me: he and Grace would have had an absolutely tumultuous relationship. The edges between them, my goodness. I need to dwell on this further. It’s almost — he doesn’t know how to handle the fact she’s a complex human being, BUT, she also can’t handle that about him, and is pissed that even in an upper class situation, because they’re in Birmingham he’s still firmly in his seat of power and knowledge and connection over and above her general class and social credentials. She’s mad! He doesn’t get it! The friction, it would’ve been wild.

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[klarolineashur1919]

Note: First tumblr post. Yes I know my grammar is horrible. Just a dumb lil thing might make multiple parts.

Nov 11, 1918 Changretta's War Over Party

Luca pov:

The war was over. I just came from America to visit my parents and brother. The minute I get off the boat I'm being told that I have a party to go to. Apparently the war ending was news to be excited about around here. The party was gonna be at a Changretta pub for the legitimate and illegitimate employees. My father felt like we should have something because of the attitude of the area towards the war. I didn't argue because I was with my family anyway I was happy. The pub was packed. I saw a lot of people there I hadn't seen in a while but I just had a long boat ride I just wanted to sit down. Angel took the seat next to me at the table I took deliberately because it had two chairs.

"You want to get some girls for tonight" Angel playfully slapping my shoulder.

"You always got one thing on your mind Angel its gonna get you into trouble one day" I lightly chuckle.

"Come now Luca there has to be someone in this room that catches your eye" Angel nodding around the room.

"I prefer girls in New York over in this shithole" I say having no interest.

"Come on Luca there are plenty of decent looking Italian girls in here look around" nudging me to look. I did to appease him having no interest in my surroundings until I spotted a girl alone in the corner. She was very young to be here. She looked so young I felt quilty for looking but I had no interest in looking away. She wasn't a child but she didn't look like a grown woman either. She looked obviously uncomfortable and was fidgeting terribly. But eventually Angel caught where my eyes were and I heard him laughing.

"What" my american accent came out sounding annoyed I had to look away. "You're looking at the only girl who's not Italian here" we were both looking at her now.

"Never stopped you" I was analyzing every detail of her. She was modestly dressed for a party and her face wasn't caked with makeup like every other woman here.

"Yes but she also has three older wannabe gangsters brothers coming back from the war" I never saw her smile until I saw my mother start to walk to her. My mama looked like she was trying to get her to dance but she looked like she was politely declining.

"Why is she here?" I was curious about her now. "She worked at our tailor shop for suits, so her wannabe gangster brothers can look respectable, after the war started she stayed on" she would not leave that corner and she kept looking at the clock.

"Why did papa agree? We don't usually hire non-italians" she might just be staying just to leave at a polite time.

"She was one of mama's favorite students and she's going to university soon can you believe that? A little gypsy girl from Birmingham" she's leaving now.

"Do you want me to introduce you? Even though I doubt you have a chance" just like I thought she was just being polite to make an appearance. "Why's that?" I made up my mind I want her, and when I want something I get it. "Because I've tried" He chuckled in embarrassment that he actually couldn't get a girl to sleep with him "She's pretty but she's quiet as a mouse, and you could just say she's a very good catholic girl" I don't see a problem.

"What's her name?" Angel just sighs.

"Penelope Shelby" in my head I already decided.

Penelope Shelby was it for me.

#Luca changretta x shelby!sister #luca changretta #Shelby oc #luca changretta x oc

[saintsir4n]

10

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND HEARTBREAK

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1914

"HAVE you written in that diary of yours?" Enzo asked.

Eden nodded, "'Course, can't go a day without it. Helps clear my mind."

Looping arms with her, he teased, "Loverboy upsettin' you again? Feelings mutual, that puttana gets on my tits," he continued despite her strained expression, "You heard 'bout a robbery a couple of weeks ago near Digbeth, Stevie's market stall was trashed."

"What?!" She turned to him in shock, stopping their movements m.

Enzo sent her a wry look, "Edie I love you, but you knew 'bout did it didn't you?"

She continued to shake her head, "I didn't know what happened."

Craning his neck to the side, Enzo took in her shocked expression and concluded that she was telling the truth. It wasn't like Eden would lie to him, he trusted her with his life, he really did, but he just didn't trust the company she kept and was very vocal about that.

Returning from a poor man's peace, he tried to keep his opinions to himself...tried. They instead talked about the plot of land she and her family owned in Jamaica that her mother had only recently inherited after her father passed. Portmore, it was beautiful and Eden hoped to visit soon because England was far too dull for her. Enzo said the same about Italy and even believed his true calling was leaving with his oldest brother and joining the rest of the family in New York.

Ah, their dreams kept them up at night.

"Now you do," he murmured.

"I'm sorry, is Stevie alright?" Eden felt extremely concerned about the man who always showed her kindness, even when it was least expected.

He slowly nodded, "He's making do, only a matter of time before there's a retaliation."

"Fuck," she breathed out, picturing the events that would play out if they didn't come to some sort of truce.

She felt even worse knowing that Tommy started it all because he discovered that Luca injured her, unintentionally but what did that matter?

Enzo's lips twitched, "Alls fair in love and war."

"Well, that's utter bullocks."

"Tell that to your diary."

"Fuck off," she playfully pinched him, just as he looped their arms again.

"Let me walk you home, tell you 'bout why you might not want to come down to little Italy any time soon," he advised, cautious of her safety and how his older brother would react to it, he said the same to Dorris.

"I'll come and visit you," she promised despite his precautions.

"Even bump into Mrs Granberry while you're at it."

Feigning offence, she gasped, "Never wish that on me. Take it back."

From the distance, an angry Tommy stumbled through the streets, after leaving the Garrison with many pints of beer and a few whiskeys in his system.

One week had passed since he'd seen or heard from Eden. Isaiah and Finn's birthdays came and went, and like twins, they shared the day. The junior bandits of the lane were six now and despite the celebration and the occasion Eden didn't speak to him.

Seven days of radio silence from the woman that took over his mind and stole his heart. Get lost, and she did. He wanted to go to her house but didn't want to risk running into her parents. He wanted to visit her job but it was too soon to be near any sick people. He knew if he asked Dorris to help him, she would just tell him to fuck off and Enzo wasn't a fucking option.

So as he stumbled down the lane, he tried focusing his eyes on anything, something that would calm him and settle the fury. 

And that's when he saw Eden Dawkins, in all her glory, giggling away, looking happy and healthy... but why?

He froze in his uneven stride when she saw the arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her body closer to the body of the man they belonged to.

Lorenzo fucking Changretta.

Nothing or no one could hold him back, he wasn't wearing rose-tinted glasses, but all he saw was red.

So he ran, despite his state, with one thing on his mind.

Eden's scream seemed to echo through the streets.

Enzo had been torn away from her and slammed on the ground, feeling nothing but sharp fists pound into his face, unrelenting and unforgiving.

Eden's gutwrenching screams just added to the noise that was in Tommy's chaotic mind.

With the blood spurting from Enzo's mouth and the bruises forming on his skin, the drunk Shelby didn't stop.

People peered out their windows to see the commotion, but quickly they drew their curtains fearing repercussions. 

"Tommy stop it please!" she screamed, feet clattering over to the pair, but the footsteps approaching made her stop, "Arthur!"  she yelled, thinking he would aid in rescuing her friend, but that wasn't the case. The oldest Shelby pulled her back, "Let me go! Enzo I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Tommy got off of him!"

She writhed in Arthurs's hold, cursing at the wind, yelling at her boyfriend and praying that it would all come to an end.

"Tommy!" She heard Arthur's voice, it didn't sound nearly as discouraging as she needed it to.

"Why are you doing this?!" Eden finally caught the drunken Shelby's attention, he kept his hands on Enzo's capels as he halted his carnage.

"What was he doing with his hands all over you?" he demanded, tone thick with whiskey and rage.

"Talkin', just talkin' you idiot!" she cried, keep trying to pull away from Arthur.

"That's not what it looked like!"

"But it's what it was!"

He ignored her cries and turned to his brother, who wasn't as intoxicated but recognised his wild side taking over his younger brother, the blood staining his fists as the Changretta painfully sturred on the ground, calling out for help.

But help could not come.

Seeing the look in his eyes and him reaching for his cap, Eden thought fast, trying to not let her emotions take over but it was too late for that.

The alcohol in Arthur's system allowed her to strike his gut with her elbow, resulting in him staggering back and letting her go.

Both Shelby's blue eyes doubled in size and mouths let in a harsh breath as she retrieved the knife tucked underneath her skirt and directed it at Tommy.

The wind blew over the tense silence.

Tears streamed down her face, but her hold remained stern.

"Eden put the knife away, you're gonna hurt yourself, love," Arthur voiced, the sight sobered him up in an instant. If only John wasn't at the betting shop or at odds with Tommy, he would be here to help, no doubt he was making his way, "Put it down."

Eden looked terrifyingly beautiful even when holding a weapon, her hand wasn't trembling and that's what scared Tommy.

She was sure of her decision, despite the emotions coating her face, the anger and pain swimming in her brown pools, she was sure.

"You would use that on me for 'im?!" Tommy spat, glaring down at the groaning man who was in a pool of blood, "You would go against me... for 'im?"

Her emotions are running wild, far wilder than mine, his thoughts blared.

Blood thumped in her ears as she came stalked towards him, wanting him to back away from Enzo, her best friend who hadn't done a thing to him – not directly – Enzo was like her brother and had been there for her through her highs and lows, the man that encouraged her career as a nurse even when she was unsure and when she thought about writing, he made sure to get her a diary every Christmas.

Tommy's anger didn't subside, but his darkened eyes grew slightly lighter as if the guilt of upsetting her was flooding through, he drove her to this. Emotions clouded her judgment yet he was the one to drive her to this.

"You've gone too far Tom," she choked out, watching Tommy slowly stand up and come closer. 

"You crossed the line, Eden."

"You crossed it first, you were hurtin' 'im, why Tom, why were you hurtin' 'im? He ain't done a thing to you, not a thing, and you keep attackin' 'im. You realise by hurtin' 'im you're hurtin' me, or don't you care?—"

"Get outta the way, Eden!"

She shook her head and from the corner of her eye, she could see John run over, stunned by what was happening and coming to stand by his oldest brother who also reached out for her.

The cheeky Shelby man never thought a day would come when Tommy was rendered defenceless by a local nurse whom he called his friend.

"Edie... put it down," John tried.

Eden stared ahead at Tommy, "You don't care, do ya? He's my friend, no fuck that, he's my brother, I love 'im, and I love you but... if you come near 'im again, I'll use this," she held up the knife as her voice cracked, "I'll use it against ya, don't make me, please don't make me."

"Put it down Edie girl." John kept trying, before turning to his brother, "Arthur!"

"John, shut up," Eden yelled as her grip slowly weakened. 

"All for him?" Tommy nodded to the groaning man in disgust.

Eden's lip quivered, "You hurt me."

"It was for you," Tommy whispered, "All this was for you,"

"Put it down, love," Arthur said quietly, they all watched as she lowered the knife.

Letting out a sharp breath, John silently cheered but Tommy remained stagnant.

"There you go," Arthur went to reach for the weapon but instead she tucked it away once again.

Eden ignored the silent pleas emitting from Tommy's eyes and brushed passed him, rushing to her best friend.

There was a mean gash below his now bruised eyes, that fluttered open and shut. His lip was busted open, which slurred his speech. Blood was like a second layer of skin that stained his flesh.

She could hardly recognise him.

"Oh Enzo," she let out a soft cry.

"Just leave him—" John received a glare as she helped up her injured friend, who could barely see, let alone stand.

But the adrenaline coursing through her veins allowed her to do the heavy lifting.

"I'm so sorry," she continued whispering to the delirious man.

"J-just get me home," he groaned, spitting out more blood at the Shelby's feet.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, struggling in her stride.

The three Shelby brothers watched on, one in despair, one in bemusement and the other in heartbreak. But they all wanted to scream, you do not fuck with the peaky fuckin' blinders...but Eden Dawkins sure as hell did.

Still yearning for the light in her eyes, Tommy stepped forward, "Eden lets go. Leave 'im."

He didn't think she would stop, but when she did she let out a laugh, a laugh of disbelief that contained little to no humour.

"You ignored me when I looked after you and you think your claim over me is still strong? The cheek of you."

And just like that, she set him off all over again.

Tommy jabbed his finger at the Changretta, "The cheek of 'im."

"Oh fuck off Thomas. It's done — better yet," Eden reached for the necklace around her neck, earning shocked expressions from both Arthur and John, all while Tommy's face fell. She chucked it at the cheeky Shelby, knowing her...  ex-boyfriend wouldn't take it, "don't talk to me again."

Snatching out of his brother's hands, he stalked after the struggling pair, with purpose and pride.

"Put it back on now. Eden! Get back here now and put it on!" He yelled, but she didn't stop walking, even if her feet hurt, she needed to help her best friend, even if he wouldn't have any memory of it. 

"Don't speak to me like that! You can keep your fuckin' necklace! Stay away from me!”

"Put it back on!" His hoarse voice caused her to blink away more of her tears. She promised she wouldn't take it off, "You promised Eden!"

If John placed a bet on if his brother would ever get his heart broken, he would've bet against it but now, after seeing the torn and broken look on Tommy's face, he would be beaten. Both he and Arthur thought it was unnerving to see as were the tears trickling down their brother's perfectly shaped cheeks.

Tommy always thought he and Eden were made for each other, though, that didn't mean they were made to last did it?

She had always been daring and prideful, and that her rage would only need to be set off by a single match. 

....And Tommy just realized that he'd finally started the fire.

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a/n:

this is the end of the first act of until we meet again. how are we feeling? i mean our girl is calling him thomas not tommy so...

eden finally pulled out that knife and although she didn't put it to use (not really) she took a stand, by defending and protecting someone she loved against...someone she loved.

considering that tommy directly went to enzo (out of jealousy, resentment and more) instead of being sly about his attacks due to his drunkenness/ grieving, he's fucked up, on the biggest scale. eden went as far to give back his mothers necklace, is there any coming back from that?

also i took a lot of inspiration from an old film cillian was in called "disco pigs" it's on youtube and it's amazing but also very unnerving.

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #tommy and eden #tommyshelby and edendawkins #tommy shelby x oc #Tommyshelbyxblackreader #tommy shelby x black reader #edendawkins #eden dawkins #peakyblinders fic

[eddysocs]

Peaky Blinders OC Masterlist

Name: Angelica Morley

Face Claim: Vanessa Kirby

Love Interest: Alfie Solomons

Fic Title: Angel's Gambit

Plot Summary: Alfie doesn’t expect a young woman at his meeting with a potential ally. Nor does he expect that she was in fact the person he was supposed to be taking the meeting with. A gang leader in her own right, Angelica is looking for a partner, a face for her business and Alfie seems like the perfect man for the job.

Name: Benedetta Moretti

Face Claim: Erin Richards

Love Interest: Luca Changretta

Fic Title: Can’t Keep A Good Girl Down

Plot Summary: Benedetta Moretti is supposed to be dead. But when she walks back into Luca Changretta’s life and business, it’s clear she’s anything but. What her reappearance means for Luca’s dealings with the Peaky Blinders has yet to be seen, as Benedetta always has an agenda of her own.

Name: Elena Barnum

Face Claim: Lea Seydoux

Love Interest: Polly Gray

Fic Title: Along Came Polly

Plot Summary: Elena meets Tommy at The Garrison, and he takes an interest in her. She knows who he is, and finds him charming, so she begins a relationship with him. One day, he takes her to a family meeting on last minute notice and everything changes for her. She becomes one of the family essentially, but drifts away from Tommy and toward Polly.

Name: Gloria Astor

Face Claim: Hayley Atwell

Love Interest: Tommy Shelby

Fic Title: Without A Stitch

Plot Summary: Gloria did her time in the war as a nurse until her older brother George went MIA. She then cut all her long hair off and went to the front, effectively taking his place. She came back to Small Heath a changed woman and took over George’s tailoring business. When the Peaky Blinders come in looking for handouts, Gloria doesn’t take kindly to them. After all, she’s got to make a living, she can’t just go around giving out suits for free now can she? And it certainly doesn’t matter how charming their leader is.

Name: Rosalind Alcott

Face Claim: Michelle Dockery

Love Interest: Arthur Shelby

Fic Title: Fight Or Flight

Plot Summary: There’s no reason Rosalind Alcott should be in Birmingham. It’s only on the whim of her brother and his fiancée that Roz is at a fight at all. When she sees the way Arthur Shelby fights, Rosalind falls a little bit in love with him. So she goes back to Birmingham on her own and begins a secret romance with him.

#peaky blinders oc masterlist #peaky blinders ocs #oc: angelica morley #oc: benedetta moretti #oc: elena barnum #oc: gloria astor #oc: rosalind alcott

[shelbystales]

Masterlist

Tommy Shelby X Reader

Legend: 🔞 smut 💕 Fluff 🌩 Angst

One-shot:

Time off 💕 : Tommy gets home after a long day at work and you are not waiting for him like you normally do and finds you sick in bed.

Obey 🔞 : Family meetings, they’re a big thing around the Shelbys… They happen quite often and they can be messy. But what happens when Y/N doesn’t agree with Thomas Shelby in front of everyone?

Little Girl 🔞 💕 : During the war with the Changrettas, you discover that you are expecting another baby. Tommy points out by y/n's symptoms that it’s a different pregnancy and assumes it’s a little girl on the way, but he doesn’t really like it… or does he?

Let It Burn 🌩: You get sick of waiting for him to change. You need him to listen to you. Maybe trying to set fire to his opium will do?

Story time 💕: 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.

Stay 🔞🌩💕: Tommy realizes that despite him trying to avoid it, he loves and needs you.

Tomato plants 🔞 💕:You are Tommy's friend, but one night, when he walks through your window, everything you know about your relationship with him changes.

500 followers celebration: These are short one shots I wrote based on prompts. hope you like them:

- 1 (it was open and I read it),

- 2 (I meant it when I said for better or for worse)

Series Ongoing:

Queen of Heart: Y/N Hughes is a businesswoman. She owns a transport company with her brother Cris in Birmingham. She runs into the Peaky Blinders and ends up doing business with them, but as business goes, they end up falling for each other. But they have a turbulent way to go, is their relationship ready for the test?

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - Not being continued for now

Honor and Blood: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you. (Check the > Moodboard)

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23

Unhealed Love: You and Tommy have history… a long one but to cut the story short he pushed you away, shut you out of his life without giving you a chance to try another path… a path together, but you felt so angry at him that you didn’t want to try it either. Maybe it was better this way... more than ten years passed and you thought you'd had your time to heal but one day was all it took to destroy that idea of getting over Tommy Shelby.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Best Aid: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don't know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will. (Modern Tommy)

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Cillian Murphy X Reader

Series Ongoing:

Ceramics lessons: after much insistence from his sister, Cillian attends a ceramics class with her. To his surprise, he feels a connection to the teacher, you. Will this connection go any further or will it be smashed like a bad ceramic project?

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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[nineteenninety-six]

Rescued

Requested by @rochyu​

She didn't know how long she had been in the dingy cell. Hours? Days? Weeks? Who knows at this point. For however long she had been there; she was only given water and stale bread and one of her ankles had been chained up.

The chain only extended enough to the point where she could walk to the other side of the cell but that was it.

When she first woke up there she had screamed and shouted herself hoarse, then she had thrown up from pure fear. She had seen the men that took security rounds and the man who delivered her meagre meals speak Italian and instantly knew that she had been kidnapped because of the feud between the Shelby's and the Changretta’s.

She was just a spare part that could be killed off to no extra effect. Sure she was married to John but she doubted Tommy or Polly would allow John to get revenge if the Italians had killed her. They wouldn't want the war to go on for any longer. Especially not for her.

Whether or not John agrees with them... Well, we'll just have to find out.

Slowly she brought her hands down to her belly and rested tem there as if she was protecting it. She was pregnant and she had been on her way to John to tell him, too excited to wait until he returned home when she was snatched off the streets and dragged off to wherever she was now.

Was the baby going to survive this? She hoped so. It was her first child with John and even with his older children with his late wife, they wanted to expand their family even more.

Even though she didn't know how long she had been gone, she was certain enough that John had noticed something was amiss.

That's what she hoped and prayed for as she drifted to sleep wanting the next day to be better.

The loud creaking of her cell door opening woke (Y/N) from her sleep and in walked

Luca Changretta had a smarmy smirk on his face as he took in her dishevelled state.

"What do you want from me? "(Y/N) spoke first.

"I want revenge for the deaths of my brother and father"

"Your brother killed my sister-in-law and so, he and your father paid the price"

(Y/N) didn't know where this bravery and attitude was coming from but placed it from being stuck in an underground cell with no food or water and so she was going to make it known that she was pissed off at the mafia man.

Luca's up curled up in a sneer at her words, "Watch your mouth. If you're not careful it'll get you in trouble."

(Y/N) scoffed under her breath but kept her mouth shut and let Luca speak

"I'm going to use you to get your husband and his family here then I'II kill you in front of them before I kill them."

Dread coiled in her stomach and (Y/N) felt the urge to throw up. His words were a promise.

"But we can't have you looking like that when they arrive" Luca spoke again.

(Y/N) was confused, she was dirty and grimy after sitting in the cell for a few days but she wasn't in a terrible state and she didn't understand what he meant until he smacked her.

It was another message.

He beat her until she was bruised and bloody before he finally left but not before spitting at her feet and all (Y/N) could do was curl up in the corner.

Not long after he leaves the cell door creaks open again and (Y/N) flinches, scared that he's already back for another beating but the footsteps are light and the hand on her shoulder are soft and gentle as they turn her around.

It was a young woman probably around the same age as her and she said nothing as she cleaned (Y/N)s wounds.

"I need to get out of here... please"

The young woman only pursed her lips as she continued cleaning her wounds and for a moment (Y/N) feared she didn't speak English but she tried again.

(Y/N) grabbed her hand to get her attention and pleaded again, "I need to get back to my husband... I'm pregnant"

Something in the young woman’s eyes changed when (Y/N) brought her hand to her belly and nodded.

"I will tell your husband, tell me where he is" She spoke up, her voice a whisper.

At first (Y/N) wanted to argue and convince her to help her escape but then she realised that would be much more dangerous and would only make Luca madder plus the young woman seemed to be a captive as well and if Luca found out that she helped her escape, it wouldn't end well for her. She could slip out unnoticed compared to her, it was the best they were going to get.

"Watery Lane, ask for John Shelby my husband or Tommy Shelby, his brother"

The young woman nodded and quickly left and all (Y/N) could do was hope that help arrived soon.

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The young woman returned a few hours later, slipping into the cell crawling next to (Y/N) in the corner and giving (Y/N) a glass of water.

"I found Tommy Shelby. "she whispered, "I told him about you."

"Is he coming? "(Y/N) whispered back.

The woman nodded, "says he'll come soon with men and guns"

That was reassuring, it had meant that the Shelby's were going to bring this place down to its foundation and take Luca down with it. It would be a large-scale operation.

"Did you see John? "(Y/N) asked after taking a sip of water, desperate to know.

"Red hair?"

(Y/N) shook her head but smiled anyway knowing that John would come for her.

"What's your name?" she asked the woman, now focused on getting to know her now that she knows John is coming to get her.

“Rose”

“Thank you for helping me Rose, we’ll get you out of here as well”

Rose smiled at her before curling up to her side and they delved into silence waiting until they were rescued, which came a few hours later when a large boom rocked the building.

(Y/N) and Rose jumped to their feet as the cell slightly shook, dust and light debris floated to the floor before the sound of gunfire erupted and (Y/N) felt grateful that she was tucked away from the war that was happening upstairs.

The sound of footsteps scuttering down the stairs set (Y/N) in a defensive position even if she had nothing to defend herself with but the sight of Finn relieved her.

“(Y/N)!” Finn shouted as he ran down the stairs and pulled the cell door open, “Thank god you’re okay”

He pulled her into a hug which she happily returned, it was good to see a familiar face.

“Let’s get you two out of here” Finn ushered them from the cell and started to go back up the stairs, gun in hand.

“Wait, where’s John?!”

“Dealing with Luca. We managed to catch them off guard and take them down, John’s just dealing the final blow to Luca.”

Reassured, (Y/N) starts to follow Finn back upstairs, “Tommy let him?”

“Doubt he gave Tommy a choice”

With a smile on her lips, (Y/N) followed Finn out of the building where some of the Peaky men and vehicles were and stood by them waiting for the three eldest brothers to come out. Finn had offered to drive her back so she could get some medical attention but was determined to stay out there and wait for John, she didn’t want to delay it any longer.

Thirty minutes later and outwalked the three of them and (Y/N) couldn’t help but immediately run into John’s arms. He swept her up equally as eager to see her as she did him and pulled her close to him, kissing her with all the love he could possibly put in here.

“You came for me” (Y/N) sobbed out.

“Of course I did” John assured her a few tears slipping out, “I love you, you’re my wife”

Seeing it as good as a time as ever, (Y/N) spills her secret.

“I was coming to tell you that I was pregnant but…” (Y/N) trails off after realising that she may not be after what Luca did.

John caught on, “It’s okay, we’ll go to the doctor tomorrow okay? All that matters now is that you’re in my arms and you’re safe.”

(Y/N) nods and wraps her arms around him again for another hug which John easily returns along with a kiss.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #x reader #imagines #john shelby imagines #john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader

[cillspropertea]

Flipped

Chapter 10: Tin cans 

The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

 Warnings: mentions of war and death.

 This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay.   The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

 Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

 Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

  Word count: 3118

Earlier that evening…

    The drive back from the funeral had been awkwardly silent. After getting out of the car Thomas had stomped off to his office after ordering Frances not to disturb him, loud enough for Esmeralda’s ears too. ‘As if I’m dying for his company…’ she scoffed while passing by his office door which he had loudly shut just then, she noticed movement in the room right next to it. The door next to the office was slightly ajar and she could swear she had seen a shadow move in there. Feeling brave for no certain reason, and irritated for one very obvious one, she kicked the door open loudly. The now opened door revealed a young man with a moustache in what seemed like cloths for a cook. “What are you doing here?” She had asked, her words firm and cautious. “Good evening miss…. I was just … um leaving…” the guy looked out of sorts, stuttering and trying to walk past her as soon as possible, but Esmeralda stood her ground and did not move. “I asked you a question. Who are you and what are you doing here?” she stared at him. He looked down and then suddenly, as if looking at the cloths had helped him remember, he had answered, “I work in the kitchens Ma’am. I was just about to leave…” and before Esmeralda could further interrogate him he was gone. She looked at Thomas’s door right next to her. Something did not feel right to her. The way this man was in this room. But maybe she was overthinking. She wanted to share this incident with someone as she knew there were threats to this family right now. But the only responsible person in the house right now, was being a prick and she had no intentions of making it worse for herself, so she had made a mental note of telling Polly about this, first thing in the morning, when she returned.

    She entered her room and decided to change out of the black dress as it still smelled like ash. She was just in the process of unzipping it when a hand clasped around her neck while a hand covered her mouth. Someone had grabbed her from behind. She struggled to break free but the person was   too danm strong. With their mouth right next to her ear they whispered, “I just need to talk signorina. It is important. I swear, I mean no harm to you.” Esmeralda was anything but calm, she knew she had to scream, just once and someone would come to her rescue. When the guy noticed she was still not calming down he said, “It is about your father Aberama Gold.” Her eyes widened but she stopped struggling. Slowly he removed his hold from her form and took three steps back. Turning she stared at him. “Speak!” he gulped.

    In hurried speech and a thick Italian accent, the man, whose name was Antonio, explained how he was a relative of the Changretta’s, the Italian family whose man, Vicente Changretta, was killed by the Shelby’s because of his involvement in Thomas’s wife’s murder. Luca Changretta, his eldest son, who had recently returned to the city, had now served a black hand to the Shelby’s to settle the vengeance, hence the vendetta. “And what does Aberama Gold has to do with all this?” Esmeralda asked, still on guard as Antonio was very slyly blocking the door, he talked while resting his back on it. “Luca believes in that saying, it goes something like… keeping the enemy of the enemy closer or something…” Esmeralda still couldn’t understand so he explained further, “Your father seeks revenge from the Shelby’s”. “Revenge for what?” she asked, “For humiliating him, for taking away his daughter…” Esmeralda rolled her eyes as she started rubbing her temple agitatedly. “We were eventually going to involve you as your father knew how easily you could get us the info…” she cut him off, “Stop calling him my father!” she gritted. Antonio smiled, and in that moment Esmeralda knew his smile would lace her worst nightmares. There was something very… menacing about it, about him. “He did say you would be angry with him.” This infuriated her more. How convenient for him to remember he has a daughter when he needs a spy to accomplish his vengeance and feed his ego. ‘How can he still talk about me like that? Had he completely forgotten what he has done to me? Or am I so conveniently available to him that he thinks I’ll simply answer to his commands like always?’

    “What is the purpose of you being in my room right now? And I want a straightforward answer!” she made sure Antonio knew she was not joking. He took a deep breath, “We need you to help us with the vendetta.”

    “And what makes you think I’ll do that?” she asked, unblinking. “Vengeance of course. You see Miss Esmeralda, we know everything that transpired between your family and the Shelby’s. Don’t you want Mr. Shelby punished? Don’t you want him to feel the pain and anguish you have felt because of his actions? Surely you would want to see the man behind your misery and torment to suffer wouldn’t you?” She blinked, coercing him to talk further. “Your father is helping Luca with the weapons and men and in return, he only asks to be one of the audience when the Shelbys are killed.” “So you mean this isn’t just about Thomas?” she asked, a little alert now. “No, one by one, each and every one of the Shelbys will be killed. Thomas will be last of course, first we will kill his kin, his strength. His brothers and sisters, his uncles and that Aunt of his, Aunt Polly right? Yeah…”

    “I do not want to be involved in any of this…” He did not let her complete her sentence, “You don’t have to answer straight away… You have until tomorrow to answer me.” He said cocking his head. “And what makes you think I won’t simply go running downstairs to Mr. Shelby and tell him about you and the plan eh?” Esmeralda breathed. “Vengeance signorina vengeance… I see it burning in your eyes right now…” he said before closing the door behind him.

 (At night, the same day, in the kitchen…)

“…I want revenge on Thomas Shelby…” Antonio shook his head, “I knew it… I fucking knew it… Boss will be so danm happy to hear that!” Esmeralda put a finger up, “But I have one condition.”

    “And what is that signorina?” he asked, all humor gone now. “When the time comes, I want to be the one who pulls the trigger.” Her voice strong and unwavering. “You’d hate to hear it but once again I cannot help but think of the resemblance between you and your father…”she raised her brow, “He wanted to off Pollyanna Gray too. Said he had some unfinished business regarding an old lover or something…” she simply looked down, “I don’t care about anything else, if I get to kill Thomas with my own hands, you’ve got yourself a deal.” Esmeralda said rubbing her pointed shoe in a circle on the floor. “It’ll take some convincing, but I’m sure Luca will understand…” He smirked.

 Thomas Shelby

    It had been a week to the funeral. Esme was still at her mother’s as Thomas stood in his office. Arthur, Ada, Polly and Polly’s son Michael sat in the chairs adjacent to his table as heavy, whip like bullet shots could be heard, one after the other in the background. “The problem is that we cannot get a hold of their boss Luca!” (Another shot)

    “He’s gone underground Tommy. We’ve searched everywhere, used every connection…” Arthur explained. (A shot again) “What about the tip we got from Alfie’s men? About him being in Liverpool?” Arthur shook his head, “He was there, but somehow got to know about us at the last moment.” (Another shot) “Fuck! Fucking hell!” Tommy smacked the wooden table before slumping on his chair and lighting a cigarette.

    “But how could he know? We only discussed it here?” Polly questioned, talking more to herself than anyone else. “That is what I’ve been thinking…” (One more shot) Tommy said looking at the ceiling. Losing a breath he continued. “Ada, I want you, Michael, Linda, Finn and Charles along with the kids to move in to the safe-house in the countryside until this is over…” Ada interrupted him, “But what about the business?” “And the legitimate dealings?” Michael agreed with Ada and further added, “I swear Tommy this will cost us too much…” “I cannot loose anyone else Michael?” Tommy shouted, “The family needs to be safe… no matter what the cost!” (Another shot) Tommy’s stern voice softened, “Until the vendetta is over, all the business will be done over the phone with secured lines. It’s already been taken care of in the safe-house.” All of them nodded and the meeting was dismissed. Thomas stood up and watched outside the big window behind him. Esmeralda was trying to shoot empty tin cans as Curly assisted her. She had managed to shoot all of them down but was struggling to target one last one, right in the middle of the table.

    Everyone left except Polly, “And what about her?” She asked. “She can go with them if she wants, there is no threat to her as I assume she isn’t family but by all means…” (Another loud shot) The bullet shots had started to give Tommy a headache. “What exactly is she doing?” He turned, taking his glasses off. “Don’t know. She just asked for a gun and bullets from me a few days back. Maybe she’s imagining people she hates while doing it. Said she’s practicing her shooting skills for something. I seriously did not interrogate too much. If this helps her get in terms with her… issues, then so be it…” clearly she was telling this to Tom so he wouldn’t disturb her or disrupt her therapeutic gun shooting sessions either. “I worry about her you know…” she stood up and continued, casually observing the book collections on the shelves, “And I was thinking…”. “Thinking what Pol?” Thomas asked as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. It was quite early for drinking but not for the Shelby’s of course. “I know she is older than him and all but… I was thinking of talking to Michael about her…” Thomas’s grip on his glass wavered as he dropped it on the floor. “What did you just say?” he asked. Polly frowned at the anger in Thomas’s voice. “You know, get her married to Michael. I already consider her my daughter and obviously she won’t always be living like this. She needs her own family, her own setup. Hopefully that’ll help her forget about all that has happened with her…”

    “Really Pol? Really? You want to play match-maker, right in the middle of a fucking vendetta?” Thomas said irritated. “What are you getting so upset about? It’s just a thought and I …” He cut her off, “There is always a time for every discussion Pol… not right now… Just please don’t fuck with my head right now okay?” she held her palms up “Okay, alright… I’m leaving…” She left as Tommy looked at the broken glass on the floor. Closing his eyes he lit a cigarette and walked towards the window again. The girl had just turned in time to catch him watching her. She loading her gun without looking away from his face and this time when she shot the gun, it hit right on target. Thomas chuckled and got back to work.

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    It had been three weeks since the funeral and three weeks since Esmeralda had agreed to work for the Changrettas. Most of the family had left to live in some countryside house, the whereabouts of which were kept confidential, even from her. Aunt Polly had asked her to leave with them too. “Would I be able to shoot with my gun there?” she’d asked. “No, it is a hiding place Esmeralda, the shooting would give it away…” Polly had answered. “So it’s settled then, I’m not going anywhere.”

    Since then it had only been Arthur, Polly and Tommy in the Arrow house. Esmeralda was keeping watch on everybody. Where they went, what their plans were for the next day. The phones were tapped and a woman named Maggie from the exchange made sure Tommy knew about every phone call that was made from the house. So Esmeralda would have to go down in the basement every night at midnight to feed the acquired information to Antonio, who then sent the written details and info out with the butcher boy every early morning.

    Polly had been spending all of her spare time with Esmeralda. She would talk about old stories and ancient legends, sometimes about her own family. She told her about the war, how when all the men had gone, the women had taken charge and she had handled all the business herself. “We are capable of much more than we are forced to believe my dear…” she said puffing a cigarette while you sipped your evening tea. “What was it like? Being in charge…” she asked.

    “Being the boss you mean?... hmm” she smiled, “Scary at first, difficult to the least but liberating in the end…” That made Esmeralda smile too. Polly loved it when she was able to make her smile. She tried to do it as often as possible. Unfortunately she only succeeded half of the times. “And the men? Did they feel more masculine and free after the war too?” Polly sighed at this question.

    “Nope. It was the opposite really. We sent men there, but got half dead creatures who had been robbed of emotions and all sense of love and sensibility.” “Violence changes a person. It’s understandable.” Esmeralda nodded, “No” Polly said sternly, “Death is what affected them there. The fact that the person you’re having your piss like beer with right now, could be heaving their last breath tomorrow with their guts hanging out did it too…” Polly realized her tone had become too harsh so she took in a deep breath and looked away. “So that is why Thom…. The boys are the way they are? Because of the war?” she concentrated on the lemon cake in her plate, slowly grating it with her fork. “Arthur was always hot tempered. The war did nothing to control it that’s for sure. And John well, he sort of nurtured his experience into improving himself. It had turned him into a softy actually. I can’t believe he isn’t there anymore.” Polly’s eyes watered, “He truly loved his brothers, looked up to them, especially Tommy. Always Tommy. Their father was never present in their lives anyway so subconsciously John did respect Tommy as the Man of the house, we all did… do” Esmeralda put a hand on her shoulder, “I truly didn’t mean to upset you Polly. I’m sorry” Polly sniffled, “Its jus that it hasn’t been that long and…” She looked up trying to control her emotions, “We knew this business would have consequences. We always knew that. But Tommy I feel has forgotten we all are mortals with limitations. At least we are if he has promoted himself to be a God!” she gritted.

    “The war affected him the most, he was never like this. Never so dead, so … numb.” Polly took a sip of her tea and continued. “He used to laugh. Truly laugh!” a smile came to her lips, “The first time I saw him crack was when Greta had died.” Esmeralda’s eyes shot up. “Who is Greta?” she asked, still trying to keep her voice as normal as possible. She didn’t want to seem too interested, even though she was bubbling with curiosity. “She was his first love. We actually thought she was the one for him. She gave him a lot of tough time but then eventually she did fall for him too. They wanted to get married but right before the war she had gotten sick and died of consumption.”

    “The war solidified his grief and his heart. He truly became emotionless after it. But when Grace, his wife, came into his life, she thawed his iced heart a little. I did not like her one bit, but the way Tommy had started to come to life in her company, I had ignored the fact that she had betrayed our family to a fucking inspector. Did you know she was a secret agent and tried to get us all killed?” Esmeralda shook her head. The fact was that she did not know anything about the Shelby’s before getting here. Even staying in the very same house, she did not have an appetite for gossip, so asking questions and trying to pry for stories and tales was out of the question. But the way Polly was telling everything it seemed as if they were quite a popular and much talked about family in the city. She further told her some funny stories from the pre-war times. “There was this young lad who would bully Ada all the time. Belonged to a good family, kept on calling her ‘Gypsy scum’ whenever he saw her. One day when she came home crying, all three of them decided to teach him a lesson. They picked him up and took him to a secluded warehouse…” Esmeralda’s eyes widened, “To beat him up… kill him?” Polly laughed, “No. to get him married to her!” “What?” she couldn’t believe it. “They had done the whole set up there. Johnny Doggs was supposed to be the priest and all!” she laughed so hard that her cheeks turned red. “The poor lad was so scared of the prospect of getting attached to a gypsy, he almost peed himself!” Esmeralda laughed too, “But what did you do when you got to know about it?”

    “Got to know? I was right there!” Esmeralda’s expression made her laugh even harder, “It was just a bit of fun really. Oh! Those were the good times. No money but lots of laughter. Now its money, ambition, power…. Everything except… happiness.” Polly sighed loudly.  She could not imagine any of them like this. Ever since she’d met them, her own tribulations aside, they all seemed to have a gloomy cloud above their heads.

     She abruptly got up causing Polly to raise her brows, “Where are you going?” she did not meet her eyes when she replied, “To practice my shooting.”

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[daisies-and-buttercups]

“Love and War / Chapter II″ - Luca Changretta x reader

Summary: Waking up to an empty bed and the words that Luca left for you, you soon realise that everything is going to go down today, and you’ll soon have to pick a side. 

A/N: I swear that this post took me at least three tries, tumblr kept deleting and/or messing up the formatting so I’m really hoping that this is worth it lol 💕

Words: 2.7k

Chapter I Chapter III

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The next morning you shifted in bed, stretching your arms in search of your lover’s body, but all you felt was the crumpling sheets, still warm from where his body was not too long ago. You groaned, sitting up and scanning the room, eyebrows scrunched into a tired look. If you had to guess what had happened the night before just by looking at your room you wouldn’t have had any clues. Your clothes were neatly folded by the chair and there was no other evidence that anything had indeed happened. No clothes abandoned on the floor, no man lying next to you. 

You walked down the stairs almost second guessing yourself, thinking over the night's events while you prepared a cup of coffee that you so desperately craved. Taking a big sip your eyes landed on the small table by the door, only usually adorned by a small plate for your keys and some letters that you hadn’t gotten around to opening yet, now decorated by a beautiful bouquet. You never had flowers around, the item useless and expensive, not something that you could afford with your paycheque, but just with their presence they lit the room up, their delicate perfume filling your lungs. You smiled and walked up to them, lifting the small card up to read it. A simple phrase full of adoration and love, with a few words in Italian, made you blush at the love you felt, but the final sentence made your heart drop. 

If today is kind with my soul, I shall meet you in your dreams tonight, mio amore.

His handwriting was smooth and elegant with each word, but the last sentence was slightly messy, revealing his feelings maybe more than he was used to. His fear. He didn’t think he’d make it back.

So today was the day. 

You scurried over to the phone, picking it up and calling the Shelbys, hoping that someone, anyone, would answer, but no one did. There was no point in leaving the house, you wouldn’t know where to find them and you had no way of knowing where Luca was either. There were many places where this showdown could happen, and even if you found it, what were you going to do? You couldn’t just waltz in hoping not to get shot. Still, the mix of emotions in your chest made you dizzy. Why didn’t he say anything? You dreaded the images that flashed before your eyes, first that of Tommy’s lifeless body, still clutching his gun, then that of Luca, tumbling as a bullet hit him square in the chest.  Tears fell as you pictured those scenarios, but knew that that was all they were. They weren’t real. But even knowing that, you couldn’t stop pacing around the room, counting the minutes and going over the events of the past few weeks.  You didn’t know how to feel about this whole ordeal. You never forgot how Tommy and his family welcomed you when you had been left with nothing, giving you a job, food, inviting you over for drinks and celebrations, but as much as you dreamed of it, you’d never be part of them. You fit in, but not fully. You weren’t part of their circle, but you were part of their “clean” life. Tommy made sure to to leave you out of the dirty deeds, even if you gathered what happened behind closed doors, and by doing so he shut you out of the only part of their life that would make you fully fit in with them. Then Luca arrived, and the calls, on the phone that Thomas brought just for you, since you couldn’t afford one in any other way, started becoming less frequent, with less news. No more talking about the business, no more working by their side, no more gossiping with Ada or Polly on Saturday evenings. You still got your salary, somehow left by your door with nothing else attached to it, not even a note, but that didn’t change the stark difference in your routine. You barely felt like family, or whatever you had ended up being, anymore. You felt even more left out now. So when Luca came around and actually listened to you, and talked to you, and shared his interests while asking about yours, you felt appreciated, loved. You had found somewhere where you fitted.  And now here you stood, weary of whose death you’d have to cry at the end of the day.

It took hours for the phone to ring with news, which made you jump into alertness, rushing over to answer. “Where is he?” You stayed quiet for a moment, fully expecting to hear Polly’s or Ada’s voice, not Tommy’s. He was alive, and clearly Polly had told him about your meeting with the Italian. “Where is-” “Where is he?” he raised his voice in unison to the loud sound you heard not far from him, probably his fist banging against the table.  So they still were both alive. You let a breath out that you were unaware you had been holding, gripping your clothes tightly, adrenaline running in your veins from the news.  He didn’t usually raise his voice, so his anger was evident, yet you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or at Luca. He clearly had gotten away, and the thought of that was enough to lift that weight off your chest. “I don’t know, Thomas.”  “You knew last night, though, didn’t you? When he was in your bed? Bet it felt good, eh, fucking the enemy?” You didn’t answer, your face blushing in shame and anger. He had no right to spy into your personal life. You knew that in his books you were on the wrong side of the war they were fighting, but his words were harsh, cutting through you without any of the warmth they once held. “Don’t defend a fucking wop. Tell me.” “I don’t know where he is. But this has to end, Thomas, this war you’re-” “Why don’t you tell that to your friend?” He pronounced the last word with sarcasm and hatred, but what hurt him was the betrayal he felt when you made it clear that you cared about him.  “I already did. I told him I support neither of your ways. Just stop, someone’s gonna get hurt.“ “And it would be a shame if you got caught in the crossfire.” he spat out, the silence ringing in your ears as if his threat were a slap. “Goodnight, Thomas.” You replied, slamming the phone down, not even sure if he was still there to hear you but not willing to argue anymore. You didn’t stop walking around the halls, hoping that someone else would tell you more about what actually went down, still in the dark, but no one did. 

That night you laid in bed, thinking over everything that had happened, or at least what you knew. The fairytale routine you had fallen in with Luca, the fancy restaurants, chivalrous words and tender kisses were taken away from you so soon after they started, leaving you desperate for what you had started growing so used to. Had it not been for the vendetta, he’d probably be here next to you right now, drawing circles on your shoulders with his fingertips, kissing you softly. But he wasn’t here, and all you knew was that he must’ve been alive somehow, since Tommy had no idea as to where he could’ve been.  Standing up you took a few steps towards the small balcony, desperate for some fresh air. There was barely enough space to stand on it so you leaned on the window frame, spotting someone moving away just as you glanced down towards the back street. Had you been in a less emotional state you’d have never chased after them, but right now all you wanted were answers.  You turned the corner, losing your balance as you slammed into someone, but their hands held you up, pulling you against them.  “You shouldn’t have come out here, principessa. You never know who might linger in the dark.” With your mouth agape you stood still for a moment, realising who was standing in front of you and finally wrapping your arms around him, colliding with his chest once more. He let out a low chuckle, melting into your embrace and holding you, feeling your heartbeat calm him down, a natural remedy that only you could provide. Your tears fell freely, wetting his coat while you shivered against him. “Well, lucky me then.” you joked, breathing in his scent, the notes of sandalwood surrounding you. “What happened?”  “Nothing. The police got in the way.” he shrugged lightly, his hands still around your waist, pulling you against him. “Thomas was looking for you. He called me.” he nodded, looking around the street for any signs of someone spying on them, but no one was around at this time, but he didn’t care either way. “I’m leaving for Camden Town. I won’t be back for a few days, so you won’t see me for a bit.” “And what are you going to do in Camden Town?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. He wouldn’t stop, and there was only one man in London that had a strong connection to Tommy, and not always a good one. You had never met Alfie Solomons, but you knew enough about him to know where this was going. “Not important. I came to get a goodbye kiss.” his eyes crinkled as he smiled, lifting your chin with his fingers and finding his mouth, kissing you with an initial softness, growing into a hunger that he couldn’t afford right now. He groaned, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead to yours. “What are you planning, Luca?”  “Goodnight, dear.”  “It’s not gonna end well.” “Goodnight, dear.” He repeated, kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment more, before urging you to walk back home, waiting until you were out of sight to slip away, walking towards the car that would take him to London. 

You spent days waiting for something, but there was nothing. No calls, no letters, no news.  You picked a few books off your bookshelf, books you had never had the time to read, and scanned the pages, not managing to focus on more than a few pages. It was that dark feeling in your chest that you couldn’t ignore, and the lack of news only made it worse, feeding your mind with the most horrible scenarios.  It felt like a blessing, if only for a short moment, when a call arrived shortly after dinner. You were resting your head on the sofa, singing along to some old songs while you stared at your hands, the concept of time slowly slipping away, when you received the news, making you sit up in disbelief. Polly had been brief, delivering the news and nothing more, leaving you clutching your telephone and staring into thin air for what felt like hours. She hadn’t said anything more, leaving you with the feelings that surrounded you. Sadness, rage, hopelessness… everything was bubbling in your chest, a feeling of guilt coating everything, making you feel like you were somehow at fault here, like you hadn’t prevented this.  You paced around for most of the night, only pausing your wondering when the realisation hit you again, big tears slipping past your eyes as you recalled the memories of the times shared, stopping your incessant actions at the faint knock at the door early in the morning. “I saw your light on.” he looked behind you, his lips twitching up for a short moment, only to fall back into a stoic look when he met your gaze, clearly seeing the tears that you tried to wipe away before opening the door, your eyes red with sadness and rage. “Tell me you didn’t.”  It was a whisper, one that made his heart break. It wasn’t just your expression, nor the redness under your eyes, but your moving away from the door, as if you feared him.  “Alfie Solomons-” he started, willing to offer an explanation for his deeds. “I don’t care about Alfie! I asked you to stop this after the vendetta happened!” you shouted, getting closer just to throw punches at his chest, yet no matter your anger you were nothing but gentle, barely making him flinch.  “He didn’t stop either.”  “Because he’s stubborn. He’s-” “I am too. He killed my men. Just ‘cause you were closer to Arthur doesn’t mean that the death of my men means nothing.” “I don’t want to be part of this anymore.” you announced, slipping from his grasp and moving away, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. “You never were a part of this.”  “Maybe not, but with how things are going I’m going to end up as collateral damage.” “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. Even if you stood by him, I wouldn’t-” You turned and walked up the stairs, ignoring his words and grabbing your traveling bag from the wardrobe as he made his way up, scoffing but following you into the bedroom nonetherless.  You picked your clothes and folded them quickly, placing them in the bag and throwing a couple other belongings in.  “What are you doing?” He asked, sitting on your bed and stopping your movements by holding your hips, his touch delicate, in harsh contrast with his look. He always felt so… different around you. Delicate, careful, loving. Little things, like the way he remembered what wine you liked, or some of your little quirks, or the softness of his touches when he was near you. After the night where you both fell into your bed, he’d become more open with showing his affection, but before that he never really shied away from it either. His hand gently cradling the small of your back when guiding you into a restaurant, or the brush of his fingers against your cheek when a stray hair got away from behind your ear. “I’m ending it tomorrow.” He announced, avoiding your gaze. “What?” You turned to face him, not fully understanding his plan of attack. “I called a meeting with Thomas.”  “To apologise?” “To make a deal.” He corrected you. “But it might not work. So…” He took one of his rings off, holding your hand and placing it in your palm, closing it around it. “To remember me by. Or not. Maybe it’s better to forget me, after all.” He brought your hand to your lips, as if to seal a deal, smiling. “I won’t have to remember you. You’re not going.” Your hand on his arm was supposed to stop him, or slow him down at least, but he just smiled at you as you would with a child that doesn’t fully understand the state the world is in.  “I have to finish what I started.” “Luca, don’t.” you tried to give it back, but he shook his head, moving away from you and down the stairs. “Arthur didn’t deserve it.”  “He’s the one that pulled the trigger.”  You didn’t speak, not knowing what to add. You knew he was referring to the death of his father, but what Arthur had done was almost out of mercy. Tommy wouldn’t have stopped, so he intervened. There were many mistakes he had made in his life, but dying because of an act of mercy wasn’t what he deserved.  “Ti amo, bedda mia.” And with a final look he left, not waiting for an answer, exhaling when the door closed behind him. He saw the way you looked at him, the tears that escaped your eyes, feeling betrayed by his actions, but he did what he had to do.  “Luca, we’re not finished talking.” Your words had no effect on the man, just like you knew they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking them. It wasn’t only grief that was holding you back now, but fear. For a moment you saw the man just as he had been painted since the beginning: a gangster, a killer, nothing more but a heartless man. You fell back against the wall, clinging on to the ring he had gifted you, the only thing that felt certain right now. You watched as he stepped out, closing the door behind him ever so gently, to avoid making noise, and wondered what hid behind those eyes. How much could you risk for him?

He could feel you looking at him as he made his way out, knowing just how disappointed you were, but he wouldn’t back down. He knew what was going to go down tomorrow, what he’d say, how he'd move, and he’d do anything to have you by his side. 

After all, all is fair in love and war. 

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[evita-shelby]

Between the Shadow and the Soul

Chapter 20

She wakes up with a start and she’s back in that hospital room she woke up in two years ago.

This time Tommy isn’t in the bed beside her although going by the dark circles under her husband’s eyes he might be joining her.

“You should sleep before we end up sharing a hospital room again.” She tries to smile as she sits, but winces when she disturbs her shoulder.

“I’ll sleep when your home.” He says from the armchair pulled up by her bed.

There is an inordinate number of flowers and well wishes, all from important people, their people and their enemies even.

The burgundy scabiosas so deeply red they looked black are what gets her attention. Widowhood. She doesn’t need to read the card to know who sent them.

“Don’t be stubborn, Tom, Charlie needs at least one functioning parent right now.” Eva playfully scolds him. If she could make room for him on the bed, she could have him get his much-needed sleep.

“Polly’s coming with him later, she had a feeling you’d be awake by noon.” Leave it to Polly to man the ship when they’re indisposed. She was Charlie’s godmother and there was no one else she’d trust with her baby’s life.

Well, there was the new nanny she plans on hiring soon, before the Economic League gets a chance to slip another spy into her house.

“The Priest has his eye on Charlie, I know a veteran from the Revolution who is a nanny at the Embassy, I want to hire her once I get out of here. Her name is Aman Luna, she’s good with a knife, knows some pediatrics and won’t ask stupid questions.” Usually she asks for his permission, but this is not up for discussion, Charlie’s safety was paramount. “I took care of the maid, but I know he’ll just send someone else to hurt him.”

“Hire her then. We will need her to kill any bastard that tries to hurt him.” he nods. There is something on his mind, something she’s not aware of.

“Please tell me you didn’t kill Angel.” Eva looks him in the eye and knows whatever he says next won’t be a lie.

“We didn’t, I swear, Evie. Someone wants us at war with the Italians, might be the Russians, the police, might be the Italians looking for a fight, but we didn’t kill Angel Changretta.” Thomas Michael Shelby never showed fear, but now hours after he was driven this close to a nervous breakdown, his fear is palpable enough for her to feel it in her bones.

“I know, amor, which is why I need to talk to the Changretta’s alone, but I can’t if I’m stuck in this hospital room.” Eva was a model patient, but today she cannot afford to wait six days and five nights to convince the Changrettas of their innocence.

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That Polly comes two days later with a black dress and the black coat Audrey Changretta gave her just because she was afraid Eva did not have winter clothing suitable enough was not a coincidence.

Elizabeth Anna Gray was more than just the glue who held the family together, she was the matriarch of the family and the only other person besides Tommy and Eva capable of running the Peaky Blinders.

“Make sure she sees the bandages, play up the guilt. The marigolds are a good choice, they mean grief here too.” Polly helps her dress quickly and carefully without disturbing her right shoulder. It will be out of commission for a while, but lucky for everyone, Eva had made herself ambidextrous when she broke her elbow as a child.

“You and Esme are the only ones who understand why I have to do this, you know.” Eva gives her a grateful smile. Even if only Tommy knows the Economic League is behind it thanks to Tiago’s sleuthing, only the two women knew the innocent ---only somewhat--- bystander hurt by them. It was ballsy, reckless and definitely something a newly traumatized Eva would do.

“They’re worried you might get yourself killed, never seen Tommy that scared, not even when Greta---” Polly cuts herself off as if afraid Eva will turn into a monster at knowing about her husband’s first love.

“I can shoot with my left just as good as with the right. If it comes to that, I’ll go down fighting.” Eva winces when she tries to do her own buttons. She hates being helpless.

“I’d still have men on standby just in case. They don’t know Mrs. Shelby is the one they should fear.” Polly insists, doing her buttons and completely oblivious as to what happened to the maid.

“I’ll have my driver and Tiago, Pol. We need neutral people at a neutral place, or we’ll have a war on our hands.”

Tiago was classically handsome in the Latin way. His green eyes had hints of golden hazel and his thick curly lashes only made his features even more striking. Skin was tan like hers and his hair darker than night that might be receeding a bit now that he is thirty-five.

He has no second sight, but his gifts in hiding in plain sight and sleuthing come close to it. She was the Witch and he was the Chameleon. there was no finer spy duo in Mexico City.

“There’s a chance this will backfire, prima.” He warns as the driver takes them to where the Changrettas are holding vigil.

“If it does; it won’t be our fault.” She reminds him. The Changrettas needed to focus on getting the real murderer.

When they get to the house where the Changrettas live, four soldiers outside Hide their shock behind their guns and she looks at them in disappointment. Like an adult expecting their wayward teenager to do better.

They aren’t led to the parlor where Angel’s body lies, but at Vincente Changretta’s office. Can’t have your enemy's wife show up at your son’s vigil. They take their coats, and they inspect their bags, but she is spared a body search where they’d find a knife strapped to her garter and a small pistol on the other.

The bandages are noticeable under her dress, just like she and Polly intended and just like she had known it would happen, they take the marigolds and toss them into a fire. She had another bouquet in the Mercedes-Benz.

“You have a lot of nerve coming here, Mrs. Shelby.” Vincente Changretta had never liked her, but the way he accuses her of causing his son’s death with just his tone angers her.

“Well, you know a botched murder really does give a new perspective to life. I am sorry for your loss, sir.” It is genuine and it surprises the man.

“Your husband killed him, he was getting better and your husband killed him.” The accusation is equal parts rage and grief, but from the calm exterior you wouldn’t see it.

“I can assure you it wasn’t him, the same person who left this six days ago under my son’s pillow wants us to be at war.” She takes the crematorium’s card and shows it to him. “My husband’s enemies aren’t the type to bloody their own hands, they framed us so you do their killing for them.”

“Do you expect me to believe you?” he looks the card over and sees the words that haunt her nightmares. Charles Henry Shelby (1922-1924).

“Why would I lie about this, after all you nearly killed me.” Eva answers knowing the bullet was meant for her husband.

“The people behind this call themselves the Economic League, they don’t want to pay up the fees for our services, so they’ve gone as far as pushing your family and theirs into war because of your son’s connections to the Spinella family.” Tiago pulls out files about the League and their known spies. How he came upon such information is irrelevant. Let’s just say Tatiana Petrovna was very satisfied with the CEO of the British Branch of Smith, Riley and Arambula.

“They want to make it look like just another gang war.”

One of them is a nurse at the hospital, Eva would feel pity for her if she were the same woman she was before.

“She was assigned to your son and was seen by John and Arthur Shelby leaving his room. If you recall, it was Arthur Shelby's wife who alerted a doctor about your son’s demise.” Tiago reminds him, but the old man doesn’t budge.

“Believe it or not, my cousin and I are quite intimate with the feelings of grief and the desire for revenge, Mr. Changretta. We came here to give you the people who killed Angel and settle this before more people die.” Had Eva been told how easy it is to adjust to being the wife of a gangster, she would have never believed them. But the girl Eva was before her 18th birthday had never felt grief, or hunger, or the repulsion of knowing you’ve taken a life.

“I used to wonder how a kind and gentle person like you could stomach marriage to Thomas Shelby, but now I know there’s a wolf underneath that snow white wool.” Audrey Changretta looks at her like she’s a stranger.

“The same way you stomach being married to your husband, ma’am. I may not like violence, but that doesn’t mean I am not capable of it.

I am sorry for your loss, Mrs. Changretta, I had brought flowers, but as you can see your husband has discarded them. I do have another bouquet of marigolds in the car to make up for it.”

The first rule a Riley learns is to always be polite, even when holding a gun to your prey’s head, you must be a perfect and civilized creature. How else can you keep your money and your life after the man you helped into power starts killing his rivals?

“If the Peaky Blinders want peace, I want your husband at the table with me, not his wife.” Changretta says and Eva knows that meeting will never happen.

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[plentyoffandoms]

On My Mind (Part 6)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

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Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

YN's POV:

The moment I saw Finn all I could do was wave and smile at him. I saw that Isaiah and another man was with with him.

But I am only focused on Finn. I never thought I would ever see him again. I had no idea if he would of survived the war between our two families.

I had no idea I would ever come back to the land I call home. To live my life with how I see fit, with the man who I have always loved.

I wanted to run to him and hug him but I couldn't. Not with these shoes I am wearing, so I walked as quickly as I could and the next thing I knew Finn was hugging me.

Many first class members were looking at us and whispering amongst themselves. They did this while I was on the boat.

A young, single female traveling alone and has enough money for first class? The rumours were wild but I ignored every single one. Only I knowing the truth.

"Well, well if it isn't little YN Changretta. All grown up now." I pulled out of Finn's arms and playfully glared at Isaiah.

"I see you still have a big mouth Isaiah Jesus." He glared back at me and after a few moments of that, he pulled me into his arms.

"Fuck, I missed ya YN."

"I missed you too Isaiah." The two of us always got along. We would bicker back and forth but I always knew I had a friend in Isaiah.

"YN, I would like you to meet Bonnie Gold." Finn said as the other man stepped forward. I could tell by Finn's voice that he really didn't want me to meet the new person.

Finn Shelby's POV:

When YN and I were hugging, I could see that Bonnie's eyes barely left her. He was watching her like she was some kind of prey.

I have no idea why but he was making me nervous, but I had to introduce the two of them.

"YN, I would like for you to meet Bonnie Gold." Bonnie stepped forward and took off his hat as the two of them spoke.

"Nice to meet you Bonnie. How do you know Finn?"

"Oh, through my Da." I raised one eyebrow at him. Does he not think she knows us?

"So your Father must be working with Tommy Shelby or is someway associated with him? Does he owe him money or because of the war between our families, your family was called apon?" There is my smart woman.

"I uh," Bonnie stumbled over his words, which I have never seen him do.

"I am not a fool. I know the life of the Peaky Blinders and they try to be very careful who they let into their lives, and if Aunt Pol didn't trust you, you wouldn't be anywhere near Finn and Isaiah." YN said with a smirk.

"And with that final nail in the coffin, come let us grab your items YN." Isaiah said as he clapped Bonnie on the shoulder.

Once all three of the automobiles were loaded, one by one we drove them off, directly to our home.

YN had a soft smile on her face as she looked at the scenery as we drove. "What are you thinking about YN?"

"Just happy to be back in England. Happy to be going home. Just happy to be with you Finn."

"It hasn't felt like home since you left YN."I told her honestly. It was always YN and I. Whenever I needed to escape my home-life, my feet would literally take me straight to her. If the light was on in her room, I knew she was there.

I would climb the side of her home and gently would tap the window with our special knock and YN never hesitated to open the window for me.

When we were younger, sometimes we would fall asleep in her bed and I would be woken up by her Father dragging me out of bed, with his hand gripping my arm as he dragged me back home to Aunt Pol.

The few times YN ran away from home, they always knew she was with me. I even tried to hide her in my wardrobe but they always found her.

"When you were forced to flee, Isaiah and I went to your home."

"Really? What for?"

"I had to make sure that anything you owned was kept safe. I knew you couldn't have grabbed everything."

I had no idea if she had time to grab everything. I know she would have what she deemed to be essential.

"What was the real reason Finn?" I should of known she would see right through me.

"I wanted to make sure that the locket wasn't there." And I couldn't find it. I gave it to her for her 16th birthday. I actually bought it with my own money and I didn't steal it.

When I gave it to her that night at her birthday party, I still remember her gasping when she opened the locket and saw it was photos of us.

That night was the first night she ever kissed me and because we never talked about the kiss again, I figured it was just in a moment of happiness.

"You mean this locket?" She asked as she pulled showed me the locket. It was around her neck and it was hidden under her shirt until she pulled it out and showed me.

"I made sure to grab it, along with our photos and the few letters you wrote me."

Our car ride turned into us talking about our lives after being apart for so long. YN told me about her life in the United States and I told her what has been going on here.

She even asked about my brothers, nervously though, which is understandable.

"How are they handling me coming back?" She asked me, softly.

"At first they were not happy. I did say I will leave the family and you and I will start our own life together, far away where they could not find us."

"Pol probably didn't like that?"

"No, no she didn't. She did bring up the fact with John gone now, that we need to stick together. Shelby's need to stand together and show a united front."

"I really am sorry about John." YN said as she laid her hand on my thigh.

"It isn't your fault YN. We can't help who we are related too."

The two of us talked for a bit until we pulled up to our new home. It was just out in the country, away from the hustle and bustle of Small Heath.

She gasped when saw say it and I felt proud that I picked the house that I knew she would love.

"Finn, this place is gorgeous."

"I wanted you to have the best." I said.

I got out of automobile and went to her side and helped her out of the car.

Isaiah and Bonnie were helping to unload her possessions into the house. Some younger members of the Peaky Blinders were there helping along with the help that I hired as well.

Polly and I spent a full day interviewing people and hired just the right people.

I showed YN around the property and then showed her each room, leaving the bedroom for last.

I will be sleeping in the guest room until our wedding day. I plan on proposing to YN tonight, after our first meal together.

"Finn, everything just looks amazing. I will have to thank Pol as well." YN said as she looked out the bedroom window, which was facing our backyard.

I was standing behind her and YN turned around. I can feel my heart rate start to pick up.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as her arms went around my neck as we leaned into one another.

Our lips finally touched and it felt like it did all those years ago. My arms got tighter around her waist as I tried to pull her closer.

"Well, well, well, will you look at that." YN and I stepped back from one another, and there at the entrance to the bedroom, stood Tommy and Arthur.

Part 5 ♤ Part 7

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[amysteryspot]

Don’t know how to stop - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”; 69. “What do you want me to say?” + "Don't Know How to Stop" by Halestorm

Requested by: @sighonahurricane

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Changretta!Reader

Summary: “Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

Warnings: Smut/NSFW/+18, mentions of violence, swearing, there's a very brief implied reference to rape

Word Count: 2510

A/N: Not even going to try and find an excuse as to why this is longer than it should be, all you need to know is that I was in the mood. I absolutely loved to write this, but I'm feeling anxious about what you all are going to think of it. Really hope that you like it. For reference, reader is a Changretta and this is set between season three/four. Feedback is very much appreciated as always.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.

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She had been the one that faced the Devil. Down on her knees in front of him, begging for her father’s life as he held the knife to her throat.

“One life for another,” she had offered, fingers curling into the fabric of his waistcoat. “You can have me. Do anything you want with me, just spare his life.”

The deal had been made that night, for reasons that Tommy still couldn’t understand, even after all these years. He wasn’t even sure if he had really considered the possibility of killing her, despite the rage clouding his mind at the time.

Vicente walked free, dragged out of the room in tears, at the expense of leaving his daughter behind, a prisoner of war.

Tommy confined her to the guest wing of Arrow House. He didn’t want to see her and be reminded of the reason why he slept in an empty bed now. It was easier to ignore her existence if he didn’t have to see her every day.

His son had other plans though. Somehow, Charlie found a way to escape his nanny and ended up finding (Y/N). Tommy knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into his son’s room to find it empty. It was safe to say that he was seeing red as he climbed down the stairs, calling for Mary and asking about the whereabouts of the nanny and the baby.

The door to her room hit the wall with a loud bang that startled both the women in there and Charlie, who was all curled up in (Y/N)’s arms.

Tommy looked at the nanny, ordering, “Take Charlie back to his room.”

She did as commanded, quickly, even though the boy didn’t seem very pleased with the idea of leaving (Y/N)’s arms. Tommy walked straight up to her, grabbing her tightly by the jaw, and almost lifting her from the ground.

“You don’t get to talk to him. You don’t even look his way or else…”

“Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

His hold on her had gone lax but he still kept his hands on her.

(Y/N) continued, “The boy came to me, I’m not going to blame a child for sins that aren’t his.”

Tommy observed her in silence for a minute. The rise and fall from her chest, the way both her hands were circling his wrist, how she didn’t show any sign of fear even though the imbalance in power was evident. He let her go, leaving the room without another world, only to be haunted by the image of her in his dreams.

“Are you going to kill her or fuck her?” Polly’s voice got him out of his trance.

He looked up at her but did not answer, because he didn’t know what to say.

Polly continued, “Because these are the two available options with you. You are either going to kill her or you’re going to fuck her. Considering that you are mourning, I would bet on the second, or you would have killed her already.”

She took a drag from her cigarette, taking her time in exhaling the smoke, before saying, “You men start wars because of your uncontrollable ego, and in the end, is always the women who pay the price of it.”

In the end, both Polly and (Y/N) were right. He didn’t kill her. His aunt’s words have made him realize something better to put a definitive end to this war between them and the Italians: a wedding. What could be worse for Vicente than having to marry his only daughter to a Shelby?

After a year of mourning, Thomas married (Y/N) Changretta, sealing the pact she had made with him for good.

They slept in separate rooms at opposite ends of the corridor. Since she was his wife now, Tommy had to get used to the idea that Charlie would have to be around her, or people would get suspicious. He had never been one to care about what people thought of him, but sometimes it was easier to maintain the appearances than to go against the norm.

If Tommy was worried about having to see her more often now that they shared the same corridor, he was wrong. (Y/N) was like a ghost. He rarely saw her outside of brief encounters whenever he was at home at the time the meals were served, the occasions when he found her in Charles’s nursery, or when she had to accompany at events.

On those occasions, (Y/N) was the image of a perfect, dutiful wife. She was well mannered and educated, making it easy for her to hold conversations with the most different people. Her charm and beauty helped her, and Tommy was surprised at how good she was at making people believe that their marriage wasn’t a sham.

His family and the staff of the house knew better though—all (Y/N) was was spoils of war.

They were surprisingly civil to each other, posing for the public eye as the perfect couple and avoiding each other like the plague at home. When they met at home, occasionally, a polite conversation could end up in a fight. Except for that night when Tommy found Charlie in (Y/N)’s arms for the first time, their arguments never turned physical.

Until one night when Tommy was especially pissed off by something business-related and ended up pressing her up between his body and the wall of her the drawing-room.

(Y/N) had never backed away from a fight, never showed any signs that she was afraid of him. But that night, that night the way she flinched when he touched her and the look of pure horror on her face as she looked at him, made Tommy let go of her immediately.

As he watched her ran away from the room, Tommy realized what must have crossed her mind, and the mere thought of it made his blood boil. The glass of whiskey that was on his desk exploded in a hundred pieces on the wall, before he retired to his room, plagued by the sight of her running away from him.

He tried to be more careful around her after that, always seeking some kind of consent from her before getting too close or touching her. Tommy would never force her to have sex with him, not for revenge, not because she was his wife.

They crossed the line from civil to friendly at some point, maybe after she sassed him because of Lizzie in front of the whole family, making everyone laugh, but he was not sure. What he did know for sure was that he started to see her as more than someone who was there because of a casualty of war somewhere along the way.

It was hard to ignore her after that. It was hard to ignore the beautiful woman navigating the corridors of his house, playing with his son in the garden, handling the staff, helping with the business. It was hard to ignore the woman he tried to avoid for so long, the woman he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He wasn’t sure at what point he had started to consider the idea to fuck her, it just happened. One night, after they arrived from a gala, fighting about something that Tommy didn’t even remember anymore, they fucked against the vanity in her room.

After that first time, it all went downhill. It was like getting high for the first time and then not being able to control the need to take another hit. (Y/N) was warm, soft, willing, and available, and Tommy decided that he wasn’t going to deny himself or his needs searching for other options when he had her right there.

Things escalated quickly and they developed some kind of silent agreement, another deal. During the day, they acted like old acquaintances, respectful, and civil to each other. But after dawn, they would seek each other out, drowning together in a desire that seemed to have no end.

That had been a long time ago, so long that he didn’t remember how it was not to have her around. Long enough for some unrequited feelings to show up.

He did his best to ignore the guy talking to (Y/N). They were hosting a dinner at Arrow House, the man talking to her was some rich bachelor from London that was being a little too friendly to Tommy’s liking. He downed the whiskey in one gulp and noticed Polly watching him, but his attention is quickly drawn back to his wife.

At the end of the night, after all the guests either left for home or to the guest wing and all that is left are the Shelby’s at the parlour, Tommy revels in the feeling of (Y/N) sitting beside him, reclining against the arm he rested behind her shoulders. From the other side of the room, Polly looks at him and smiles, like she knows something that he doesn’t.

It happens the week after the gala. They’re both getting ready for a family meeting. His room became their room, unofficially, because her things were scattered all over the place—her perfume and jewelry on the bedside table, dresses on the wardrobe, lingerie on the drawers, even the sheets smelled like her.

“Tommy,” she exclaimed in a reprehensive tone, as he pressed himself against her back, arms sneaking around her waist and preventing her from running away as his lips trailed down her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Giving some very due attention to my wife,” he answered, casually, walking them both closer to the bed.

“In broad daylight?” (Y/N) gasped, something between surprise and a protest, although she was doing very little to resist his advances.

“Want to see you,” he stated, before turning her around to kiss her.

“Your family is downstairs waiting for you,” she warned against his lips, breath uneven and fingers clutching onto his shirt.

“My family is downstairs waiting for us,” he corrected, nibbling her earlobe and smiling because of the sound she made. “Let them wait. They’re probably too occupied drinking, anyway.”

Any pretense of resistance from her part vanished when Tommy started to unbutton her dress. He was desperate to feel her skin against his, to taste her, and be inside of her. When they were both finally naked and pressed against each other on the bed, it felt like some kind of miracle.

Tommy drank her in, from the blush on her cheeks to the way her toes curled when he touched a sensitive spot on her body. All the scars, the birthmarks, the dips and curves, the softness of her skin, the heady taste of her on his tongue, and how wet she could get for him. He wanted it all, needed all of her.

He was tired to fight against it, tired of pretending that this feeling gnawing on his chest was something else.

“(Y/N/N),” he breaths against her skin, the feeling of her short nails scratching his back driving him crazy. “I love you.”

Her eyes open to stare right into his, something between surprise and uncertainty on her features. Tommy kisses her, gripping her tights a little harder to dive deeper into her.

The whimper of need that comes out of her lips makes him wild. All he can think about is how she feels, how good she feels, how right she feels. Here, underneath him, crying out his name, welcoming him into her body, scratching his back as the both of them get lost in pure pleasure.

All it takes to make her unravel is for him to press the engorged nub at the apex of her thighs. (Y/N) comes undone and brings him down with her, just a few trusts later, her walls milking him from his orgasm, his seed taking place deep inside of her for the first time in a long time because they were too lost in each other to care.

One more time they pretended, dressing in silence and walking down the stairs as nothing more than acquaintances. If his family suspected of something, they didn’t show it.

The meeting went uneventful, as planned. (Y/N) found a way to sneak out of the parlour before him and when Tommy went upstairs to his room—their room—he found it empty.

Sighing, he made his way to the other end of the corridor. He knocked one time, before letting himself in. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the vanity, taking the pins out of her hair. She was already dressed to sleep, the silk nightgown revealing her legs and a bit of the lace underneath. Their gazes met through the mirror as Tommy closes the door behind him.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I love you.”

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, still not turning around to face him.

“Tom…”

“We’ve been dancing around this for too long, it’s time to face it.”

She sighs, a hand running through her face as she says, “What do you want me to say?”

He is in her in a heartbeat, pulling her up and pressing her against the vanity, just like the first time they had sex. Tommy takes her face in between both of his hands, nose brushing against her as he mumbles against her lips,

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Tom, I can’t. We can’t,” she protests, weekly, eyes closed and hands holding his wrists.

“A little too late for that because I don’t know how to stop this.”

“Your brother blinder my brother, Tommy. Your wife was killed because of that. I’m only here because you wanted my father that and I made a bargain with you. How this is supposed to work. What people will think?”

“Fuck what people think. We are already married, (Y/N). What happened, happened. We can’t change it. But this thing between us, this thing is real. I’ve denied myself that long enough, not going to keep pretending anymore. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time now and I know, I know that you feel the same, so stop fighting against it and say it.”

Tommy’s lips brush against hers as he repeats himself, half plea, half command, “Say it.”

“I love you,” she whispers, eyes closed tightly as if the words will be less real if she can’t see him.

“Say it again,” he commands, nose bumping into hers while his thumbs caress her cheeks.

“I love you.”

“Again,” the sound is music to his ears and Tommy just can’t get enough of it.

(Y/N) opens her eyes, looks him in the eye, and professes, “I love you, Thomas Shelby.”

He smiles, for what feels like the first time in years, and confesses, “I love you too, Mrs. Shelby.”

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[oddaodd]

· For Ages ·

Summary: Y/n falls for her lifelong friend, Tommy. 

Warnings: SPOILERS for season 2 and all next seasons, mentions of smut, death and alcohol.

Author’s note: Wooooo first fic of 2021! Happy new year everyone, I wish you all the loveliest of years! ✨❤️

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Tommy and her had been friends for ages, they had always been each others rock. The moment y/n had laid eyes on him she knew he was her person. When Tommy left for war she spent endless nights crying over his absence and when he came back she spent endless nights in his bedroom because talking to her helped keep the shovels at bay. 

But much to y/n’s dismay they never did more than talking. You see, she had been harboring a secret From Tommy. One she doubted would ever share with him. She had fallen for him. 

Grace’s arrival in Birmingham made y/n burry her secret even deeper into her soul. She cherished Tommy too much to loose him over an unwanted sentimental confession. Y/n saw how happy the Irish barmaid made Tommy and she didn’t want to keep him from that happiness. He needed that happiness. Having that in mind she decided to let things play out, not too worried about the outcome because after all, she expected Grace to leave after a while. 

But then Tommy told her he was marrying Grace. 

What do you think?” He asked. She was the only person whose opinion mattered to him. 

“I-I think it’s great” she lied through a fake smile “I’m happy for you Tommy”  

There was a heavy silence that y/n feared allowed Tommy to tell just how she was feeling. 

“I have news too” she continued “Im going to Hertfordshire” 

“Why?” 

“I’ve been needing some country air” 

And so before the wedding Y/n left. The county air did do her good. She knew it would be unbearable to see the love of her life married to another and each time she thought of Tommy she went and took long walks on the many flower fields that surrounded her property. 

She got news of Grace’s passing and was tempted to return to Birmingham, but she didn’t know if she could face Tommy so she just wrote him a letter. Days and months passed and she was convinced she would spend the rest of her life in the old country state, but then she got a black hand and shortly after, a call from Tommy urging her to go back to Birmingham. Apparently the Changrettas  knew she used to be awfully close to the family.  

She arrived in Birmingham and was surprised to see a broken family. She could tell Tommy was hurting and though she tried to comfort him all Tommy did was push her away. 

One night a knock called Y/n to her door. She opened it, seeing who she expected to see behind it and invited him in. That night they talked like they hadn’t in years and Y/n felt a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in ages. The alcohol started working its magic, Tommy began smiling at things y/n said, which he hadn’t done in ages. He knew it was partly because of the alcohol in his system but also he couldn’t not attribute a great part of his improved mood to y/n’s presence.  Y/n too became giddy and happy And with each sip she took from her glass she felt the chains that prevented her thoughts to traveling at how much she yearned for Tommy loosen. She wanted terribly to feel his lips pressed against her and his body on hers. 

“Y/n?” Tommy’s voice broke her thoughts. Apparently she had been staring at him intently enough for a drunk him to notice.  

“What?” She asked sobering up slightly. 

But Thomas didn’t speak again, his eyes were fixated on her lips and in the blink of an eye he was kissing her. He half expected her to push him away but she matched his need and force to the nail. 

The line y/n had drawn ages ago that she knew she shouldn’t cross in order to not jeopardize their friendship got painted over by Tommy’s touch and caresses. 

Her old bedroom became witness to her old fantasy from ages ago coming true. When their ecstatic breathings came back to normal y/n once again fixated her glance on Tommy who fixated his to her ceiling, a billion of thoughts crossing through his mind. The alcohol effect was wearing off which forced him to overthink what had just happened between them. 

Y/n tenderly placed a cold hand on his cheek prompting him to look at her. Her touch  seemed to startle him. Was he ready for it after Grace’s ? She noticed the doubt on his features and pulled her hand away “Sorry” 

“I have to get going” he mumbled standing up and getting dressed. 

Y/n looked at him in bewilderment . She wanted to ask him to stay but decided against it, curling into her bedsheets after she heard the sound of her door closing shut. 

The next morning she awoke with an aching heart and and anxious mind. Had what happened between them burnt the bond they shared? Knowing that the vendetta was bad enough she decided to not let her feelings show. 

Tommy grew guilty as he Painfully saw her fake smile at him whoever their eyes met for the following days. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to make it right, but he found his words lacking. Instead he too concealed his true emotions behind. 

Things went back to “normal” after a week or so. They would talk and sometimes drink together, but they never talked about what had happened in y/n’s old room. 

When the vendetta came to an end y/n found herself walking towards Charlie’s yard, the place had always provided her with an odd sense of comfort, like a warm blanket on a cold winter day. 

She sat on a box by the edge of the cut and let out a sigh. It was finally over. She began thinking of all the times she and Tommy had sat together on that very spot and contemplated life. All times that seemed long gone. 

And then as if by conjuring, the sound of Tommy’s boots walking on the gravel hit y/n’s ears. They grew closer and closer and y/n’s heart Began beating faster and faster. He sat next to her and produced his cigarette case and lighter from his coat. Offering her one and lighting it before his, both of them entering a peaceful silence. Tommy wasn’t a man of words but the fact that he was there with her told her he felt guilty. 

“Remember how we used to hide here when we were kids?” Came Tommy’s voice. 

Y/n glanced at him with a melancholy air and smiled sadly “And John used to get so upset that we never told him where our secret hiding spot was” 

“Yeah” Tommy began as Y/n let her head rest on his shoulder “he spent hours whining to Polly begging her to make me tell him” 

Y/n chuckled and Tommy felt his emotions stir at her movements “I could hear his tantrums from my house” 

It felt strange, talking about John. Raw, recent and intimate. It was the first time Tommy spoke about him since his death. He didn’t like it. Y/n took a look at him and saw conflict in his face. 

“Are you going back to Hertfordshire? He asked, abruptly changing the subject as he felt her eyes on him. 

She took one last long drag of her cigarette before putting it out and fixing her glance to the murky waters of the cut “I’m not sure” 

“Stay”  

“Why?” She blurted out. Taunting him like that felt dangerous, even after everything.

“I want you to stay” he confessed very shorty after y/n finished her question. 

Y/n turned back to look at him. Her eyes full of vulnerability and unspoken pleas. Tommy took his hand and caressed her cheek. An action that caused a small, almost unnoticeable gasp escape her lips. He began slowly inching closer to her lips, giving her time to back away if she didn’t want his touch, but she stayed perfectly still until she felt his lips pressing against hers. Her arms flung to his shoulders pulling him closer to her, he could never be too close. 

She felt her heart about to burst as the kiss deepened. Maybe it was the lack of alcohol that enhanced the feeling of Tommy’s tongue against hers, or maybe it was just because it was him, her Tommy from ages ago. 

She parted from his lips briefly and before kissing him again breathed “I’m not going anywhere”. 

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