#danny whizz-bang

[lupineaerosol]

traveler pt. 3 | thomas shelby x f!reader

not my gifs! dm for credit

parts one and two

pairing : thomas shelby x time traveled!reader

word count : 2431 (shorter chap but i love it sm)

summary : it's been a few days of a quickly forming schedule, and while running errands find yourself attempting to calm Danny Whizz-bang down from a panicked state. later on in the day you return to the Garrison to find a second woman attending the bar, and she was singing. a moment with thomas and a flashback!

warnings : alcohol mentioned, PTSD and panic attack, knives, blood, cigarettes(?), jumpscare(??), mention of guns

notes : this chapter came together super fast and im honestly really proud!! was a total headache trying to get the timeline all correct n shit but this came out perfect n i think yall are going to loveee it

It had been a few days of work, breaks, a quick shopping trip when you could spare the time with the money you earned from individuals at the bar, and sleep. Last night’s sleep had been filled with half remembered dreams, and the morning as foggy as your icy dawn in Inverness. You swung your feet out of bed to softly touch the floor, and you start your day. Warming water downstairs in the bar for a quick wash back up in your apartment. Brushing your hair with your fingers, and marking down a growing list of items you would need to purchase, more major things crossed out at the top. Blouses, skirts, undergarments, socks, bedsheets, lamps etc. 

With the leftover clean water you were able to wash your dirty shirts and hang them to dry near the window. You tugged your sneakers onto your feet and laid your skirt over them neatly when you stood from your bed. A yellowed and previously white shirt a tad too small tucked into the green skirt, and a brown shaul you found, forgotten in the dresser of your bedroom. 

Venturing out with your list in hand, you first stopped at an Italian cafe purchasing a small pastry and a tea you enjoyed sitting at a table outside. You took a long sip followed by a sigh, and a familiar face came into view: Danny Whizz-bang, and he looked distraught.

He was muttering to himself, gripping his hat from off his head and holding it to his chest as he sunk into a seat near you. A chair fell loudly next to him after he had bumped it with his hip. Rocking back and forth, nearly shivering. You had to help in some way, with the distant booms of the factories and clattering noise of the street he was only getting more wound up.

“Excuse me,” You looked over at him with gentle eyes. “Do you have the time?” A gentle distraction, one simple task to take his mind off of whatever was happening behind his eyes.

Danny slightly jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice, but he began to pat his chest for a watch. His fingers fumbled and the chain to the watch shook subtly. “It’s a quarter past eight, ma’am.” His voice trembled, but he looked slightly less wild.

“Thank you,” You paused, looking back down to your pastry briefly. “Would you like to share this? I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it.” You tried to incorporate a small smile into your words, it didn’t quite have the comfort you intended. 

“That's quite alright ma’am, lovely wife at home makes all the meals I need.” His eyes darted around the street, still disturbed. A loud boom and he jumped, only to then put his face down and yell loudly at his feet. An Italian gentleman in an apron stepped out of the cafe, talking and gesturing angrily in half broken English about how Danny was scaring you. Danny muttered into his hat and stood suddenly, the stress of the situation rising once again.

“Sir, sir I am fine, please don’t worry.” You tried interjecting, but the man raised his voice and began to yell for Danny to leave, finally pulling a knife from his pocket and threatening him. Danny’s eyes glazed over with rage and fear, lunging at the smaller man and redirecting the knife into the cafe owner. You stumbled back, seeing red pour from the Italian’s stomach. Danny was pulled away from the other man, remorse and regret smearing his face like a painting. Tears welled up in both of your eyes, and you didn’t attempt to get near him again. People chattered busily from around the street, and after a pause, Danny was off and running down the street.

-

You returned home after your errands helped calm you down, a basket full of new clothes that finally fit you hanging on your arm as you push through the doors of the Garrison to see Harry behind the bar and a blonde woman standing on a chair singing. The Garrison was silent under the melancholic song floating from her mouth. Harry never mentioned a new hire, and there was no way this could be his wife, she stayed away from the tavern like it was cursed. The blonde was pretty, and Irish from the sound of her singing. You claimed a spot at a golden support beam near the doors, not wanting to take attention away from the community enjoying music. 

The men had started to sing along, a lovely chorus rumbling through the building. It warmed the space, and you could almost hear the bricks echoing in harmony. The doors swung open and closed, and Mr. Shelby appeared to your right, his group following closely behind him. Men shuffled away and stopped singing along as the intimidating group claimed their spot to listen to the woman sing, an air of disapproval emanating from Thomas. 

Thomas was so near to you the heat radiating off his jacket made its way to your skin through your shirt and it felt like he diffused pure electricity. Had your hand been at your side, his knuckles would have bumped yours. You held your breath without consideration as to why. You didn’t even notice he had taken your breath away just by standing next to you. 

The blonde finished her song, and Harry approached Thomas with a smile. “We haven’t had singing in here since the war.” A long stare, cold and captivating from Thomas.

“Why do you think that is, Harry?” Thomas’ voice was crystal clear, and as he stepped away from you and into the corner room. You were immediately aware of the cold that replaced Thomas. An as he went to close the double doors, his eyes glanced back to catch yours, and for a split second you were captivated entirely by just how entrancing and menacing the man could be.

-

Earlier in the day

Thomas walked into the Shelby house with a bottle, his hat tossed carelessly to the side on a table. “Let me see him.” A short glance at Arthur’s face and it was obvious he was hurting. Blood spackled across his face and the first few buttons of his shirt. “Well here, have this.” Thomas handed his older brother the bottle and he took a drink.

“Give me that.” Thomas took back the bottle and doused a bit of cloth in the brown liquid, taking Arthur’s chin and pressing the alcohol into a gash in his cheek. Arthur hissed, “You’re all right.” Thomas tried comforting him, and Arthur’s right hand came to grip the younger man’s forearm. 

“He said Mr. Churchill sent him to Birmingham.” A long pause between the group. “National interest he said. Something about a robbery.” Arthur’s voice had a hint of rage. Thomas stepped back, lit cigarette hanging from his lips lazily.

“He says he wants us to help him.” Arthur continued.

“”We don’t help coppers.” John piped up from his place in the doorway.

“He knew all about our war records. He said we’re patriots, like him. Wants us to be his eyes and ears.” A cold emotion gripped the room, the feeling of breaking a lamp as a child and needing to hide any other evidence of misbehavior.

“And I’ve heard rumors he’s already keeping ears on us with the new women at the Garrison.” Arthur’s voice was flat, and Thomas’ mind went to the two women he had recently met. The American (Y/H/C) with the glass of water for Danny and the Irish blonde. “People say that she was on the train with him, saw the files he was carrying.” Suspicion heightened the tension in the room. 

“Fucking copper couldn’t put anyone in the Garrison to listen in on us, Harry keeps his staff straight.” John defended the familiar old establishment.

“Regardless, I told the copper we’d have a family meeting and take a vote.” Arthur guided the conversation back to the Inspector, and it almost seemed like he was suggesting they become spies for the police. Silence gripped at the throats of the family, and Thomas hesitated with an answer.

“Why not? Hmm?” Arthur turned on the offensive. “We have no truck with the Fenians or communists.” Thomas simply stared at the table. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Arthur turned to face Pol. “What the fuck is wrong with him lately?”

“If I knew, I’d buy the cure from Compton’s chemists.” Aunt Pol responded, lighting a cigarette. 

-

After the crowd had settled back into their seats in the Garrison, you ventured up to your apartment and unlocked the door, placing your things inside and turning to leave again to start helping downstairs. As you again pulled the key from the door a shadow appeared from behind you.

“Why did you visit the police station?” An unfamiliar voice rang through the empty hall, chatter from the bar filling the silence. You turned around slowly, adrenaline at the surface of your skin. You were unfamiliar with the man’s name, but you recognized his face. He was in the group of men Harry had talked to about you a few nights ago. “Now is not the time to lie, madam, and I would appreciate it if we could speak quickly, I have a beer downstairs waiting for me.”

Your stomach sunk, knowing that there was no lying your way out of the situation. “I had been traveling from Inverness to London when I met a man on the train. I didn’t know he was a policeman when I explained to him I had lost my passport, and he offered to help get me a visa. I only visited him to explain I didn’t need it anymore.” Your hands twisted the fabric of your shirt anxiously while you spoke quickly.

“Did you see what files he was carrying?” His gruff voice commanded your attention.

“Uhm..” You paused, trying desperately to recall what the hideous green folders had typed on the front of them. “Uhh, Oh! Something about a munitions robbery, and the suspects that they have.” 

“Did you see any of the names?” He pressured again, leaning slightly closer.

“No, none at all.” You had backed up flush against your door, the wood creaking quietly.

The man leaned back and nodded, thin dirty-blonde hair poking out like straw from under his hat. Your words seemed to appease him to whatever capacity. He straightened his cap and muttered a quiet ‘thank you for your time’, before turning to leave.

“How did you know I visited the police station?” You asked, still shaken from the question. 

“There are eyes in this town madam, you’d be wise to make your intentions clear to them.” Was all the answer you got from over his shoulder.

-

Boxes and crates with their lids slammed down on top of and hammered into place. Two men loading a riverboat in the dead of night, a third walking from the road with a cigarette floating lazily from his hand to his mouth. 

“Uncle Charlie, a word.” His flat cap reflected the quarter moon on a razor’s edge.

“They are aboard. There’s no moon.” Charlie Strong stepped down the wooden gangway. “We can take them out to the turning point beyond Gas Street and leave them on the bank. They’ll be found by railway men first thing.”

The nephew put his cigarette to his mouth and took a long drag, smoke trailing from his nose and mouth as the dragon exhaled.

The pause was too long for Charlie Strong’s liking. “Is that an agreement?”

The young man’s face scrunched for a second and then fell. “I changed my mind.” 

“You what?”

“I have an alternative strategy.” The plot unraveled in his mind, yet another calculated step navigated with ease. Everything came easy to the Shelby boys when they put their minds to it, and that was why Thomas was in charge. “Tell Curly to take her out to the old tobacco wharf. There’s a lockup mooring we used to keep cigarettes. He knows it. When the boat leaves your yard, it’s no longer your concern.” He shared his cigarette with his uncle.

He took a fast drag. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Have you not seen the streets? They’ve sent a fucking army to find these things.”

“That’s right. They’ve shown their hand.” Thomas said casually.

Charlie scoffed. “Their hand?”

“If they want them back this bad, they’ll have to pay. That’s the way of the world.” Thomas’ eyes moved to his uncle’s. “Fortune drops something valuable into your lap, you don’t just dump it on the bank of the Cut.” He pointed his chin to the river with a lift of his head. 

“You’re blood Tommy, I’ve always looked out for you like a dad.” Charlie paused. “You’re going to bring holy hell down on your head. This copper takes no prisoners.”

The young man nearly scoffed out loud. “I’m told he didn’t serve.” His eyebrows raised for a split second. “Reserved occupation.”

“Is it another war you’re looking for, Tommy?” 

His voice turned stern. “What did you find out from (Y/N)?” 

“She’s not working with the copper, but she wasn’t telling the entire truth.” Charlie spoke of the young woman Thomas requested he talk to. “But whatever you heard was correct, she was at the police station a few days back. She'd traveled down from Inverness, met the copper on the train. All she saw was a munitions robbery suspect list.” He took another short hit from the tobacco.

“Harry said that she was honest, she talked about how she couldn’t afford the trip to London. He said he hired her because he needed to. He couldn’t turn her away. But most importantly, he trusts her.” Charlie continued.

“You have to bring her into the business. If word gets out she knows about the guns, that copper will torture her. She’s an American, she’ll stay loyal to whoever gets to her heartstrings first, Tommy.” Charlie’s voice held genuine concern for your wellbeing. It seemed the only men you met in Small Heath wanted to protect you. “Don’t let an innocent person be hurt in the crossfire, Thomas.”

“I’ll talk to her, get the full story.” Thomas sighed, frustrated, he had far better things to do than sniff out a possible rat at the Garrison. He turned to fully face his uncle emphatically. “The tobacco wharf.” He tucked a set of keys into the older gentleman’s pocket. “By order of the Peaky Blinders.” 

And walked off into the night.

a.n. : TEEHEE i love this chapter sorry if its confusing as all hell at time but i tried me best,,,, im also still completely unaware as to how to make a taglist but im gonna figure it out (maybe) !!!

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #Thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #arthur shelby #john shelby #peaky fookin blinders #polly gray

[look-at-the-soul]

Tommy Shelby Master list

✨Separate Master list for mini series, one shots and long series.

Gif by @thesoldiersminute gif set

Mini series

Pre war series - Follow Tommy & Sabine’s story through letters and flashbacks before, during and after the war.

Adele song challenge: All I ask (Part 1), “Can’t love you in the dark” (Part 2)-

One Shots

Late -Summary: You are engaged to someone else. Tommy Shelby is married. If only you two had crossed paths sooner… Sometimes chances are late. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Saving each other - Summary: Danny Whizz Bang died at the end of S01, he was killed by Billy Kimber, two years later, his wife, Rosie and their kids will need Tommy Shelby’s help. Grace has betrayed him. They will learn they can help each other.

Safest place to hide - Summary: Tommy’s mother passed away recently, his father, Arthur Shelby Sr abandoned them out of nowhere, leaving a few months old baby Finn with his siblings, while Polly took over as a mother figure to them. But you have some important matter to tell him. (Pre war)

Lips of an Angel- S6 Farewell Mr. Shelby, I hope you take your white horse and ride bareback.

This isn’t goodbye- Babba is an elderly gypsy who lost her vision a long time ago, but now she can ‘see’ through her hands. It’s a gift that allows her to know your deepest secrets. Tommy asks for her help because he can’t sleep, the Grace hallucinations are becoming too much, but instead he will find out something he didn’t know about his first love, Greta.

Love will keep you up all night - Tommy tries to calm his little girl after she started crying scared of the storm outside. So he shares a little story of how he met her Mum.

Moondance -Tommy and his wife have a particular way to communicate while being mad at each other; through their children. When he decided to start keeping his promises, he starts with a dance.

Do I - Tommy and you had a fight, now you both have to deal with the consequences of what you said and did.

What about now - After two kids and being together for a while, Tommy decides it’s the right time to propose to the mother of his children.

Unbreakable- Being best friends with Thomas Shelby had a lot of benefits; full protection, your business was always looked after to prevent getting robbed by from thieves, your daughter was attending the same school than his children because he loved Sally as if she was his own. But it also could get you into unsolicited trouble.

More than words -Tommy struggles to sexually satisfy his woman when in reality, all she needs from him is to show her how much she means to him.

Have it all - Modern AU Tommy Shelby: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby.

Making amends- Tommy Shelby x reader: Tommy hires a new horse trainer. But she will do more than just train his horse, she will fix his broken relationship with Charlie and in the process, she will earn his heart.

Ain’t she sweet- Tommy x Reader: Charlie finds out his Mum was shot, he decides to be distant from you, as the relationship gets harder you ask Tommy to put your engagement on hold.

Someone like you - Tommy x reader: Tommy meets a mysterious woman that looks exactly as his mother, since they believe in reincarnation, he thinks his mother found her way back to him.

Drunk on you - Tommy Shelby x reader Tommy would only admit his feelings for you after, well a night of drinking.

New traditions - Modern Tommy Shelby x reader + Charlie. Who knew that new traditions could make Tommy go soft and do things he wouldn’t normally do?

Black Velvet- Tommy Shelby x OC (Eva Smith). Eva prepares a recipe after dreaming with it. But she adds a secret ingredient to grant Tommy’s eternal love.

Collecting moments, not things -Modern Tommy Shelby x Y/N (inspired by the Blind Date couple), they take Charlie to the orphanage to celebrate Christmas with the kids.

A new kind of love -Modern Tommy Shelby x YN. Join Tommy, Charlie and Y/N to discover a new kind of love, in the form of a little new (and very cute) friend 🐾

Straight to the heart -Tommy Shelby x reader (nurse). Tommy has brain surgery but he will meet the one person who will stay with him day and night and take of him without asking from anything from him, but his heart.

Save yourself- Tommy Shelby x reader; inspired by KALEO’s song, in this story reader finds Tommy cheated, her reaction will have Tommy wishing he never did it.

Make your heart my home - Tommy Shelby x reader; Y/N is running away from Durham until she gives in on a rainy night thinking there’s nothing left for her, until Tommy finds her.

Close your eyes, make a wish - Modern Tommy has to face a kind of war he’s never been into before.

The one - Modern Tommy met his gf through a modern tool, join their little weekend getaway.

My refuge - Tommy Shelby x daughter reader; after finding his long lost daughter, they develop a strong and close bond, making Michael feel off towards his niece because of her charming and sweet personality.

A thoughtful gift - Tommy Shelby x reader; Y/N has a present for Father’s Day, taking Tommy by surprise, but you’ll be surprised by Charlie’s joke

The way to a man’s heart - Tommy Shelby (dark). Y/N will play a crucial part tearing apart the Shelby family, and this is only the start.

Skyfall- Tommy faces one of the hardest moments of his life when his family goes to prison, but he won’t face it alone.

Hometown Glory - Tommy is forced to go back to his Watery Lane house after Jimmy McCavern planted explosives in his property and takes away something that really matters to the Shelby leader.

The choice - 🎃 Tommy is losing Ruby from consumption, so he rushes to ask for help to a woman he had heard owns some kind of special power. But changing the course of things around has consequences.

The Photoshoot- Peaky Blinders edition

Always with me- Tommy Shelby x reader (+Grandma) 👵🏻🎄 Follow Tommy to plan for a different holiday for his girlfriend who is dealing with a significant loss

Grandma knows best -

Because of you- modern Tommy Shelby

Endless love- Modern Tommy. Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Toy soldier- Charlie is scared by the noises in his bedroom, so Tommy finds the perfect way to brush his fears away by sharing a story his own mother told him a long time ago.

Series

All we’d ever need- You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

Every little thing you do- Y/N has been Tommy’s best friend since childhood. She had always been there for him when he needed her the most. Now as the Shelby family are in a better position, Y/N will need Tommy’s support when something she didn’t expect happens.

Brotherhood (coming soon)

Blurbs here

Series

#That’s what Cill said #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #tommy shelby imagine #cillian murphy fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy Shelby smut #thomas shelby x you #Thomas Shelby fanfic #Thomas Shelby smut #Cillian x Tommy

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 16

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Summary = Sexual Tension is High for Anastasia. Thomas Shelby has won, in more ways than one.

Warnings = Language, Murder, Betrayal, Gang Activity, Killing, Cheating, Male Dominance

Word Count = 2886

Walking as fast as I could, my foot was beginning to ache as I made it to the Garrison. Ada, Freddie and Karl arriving just before us, sparing us a quick glance as we entered the establishment together.

I looked over at a table near the window, there was a half empty bottle of vodka and a torn white shirt with blood on it. It was Tommy shirt; I just knew it. Swallowing down my fear, Polly wrapped an arm around my shoulder leading me towards the snug of the bar where the men were gathered.

On the table there laid a man, blood all over his shirt. He was dead.

“Now we can bury him properly in the grave we dug for him” John voice spoke gravely as he looked down at the body of his fallen friend. I glanced around the room as he spoke, each man held their own remorseful expression. Each speechless, unsure of what to say.

I thought I would feel fear standing in a room with most if not all the members of the Peaky Blinder gang, but I didn’t. My eyes were searching for one Peaky Blinder in particular the others could have been pointing their weapons at me and I wouldn’t have flinched, I needed to find him.  

“Yeah, on the hill. He’d like that” Relief washed over me at the sound of his voice. He was hidden amongst the other men in the room, probably at the far side near the window but he was okay, that’s all that mattered. “To Danny Whizz bang”

“Danny” Charlie, Thomas’ Uncle nodded, lifting what looked like a bottle of whiskey to his lips, savouring the bitter taste with one last longing look at his fallen friend.

It was sad, these were men that managed to survive the terrors of the Great War, only to be taken down by the gang life they had chosen.

“May we all die twice” Tommy finished no doubt taking a drink of alcohol to salute the man who had given his life for the Peaky Blinders.  His words puzzled me. It was then John’s words entered my mind; they had already dug a grave for this man?

“Danny whizz bang” Each men spoke pulling me from my thoughts, taking a drink of vodka and passing it to the next man so they could pay their respects. The younger Shelby removing his hat in front of me as a sign of respect, I was surprised the dead man on the table had no effect on him. What else had he seen in his young life?

“Come on, the day is ours let’s celebrate.” Tommy spoke once everyone paid the respects to the man on the table. Polly nodded at me to leave first, clearing the way for the other men to leave. I walked towards the bar and waited for the man himself, just wanting that confirmation for myself that he was in fact okay. I needed to see him.

One by one the men left the snug, Thomas just behind Freddie Throne, a hand on his back, surprising me. While we waited at her home for any news of the men, Ada informed me the pair used to be good friends, Freddie even saved Tommy’s life in France and then they returned home, and everything went to hell. Both had men changed.

Thomas looked around the area, his eyes landed on me, widening in surprise. Patting Freddie on the back he walked over to me a jacket covering his shoulders, his undershirt had blood along the collar which was opened revealing a white, bloody makeshift bandage covering shoulder and upper left chest.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, he was shot in the chest. He could have been killed.

“Your here? Why are you here eh?” He asked, he didn’t sound angry or upset. He sounded happy to see me as we stood next to the bar, a respectable space between us.

“Polly brought me” I whisper not able to take my eyes off the bandage. My mind working overtime imaging what damage lay underneath. “You got shot” I stated the obvious, my hand wanting to reach over and touch the wound.

“Am alrigh, hey look at me. Am alrigh” He confirmed a hand reaching up to tuck my loose hair behind my ear. Lifting my eyes to meet his gaze, tears in my eyes the ones that escaped Tommy brushed away with the pad of his thumb.

Leaning into his touch, I step closer just wanting to be next to him but he was with his men I didn’t want to overstep my boundary and embarrass him.

“Everyone grab your family, it’s a fucking celebration. Drinks on tha house” Arthur’s unmistakeable voice shouted causing me to jump away from the man in front of me.

Tommy chuckled at my reaction, turning to look at his gang. The men were cheering, patting each other on the shoulder. Some had already left to get their partners for a night of celebration.

It was a good day for the Peaky Blinders.

“Follow me” Tommy spoke taking my hand into his, not giving me much choice as he pulled me behind the bar and into the back room where all the stock was kept.

It didn’t smell great in here, in fact it smelt like rotten, mouldy water. Scrunching my nose up I looked around the floor, it could do with a good clean. Each corner in the room had cobwebs, both old and new. It was obvious this room was rarely used for anything other than collecting a new bottle of alcohol and locked up again.

“I’m glad you are here, I thought you…”

“Why did you lie?” I asked interrupting Tommy as he closed the stock room door, shutting out the noise from the bar. His whole body froze at my question. I could tell, even when looking at his back, his mind was working on an answer before turning to face me.

“We’re doing this now?” He asked, an annoyance in his voice. He turned, his bottom lip in between teeth as he walked over to stand in front of me. “You want to do this now? I’ve just been fucking shot Stace. Can’t we talk about this another time?”

“You said you were alright, and I want to know where I stand, for real this time Tommy” I tell him trying to remain tall, but I had a much smaller frame than him, so it was easy for him to tower over me. “No lies, please” I whispered, forcing myself to keep eye contact but my resolve was breaking. His eyes had me weak and he knew that.

“I didn’t lie. Nothing happened with Grace at the races or at her home.” He began to speak, I was about to interrupt with an argument of my own, but he held up a warning finger, causing me to back down instantly. “I did kiss her. In the church before I hired her to work for me.”

“You kissed her? Why didn’t you just tell me? Was there something else going on Tommy? Did you have feeling for her?” I asked trying to hide my true feelings of disgust and jealously, but Tommy could read me like book. Smirking at the questions that flew from my lips.

“No.” He answered shortly, reaching a hand into his jacket to pull out his cigarette case. “There was no feelings.”

“It’s not good for you to smoke so much” The words rushed out of my mouth before I could stop them. Tommy stopped his actions, a smile on his face as he looked at me, my cheeks reddening from embarrassment.

“I met Grace before you and being a beautiful woman I kissed her, took a chance.” He explained with a slight shrug of his shoulder, leaning his back against a large crate of whiskey. “Then you walked into my betting shop.” He inhaled, holding the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds, releasing it as he continued, pointing at his head with his free hand.  “I didn’t think you would get in here. You’re a good girl and well, I’m Thomas Shelby but here we are.”

“If there was no feelings why tell her things? Why not tell me?” I asked unsure of myself, looking down at my fingers, pulling at them lightly. Was I too innocent for him? Could I not handle who he is? Was I naïve in thinking this could ever work between us? We had no trust. “I thought I was different.”

“You are different Stace that’s the problem” He sighed pushing himself off the crates, wincing with the pain in his chest as he moved towards me.

“I don’t understand how that’s a problem. Unlike her I wouldn’t run to the police with your secrets just because you wouldn’t sleep with me” I stab at her, unfair considering she isn’t here but it was the truth. “You don’t trust me like you trusted her”

“That’s not true. She is a cop. Got me to trust her yes and like Polly said, I was blinded by her looks but not by feelings for her. I trust you completely.” He defended, his hands coming to rest on my upper arms to emphasis his point.  

“So that makes this all better does it?” I ask feeling completely empty, his words meaningless. “She’s a cop, am just some tailor. She can handle your life, I can’t.”

“I didn’t fucking know her did I” His voice getting angry, but he was controlling it, his blue eyes staring deeply into mine as he drove his point home. “But I know you, I trust you.”

“If she hadn’t betrayed you, would you choose her?” I asked placing my hands on his forearms, pushing his hands from my upper arms and taking his wrists into my hands, feeling for his pulse.

“No” He answered honestly. His face showed no signs of deception, and his heart rate remained the same, his eyes stayed locked on mine, not blinking.

 “You almost got yourself killed today.” I tell him, his eye twitched at the statement unsure of where I was going with it. “If I didn’t meet Polly and Ada I wouldn’t have known about today. I would have been at home and you would have been here celebrating your successful black star day. Isn’t that true?”

“No. I would have come and got you.” He tells me dropping his smoked cigarette to the floor. I watched it fall, stepping my foot on it to extinguish it.  

“Or would you be too distracted with another pretty face?” I asked not taking my eyes off the now discarded cigarette butt on the ground.

“No, I wouldn’t the only pretty face I see and have seen since she walked into my betting shop is you.”

“How can I trust you when you don’t trust me?” I pushed wanting to know exactly why he didn’t tell me what was going to happened today. It was clear, today had been planned well in advance. He had plenty of opportunities to tell me and choose not to.

Was this how it was going to be?

“I do trust you Stace, how many times do you want me to tell you that?” He asked growing frustrated with the conversation that was going in circles.

“Just not with information about your business” I confirmed dropping his wrists from my hands, the unexpected movement had his hands dropping to his sides with force, a hiss of pain leaving his lips.

“Damn it Anastasia, I don’t want you involved in this part of my life”

“You never leave this life though Tommy, do you? So, if you don’t want me involved in it, maybe I shouldn’t be in it.”

That had shut him up. He stared at me intently, eyes squinting as he thought of his answer. He knew I was right. His life revolved around his work, his business and his men, there was no sheltering me from it.

Nodding his head, he began to chew on his bottom lip as I stared at him, my breathing heavy. My chest feeling a lot lighter getting that out into the open.

“You know what I do Stace, you know what I am, and I won’t force that on you.” He sighed; a sympathetic look crosses his face as he placed a caring hand on my cheek. “You are right I can’t keep this life from you but to be involved with me is to be involved with the Peaky Blinders and that’s something I can’t ask of you”

His words were breaking me. Inhaling sharply, I turned my head from him and away from his hand. A fresh batch of tears falling from my eyes.

“Why can’t you ask me? You asked Grace.” I spat stepping away from him, turning around to look at the grimy wall. I couldn’t bear to look at him.

“You're not Grace” He shouted, the level of his voice scaring me. Turning back towards him but not directly looking at him I thought over my next words carefully.

“I’m aware of that Thomas. I’m just the stupid woman who has falling in love with you, but I guess Grace and I have that in common don’t we.” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head at the words coming from my lips.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Polly spoke to Grace earlier she has falling in love with you Tommy, just like I have. Stupidly.”

“I’m finished talking about Grace Anastasia.” He sighed but his voice held a warning tone. He stared at me, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, a stressed expression on his face.

“Is that because you loved her too, but she betrayed you?” I asked knowing it would push his buttons, finally sending him over the edge.

His reaction was terrifying. His stressed expression disappeared as his face fell. The stoic expression returning. His eyes were almost black with anger as he looked at me. Swallowing back the saliva that gathered in my mouth I tried to remain strong, but the room suddenly became freezing under his gaze.

I barely clocked his movements he had moved that fast pushing me up against the grimy back wall, his right hand grasping lightly at my throat, a whimper leaving my throat as he spoke. “Stop this game now love, it’s pissing me off” He muttered in my ear, his nose tracing the outline of it before he faced me, resting his forehead on mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me about today?” I asked, inhaling easily as he held no pressure on my neck.

“Would you have allowed me to do it if I told you?” He answered my question with a question, an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer.

 Nibbling on my bottom lip, I thought carefully about my answer, his eyes glancing down to my lips. “I’ll know if your lying so don’t.” He smirk moving his hand from my neck and placing his thumb on my bottom lip, running along, pulling my lips to the side.  

“No but I doubt you would have listened to my objections anyway” I answered back, an ache throbbing between my legs. This shouldn’t be a sexual thing, he had lied to me, got shot and was now holding me against the wall, pulling at my lips and I seemed to love it.

“Your right, I wouldn’t have” He stated honestly, letting my lip go, his hand resting on my jaw gently. “You know what I do, what I’ve done, and you know I will do what is necessary to succeed. What I need to know from you is are you in or not?”

“In?”  

“If you want to know about my business, that makes you part of my business Stace.” He spoke the softness of his features disappearing once more. “I told you before, if you want to work for me, you earn your place. We all make sacrifices.”

“And what sacrifices are you expecting from me Tommy? To get on my knees for whoever you want to do a business deal with next. I’m not that desperate” I scoff turning my head to the side, but he quickly used his hand pulling my face back to him.

“The only man you will ever be on your knees for is me. Let me make that perfectly clear right now Anastasia.”

“Then what do you expect from me Tommy?”

“I expect you not to betray me” His voice low as he spoke, his face lowered so he was completely level with mine. “I expect you to belong to me.”

“I’m already yours.” I whisper, pushing my head forward trying to capture his lips with my own, the sexual tension killing me. But he pulled away, a cocky smirk on his face as he studied me.

Tommy didn’t respond verbally. Noting my frustration, he finally leaned forward claiming my lips as his own.

There was something different about this kiss. It felt like signing a contract, only with your lips. I had signed a deal with the devil.

I had given myself to Thomas Shelby.

He had won and he knew it.

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Tie Your Heart to Mine

Chapter 13

Cw: mentions of sex and contraception

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Lois hadn’t been surprised to have Diane’s family invited them to spend the weekend at their place and celebrate Diane’s birthday.

She was surprised to know her dad knows these people.

The man on the front seat is named John and a black reverend named Jeremiah.

Apparently Jeremiah Jesus had given up violence after the war like her dad did and focused on god even when the vicar he replaced sneered at the thought of a black man leading the flock.

“Imagine my surprise when I heard little baby Tom showed up at the Pub looking for Diane. He was only four last time I saw him.” John Shelby says as he drove them out of Longsight and out of Manchester .

Lois had never been this far out save for that time they went to the beach before her mum died.

She envied Tom, he had his sweetheart and got to see the world while she’s stuck at home taking care of their dad getting sick of waiting for Harry.

“You’re one to talk, Shelby, you had only four little ones in 1919. Poor Esme, eight children and you to take care off to boot.” Her father joked, it was nice seeing him like this.

Reminded her of Tom when he lets himself relax and catch up with his former comrades.

There was a wariness he had about with the Shelbys, them being criminals and that, but he had shared experiences with them.

“Diane’s told me that Freddie married your sister, named his only son after Karl Marx. I’d like to pay my respects to him, and Danny Whizz-Bang and Barney, if that’s alright with you.”

The Shelbys along with Jeremiah and the three men who’d died in the past decade had formed their own pal’s battalion like her dad and his friends and brothers had.

Only difference was Douglas Bennett was the only one to return home alive while Thomas Shelby didn’t lose a single man.

They paid their respects to his friends every armistice day, and spat on the grave of the officer who sent them to their deaths.

Same officer she came to find was actually Harry’s dad who’s guilt overwhelmed him so much he put the gun to his head.

She’d been terrified when she introduced him to her family, afraid he’d been treated badly on account of his dad being the reason her dad had shellshock.

But he hadn’t blamed him for what his father did, just like he didn’t blame Diane for what her father does.

“Yeah, we got time. We’ll give you a tour of Small Heath, doesn’t look like the one you saw in 1916 anymore.”

It doesn’t take him long to find his way around her house.

Only cost him his pack of cigarettes to get the footman to show him the family wing and the servant’s stairs.

Now he was lying on her bed and making plans to come here after the party make up for lost time.

“How do you want me to behave tonight when you’re not even wearing a brasserie?” he asks as he enjoys the show she gives him as she dressed for tonight.

He’d been very underdressed for the occasion and now he waits for his dad and Lois to bring him his one formal set of clothes.

Tom had the misfortune of being taller than the Shelby men and because everything was tailored to fit them, it all fit too short on him.

Only thing he could borrow was a red tie that matched Diane’s dress.

The dress was cut low on the front while the back had a v running all the way to her waist teasing him with the tan back he’s been dying to feel under his hands again.

Wouldn’t take much for him to sneak trail his fingers up and down the exposed skin or copping a feel of her perky tits by discreetly getting his hand inside the dress.

Only been fifteen days since he’s last been with her and already it’s driving him to bedlam.

“Because you don’t want to do any of that when your dad and sister will be there too.” His witch shook her head slightly with a shy giggle as she put on her earrings.

“Who said anything about doing it where people can see us? Although if you lose a fork and want to thank me for the necklace, I am not stopping you.” He suggested with cheeky grin and she rolled her eyes at his suggestion.

But she doesn’t stop him when he leaves her bed and helps her put on the necklace he gave her again.

Moved her hair over the shoulder and felt that spark as his fingertips brushed over the skin.

That little sigh she gave told him all he needed to know.

“How much time do we have?” he whispered in the shell of her ear as he grew bold enough to run his free hand down her back.

“Enough, I think.”

“Tastes bitter.” Tom remarks after getting a taste of Diane’s homebrewed contraception.

Most of the evidence of their frantic and hurried fuck was gone, and now she just needed to ensure she doesn’t have a shotgun wedding so soon after her twentieth birthday.

“You get used to it.” The witch said as she took back the little vial.. “Besides, its better than the alternative.”

Her mother had learned how to make this when she was a nurse, that and how to deliver babies and perform abortions.

She’s been trying to get her perfected recipe turned into a pill or something easier and more effective to use.

A baby isn’t always a blessing, sometimes the absence of one is the real blessing, she had said when she taught Diane the recipe after catching her in bed with her former boyfriend.

“Do you mean sheaths or the idea of us having a little Vera?” he jokes lighting a cigarette.

They have joked about this, once his sheath tore while they were fucking in her vardo and he’d said if it was a girl she’d be named Vera after his mother.

Vera Eve after both their mums, she had amended.

“Both.” The witch said fixing her makeup. Tom had been careful not to smudge it, but after nearly two weeks without each other, the witch couldn’t help herself. “More effective than the former and much more easier to care for than the later.”

And yet as he took her on her vanity she saw glimpses of a future with him.

Her in white with the lace mantilla veil her great-great-great grandmother Lidia Chapul had worn at her wedding when Mexico had just broken free from Spain.

Him in his uniform, a strange hardness in his eyes and yet they soften with her, he smiles broadly as she walks down the aisle in a courthouse she’s never seen before.

A kiss goodbye as they stand in the docks, a kiss hello when he returns and him carrying her over the threshold and into a row house so like the one he lives in.

Mrs. Bennett, he calls her in that future.

And because she has given him her word about keeping secrets, she’ll wait until the party’s over and they’re here alone to do it.

Somehow the mere idea of telling him this makes her more nervous than the prospect of telling him he’ll have to fight just as his dad did.

How in hell did her mother cope with shit like this?

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Part 10: Red Right Hand

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Tommy makes his thoughts on singing at the Garrison more than clear, and a situation develops with Danny Whizz-Bang.

Word Count: 3,477

Notes: Warnings for depictions of blood, smut, drug use, PTSD, and violence.

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Chapter 3: Singing in the Garrison

“Are they singing?” Lucy gawked, eyes widening at the sounds emitting from the Garrison. Tommy’s eyes narrowed, shoving open the doors with a slight creak. The moment they stepped inside, with their obvious caps and her hair, bright as a beacon, everyone in the bar quieted, turning away to their drinks.

Well, everyone except for one.

Grace remained standing straight, eyes focused straight ahead on Lucy and Tommy. There was a quiet defiance in her eyes, and something else, too. Like she was assessing them as she finished singing her song.

She really did have a very beautiful voice. The kind that could make you cry, if she wanted you to. Tommy was leaning against one of the pub’s golden beams, eyes wide and focused firmly on Grace. Lucy smirked and elbowed him lightly.  

Once the song was over, Grace’s eyes darted somewhat nervously about, as if realizing that she had just done something taboo. Harry approached Tommy very, very cautiously. 

“We haven’t had singing in here since the war,” he commented with a shaky smile. Tommy looked at him with a face like stone, cold and unmoving.

“Why do you think that is, Harry?” his eyes snapped back to Grace, who looked down at her shoes. Great. Now he’d gone and hurt her feelings.

“Buzzkill,” Lucy whispered in his ear as they made their way towards the snug. 

“I don’t like singing,” he grumbled.

“Yes, love, I think you made that abundantly clear.”

He shot her a look that was about as close to apologetic as she knew she was going to get. Sliding into a seat across from him, she pulled a stack of cards from her pocket.

“You can make it up to me by letting me kick your ass at poker.”

Settling into a seat across from her, he snorted. But his smile was fond as she started to deal out the cards. 

They were just starting to play their first hand when the door to the snug opened, Grace stepping in with a bottle of whiskey and some glasses clutched in her hands. She set them down silently on the table, not meeting either of their eyes. 

“Hullo, again,” Lucy smiled at her, unable to help herself. Grace finally looked up at her, eyes a shade darker blue than Tommy’s, but no less beautiful. 

“Hello, Miss. Winters.”

“Just ‘Lucy’ is fine, Grace,” shooting a look at Tommy, who was very pointedly staring at his cards, she rolled her eyes at his rudeness. “How are you settling in?”

“Oh, um, good. Good. Harry’s been very welcoming.”

“Good,” nodding, she glanced back at her cards. “We’ll let you get back to work, then. Thanks for the whiskey.”

Grace looked for a moment like she wanted to say more, looking nervously over at Tommy. But she evidently thought better of it; closing her mouth and just offering Lucy and little nod and a tiny smile before disappearing out the door. As soon as it was closed, Lucy gave Tommy a light kick under the table. 

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You could at least try to be nice.”

“Ugh,” he grunted, making a face like the idea was entirely foreign to him.

“You were nice to me when I first showed up here.”

“That was different.”

“Why?”

Finally looking up from his cards, he sighed, setting them face down onto the table. “Well, for one, I had copious background checks done on you before we even spoke,” the smoke from his cigarette rose and twisted within the air. Lucy waited for him to say more, eyebrows raising when he didn’t.

“And two?”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘for one.’ What was the other reason?”

When he blinked, it was slow, like a cat. “You know why.”

She felt heat rise to her cheeks, trying to hide it with a smirk. “Aw, Tom. Were you smitten with me?”  

“You’re infuriating, you know that?” he grumbled, with absolutely zero bite or conviction behind his words. If anything he looked like he was fighting back a smile as he scooped his cards back up again. Lucy cackled gleefully.

“Me!? You’re the one who’s grumpy and scowling all the time,” she nudged his shin with the toe of her shoe lovingly.

“Okay, you know what? I was gonna be nice and let you win–” he ignored her indignant squawk at that, “but now I think I’ll take all your money and make you walk home.”

She giggled. “Your threats are empty, Shelby,” they both knew he’d never leave her to walk home alone in the dark. 

“Just play your fucking hand, Lucy,” but he was making that face that meant he was biting the side of his mouth to keep from laughing.

Still giggling, she tossed her cards onto the table, opening the bottle of whiskey and pouring two glasses.

Neither of them was really able to help the glances that they kept shooting towards the door Grace had disappeared through.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Oh,” Lucy moaned, gripping tight to his shoulders, face pressing into the side of his head. Tommy growled, the hand on her bare thigh squeezing as he felt her walls fluttering around his cock. He held her tight, thrusting into her deeply and making the bed beneath them squeal in protest. Her nails scraped pleasantly along his skin, and in retaliation he nipped lightly at her shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

As if he’d ever want to. She felt so good it made his head spin; so wet and tight around him, the little sounds she was desperately trying to keep quiet only spurring him on. 

Her walls squeezed around him even tighter when he slightly adjusted the angle of his thrusts, so that with every stroke he was rubbing right up against the spot that made her eyes roll into the back of her head. 

Tommy watched in wonderment as her beautiful face contorted, head falling back with her eyes closed, mouth opening in a moan. And then her walls were squeezing around him in a vice grip, orgasm gushing out around him, and he couldn’t keep back his own groan of pleasure. Pressure was building in his balls, tingles shooting up and down his shaft while the head of his cock swelled. Wrapping both arms around Lucy, he buried his face in her shoulder, pressing his mouth to her neck to muffle his groan as he finally snapped his hips forward one last time into her, holding himself there as he came explosively inside her. 

Lucy made a happy little sound in the back of her throat, clinging to him tightly while he finished. Every one of his instincts was aching and begging for him to get somehow closer and deeper into her. 

As if he wanted to merge them into a single being. 

Final shockwaves of pleasure leaving his body, Tommy sighed pleasantly, lifting his head from where it was still nestled in the crook of Lucy’s neck. Her green eyes were heavy-lidded, satisfied and sleepy.

“Mm,” with a little hum, she rested her hand on his cheek, thumb rubbing his cheekbone. Tommy leaned into it, the coolness of her hand soothing against his warm skin. When he ran his fingertips across her lips, she turned her head to kiss them, then angled her head to caress his lips with hers, feather-soft. 

He pulled out of her gingerly, wincing at the sensation on his now oversensitive cock, adjusting himself to lay beside her. The bed was so tiny that they were still squished together, Tommy’s arms remaining looped around her while she laid her head on his chest. 

“Should get cleaned up, soon,” she mumbled, still sounding a little pleasure-drunk.

“Yes,” Tommy agreed, though neither of them made any such movements. They were both a little bit of a mess, hair rumpled, clothes tossed all over the room, and the bedsheets half thrown to the floor. 

They laid there for a long time, the silence comfortable around them, until finally Lucy made a face and sat up.

“Right, seriously. Before I fall asleep.”

Tommy fought not to pout as she rolled over to give him a quick, not-quite innocent kiss before slipping out of his arms. Sitting up, he watched her move about the room, grabbing clothes and folding them carefully.

“I can do that,” he offered, pushing himself up. Lucy shot him a grateful look, pulling her knickers back on and stealing his shirt from where it was deposited on the floor near the window. 

“I’ll be right back,” she promised, stretching up on her toes to kiss him, pulling his shirt on and opening the door a crack, peeking out and then tip-toeing into the hall towards the washroom. 

Sighing, Tommy set to work collecting the remainder of Lucy’s clothes, folding them meticulously and setting them in a stack on the dresser. He pulled back on his underwear and trousers, taking a clean undershirt from a drawer. He knew better than to try to get back the one Lucy had just nabbed. It wouldn’t be until laundry day that he would have the chance to steal it back from her.

Finished dressing and tidying, he pulled out the little kit hidden under his pillow, opening it slowly. 

The door made an almost inaudible creek as Lucy snuck back in, closing it behind her with a click. She rolled her eyes fondly at the sight of him once again almost completely dressed, but kissed his cheek with a smile, sitting down next to him and cuddling into his side.    

The match snapped as he struck it, carefully holding the flame to the wick until it caught. With careful, controlled movements, he unrolled the pipe from the fabric he kept it wrapped in. He rolled the little brown dollop of the drug between his fingers, hooking it carefully onto the pin before holding it over the flame until it smoked. Then it was settled into its spot in the pipe, a steady line of smoke still rising from it, the scent filling the small room. Settling on his side, he took a long, slow drag from the pipe, letting the smoke fill his lungs and his mind.

“Can I have a hit?” already, Lucy’s voice sounded very abstract and far away. He just nodded, passing the pipe to her. She took a lazy drag from it and handed it back, settling in beside him in the tiny bed. Tommy sighed as she curled up against his back, an arm falling to wrap loosely around his waist. As she began to drift off, she mumbled something about how him sleeping with his shoes on was an affront to God.

“You don’t believe in God,” he grumbled back.

“Still.”

Sleep pulled him under before he could come up with a response.

The dream was the same as it always was. The tunnel. The shovels against the walls. Danny and Freddie beside him. Screaming. Blood bursting underneath his hands. 

He woke with a gasp, sitting up straight and panting. His face was sweaty when he rubbed his hands over his eyes. A pained sound left his lips. Something between a whimper and a groan. He wasn’t even sure how long he had actually managed to sleep for.

The sound of voices, outside, alerted him. He stretched across the bed to pull back the curtain. It was just two coppers, chattering to each other as they walked down the street. Taking a deep breath, his heart still pounding in his chest, he laid down slowly back on the bed.

“Tommy?” Lucy stirred, likely roused from all the moving.

“Sorry, love. I’m all right,” he whispered. She shifted, tugging on his shoulder until he turned to face her. They should have gone to her flat, instead of his. Her bed was much more comfortable.

His lashes fluttered as she cupped his clammy cheek with her small hand. She never pressured him to talk about it; and she already knew what haunted him in his dreams, just as he knew what it was that had her sometimes waking up beside him, screaming and clawing at phantom enemies.

“Come here,” she coaxed, pulling him closer until his head was settled against her chest, arms looped over his shoulders. A sigh left his lips, the smell of her perfume enough to lull him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get back to sleep, but at the very least he was comfortable and content there. Her fingers ran carefully up and down his back. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling closer to her.

“‘Kay. Just try to relax, love,” her eyes slipped closed as she settled back against the bed. “And take off your damn shoes,” she complained a moment later. That drew a breathless laugh from his lips, shoes falling off the end of the bed with two loud thumps as he kicked them off.

“There. Happy?”

“Mhm,” she purred in approval. And with her fingers running lazily through his hair, he let sleep claim him once more.     

∗ ∗ ∗

Stepping away from his conversation with Charlie, he headed for the stables. Lucy was cooing quietly to the chestnut horse in one of the stalls, stroking her nose and feeding sugar cubes to her from her palm.

“How’d it go?” she asked as he moved to stand beside her, hand reaching out to stroke Sin’s red fur.

“Fine.”

The look she gave him was deeply knowing. “You’ve decided to keep the guns.”

“How do you know that? I didn’t know until just now.”

She shrugged. “Could see it in your eyes,” clearing her throat, she sighed. “We have a problem,” her voice was solemn. He raised an eyebrow. Giving Sin one last pat on the flank, she turned to him, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I just heard from our people in Little Italy. This afternoon, Danny Whizz-Bang killed a waiter outside a restaurant. He was having one of his attacks, the waiter came at him with a knife, things got out of hand…it wasn't intentional,” she jerked her head, to toss some hair out of her face. “But the man he killed had brothers who are in with the Italians. So…”

“So they’re threatening war?”

“Unless we deliver Danny Whizz-Bang to them.”

“Fuck,” he rubbed a hand down his face. Sin whinnied, as if sensing his distress. He stroked a hand absentmindedly through her thick mane. Danny was his friend. His comrade. Yes, the man was an undeniable mess, but that didn’t change what they’d gone through together, trapped down there in the tunnels, deep under the ground…

Maybe that was why he could never bring himself to truly discipline Danny, despite his constant public outbursts. Lucy stroked his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I should have done more to get him help.”

“How?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, unable to come up with an answer for her, running his hand once along the stripe of white fur that covered Sin’s nose.

“Do you think the Italians would accept it being me that does it?”

Lucy blinked. “I–maybe. I could get the word out to them, see if they’d be open to it.”

“Good. Do that.”

“Tommy…”

“Wait,” he said, turning to grasp her shoulders. Lucy looked up at him with worried jewel green eyes. “Just…listen to my plan, first, eh? I have an idea.”

Her brows furrowed, but he could see it, in her eyes. Always so trusting. So loyal. He couldn’t even begin to consider how thankful he was for her. How when everyone else was pushing against him, or questioning him, she was there, in his corner. 

“Okay.”

∗ ∗ ∗

The fog had settled thickly over the bank along the river. Across the water, the two Italians stared at her intensely. One held a cigar in his hand. The other had his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Lucy forced herself not to break eye contact, back leaned against a barrel. For all appearances the figure of casual nonchalance despite the tensing in her muscles. She only looked away at the sound of Tommy and Danny’s footsteps. Tommy was speaking softly, while Danny kept his head hung low, clutching his hat to his chest. 

“If I let the Italians do this, Danny, they’ll cut off your manhood and let you drain. That’s how those bastards do things.”

Pot, meet kettle, Mr. Shelby. She had to hide her snort. Though, she supposed, it wasn’t completely hypocritical. He just always had her do the castrating for him.

Lucy looked away to the ground, only half listening as Danny and Tommy continued to speak with each other.

And then Danny was looking to the sky.

“I suppose I ought to pray now.”

Oh, honey. Didn’t he know that it was not God that had looked after him all this time?

Danny gave Tommy his final requests, and they shook hands. Danny smiled, pulled his hat on, and turned his back to Tommy, so he was facing the river. The boat Charlie was seated in was just beginning to drift past them. The gun glinted in the sun as Tommy pulled it from his coat, clicking as it cocked.

“In the bleak midwinter.”

There was a long stretch of silence, and then the gun cracked, echoing as it was fired. Danny fell forward, to crumple in the center of the boat. Blood and brains splattered across Tommy’s face. The two Italians looked at each other and nodded, walking away to disappear into the fog. Tommy holstered his gun and turned, stepping away from the bank. Lucy straightened and moved to follow him.

“Here,” she handed him a handkerchief, and he grimaced as he wiped away the sheep’s brains sticking to his face. 

“Ugh.”

“How’s it smell?”

“Not great.”

She took the handkerchief from him, grasping his chin as she wiped at a spot on his forehead that he missed. “There.”

“Thank you.”

“You think they bought it?”

“We better hope so,” he began walking towards the exit of the yard. “Your brother is still willing to host him while he’s in London?”

“Yeah. He’s got a spare room. Said it’s no trouble, really.”

“Tell him I said thank you.”

“Already did,” she looped her arm with his. They shared a cigarette as they walked back to the betting shop, the door creaking as Tommy shoved it open and led her inside. He went to a table, throwing open a book, flattening his hands on the desk, hunching over it with an exhausted sigh. Lucy patted his shoulder, shrugging off her coat and hanging it on a hook, heading into their office and collapsing into the chair at her little desk. She could faintly hear Arthur bursting in, shouting something about Monaghan Boy winning the race. Just like Tommy had planned. She didn’t pay it much mind, unlocking one of the drawers in her desk and pulling out the documents inside, eyes scanning over them quickly as she set to work. Tommy vanished for a while, probably to go talk to Polly. Her pen scratched against the paper as she wrote down notes.

“What do you think of all of this?”

She looked up to find Arthur watching her with narrowed eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

“About what?”

“Him fixing races.”

Lucy shrugged, looking back down at her paperwork. “Tommy knows what he’s doing.”

“He’s going to bring Billy Kimber’s wrath down on all our heads.”

“We can handle Kimber.”

“How the hell do you know?”

“Tommy has a strategy.”

There was a long pause. “He tells you things that he doesn’t tell the rest of us,” there was a bitterness in Arthur’s voice. Lucy shrugged, putting the remaining papers back in the drawer and locking it before standing.

“Maybe, instead of being angry with me, you lot should take a moment to consider why that is,” she squeezed past him and out the door, heading for the kitchen. Arthur didn’t follow her. 

Tommy and Polly were talking in the kitchen. Whisking past them as she pulled on her coat, she ventured into the sitting room. A moment later Tommy followed her, and they stepped out the door and into the night. Soot hung heavily in the air, like snowflakes. Lights illuminated from the Garrison as they passed it, laughter and the clinking of glasses echoing from within. Lucy glanced to the side and promptly elbowed Tommy lightly in the ribs until he followed her gaze to where Grace was standing outside the pub. A red sweater was pulled over her shoulders, her golden hair like a halo illuminated in the otherwise dreary, gray scenery. Glancing away from the man she was conversing with, the barmaid’s eyes caught theirs. And for a moment the three of them gazed silently at each other.

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[deadendtracks]

Grace singing I am stretched on your grave as Campbell digs up the guns from Danny whizz bang’s grave. Is objectively funny

[cosmoseinfeld]

there's a gay fan fiction gap in S01E03, where danny whizz bang visits tommy at night and they talk about their war trauma and night terrors and then it cuts to tommy waking up to an empty room but with a note from danny left at the bedside table....

#peaky blinders lb #do you think danny waited by tommy's side until he fell asleep...

[noforkingclue]

I remember reading that that the trench slang association is the reason the character is called Tommy...

But that makes me wonder about Danny Whizz-Bang. I thought that was a trench nickname but they somehow made it his surname which makes absolutely no sense (whizz-bang was a nickname given to a wwi shell for the type of noise they made)

I always assumed that was a nickname...

Could be wrong though!

[peakyblindersscreencaps]

Danny Whizz Bang in 1.6

[nofckingfighting]

‘Did I do it again?’

‘You did it again, Danny. You gotta stop doing this, man.’

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #thomasshelbyltd #tvseriessource #peakyblindersedit #peakyblinded #perioddramasource #bbelcher #cinemapix #userrobin #underbetelgeuse #chewieblog #userhayf #userkristen #gft4g

[the-geeky-truth]

So I made a thing ...

Originally, the light orange tier was created especially for Michael and Arthur Sr., but Tatiana fit surprisingly well.

And yes, I counted Moss as a Blinder.

#peaky blinders #ada thorne #polly gray #shelby brothers #shelby wives #alfie solomons #curly #barney #charlie strong #johnny dogs #isiah jesus #jeremiah jesus #aberama gold #bonnie gold #danny whizz-bang #sergeant moss #jessie eden #may carleton #ben younger #freddie thorne #ruben oliver #harry #gina gray #michael gray #arthur shelby sr. #tatiana petrovna #gang leaders #inspector campbell #father hughes #oswald mosley

[cillianmurphyaddict]

Peaky Blinders season 1 episode 1

(Gif’s made by me)

#peaky blinders #Cillian Murphy #Samuel Edward-Cook #thomas shelby #Daniel Owen #tommy shelby #Danny whizz-bang #Peaky blinders season 1 #tv show #tvedit #series #peaky blinders gif #peaky blinders scene #gifs #my edit

[twvstedsouls]

Favourite Peaky Things

Season 1 Finale / The Duel - S1.06, S4.05 

Lewis gun - Danny, Freddie and Tommy

‘It was meant to be routine. I asked my men to steal me four bikes with petrol engines. They picked up the wrong fucking crate.’               

‘Inside we found 25 Lewis machine guns,

10.000 rounds of ammunition,

50 semi-automatic rifles,

200 pistols with shells.’

‘Jesus, Tommy.’

#peaky blinders #peakyblindersedit #danny whizz-bang #freddie thorne #tommy shelby #merelsgifs #perioddramaedit #peakyblindersgifs #usershelby

[bearsinpotatosacks]

I'm on a serious Peaky Blinders kick and have been for the last 2 weeks and when rewatching scenes with @tophatcat459 I released a few things about the War

They (Tommy, Arthur, John, Freddie, Danny, Barney and Jeremiah) talk about being a team together but if you look at some of their wikis and what you see on the show they're also separated

So I've decided that they all joined and were send to Warwickshire Yeomanry Regiment and after the whole "In the Bleak Midwinter" they were given medals and separated

Tommy, Freddie, Danny and apparently Arthur all became Clay Kickers

John stayed with the Warwickshire Yeomanry and Barney trained with the Marines as a sniper

Then I found out that Jeremiah was born in the 1870s, so is closer to Charlie Strong's age. Which begs the question, if Jeremiah fought, would Charlie have?

#peaky blinders #charlie strong #jeremiah jesus #tommy shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #danny whizz-bang #freddie thorne #barney thomason #barney thompson #bear thinks

[evita-shelby]

Hello ❤️ I’m glad your feeling better! ❤️ I saw your post about requests being open and I was maybe wondering if I send request a fluffy Michael Grey x fem!reader for you maybet? There would be no smut though if that’s ok! The idea would be that the reader is Charlie’s nanny and both her and Mike like eachother but are oblivious. Then one day the kids are playing and get Michael all muddy (b/c I believe s2 and 3 Mike would love playing with kids like his foster brother!) and he has to take a bath so he goes upstairs and just assumes a maid had run one for him and goes behind like a folding curtain to undress, not realizing that the reader had just stepped out for a second to grab towels for HER bath. And then yeah, if your comfortable with it it would just be like the kinda funny/embarrassing trope of accidentally walking in on someone undressing and both being kinda frozen in shock and dying a little inside? And maybe like Michael ends up turning around so fast he like runs into a door and gives himself a bloody nose😂

maybe at the end after they both avoid each other for the rest of the day they end up admiring their feeling but idk?😂 you can do whatever you want with it if you’d like!❤️❤️ You don’t have to do it too if you don’t want to❤️❤️Have a great day!!❤️

The Bath

I had too much fun writing it, could be that i might be a it high from the cough medicine lol

Also reader dislikes Grace, is Danny Whizz Bang's niece and has a habit of stealing

Gif by @pennylanefics

You didn’t always get time for a relaxing bath. For fuck’s sake you were a nanny and when your stuck up rich lady boss died, you had to stay and take care of Charlie, the only good thing to come out of her.

That had been three months ago. Barely spring. You reckon you haven’t had a break since then.

Shelby was a good and fair boss, nice to look at, but too old for you. His wife had tried to fire you several times before she died because she was threatened by a pretty young thing like you who disliked her for all the shit she did in 1919.

Your uncle, Danny Owens, had died because of her. Not that she ever knew.

If anyone asked you, Mr. Shelby should’ve married that fancy rich lady with the horses John had told you about. At least that one could be trusted not to frame a man for their crimes.

But you adored little Charlie, reminded you so much of your own siblings and your cousins who depended on your wages and Shelby’s good nature.

He was two and just beginning to be trouble.

But he was playing with John’s kids and Michael Gray under Polly’s and Esme’s watchful eyes, so you had time for both a long hot bath and a nap. Been so long since you’ve napped during the day.

Nap and dream of Michael, a little voice in your head teased you.

You liked him from the moment you met him at Polly’s doorstep. You’ve wanted to fuck him since you saw him take off his shirt to help Curly with the horses.

But he, much like his cousin, liked rich girls. And you were too poor to be middle class let alone rich. So, the only Michael you’d have in your life is the one in your rather dirty dreams.

You just needed some towels and maybe that good bath scent you’ve been stealing from the late Mrs. Shelby’s bathroom supplies. It wasn’t like the dead woman needed them anyways.

---

Michael hadn’t had wholesome fun like this in what felt like years.

He’s still laughing, being careful not to get mud on things and doesn’t notice he went into the wrong room. His room was between his mother’s and Finn’s, but everything in this fucking house looks the same and the nanny had the room between Polly’s and the nursery.

His mother had likely ordered Mary to ready a bath for him, how sweet of her. Pol was always thoughtful like that, he smiled to himself as he closed the door to the bath.

He wonders if it was Y/N who drew him the bath. She liked the floral scents and the fancy soaps and making sure it was the right temperature.

Michael should man up and talk to her, but part of him is worried she’s going to say no.

Polly had told him that she wouldn’t, but he can’t help, but listen to the voice in his head that tells him he’s not good enough for her.

He’s too busy thinking about how pretty she looks in Grace’s stolen earrings this morning while he undresses that he doesn’t notice this is not his room.

----

You’re too busy humming some classical song you were told to play for Charlie to soothe him as you pushed the bath door open with your back.

You were sure you’d left it open, but maybe you closed it by accident.

You turn and you scream, dropping Mrs. Shelby’s fancy French soaps on the floor, and your turned back around with every intention of running out of the room.

Naked as the day your mother wrenched him out of Polly’s cunt, Michael Gray.

He shouts back and trips as he scrambled for his pants or the nearest towel.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, I assumed you were done readying the bath.” He grabs the towel and winced as he wrapped it around his waist.

“Mike, why the fuck would I let you use my bath?” you ask gesturing to all your things on the counter.

“Fuck, not again.” He muttered when he realized it wasn’t his room.

It wasn’t his fault. The lady of the house had purposely redecorated some rooms to look almost exactly the same as the others. After all, she was going to sack you the morning after her charity gala after she caught you gossiping with Polly and Ada about her.

It was uncharitable to think it, but no one ever liked her anyways, so you think it: she died right on time.

#michael gray x fem!reader #michael gray x reader #michael gray #grace bashing not sorry

[darealsaltysam]

ya like... *looks at scrawled note on hand*

that british show that starts with stealing some guns and ends with the accidental rise of a fascist government?

#peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders meme #peaky blinders #alignment chart #thomas shelby #danny whizz-bang #michael grey #ada thorne #esme shelby #aberama gold #arthur shelby #grace shelby #johnny dogs #john shelby #polly grey #alfie solomons #luca changretta #finn shelby #inspector campbell #oswald mosley #yeah i sat there thinking this through #no i didnt make this in paint why do you ask #this is how i cope with series 5 depression