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

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

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, mentions of Shelby family

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

13) Well, this is romantic

18) Everyone is staring

19) They definitely heard us

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You said that fifteen minutes ago."

"Do you want to go home?"

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

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

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

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

"Well, we need to finish our picnic."

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

"What?"

"You really are a hopeless romantic."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No one told me there was a meeting."

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

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

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

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

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

Not this again.

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Finn I didn't mean-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! Can I please come inside?"

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

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

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

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

Shit, was his worst fear coming true?

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

"No, and that's the problem."

"What?"

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

"My family aren't normal."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So I will be meeting them?"

"That's all you took from that?"

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

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

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

"I would never say that about you!"

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

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

"You're not just my girlfriend now."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

"They definitely heard you."

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you fucking serious?" Tommy mumbled.

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

"Whatever. Bring her downstairs."

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

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

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

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

"Stop, this is serious."

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

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

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

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

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

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Maybe That Was New York

This is a work of fiction.

Hey all! This is a little birthday fic I wrote for myself (name changed 😂). I always feel weird writing fics with real people in them, but hey we all have our fantasies, right?

Enjoy!

Part 2

Maybe That Was New York

It was just after 8:30 am, an early start by New York City standards, when the barista noticed a girl walk into the coffee shop and do a double take. The barista watched the girl’s eye line, noticing that she was focusing on the young British man who was sitting at a corner table, with reddish hair and head down down, focusing on a book he was reading.  

Must be some celebrity, she thought, and shrugged. It was the city, this happened all the time. The girl ordered a large iced tea and a bagel, her eyes darting over to the British man as she waited for her order.  

The barista watched as the girl collected her iced tea and bagel, took a deep breath, and walked calmly towards where the man was sitting, taking the table next to his. She fiddled with her straw, then her phone, unwrapping her bagel but not eating it quite yet.

“John Shelby has always been my favorite brother, personally.” The girl said out loud, dropping the comment so casually the barista was impressed.

The British man looked up to where the voice was coming from and a small grin appeared on his face. He was met with a girl his own age, sipping on a straw, watching for his reaction. He could tell she was nervous, but he was intrigued. No fan interactions started off like this.

“Oh really? Any particular reason?” He replied, turning towards her.

“I mean, I could write a book really about my love for John Shelby, but he’s a lefty and so am I, so we’ll start there.” She replied with a little smirk.

“I’m quite impressed you noticed that, most people don’t. John would find it charming, I’m sure.” 

“Gotta say though, hate how his death was written. I would’ve done it better, preferably keeping him alive. There were too many holes. Let’s start with Michael rolling up in his suit, like come on. You go through that trouble when the Mafia is after you? I think not.” The girl retorted.

The man grinned at the mention of Michael, who was such a love/hate character. Her passion for the storyline was clear, as was her passion for John Shelby. The man found himself drawn to her intelligence and wit, her New York confidence. He wanted to find out more.

“Well, if you’re free, come join me so we can discuss further. I’d love to hear your ideas on that.” 

The girl smiled and picked up her breakfast, walking over and sitting catty corner to him at the table. It was a little too much, to sit directly across from the blue eyed gaze that seemed to be burning into her.

“I’m Joe, by the way. But I think you already know that.” Joe said with a chuckle.

“Really nice to meet you, Joe. I’m Jenny.” She replied.

“Lovely to meet you, as well. Please, continue your dissertation on Peaky Blinders, I’m fascinated.”

An hour later, the two were laughing as Joe told a story about his brother, Finn, on set. Neither noticed the barista watching them from a distance, smiling to herself. Something was happening here, and she was spellbound, seeing it unfold.

“So, Jenny, you haven’t told me what’s brought you in today. Do you live around here?”

“I’m from New York, but just outside of the city. I’m in town for a few days, birthday trip for myself. It’s one of my favorite places to be.”

“Good for you. When’s your birthday?”

“Tomorrow. I like to really let myself get taken in by the city for a bit, it’s what I love the most about it. The possibility of what could happen …” She replied, drifting off as Joe caught her eye.

“It’s an interesting place, that’s for sure.” Joe replied, his gaze lingering.

“What brings you to the city? Work?”

“Yes, I’m actually filming a new project, we start in a few weeks. Thought I’d come out early, get myself situated, sit in on a few production meetings.”

“That sounds great. Are you able to tell me about the project?”

“I am, but what do you say we move this outside? Getting a little crowded in here.” Joe replied.

He’d always prided himself on a low profile as an actor, which was all the more apparent when he was outside of England. Even so, New York was a major entertainment hub and a densely populated city, someone was bound to recognize him at some point. He hadn’t expected it to be on his third morning there, and by a pretty girl no less.

Jenny stood and watched as he cleared both his own trash and hers, which as an American girl, was not something she was used to. He led the way outside, skirting around a couple of strollers, and they both walked into the late summer sunlight. The barista lost herself for a moment, watching them leave. She hoped they would come back.

The pair walked slowly down the block, Joe explaining the new film he was working on. It wasn’t often that he found someone outside of the industry that intrigued with the inner details of filmmaking. Which made him wonder if she was actually outside of it at all.

“So, tell me, what do you do for work?” 

“Well, there’s the day job, which pays the bills. I’ve been in the indie music scene for a long time, on the side. And I also write.” 

“What do you write?”

“Oh, just short stories, poetry that’s probably really more like lyrics, that kind of thing.” Jenny said, her face flushing.

“You seem to know quite a lot about the film industry, is that something that interests you?”

“It does, greatly. I’d love to write a script someday or work on a set. When I write, I see a lot of it in my head first, like a film.”

“I’d love to read something you’ve written, if you’d like to show me later on.”

“Sure. As long as I can leave the room when you do it.” She replied with a smile and a nod.

Joe watched as her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and he smiled to himself. She was nervous and it was endearing. He found himself more interested by the minute. 

“Do you have any plans for the day?”

“Yes and no? I was just going to wander, one of my favorite things to do. Grab lunch at some point, and then go to one of my favorite spots for dinner.”

“I could join you, if you like.”

Joe watched her eyes flicker, and he felt nervous and awkward all of a sudden. Was it too much? Probably. But he felt like he already knew her and she knew him. It was a rare thing in his life, and he thought it was the same for her.

“Sure, that would be great.” She replied with a shy smile.

They wound their way from Tribeca into Soho, Jenny pointing out her favorite buildings, locations of long shuttered clubs she used to go to. Joe found himself getting lost in her stories, the sun glinting off the gold highlights in her hair, the glimpse of her eyes behind dark sunglasses. This was not at all what he’d expected when he’d arrived from London.

“I feel like this is maybe too soon to ask, but also already too late …” Joe began as they sat on at a corner table outside of a small cafe, waiting on lunch.

“Ask what?”

“Are you … are you single? I kind of assumed, since you were here alone, but that doesn’t really mean anything either.” Joe asked, feeling slightly flustered.

“Oh, no. I mean, yes, I am single. Solo trip for a solo person.” Jenny replied with an awkward laugh.

“That’s good. For me.” Joe replied with a cute smile.

Jenny watched his face, his eyes clear and honest, she could see that it was true. He was happy about it. She lost herself for a moment in the gray blue, deeper than it appeared. She’d fantasized about this, sure, but this was actually happening. And then she had a thought.

“Wait - are you single?” She asked suddenly, fearing the worst.

“Yes, which is why I asked you … it’s true, what they say, then. That dating in America is terrible?” Joe responded, feeling suddenly a little sad for her.

“It’s the absolute worst. But meeting an English boy in America? Good so far.” She replied.

Joe smiled again and watched her face light up as he reached his hand across the table, tucking her hair back. He let his fingers linger against her face for a moment, feeling the heat from the sun under her skin. Their eyes locked, and he was sure time had stopped until the waiter cleared his throat, plates in hand.

They both leaned back, waiting for the waiter to make his exit before looking back at each other, a steady connection now. Jenny’s hand shook slightly as she picked up her silverware, becoming very aware that Joe was watching her every second. 

“Do you mind me asking how long it’s been for you? Since your last relationship?” He asked casually.

“Years, really. I’ve never been one to be out there dating actively, it’s just not for me. I’m receptive if a situation arises, but I don’t seek it. I prefer to see what the universe brings into my life.” Jen replied, watching him watch her as she spoke.

“We’re quite similar then.” Joe responded before taking a bite of his food.

“How long for you?”

“I’ve dated casually here and there, but last serious relationship was years ago. Ended quite badly really, turns out she was cheating on me for awhile. By the time I got over that, I was deep into acting and it’s such a busy pace, didn’t seem worth my time to be out with random girls. Much prefer letting things happen naturally, as you said.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I was in a bad relationship about ten years ago, wasn’t worth my time, either.” 

Joe nodded in understanding and Jenny caught a momentary shift of pain in his eyes before it went. He must’ve been deeply in love, for that pain to still exist all this time later. She knew what it was like, to be able to trust again. Not an easy thing. 

The conversation turned to lighter topics, but both felt the spark crackling between them, a live wire unleashed. Joe found himself letting his gaze linger, noting that Jenny’s eyes would move down to his open collar and then back up to his face. 

Everything he’d said was true, and really many of the girls he’d dated was purely for sexual satisfaction. He was always upfront about keeping it casual, keeping it low key. Always hoping in the background that one of them would turn out to be the right one. But in the end, none had been.

Jenny lost track of time as they wandered further, up into the Village. Sharing stories and memories of the past. Joe telling her about his last trip to New York, a few years before, with his brothers. They were standing at a crosswalk, waiting for the cars to pass, when he reached out and took her hand in his. She looked down at their hands linked and then back up, with such a pure smile he felt like the world could stop right then and everything would be fine.

The hours flew by as they went to the dinner reservation she had made, sitting across from each other in dim lighting, the din of the restaurant surrounding them. It was what she loved about New York, that you could lose yourself, be anyone you wanted to be, be free. Maybe even find yourself sitting across from a person you thought you’d never actually meet.

Joe watched as she ordered her favorite champagne, taking a mental note. Then realizing he was already taking mental notes on her preferences. It felt like a month had passed in the twelve hours since they had met. Maybe that was New York, too. 

She sipped on her champagne, meeting his eye over the glass, letting him stare. It was impossible for her to ignore the bare skin of his neck, a chain hanging loosely down. She bit her lip and let her eyes linger where the chain lay, looking back up to find him fixated. He was having all kinds of thoughts running through his head, mostly not so innocent ones. She swept her hair over her shoulder, and he found himself mesmerized by the way her collarbone looked in the light. Shadows highlighting her tan, freckles scattered. He took a sip of his drink and willed himself to calm down.

Later, as they left the restaurant, he put an arm around her shoulder, guiding her to the side around a small crowd. They stopped down the block turning to face each other. Neither of them wanted the night to end.

“Can I walk you back to your hotel?” Joe asked, voice low.

“Sure.” Jenny said with a knowing smile.

He trailed his hand down her arm and then took her hand, threading their fingers together. She stayed close, wanting to be as near to his body as she could be. Far too quickly, they found themselves at the front entrance of her hotel, the doorman subtly walking further down the block.  

“I don’t want to say good night yet.” Joe said, looking down, eyes burning into her.

“Me either. Want to come up for a drink?” Jenny asked, doing something she never did.

Joe smiled and nodded, leading her into the lobby and to the elevators. She released his hand in order to find her hotel key, rummaging through her bag as he watched. Something was happening here, and he was afraid to break the spell.

They opened the mini bar in her room, laughing as they rattled through the nip bottles, coming up with something that seemed appealing. Joe handed her a glass and she took a long sip, needing a little liquid courage. He knocked his back in one go, setting the glass on the sideboard, taking hers as well. 

It felt like they were the only two people in the world, as he took her hand and slowly spun her in a circle before pulling her in against him. Hand on her waist, the other against her face, he could feel her chest rise and fall as she tried to breathe normally. He backed her gently against the wall, eyes locked. Then he looked down at his watch, noting the time.

“It’s officially tomorrow. Happy Birthday, love.” He whispered.

There was a slow moment, as he bent his head down to kiss her, where it felt like something settled in both of them. The last piece of a puzzle, dropping easily into place as their lips met, igniting a fire.

“Wanna sleep over?” Jenny asked breathlessly as Joe moved to kiss her neck.

“Absolutely.” He said with a grin against her skin, listening to her laugh.

It was New York, after all. 

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sweet jealousy

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requested: Hey can I request a Finn Shelby x reader where Finn and reader have been together for years but reader and John have a really flirty relationship and the whole family goes along with it to piss off finn even esme thinks it’s funny and you can decide the end !! - anonymous

You and Finn have been married for over 10 years and have been together since you were 16. You went up to him because he kept staring at you and you thought he was going to try and make a pass at you. He wanted to, but at that time Finn was very shy and timid. You’d seen him around town a few times being pushed around by his brothers or laughing with a friend. You always loved thinking about when you and Finn first met, you thought the shock and horror on Finn’s face was the funniest yet cutest thing to exist in the world other than Finn himself. 

It took you a bit to warm up to him and the Shelby family because you always had a wall built up to protect yourself. You also didn’t want to get hurt after hearing how they treated people sometimes. After Finn broke the news to his family about you they welcomed you with open arms and lots of love. They’d never see Finn so genuinely happy and in all honesty, bring a girl home. You got closest to John out of all your husband’s siblings. He joked around with you which helped you not take things as seriously. Obviously, there were times you had to literally slap John around a bit, which Finn thought was hilarious, but most of the time it was cheerful. Finn usually got jealous of this. It didn’t make it any easier for him because it shows on his face. His nostrils flare and he bites his cheeks. Finn usually sighs at least once, but by then his family is teasing him about it. For some reason, the fact that John was close to his wife bothered him so much. One reason it bothers him so much is that it seems like John is flirting with you. Finn knew that his older brother found you attractive. Esme didn’t mind since she was so secure with John, she played along some times too. Every time Finn asks about your feelings towards John, you always deny it for obvious reasons. John is your brother in law and nothing else. You are madly in love with your husband and have been since you first laid eyes on him. No one could break that. 

One time you thought you saw steam coming out of Finn’s ears. You and John got into a very serious joking and somewhat flirty battle over being at the betting shop. John put his face really close to yours, only a few centimeters apart. Esme was giggling while Polly was covering her mouth from laughing at the table. Finn was still focused on some random paperwork. You could see Tommy out of the corner of your eye with a smirk. All of the family is tuning in on the funny drama that is about to ensue. 

“Oi, Finn!” Tommy said, hiding his laugh. 

“What? I’m trying to finish this up for you, why are you distracting me?” Finn said not looking up from what he was doing until he heard John.

“With that pretty face, you think Finn wouldn’t take you around here,” John with a smirk. Finn stared at everyone wondering what was going on. He repeated what John said in his head.

“With that ugly face, you think Esme wouldn’t take you around here,” You said back moving closer.

John’s smile starts to grow and face blushes. Esme and Tommy couldn’t hold in their laughter from what you said. Finn’s face drops. His stomach does flips. Sometimes he never knows what goes on. His whole demeanor changes to a mixture of sadness and anger. He watches it play. He does this to partially punish himself for never speaking up sooner and to see how far it really goes. It doesn’t usually get too far. If it does someone stops John or you leave him guessing. Finn is 99% positive that if John wasn’t with Esme, he would’ve tried to pick you up at the Garrison or anywhere. 

“I love it when you call me ugly,” John said, regaining his usual state of flirtiness.

“Oh, we all know how much you love me,” You pulled away, crossing your arms. You see Finn’s face and already know what he is thinking about. “Y’know John, you are so close to having all of this, but alas, you aren’t Finn.” You made your way towards your beloved and wrapped your arms around him. His body responded by resting his hands on your waist. 

Whispering in his ear, you said, “I love you more than anything and anyone in the entire universe, Finn, never forget that my love,” and kissed his cheek and then neck. 

Finn smiled and shot a look at John. John started this all not because he found you wildly attractive, but to make sure you were truly in love with Finn and to make sure Finn was truly in love with you. They were all secretly nervous about your relationship, they thought that maybe you would just use Finn because he was naive at the time or exploit their family, but after hearing what Finn said about you and meeting you all their anxiety faded. They saw a lot in you that you didn’t even see in yourself. 

“Alright boys stop fighting, let’s get back to business,” Tommy says with a chuckle.

Finn smirks while looking down knowing that even with his anxiety and jealousy, you still go to be with him at night. Nothing can replace all of your memories and adventures together. Especially not John.

a/n: hewwo.... sorry i’ve been gone lately all i’ve wanted to do is write

i hope everyone is safe and healthy!! expect more due to the lockdown :(:

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[hb-writes]

Seeing Stars

Written in response to Hauntober prompt #9: Stars.

Summary: Little Lady Blinder universe. Clara, Finn, and Isiah getting up to trouble.

Characters Featured: Tommy Shelby, Finn Shelby, Isiah Jesus, and Clara Shelby (Shelby!Sister)

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Polly was certifiably livid, but Tommy found the detour following an afternoon of meetings to get after his siblings and Isiah for something stupid they’d gotten up to a mere annoyance in his day. Sure, he wanted to go for a drink, had expected to be heading out to the Garrison with his brothers by now, but as he headed to the church, he still found himself in good spirits.

Polly had parked the three kids there in the Lord’s house a little after noon, leaving them to think about their actions as the bruises and cuts and scrapes littering their skin grew sore. Polly hoped they’d feel something close to contrition as they waited on the hard wooden pews with nothing but God and themselves for company.

When Tommy pushed open the hall’s great doors, laughter found his ears, a chorus of entirely unbothered giggles, his sister’s harmonious cackle a touch louder than the other two. He couldn’t imagine why Polly had any faith in Finn, Clara, and Isiah passing the afternoon hours sitting somberly, seeking absolution from their sins. The three of them had never been particularly good with atoning unless they were scared out of their wits about what would be coming to them next.

“I thought your aunt was going to fucking murder us,” Isiah said. “You, especially.” He nudged Clara in the shoulder and she smirked, propping her feet up on the seat between them.

“We’ve had worse,” Clara answered.

“Just you wait until Thomas hears about this. You three’ll be the ones seeing stars when he knocks some sense into you.” 

Clara and Isiah roared at Finn’s ‘Polly Gray’ impression, Clara’s feet kicking against the pew as she laughed. 

“By the sounds of it, I should do a lot more than knock you three idiots upside the head.” 

Clara was closest, sitting near the center aisle, with Isiah to her right and Finn in the pew ahead of them, her back to Tommy.

“Whatever she’s told you, she’s exaggerating,” Finn offered, occupying Tommy’s attention long enough to give his sister a moment to turn around.

“Oh, is that right?” Tommy asked, hands in his pocket as he looked between the kids. “You three didn’t start a—”

“Pol’s just being overdramatic because she’s got nothing better to do than get after— Ow, Tommy!”

Clara grabbed at his hand, pushing it away after he tapped the back of her head. 

“Was your aunt being dramatic or was she in the right?” he asked.

Tommy heard a different answer from each of them and he focused on Isiah, the most reasonable of the three, most reliable when trouble was involved because he wasn’t family. Tommy could count on the boy for the truth, even if it was like pulling teeth to get the actual words out.

“She was just being excessive, Tommy. You know how she is,” Clara said, pulling Tommy’s eyes back to her.

“You keep your mouth shut.” 

At meeting his eye, Clara averted her gaze, reaching up to cover the back of her head in case he decided to give her another smack. 

Tommy’s hand clasped down over the crown of her head and he noted her flinch as he turned her head to face him. “You’d save us all a lot of grief if you’d learn to do that, especially where Aunt Polly is concerned, and especially when you’re supposed to have been at school rather than out messing around.” 

“It was a half-day at school. I told y—”

“Fine, that doesn’t mean you have any business being out startin—”

“I wasn—”

“Enough, Clara.”  

Clara’s shoulders slumped, the last of the belligerence flowing out of her and he fit his hand under her chin, tilting her head up towards the light as he studied the bruising on her face. “You’re alright?”

“I’m fine, Tommy,” Clara offered, the corner of her lip pulling up just a bit as she glanced up at him. “You should see the other kid. He probably really was seeing stars.”

“She kicked his arse, Tommy,” Finn said.

Tommy rolled his eyes as he dropped his hand. “Yeah, well, she shouldn’t have been doing anything of the sort. You three know better.”

“Tom, it was just a bit of fun. No harm done,” Finn said. 

“Right, that’s why our thirteen-year-old sister’s got herself a black eye.”

“We’re nearly fourt—” 

Tommy looked at her again, his long blink daring her to finish the sentence, but instead, she stopped herself and settled back against the pew so Tommy turned his head towards Isiah.

“Right, Isiah. We can’t trust these two, so which is it? Was Polly justified or—”

“Tom, it’s not really my place.” 

“I’m asking you, so it is,” he answered. 

Isiah took a moment, avoiding the twin’s stares, and met Tommy’s eye instead. “I think Polly was a bit dramat—”

“See!” Clara stood up in front of Tommy, gesturing towards Isiah. “Even Siah says—”

Tommy tugged Clara forward, placing her back to his chest as he clapped a hand over her mouth, Clara’s hands immediately going to his arm as she worked to loosen his hold, her protests muffled. 

Tommy ignored her, nodding towards Isiah. “Go on, Isiah.” 

“It was a show, dragged these two down the lane by their ears, but she was probably justified a bit,” Isiah answered. “But Finn’s right, too, Tom. It was brilliant and—”

Tommy felt his sister’s smile grow beneath the hand he’d been using to keep her quiet, her hands settling on his arm for a moment instead of fighting him. 

“We made a killing, Tom,” Finn said. “No one bet on her. Thought she couldn’t fight ‘cause she’s a girl, but she knocked him right out.” 

Clara dropped her hands from Tommy’s arm and dug deep into her pockets, pulling out a wad of notes.

“We wanted to help with buying her the house,” Finn said.

Tommy looked down to his sister, his hand dropping to her shoulder. “That was meant to be a secret, Clara.”

Clara tilted her head back to look up at him. “Finn and Siah won’t tell. They promised.”

“I know we can trust Isiah, but is that right, Finn? You won’t tell?”

It was still months out, Polly’s birthday, but he was planning already, getting ready to move the cash they’d accumulated through the shop and the protection work into real estate. He’d told Polly of his plans to buy a place for Ada, but the home for her was to be a surprise.

“I can keep a bloody secret, Tommy,” Finn said.

“Yeah, well you’d better. It’s meant to be a surprise,” Tommy answered. “And no more fucking fighting. I had you boys teach her so she could protect herself, not so you three could run a fighting ring out on the lane, and a fixed one at that.” 

“We’re just continuing the family business,” Clara answered. “Learned it from you.”

“Yeah, well the business is changing, which is why you’re meant to be spending your days in a classroom on the other side of Birmingham and you two aren’t meant to be scrapping in the lane. No need for you three to be worried about making money, there’s plenty of it to go around these days.” 

“We were just trying to help.”

“Well, you’ll be a bigger help if you stop giving Polly such a headache, eh?”

They all grumbled some form of an affirmative answer. 

“Alright, let’s get you off home, then,” Tommy said, his arm over Clara’s shoulder as they walked out to the lane.

“Can’t we come with you to the Garrison?” Finn asked when they were nearly back to Watery Lane, just after Isiah left them to head for his own home.

Tommy turned to Finn about to speak, but Clara beat him to it, her voice an octave lower than normal.

“Come with me to the Garrison? You’re lucky I don’t knock you idiots upside the head so hard you’re seeing stars. You’re going home and you’re going to bed witho--” 

Finn’s eyes went wide for a moment and Clara swallowed hard rather than finishing her sentence.

“No, that sounds about right,” Tommy answered. “Off to bed with you both, no supper.” 

“No, no, Tommy,” Clara answered. “I was just being clever. Aunt Polly didn’t let us have lunch and it’s not even six yet.”

“Maybe this will teach you to stop being so clever.” Tommy glanced to Finn. “And you to stop obliging your sister’s foolish whims.” 

“It’ll be their cleverness that’ll—” 

“Enough with the voices, Finn,” Tommy snapped as the twins began laughing again.

“But they’re funny,” Clara said.

“Am I laughing?” Tommy asked.

“No, because you’ve become a horrible grouchy old man,” Clara said. 

“I’ll show y—“

“I’ll show y—“

Tommy stopped himself and raised an eyebrow at the girl, at her words, the very same words as his, spoken at the very same moment, her voice humorously deep though the pitch didn’t quite match. 

Clara smiled up at Tommy before grabbing Finn’s arm, pulling him a step away from their older brother. 

“I think we should be getting home, Finn. Let Tommy get on with his evening. No more threats of making anyone see stars, needed eh, Tommy? We’ll go back and put ourselves to bed early. No supper. No more voices. No more unsolicited cleverness.”

Tommy made no attempt to hide his smirk and Clara chanced a hug. 

“We are sorry for the trouble, Tommy. We were just trying to help,” she mumbled into his coat.

Tommy ran a hand down the back of her head.

“Go apologize to your aunt, eh? Maybe she’ll still let you have your supper.”

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[murderousginger]

Pretty but Naive

Part 2 of Cops and Robbers

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some steamy kisses. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 5.4k

Note: This took quite a turn from it's original idea. I hurt my own feelings writing a part, just know that. Take a deep breath and enjoy the ride, darlings!

Tagging: @imagine-that-100 @blinder-secrets​ @rae-you-gotta-be-kidding-me​

Working at The Garrison was so much easier than Sabini's club. After the night that John drove you home to Birmingham, you had started work the next afternoon and quickly picked up the routine. 

No more skimpy or overly shiny dresses. A plain cotton one did the trick and breathed better as you ran around to tables and across the bar to refill drinks. You were back home, so almost everyone knew who you were and why you were there so there were almost no issues with wandering hands or vile words. An occasional drunkard misstepped, but it was nowhere near as bad as London. You were generally happier and making the same amount of money as before.

Harry was a good boss and not long after you were taken on, Arthur bought The Garrison. The boys did their business there anyway so it was only smart they own it. Nothing much changed afterwards. Harry still ran things and you were a hard worker as well as a friend of the Shelby's so you were well cared for.

Except for once. 

On a very busy night, you went to pass around a round of beers to a group of younger Peaky Blinders boys; Finn and Isaiah leading the group.

"Oy, Finn, be a sweetheart and pass this to Isaiah," you said as you handed two beers to the youngest Shelby. He and Isaiah had chosen the seats with their backs to the wall, their friends surrounding them in the other chairs. 

"Yes'm," Finn said as he passed the second beer to Isaiah. "Any way I could get a nip of whiskey?"

Finn eyed you curiously as you stopped handing out beers on the tray and stood up, wiping your hands on the apron around your dress.

"How old are you now, Finny?" You said. "Fourteen, fifteen?"

"There's abouts," he replied, puffing out his chest. "I run things around for Tommy and even play lookout sometimes. I'm grown."

"Hmm," you considered. "I think Tommy'd still prefers you off the heavy until you're at least 17-18 like 'saiah over here, eh?" 

You started leaning back over and passing out the drinks as the group started to laugh and Finn turned red around the ears. He sipped his beer in defeat. You were almost finished passing out drinks when you felt a teenage hand slap your ass and squeeze.

"What is she, Finn, to be calling you Finny and denying you whiskey?" The boy asked. "Is she your old wet nurse?"

The other Blinders teens laughed along with him except for Finn and Isaiah. Both had wide eyes as you slowly stood up to look down upon the teen with a scowl and a cocked eyebrow.

"I did nanny Finny while he was younger," you said evenly. "I've also run more errands for Pol and the boys than you could imagine while you were still playing in the dirt."

You eyed the boy sternly as you felt the heat rise in your gut and your anger increase.

"If I asked, you'd be dead by morning," you said, teeth bared. "But I won't ask, I'll just cut you m'self. So kindly put your hands on your beer and off my arse."

The teen's eyes were wide as his hand dropped from you and went to his drink. His eyes cast down as he let out the smallest "yes ma'am" you had ever heard. 

You nodded, looking up at the rest of the table. 

"Now," you said, expelling your breath and putting a real smile back on, "can I get you boys anything else?" 

A quiet round of "No ma'am" and "No (Y/N)" echoed around the table. 

"Good boys," you said as you picked up your tray and walked away.

The table erupted with laughter behind you as you left. You heard Isaiah and Finn immediately begin to tease the boy and you smiled your way back to behind the bar.

"Always had a way with the boys, didn't you, (Y/N)?" Tommy teased as he slipped out of the private room and sat at the bar. 

"Never had a problem with the ones that weren't easily afraid," you retorted with a wink. "Who wants to keep the yellow ones around, anyhow?"

Tommy chuckled.

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On slow days, you had time to sit in the private room with the boys and shoot the breeze. On a particularly slow day, Tommy had the others running errands for him and he had decided to sit at the empty bar and talk to you.

"(Y/N)," Tommy asked as he eyed you before taking a drink of his whiskey. "Why aren't you married by now? Surely you've been courted by someone."

You leaned on the counter, leaning in as if to tell a secret. 

"Once," you replied. "Remember Timmy McKee?"

"The git we beat for pushing you down when we was kids?" He asked incredulously. "He had the balls to try to marry you?"

You nodded solemnly. 

"Tried," you whispered. "He was talking to Da about it and started coming around after you lot were shipped out."

He leaned in, curiosity written all over his face.

"I told him if he valued any appendages he'd walk out and not look back," you said solemnly. "Mum turned blue from anger. Dad was stone faced. McKee all but ran out of the house. Ended up marrying Sue. Sweet girl. Pretty sure he beats her."

You shrugged and stood up, going to clean a few of the dirty glasses pilling up by the sink. 

Tommy chuckled, leaning back in his seat and spread his hands across the bar in front of him. 

"What did your dad do after McKee ran?" Tommy asked.

"He started laughing," you said with a grin. "Mum sent us both to bed without dinner."

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Time sort of blended together after working at The Garrison for a while. It was all pretty much the same. Some nights were slow. Some were packed with people. Sometimes the Shelby's had you working the private room while they conducted business. 

On days off you were closer to your Mum and would visit. She was angry you worked for the Shelby's but seemed happier you were closer to home. When she drove you too crazy you ran off to visit Polly or Ada.

The days bled together, but you didn't care because you felt a part of the Shelby's again. They were family and you felt loved. 

Your favorite part was being able to goof off with your boys, but you had never forgotten the night that John had driven you home. 

On yet another night of working at The Garrison, you were walking back to the bar after dispensing more drinks when warm hands grabbed your middle and spun you into a chest. 

"Did I ever tell you how nice you look in that color?" John said as he deflected your tray from hitting him and took it out of your hands and placed it onto the bar counter. 

His cheeky grin was contagious when he bit down on the pick in his mouth.

"Only every time I wear it, John boy," you said, relaxing into his arms and patting his chest. "What do I owe this honor?"

"Well," he said, faking seriousness, "I've noticed our young Finn has gone from clutching your skirts to wanting in them -- and as one of his big brothers -- I'm here to tease him by teasing you."

"Oh now," you said, your pat turning into a smack, "he's just a babe. The wind blows wrong and he's as stiff as a flagpole. You should know, you've never grown out of it." 

"Maybe," he murmured, ignoring the jab, "but maybe I just like a chance at holding you close, (Y/N)."

Your eyes jerked up to meet his before you giggled nervously.

"Be careful where you aim that charm, John," you warned before you hesitantly stepped out of his arms to return to behind the bar. 

"Right," John said before sitting in an empty seat at the bar. "How about two whiskeys then."

"I can take them to you in the private room if you like?" You asked before turning your back on him to reach the whiskey on the top shelf he liked best.

"That may be a problem, unless Harry plans on covering for you, (Y/N)," John said playfully before raising his voice. "Harry, can I nip (Y/N) off your hands for a bit?"

"Aye," Harry said, not looking up from cleaning off a table. "But have 'er come back out during the rush in a few hours." 

"I can do that, Harry. I'm still right here," you said loudly as you sat back on your heels with the whiskey in your hand. When you turned, you saw John staring at you with a smirk. He rolled the pick across his lips with his tongue as he made eye contact with you. Your breath caught for a moment.

"Well you didn't bloody well ask me, now did you?" Harry chirped back. "You had John do it. So he got your answer."

Harry's retort snapped you out of it and you rolled your eyes at the cranky old man. You picked up two glasses with the hand that wasn't holding whiskey and followed John into the private room the Shelby's used for business.

"Slide in," John said as he went to sit with his back to the wall. 

"A lady doesn't slide," you said, placing the whiskey and glasses on the table and moving them toward the back where John sit 

"Good thing you aren't a lady then, huh (Y/N)," John teased, taking the pick out of his mouth and setting it on the table. 

You huffed a little as you sat down and moved to sit next to John. He was already filling the glasses with a double neat. 

"To bringin' old friends back into the fold," he said as he raised his glass and motioned you to take yours. 

"I've been here a while now," you said, clinking his glass before you both shoot back the drink. 

As you open your eyes and look back at John you catch him staring again. 

"Yeah well," he said, clearing his throat, "might've missed you more than I realized. You're a sight for sore eyes, you are."

"Aww," you cooed teasingly. "Is my John boy getting soft?"

You bumped his shoulder playfully before filling the glasses again. 

"To friends that feel like family," you said, raising your glass.

John hummed noncommittally. 

"Never much thought of kissing my sister," John said with a wink as he clinked your glass. You both quickly finished that round, too. You both put your glasses on the table with a thud.

"Never had the guts to kiss me anyway," you said offhandedly. "You chose not to, remember?"

John grabbed your chin so fast your head spun. His thumb and index finger dug into your skin as he pulled your face closer to his. When your lips were barely grazing his, his fingers dropped from your chin and his hand firmly rested upon your throat. He didn't choke you, but firmly held you in place. Your heart thudded against your rib cage. 

"I could choose to," he said gruffly. 

His blue eyes met yours before looking down at your lips. His tongue wetted his lips and ghosted over your own. You couldn't breathe.

"You could," you finally squeaked out. 

"Do you want me to?" John asked. 

"Yes," you whispered. 

You had expected John's lips to collide with yours, but instead he pulled you closer by your throat and ever-so-softly kissed you. He left you hungry. 

When he let go of your neck and pulled away, you pushed against him in the booth, needing the space to not exist between you. You pressed your lips back on his and could feel his smile as you slid your hands under his coat. 

He licked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to his silent request, deepening the kiss. His hands pressed into your sides and set your skin on fire. 

As you both continued kissing, one of your hands found his face again and his hands started to wander to your skirts. John softly kissed your jawline and down your neck as he pulled you under him in the booth. His hand found warm skin near your knee and he groaned into your neck as his rough fingers pressed upwards into your soft thigh. 

"John," you half moaned, half said apprehensively. 

You pushed his face up to yours as his hands froze in place and his face pressed against your hand to kiss you again before meeting your gaze. 

"(Y/N)," John murmured back, his pupils blown out and a lazy smile appearing on his lips.

"Slow down," you said quietly. 

Recognition lifted the haze in his eyes and he gave your thigh one last squeeze before he slowly moved his hand down and out of your skirts and used his hand around your waist to upright you beside him. 

He looked at you like you were a spooked mare. He set a soft kiss on your forehead before releasing you from his grip. He cleared his throat, scratching his head as his ears turned pink. 

"Right so," he said. "Another drink?"

You did have another. And another. And when you finished your shift, John was waiting for you with a bottle in hand for many more. You walked through town in the dead of night, drinking and talking -- and occasionally kissing.

You stumbled into your flat at dawn the next morning, knowing full well you were going to nurse a hangover and be miserable before work. But you were absolutely elated.

And when you finished your shift the next night, John was there. 

And the night after. 

And after that. 

John didn't push during kissing after the first night. He waited for you to lead. He started learning your tells as the nights went on and would kiss you or touch you so softly that it would drive you to kiss him harder. You would push against him more until you could feel that cocky grin of his against your lips. And you both would laugh and go back to what you were doing. 

Some nights you wandered town. Others you dipped in the pond. You would sit on the steps of your flat and talk. Most nights were filled with conversations. You talked about each other's days, of business, of family, of dreams or ideas or anything that came to mind.

You were exhausted at work but in such a happy mood that no one commented on the bags under your eyes.

After too many nights out with John to count, there was a slow night at The Garrison that had you itching to be home.

Harry and you both started doing inventory on the liquors to order, as there were not but a handful of patrons in the place. None of the Shelby's had been in most of the day. Business, you were sure. Bloody business. 

Tommy walked in close to midnight, looking stiff. He waved you to him and nodded toward the private room. You nodded and grabbed his favorite whiskey and a glass.

"Long day, Tommy?" You said happily. "Not long till close."

"Very long," he replied shortly, reaching into his breast pocket for a cigarette and lighting it. 

He eyed you for a moment before patting the bench beside him. You sat down and put the whiskey and glass on the table in front of you.

"You've been staying out late every night with John," Tommy said, taking a long pull from his cigarette. 

"I have," you said smiling as you poured him a glass.

"(Y/N), you know he has children," Tommy said kindly. 

"Yuh," you said. "Three, from Martha, his late wife. John's told me."

"Four," Tommy said. "He has four children. A newborn. With his wife."

"Wife?" You said, frozen to the spot. 

"Esme," Tommy said, lightly resting his hand on your shoulder. "A Lee girl. He went to marry Lizzie a year or more back, said he needed a wife. It was my doing. We needed a truce. He needed a wife. He fought me at first, but he seems to like her."

"I see," you said softly, holding your breath. 

"John boy didn't mention that part, did he?" Tommy replied just as soft. 

"No," you flinched at his name. You could feel your lungs lose all their air as your world crumpled around the edges. 

Tommy nodded, more to himself than you, and his eyes were far away. He set his jaw.

"She's missing him, in the nights," Tommy grinded out, rubbing your back softly. "Starting to get worried. Upset. Gypsy women are hard enough to keep in one place. Home with a newborn and three kids. Best to keep her happy. For the truce."

"For the truce," you recited, voice cracking. "Nothing comes in the way of money or family."

Tommy touched your shoulder, and when you didn't turn he grabbed your chin and pushed your head up to look at him.

"Unless it is money or family," he said softly. 

"Hey," he said in a low voice as your eyes locked with his. "Look at me. You're all right, love. You didn't know. You didn't know."

You crashed into his arms, burying your head into his shoulder before your tears could fall. Your breath hitched and Tommy wrapped his arms around you, forgetting about his cigarette dropped into his drink. He petted your hair, soothing you with soft sounds like he did the horses. It only made you hold on tighter.

"Take a couple days off," Tommy said finally, putting your face into his hands. "Go see Polly. Drink some tea. Get your head straight, yeah?"

"Yes, Tommy," you sniffled, nodding into his hands like a child. Tears streaked your face. He wiped one away with his thumb. His eyes softened.

"Atta girl," Tommy said quietly, kissing the top of your head as he pulled you back to his chest. "Stay outta sight for a few nights until you get your head straight. Then come back."

"Tommy," you said, voice so small.

"Yes (Y/N)," Tommy said.

"It was silly of me to ever think I'd really be a Shelby girl, wasn't it?"

Tommy sighed and lightly squeezed you closer to his chest. 

"No, sweetheart," he whispered into your hair as you started sobbing again. "You've always been a Blinders girl. You just can't be his Shelby girl."

When you walked home that night, it was alone. Your chest was tight with anticipation. You only relaxed once you closed your door and locked it behind you. You slid down the door in a puddle and cried again, arms wrapped around your knees.

---- 

Tea with Polly was pretty much what you expected it to be. You waited until the house was empty from the boys running work or errands and then slipped in the back door. 

Your face was still red and puffy from crying, and you froze as you ran into Finn in the doorway. Finn jolted to catch his biscuit before looking up at you and immediately changing his scowl into concern.

"(Y/N), what --" he started.

"Not now, Finny," you said softly. 

"But what --" he tried again. 

"Leave the girl alone and run your errands, Finn," Polly's harsh voice echoed across the kitchen. "Go on."

Polly leaned in the doorway of the kitchen opposite of the two she was cooly eyeing. You shrunk under her critical gaze as if you were already being scolded. Finn huffed and slipped past you to go outside. 

"Not now, Finn," he mocked, stomping away. "Go on, Finn. Bloody adults."

"Water's on the stove," Polly said. "Grab two teas and bring them in to sit."

"Yes ma'am," you said quietly as you set out to do what she tasked you with. In a few moments you had two hot teas placed on the table and sat opposite the chair Polly sat in watching you.

"So," she trailed. "What's wrong with my (Y/N)? Did the boys leave you out again?"

You flinched at the tease. Polly sighed. 

"What'd they do?" She asked in a more gentle tone.

You told her about John and the conversation you had with Tommy. Her face grew more and more grim as the story went on.

"So you were the tarte keeping John from coming home," Polly said, leaving back in her chair. She saw your face fall and she waved you off. "Oh, you aren't a tarte but you were the tarte, girl. All those conversations that were whispered while we couldn't find out what he was up to. Where he was sneaking about."

"I think I love him, Pol," you whispered as you ran your hands through your hair. "Nothing else could hurt this much, could it? He lied to me."

"Don't think with your heart when a man is thinking with his dick," she scowled, taking a long drag from her cigarette and pointed at you. "Even if it's one of my nephews -- especially if it's one of my nephews."

"How was I supposed to know he was thinking with his dick?" You asked crossly, putting your head in your hands. Polly laughed.

"All men think with their dick," she said. "And Shelby's are especially known to ruin many a good thing because of it."

"I won't be his tarte, Pol," you said. 

"I never expected you to be," Polly said, taking a sip of her tea. "I expected you to be smarter. Go be about your business and make him realize his mistakes."

----

You didn't visit your mum, knowing full well that she would only chide you for the indiscretion. You weren't strong enough to pretend, so instead you went shopping. You got your usual groceries, and when you noticed a pretty blue cotton dress in a window, you bought it. You had to. It was Shelby's eye blue.

You stayed home the next day and just read. You soaked in the tub until the water was frigid. You started to fidget when the time came that you usually left for work, but you stayed in. One more night. Two nights at home, and you'll be strong enough to go back into work. You had to be strong.

The next day you woke up and lounged. You took your time primping yourself, putting your makeup on slowly, teasing your hair up into something more intricate than a ponytail, fitting into your new blue dress. With each layer you put more mental walls up, preparing for your night at work. You even wore a pair of higher heels than you usually did. 

When the time came you clacked down the cobblestone to The Garrison, not entirely sure of what your night would end up like but entirely ready for anything. 

You reached the steps of The Garrison and took one last big breath and exhaled before you walked in. 

"Harry, I'm back," you called, walking toward the bar and grabbing your apron to put on. 

"Thank fuck for that, little bird, because we're busy tonight," he called as he emptied his tray with a round of beers to a table. "Grab a tray and I'll see to behind the bar."

"Aye," you called back, already filling a few drinks at the bar and taking their money before doing as he asked. 

The night was definitely fast. You spun yourself around the bar, filling drinks and laughing with a few of the regulars along the way. 

Arthur popped in around eleven and waved you over, smile on his face. 

"Well would you look at (Y/N)," he offered as you walked toward him with a smile. "Don't you look pretty tonight. I'm sure you're getting all the tips." 

You laughed as he took your hand and spun you once, looking from your dress to your heels. 

"Good night on your end, Arthur?" You asked. 

"Good night indeed," he answered, whiskey already on his breath. "Business was good and now that I've seen you, the night is even better."

"Oh, now," you joked. "Don't be too sweet on me. I might melt." 

Arthur spun you into a hug and you laughed as Tommy and John came in behind him. Tommy nodded his head to you before slipping into the private room and John watched you closely before doing the same. 

"Let me go, Arthur, and I'll get you boys your drinks," you said as you went to turn around. 

"Don't be long, love," Arthur said with a wink. "It's going to be a rowdy night."

"The rowdier, the better," you called over your shoulder, already slipping past Harry behind the bar to grab the glasses and the bottle. 

"Get them their drinks and come back out," Harry chided as he worked at cleaning glasses. "Now's not the night for you to run off." 

"Yessir," you said sweetly as you kissed his cheek quickly and slipped past him again. 

"Don't tease an old man and do as yer told," Harry yelled, but he had a smile on his face as he watched you run off. 

You open the door and moved into the private area, the Shelby's already in their spots smoking cigars. Arthur nearest the door on the left, Tommy in the corner facing the door, and John on the right. You stood between John and Arthur, facing Tommy.

"Cigars tonight?" You lilted. "Business really must have been good." 

"We're expanding, (Y/N)," Tommy said. "Bigger and better business." 

You poured their drinks, handing them to each brother, a wide smile on your face. 

"Congratulations, boys," you said. 

"How about a congratulations kiss," Arthur said, taking his cap off and placing it on the table. He raised his cheek to you and pointed at it. "For good luck."

"Now," you said, faking exasperation with your hands on your hips. "Harry just told me not to tease an old man. I thought you said when you hired me to listen to him."

All the boys chuckled good naturedly and you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Anything else before I get out of here?" You said with a laugh. "Harry will have my head if you keep me too long."

"Not right now," Tommy said. "But do check in."

You raised your eyebrow before dipping into an exaggerated curtsy. 

"Whatever you say, King Tommy," you drawled before spinning on your heels and returning to the rest of the bar. 

You left the bottle with them, knowing they'd easily finish it. 

You went through the motions of the night, checking in periodically with the Shelby men to see if they finished the bottle or needed ice, or sometimes just to give one a jab. They all seemed in high spirits over whatever had happened and it lifted your own attitude to see them acting like kids again.  

However, John hadn't said more than a word or two all night and it was driving you mad. He was joking with Arthur and Tommy plenty, but as soon as you would enter the room it was almost like he grew quiet. He watched your jabs and taunts to the other two but never joined himself. 

After the bar had quieted and patrons left for the night, John came out of the room and stood between the door and the bar, watching you clean. Harry had disappeared into the back to take stock and pick up the alcohol to replace the night's used bottles.

"You've been tiptoeing around me all night, John boy," you said, finally breaking the silence. "I'm guessing you know I know and cat's got your tongue."

John stuttered a step but walked up and sat at a chair at the bar.

"I know," he said, tracing the wooden grooves on the bar top. 

"That's all you got for me?" You said, tired but incredulous. "You lied to me and all you can say is you know?"

John gulped, but looked up and kept eye contact. 

"I didn't lie," he said. "I just didn't tell you. There is a difference. Home is home. Business is business. They don't mix. They don't meet. That's why I don't invite her here."

"And I'm neither," you said, washing glasses a little more vigorously than before. 

"You're home, too," he said quietly, resuming his focus on tracing lines on the bar top. "But more like the first home. The one you grew up in as a child. The one your parents read to you and tucked you in, like."

You released a breath that you didn't know you were holding and lifted a soapy hand to your forehead. You dropped your shoulders. 

"Gotta grow up sometime, John," you said before you resumed scrubbing.

"I wasn't trying to hurt you, (Y/N)" he said. 

You slammed your glasses into the sink, hearing at least one break. You paused to take a heavy breath before you grabbed a towel to dry your hands.

"You once told me you're only as much trouble as I'm willin'," you started in a whisper that steadily grew louder. 

"(Y/N)," John pleaded.

"I'm not willin' no more, John boy," you said in a stronger voice than you thought capable. 

It almost sounded like your heart wasn't shattering. You finally found the courage to look him in the eye. His face was sheer regret. You stepped out of your heels and walked the paces to stand in front of him. You rested your elbows on the counter as you held John's jaw in both hands, squeezing tenderly.

"Do me a favor," you said with tears threatening to fall. "Give me a goodbye kiss, then go home to your family."

He looked you in the eye before looking down to your lips and squeezing his eyes shut. 

"It's alright, John," you soothed. "We're alright. I just need a goodbye."

He took a deep breath and placed a hand over your own and squeezed. 

"Goodnight, (Y/N)" he said hoarsely, before kissing you softly. 

You held the kiss for a moment before letting go of his face and leaning back slowly until you were standing upright again. Your eyes were still closed. That was it. It was done.

"Goodnight, John," you said, slowly opening your eyes. 

He was already slipping out of the door.

Tommy leaned in the private room's doorway watching you when you finally pulled yourself together. You decided to grab a rag and clean tables to get away from his prying eyes. 

"Tommy," you stuttered. "I thought you had already left." 

He hummed, kicked off the door frame, and walked your way. 

"Wanted to make sure that went smoothly," he said. "Looked like you parted just fine."

"You should know me well enough to know I'm not that girl," you glared at him before you wiped a table down and moved to another one. "I'm not anyone's tarte."

"Wasn't you I worried about," he said. "John's not always one to hear no."

You moved tables again and wiped it down. 

"What do you want, Tommy?" You asked, watching him follow you around the bar from the corner of your eye. "What are you scheming?"

"I just wanted to see if you're alright," he said before stepping closer. "That dress looks good on you, (Y/N)."

You threw the rag down on the table and stood up straight to look him in the eye.

"I'm fine," you said. 

"You shouldn't lie," Tommy retorted. "You're bad at it. But you did fine." 

You grunted noncommittally as Tommy stood toe to toe with you. You looked up at him and he touched your face, hesitating before he cupped your cheek. 

"(Y/N)," he said quietly as his warm breath teased your lips. 

"Tommy," you interjected, grabbing his hand that cupped your cheek. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you? You wouldn't … not tell me?"

"I wouldn't lie to you unless you wanted me to, (Y/N)," he said.

Your hand dropped from his and the creases that had appeared on his forehead smoothed. You were enamored with how blue his eyes were at the moment. At how they sparkled.

"Now, (Y/N)," he murmured as he leaned closer, "you absolved my brother of his sin with a kiss. Suffer me with a sin from the same indiscretion."

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby #john shelby #john shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby #finn shelby #fan fic #storytime with murderousginger

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Sweet Boy-Finn Shelby x Reader x Bonnie Gold (Part 7/?)

(GIF CREDIT TO @thesoldiersminute)

MASTERLIST

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Tags: @stressedandbandobessed7771 @bethany-taylo @lovelynerdytraveler @savvy7392 @kingarthurscat @smallheathgangsters @soleil-dor @alyse45 @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @haphazardhufflepuff @ravenoussss @ophelias-flower-bed @peakascum @mzcrazy2 @gothicwidowsworld @psychadelichues

Summary: The incident at the shop has left everyone shaken, but Tommy realises he needs to find (Y/N) a safe place to hide.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Aberama Gold x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of killing/dead animals, fluff, slight smut

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(Y/N) P.O.V

Someone was gently shaking me awake, though I still took in a sharp breath in shock, scared it was those boys coming back for me. My heart skipped a beat before seeing Finn.

"Oh my god, Finn." I breathed out, a hand placed over my chest."You scared me."

"I'm sorry." he whispered. He was crouched down beside the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I glanced to the window, the curtains were still shut and only the tiniest bit of light was shining on them."It's so early."

"Yeah, it's four o'clock actually."

"Why did you wake me?"

"I've got to take you somewhere. Tommy has found some place safe for you."

"What? Where?"

"I have no idea. Come on, we need to quickly pack a bag."

I groaned the entire time, it was mostly Finn doing the packing until I intervened; he was about to go into my underwear drawer. He had only brought a small case, it would just last me the week, if that. After I changed (with Finn out of the room), I groggily made my way downstairs, seeing Polly and Tommy at the door.

"Good morning." Tommy casually greeted me.

"Where are we going Tommy?" I mumbled, still not fully awake.

"It's not too far away. The car is waiting outside."

He left with that, Finn following him. I turned to Polly.

"Guessing you know where I'm going?"

She gave me a small smile."You'll be fine love."

I didn't have the energy to even try asking any questions on the drive. My eyelids were very heavy, I had slept terribly after the attack on the shop. My head would nod forwards every now and then, in the end I leaned my head on Finn's shoulder; he was sat in the back with me, and I really couldn't give any fucks at that point, I needed to sleep.

Finn was the one to wake me again. The car had stopped moving, we were no longer in a place with buildings, factories or even a road. We were on an off road dirt track, surrounded by trees. Why were we here? Had we broken down?

"Tom, why are we here?" Finn leaned forward to whisper to his brother, though I heard him.

Tommy didn't reply, causing Finn to huff. He glanced back at me and shrugged. Without a word, Tommy got out of the car, assuming we would follow. As Finn let me use his hand to climb out, it occurred to me that it had just been the three of us on that journey, no extra protection, no other Shelby's. I shuddered from the cold as I stepped out of the vehicle, wrapping my arms around myself and looking to see where we were. It was only when two figures on horseback approached us did it all make sense.

Finn P.O.V

"Tom, you can't be serious?" I hissed.

That damn bastard. He knew this would piss me off yet he still asked me to come. Polly could have easily got (Y/N) awake and probably pack a better overnight bag than me. I glared as Bonnie dismounted his horse, this couldn't be happening right now.

"Remember Thomas Shelby, you owe me." Aberama said as they walked towards us.

"Tommy, she's just as safe with m...us as she is here. Why take here away from her comforts?" I tried to point out.

"You and I both know that's far from the truth. No one knows her affiliation with Bonnie, they only know about the relationship you two once had. So no one will think to come out here to look for her."

"But how will we know she's really safe?"

"You doubting us boy?" Aberama interrupted.

"You don't have access to a telephone."

"Don't need one." Bonnie said."We've got a good route planned."

"I just don't know how I feel with-"

"Finn," Tommy warned,"it's been done."

"I mean," (Y/N) piped up, having patiently listened to us bicker,"it would have been nice to know where I was going and who I was with. Not that I don't trust you two, I definitely do, I just haven't packed properly for...for this lifestyle."

"See?" I smugly said.

"I'm not disagreeing with Tommy though."

"What?"

"It's probably the best idea. I'll hate being away from home, but I'd rather sleep well at night knowing I'm somewhere no one can get to me."

"She'll be fine, Finn. We need to get moving though." Aberama was clearly trying to move this along.

Bonnie stepped forward, holding out a hand for her case. I hesitantly handed it over, watching as he held out his other hand for (Y/N). Surprisingly she didn't take it, glancing back to me and looking as if she were about to say something. Instead she stayed silent, walking past Bonnie's confused face to his horse. I had to turn away as I watched his hands snake around her waist to lift her onto the animal; the only reason she knew how to ride a horse was because of me. My jealousy was too strong, I had to see her go, regretting it when Bonnie sat behind her, having to hold her as they rode away. This was bullshit.

Bonnie's P.O.V

I could feel how tense (Y/N) was as we rode towards our campsite. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable, more angry about something. My instincts told me that I was the reason, though I didn't want to believe it. I had hoped (Y/N) would be more excited about travelling with me. I had so much to show her, things that would take her mind off of what happened to her, off of a certain person. I wanted to blame it on her tiredness, could I blame her? After a traumatic experience the night before, the girl was bound to be exhausted. But I knew that wasn't to blame.

We rode in silence, and I desperately wanted to break that. Dad was riding further ahead, he wouldn't pick up on our conversation, especially if we were quiet.

"Are you OK?" I breathed out, almost whispering.

She shuddered as my breath fanned over the back of her neck."I'm fine thank you."

Yep, short answers, I knew it.

"So you really had no idea about today?"

"No."

"(Y/N) please talk to me."

"I am."

"This isn't talking. Why are you being so blunt with me?"

"It's still very early Bonnie. I've been awake less than an hour and I also had no sleep last night."

"I understand. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

She sighed."You're not Bonnie. I'm sorry for snapping. I just feel like a doll being tossed around by a group of young girls who refuse to share properly."

I hesitated, I should have left the conversation there.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for this whole mess. Maybe if I had just listened to Finn and stayed away, none of this would have happened.”

One of (Y/N)’s hands rested on top of mine, rubbing it comfortingly.“We can’t change the past Bonnie. Who knew after a few drinks together this would have happened?”

“But Finn and I could have handled it all so differently. We’ve been acting like boys, not men.”

“I can’t deny that. It has been a confusing time.”

“Confusing? You mean, you don’t know if you are really over Finn?”

I didn’t like the way she paused.“It’s not that Bon, it’s just...have you ever been in love?”

I’m glad she couldn’t see me smiling down at her.“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, Finn and I once loved each other. And even after everything he has done to me, how cruel he was, how spiteful he has been, there’s a part of me longing for the familiarity, how easy it would be with him because we already know everything about each other. Dating means I have to get to know someone all over again without the confirmation that they’ll like me. It’s just so much effort.”

I was tempted to say ‘There’s someone who already knows you’, of course referring to me, and that would be obvious. But the way she was speaking about him, it was as if something had happened between them in the last few hours since I saw her. It saddened me, not only because I really liked her, but because Finn had managed to trick her into believing he had changed. He hadn’t, I knew he hadn’t.  

I had been nervous to take (Y/N) to our makeshift campsite. Dad and I had strayed away from the family, not wanting them caught up in this. I also knew my sisters would tease us both, and now really wasn’t a time for that. It felt horrible to think, but I didn’t want her to judge my way of life. She said so herself she hadn’t packed for this ‘lifestyle’. There were two wagons, one for (Y/N), and one for me and my dad, we would be taking turns patrolling.

Dad said nothing as he got off his horse, he was pissed about this arrangement, but had a good deal with Tommy for it. I carefully got off my own horse, reaching up for (Y/N), who held onto my shoulders as she slid off. I kept a firm grip on her waist, not really wanting to let go. I could see she was still exhausted, the sun was slowly making it’s way into the sky, but she would still be asleep at this time, as would most of Small Heath. 

“You have your own wagon.” I showed her to it, taking her hand to help her up the stairs as she cautiously walked in. I followed.“I know it’s small and no fancy hotel.”

“It’s lovely.” she said as she looked around.

I chuckled.“It’s alright, you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. It’s...different to anywhere I’ve stayed before, doesn’t mean it isn’t nice.”

She was too sweet. 

“I think I’ll sleep now if that’s alright. I’m still shattered from everything that happened last night and this morning.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

Turning around to leave, I instantly stopped when she called my name, gently grabbing my elbow. I faced her, taking in her beauty one more time.

"Thank you, Bonnie, for everything you and your dad are doing for me. I know some people are annoyed by what's happening. But you've always looked after me."

She reached up on her tiptoes, placing a sweet kiss to my cheek. I was surprised when I felt myself blushing, bashfully smiling at her before leaving. I could still feel her lips, I just wished she had missed and kissed me somewhere else.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I slept for a majority of the day, still feeling groggy and out of it, but I had to get up for a few hours before evening fell again. It must have been after midday, though I wasn't completely sure as the sun was hidden by a sky full of clouds. Slowly opening the door, I saw Bonnie sat in a small wooden chair, seemingly enjoying the view of the landscape. I had to admit, it was a lovely change to the smog and streets.

"Sleeping beauty has risen." he cheekily smiled.

"Yes, and her majesty wonders why she does not see a full English breakfast before her."

"My apologies my lady, but it will just be bread for breakfast."

I took the small piece of bread he tore off for me, standing beside him. It would have to do, and I wasn't that hungry anyway; the thoughts of the night before were enough to put me off eating. We were silent as we watched over the fields, seeing the trees and long grass sway in the wind. It was so peaceful.

"Where's your dad?" I asked.

"He's hunting for tonight's dinner. Hopefully find a few rabbits or hedgehogs."

I hid my disgust; rabbit I could deal with, hedgehog would be new.

"How you feeling?"

"Alright. Still overtired."

"You can relax now. Treat this as a camping holiday."

"I'll try. You got another chair."

Bonnie had a hand on his lap, glancing down at his legs and back up at me. I could see he was trying to hold back a smile, but it easily broke. He was gesturing to sit on his lap, and although my first instinct was to do it, I still hesitated. I saw regret flash in his eyes, though I didn't see his next reaction as I had sat on him.

His hands were on my waist stabilising me, he didn't know where else he could touch me. I boldly took his arms, wrapping them around me, leaning back into his chest. He had tensed up, relaxing when I did against him. Bonnie rested his chin on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing he was so close to me.

"Is this OK?" he whispered.

"I'm the one who sat down."

"I'm the one who suggested it."

"(Y/N)...what do you...how..."

Bonnie sighed in frustration, he couldn't seem to form a sentence. His arms tightened around me, his head burying deeper into my neck. He was frustrated, it was almost like he needed to be comforted.

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"Nothing, I don't want to ruin this moment."

"You won't."

Gently moving his his arms, I swiveled round to face him, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"I have so much to say. But I don't know how to say it."

"About what?"

"About us."

I knew what he was referring to.

"It's just, earlier, when you spoke about Finn...I dunno, it seemed like you still had feelings for him."

"I...don't. I don't think I do."

He broke our eye contact. I had upset him. And that hurt me. Wasn't this telling me something?

"Did he kiss you?"

"What?"

"Has he stolen a kiss when you've been alone?"

"No. Well, he tried but-"

"But you didn't kiss him?"

"No. I actually pushed him away. If that was my instinct then what does that tell you?"

"I won't lie, that does make me happy."

We were being bold with our words. But this was also what we should have done before. All of us should have voiced our feelings and worked something out. In that moment we were just silently looking into each others eyes, the rustling of the trees, singing of birds and nature's silence surrounded us like a song. One of my hands moved to the back of his neck, stroking down the end of his hair with my thumb, the hand left on his shoulder tightening as my nerves built. Bonnie brought me closer to him, an arm around my waist and the other high on my thigh. I wasn't sure what we were doing, or what I was even doing.

"Good to see you're keeping an eye on the camp, Bonnie." Aberama's voice called out, making me jump off of his son. He had three dead rabbits tied up, swinging limply from his hand, a gun slung over his shoulder."For that, you can take your patrol now."

Bonnie huffed, glancing at me before walking away. I was mortified, how did that look to Aberama? Unsure of what to do with myself, I awkwardly stood there, Aberama watching me as he set down his things.

"Do you know how to start a fire girl?"

I didn't like how he patronised me."No."

"I thought not."

He knelt down where there had been a fire that morning (I assumed from the dark patch of grass with twigs laid on top of one another). Aberama easily caught a flame, there was a small fire in seconds.

"I can chop up vegetables if you have any." I offered, feeling stupid standing there.

He nodded, pointing to a bag besides the other wagon. I brought it over to the fire, finding a makeshift chopping board, a knife and some veg inside. As I started trying to prove myself to Aberama, he also cut up the rabbits, the sound of him breaking the bones and ripping off the skin made my skin crawl.

"Can I ask you a question?" Aberama strained as he tried to cut into the meat of the animal.

I avoided looking his way."Yes."

"Why didn't you leave Small Heath after you lef the Shelby boy?"

"I couldn't, I had no where to go. I'll admit I was stupid at the beginning of our relationship. I left behind my family and friends who were all there ready to support me when he eventually left me. And they were right, he did. And he hurt me. But Tommy said he wanted me to stay, he liked me as a worker. I needed the money."

"I admit, I wasn't expecting to hear that. You are a smart girl."

"I hope you don't hate me Aberama. I know you don't like Bonnie caught up in all this, that was never my intention."

He sighed."I don't hate you. But you understand why I am worried for him."

I nodded."I don't want him in any danger either. Although I know it's a little late for that."

"He's in the Peaky Blinders and he's a boxer. I know he won't ever be completely safe again."

The conversation apparently ended there. I didn't mind, I found it hard to talk to him. We cooked dinner in silence, calling over Bonnie when it was done. Small talk made dinner pass by slightly quicker, though I was relieved to flee to my wagon once we cleaned up Bonnie was still on watch, a long punishment for him as Aberama said.

I tried to sleep, I should have hit the pillow and instantly be out, but I was restless. That moment between me and Bonnie kept replaying in my head. Was I too forward? But that's what he wanted. And if anything escalated, I didn't think he would use me, it seemed sweeter than that. I sighed, rolling onto my side as I hugged the sheet to myself, trying to think of something to soothe me to sleep.

My head whipped towards the door as it clicked open, heart almost thumping out of my chest before I made out Bonnie in the dark.

"Bonnie?" I still whispered.

"It's me, I'm sorry, I should have knocked."

I sat up in bed, forgetting to cover myself up or any decency, not when he was looking at me like that. He walked in, kneeling down beside the bed.

"I had to see you. After earlier, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

I couldn't speak, my stupid brain wouldn't work.

"I know you have feelings for me. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't, you wouldn't have held my hand the way you did on the horse, you...please say something."

"I feel the same as you Bonnie. I...I need...I want you to kiss me now."

He wasted no time, pushing his lips onto mine as soon as I finished my sentence, one hand flying to the back of my head. However, he was still gentle, it wasn't lustful, this wasn't a quick fuck. Bonnie was taking his time with me, yes there was desperation but that was because of how long we waited for this. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me, forcing him to climb on the bed and straddle me. I was getting excited, I was feeling flustered and hot, but also nervous. It felt like my first time again.

Bonnie slowly kissed down my neck, noticing how shaky my breathing was.

"I can stop, we don't have to." he assured me.

"I want to Bonnie, I really want to, with you. Sorry, I'm just nervous."

He hovered over me, brushing back my hair as he placed a tender kiss to my forehead."I'll look after you. You don't have to be nervous." he pecked my lips."Let me look after you."

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[shelbystales]

Obey - One Shot

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: 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?

This takes place during the Changretta war, again.

Warning: swearing, smut 🔞. Oh btw english is my second language so i apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

Word count: 4k+

Requested: Heyy, I wanted to know could you write one fic w/ Tommy mad bc the reader didn't do what he said?

I hope This is what you wanted hahaha

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Wednesday arrived with a blink of an eye.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon and the Garrison still wasn't open. Ada waited on the upholstery by the window, along with Poll, Lizzie, Finn, and Isaiah. They didn't talk much, simply waited for the meeting to start.

Arthur and Linda arrived.

They didn't exchange many words with those already waiting at the pub. Linda's belly was starting to show. The two of them have been together since before New Years... no one is quite sure when they started dating, but they suspect it was around a month after Y/N and Thomas got married last year.

nobody was a big fan of Linda, Christianity was not something that all Shelbys accepted with open arms. But if it was the least bit of comfort for Arthur... they approved. But John thought she was turning her brother into a wimp.

Finn and Isaiah were talking in a corner, they were talking about the party that would take place at the house of one of the boys their age.

Ada, Polly and Lizzie were still at the table by the window talking about some guy Lizzie was dating. Poll asked if Thomas knew about him since it was her relationship with a Changretta that started this whole war. She said yes and that this time he didn't have any beef with him.

Arthur and Linda were sitting at the bar, they didn't talk much. Linda had her chin on Arthur's shoulder as she stroked his back. Arthur looked a little uncomfortable.

John and Esme arrived along with Michael a few minutes later.

John as usual arrived as if he were the main attraction at a party, screaming and excited. "Arthur!! Long time no see you here in your own bar!" he spoke sarcastically and hugged his brother.

"Don't start John. Please" Arthur muttered under his breath as he hugged her. John rolled his eyes and greeted Linda politely but with a clearly forced smile.

After greetings. Esme sat next to the other girls while Michael joined Finn and Isaiah.

John ran behind the bar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey.

"Where the hell is Tommy, hm?" John asked raising his arms with the whiskey bottle in his hand. No one answered. "Fuck, he schedules the fucking meeting and he's late," he grumbled as he poured his glass.

"Tommy, is never late. He went to pick Y/N at work" Polly said and John rolled his eyes. You work at the local paper and an interview with Thomas Shelby that introduced the two of you.

"Well I don't fucking see him here, Poll. Do you see him?" he paused and she shook her head. John took a deep breath and tipped the glass "who wants it?" he asked offering the whiskey. Only Linda and Arthur refused. Everyone approached the bar to be served.

"How is the baby?" Polly asked Linda trying to strike up a friendly conversation after her glass was filled.

"Well" she replied smiling "starting to make me feel pain all over my body, my lower back feels like it's going to break" she laughed.

"Oh my dear... it only gets worse" Esme said laughing and raising her glass to her.

Linda smiled "I'm not really looking forward to it" she said laughing. Esme nodded.

Tom and Y/N enter the pub.

"Finally!" John spoke raising his glass.

You smiled as you took off your black overcoat.

Thomas went straight to the bar to get a glass of whiskey. He was clearly annoyed that he'd been waiting for you for nearly half an hour.

"Sorry for the delay guys, my other meeting took a little longer than planned" you said hanging your coat near the entrance.

"It's okay, honey. Unforeseen events happen" Polly said, tapping the air. Polly liked you. You smiled and nodded

"Well then we can start" Arthur said approaching the table in the middle of the room.

Tom lit his cigarette and waited for everyone to sit around the two tables joined in the middle of the Garrisson to begin.

"Can I just start this meeting with a proposal?" Lizzie said sitting down and everyone looked at her "let's have this meetings somewhere else. This pub stinks and I can't understand if it's the smell of vomit or men's sweat". Tom raised an eyebrow and tilted his head a little, taking his attention away from her, completely uninterested.

"Don't talk shit about my pub" Arthur muttered.

"Sorry" Lizzie shrugs "but it's the truth."

"And since when are you such a fucking snob, hm? For a long time this pub was what put fucking bread on the table!" Arthur spoke in a slightly annoyed louder tone. Linda placed her hand on his thigh trying to calm him down.

"Gee, I'm sorry I don't understand... I'm a snob?! Poll's wearing earrings that cost more than this joint! And I'm not even going to comment on Michael's luxury whores or Y/N... at all she represents" Lizzie spoke mockingly.

You looked at Lizzie and rolled your eyes in disbelief.

You had to keep up your appearance, you needed it for work, but for some reason that bothered Lizzie. For some reason you and she never got along very well, but you always respected each other... but since the fight with the Changrettas started she has become more passive aggressive towards you

Tom cleared his throat after he dried his whiskey glass once more, preventing you from responding Lizzie and starting an unnecessary argument.

"Everyone here knows that we are about to get into a war with the Changrettas" he started talking looking around everyone who fell silent and started to pay attention "as much as we tried, we don't have enough men and the cops are too busy to protect us" he took a deep breath as he continued "so... we have to be smart. We have to think about what he's going to do when he gets here and how we're going to react" he stopped to take a drag on his cigarette and after he released the smoke he continued "Arthur, I don't care about curfew anymore. When I need you, I'll need you, period. Linda, if this is a problem, complain to the Changrettas. I'm sure he'll be understanding, he'll answer at your request and will only do things at the time you want" he smiled mockingly at her who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms "John, I want you and Esme to move close by. The farm where you live... is very I'm far away and there's no security. It's not safe for you or the kids." John looked at Esme for approval, she smiled and nodded. John then looked at Tom and nodded, "Last but most importantly, no fucking secrets. Are you going somewhere? always let someone know. Oh and no fucking confessions" he looked at Polly who rolled her eyes "does anyone disagree?" he looked around and no one said anything "very well..." he sat down and took a sip from his glass "... Does anyone have any idea what we can do?” Tom looked around waiting.

Ada took a deep breath and said, "Tommy, we know you're just asking out of politeness. You already know what you're going to do, so why don't you cut it short and let us know?"

Tom shook his head "it's not just politeness. We rarely have good ideas here... Rarely" he smiled at Ada who rolled her eyes.

"Well, before we continue I think we need more" John said putting the last drop of whiskey in his glass.

"I'll get it" Polly said getting up.

"Can you please get me some water?" Linda asked and stood up behind Polly who nodded. As Polly got the whisky and Linda's cup of watter, Linda turned around and looked at everyone.

"You know, I really think you Shelbys are good at heart" Linda started to speak and Polly covered her eyes with no patience for what was to come. "you guys value family so much... it's beautiful to see and good to be a part of" she continued and smiled "but there's a lot of darkness in the way you live... I think you just need one thing to believe and change. I truly believe you all still have salvation." Everyone in the bar looked as if they had just heard a bad joke. Except Arthur, who was smiling. Tom snorted, smiling mockingly with his back to her. "Especially you Thomas" she added and he rolled his eyes.

"Anyone with anything relevant to talk about?" he asked ignoring Linda.

Poll handed Linda the glass of water and returned to the table with the bottle of whiskey closed, Linda joining in shortly thereafter.

John opened the bottle and filled his glass.

As he filled it, he said, "Tom, the only solution is a bullet. So that's my idea. We put a fucking bullet in his head as soon as he sets foot in Birmingham. We're the fucking Peaky Blinders! run this fucking city" he finished talking restlessly in his chair.

"I just said that we need to be smart..." he said mocking John "yes, the bullet is part of it John, but it won't be that simple" he finished putting a new cigarette to his lips.

"Why not?" John asked. He shifted in his chair, disinterested and impatient with John's lack of intelligence.

"Do you think he's going to arrive saying 'hey! I'm Changretta! How are you? ' ?" Tom asked annoyed "fuck! he's going to arrive and we won't even know he's arrived! Of course the police are there... watching who comes in and out, but do you really think he's going to come in through the fucking front door?" John looked at him and shrugged.

Thomas thought of an answer, but he just shook his head in disapproval and lit his cigarette with a long drag, trying to calm down.

You took a deep breath. You were in internal conflict whether you spoke or not.

You stared at him biting the inside of your mouth and traveled through your thoughts. You were wondering how Thomas would respond to your idea. He wasn't too happy with you at the moment, because of the meeting being late and, perhaps like several others sitting at this table, you were afraid of the answer from the one who sat on the corner of the table looking debauched.

Normally you wouldn't be afraid to speak your mind to Thomas, but today things were different.

"What are you thinking, ey?" Thomas asked looking at you

You blinked a few times, snapping out of your reverie and returning her attention to him.

You took a deep breath and looked at the whiskey glass in front of you. After taking a small sip just to wet your lips, you began to say, "I believe that no matter how rich the mafia is, bringing a bunch of men from the United States to Europe is not something that is worthwhile, financially." you paused and looked at Thomas, who was listening intently, "so I believe there will only be two or three men, besides Luca that he trusts. The rest he would have to hire here, on English soil. And you told me that the Changrettas and the Sabini had a trusting relationship..." Thomas nodded "... so he would probably look for someone that Sabini had business with, that Sabini trusted. With that in mind, I looked over the reports I had of Sabini and made a list of people I think would fit that pattern, but I forgot to bring it and the list is in my office at home. I can give it to you when we get home" you finished smiling a little nervously. Thomas smiled subtly and nodded.

"And what would we do with it?" John asked.

"We can meet with them first and make sure they don't accept any deal Changretta proposes!" Arthur spoke.

"It might work" John nodded smiling at Arthur who smiled back.

"No" you said interrupting their moment.

"What do you mean, no?" Arthur asked looking at you.

You took a deep breath, understanding why Thomas got irritated in this meetings. You were sure Tommy had already figured out the whole plan, that you didn't need to explain it to him, but Arthur and John needed it all chewed up... and indeed it was exhausting.

"If Changretta is going to do business with any of them, he already contacted them. Besides, if we knock on each one's door, they'll let him know somehow, because they have no loyalty to us and we don't know which one of them has loyalty to the Changretta. We first need to find out who he's actually going to do business with. Then we have to find out what they want in exchange for breaking their loyalty to Changretta. And when we have that all figured out we get in contact... When we already have all the cards on the table and he doesn't have any jokers up his sleeve. We can't just base ourselves on an unfounded suspicion" you explained alternating your gaze to the two brothers as you explained.

"But how are we going to find out who he's going to do business with?" Michael got in the middle and asked.

You laughed and took a deep breath, you shrugged your shoulders and said "that's the easiest Michael. You men say we women talk too much, but that's because you've never seen men bragging in a bar after a good deal is done" Polly he laughed, "and these men all know each other and go to the same Italian bars in London. We just need to get someone undercover." Thomas shifted in his chair.

"See Ada…good ideas" he said teasing her. You smiled a little relieved as Ada rolled her eyes and downed her whiskey in one gulp. "Someone else?" Tom asked. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one said anything.

"I don't think so, Tommy" Arthur said. Thomas nodded and puffed on his cigarette a few times before starting to speak.

"We'll do what Y/N said" he said looking at you, you smiled "and John is not completely wrong..." John looked at him confused, but with pride in his eyes he nodded, even without knowing for sure what Thomas was referring to "We're still the fucking Peaky Blinders and we have to remind this town of that. Eh, we don't have enough men, but if we have the citizens on our side...".

"How can they be on our side?" Ada asked

"Well we will have to create the feeling of threat... some crimes on behalf of Changrettas will need to occur. We need them to fear him so that they trust us. Because if he gets here and the people see that he poses no threat, they will not help"

You looked away as you rolled your eyes and shook your head, "I don't agree with that. They don't need to be afraid to trust you. It's a dictatorial and outdated ideal of Machiavelli, where "the ends justify the means", but you I've already decided that you're going to do that, so there's no point in me saying anything" you shrugged.

'Then why are you fucking saying it?' was the first thing that came to Thomas' mind as he stared at her impatiently.

Ada looked enchanted at you "Machiavelli? You never cease to amaze me Y/N" she said smiling

"Who the fuck is Machiavelli?" John asked irritated

As soon as the words left Y/N's mouth she instantly regretted it. Once again she had disagreed with Thomas during a family meeting, which he had insisted on asking her not to do and she had failed at practically every meeting.

You took a deep breath and didn't look back at him and payed attention to Ada as she explained who Machiavelli was.

Thomas, on the other hand, stared at you for a long moment, wondering if it was worth debating, but he took a deep breath, dragging on his cigarette, and glared at Polly.

Polly tried to hide her smile, she loved it when Thomas was annoyed. That was usually her job, but seeing someone else do it… it was gratifying.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Polly cleared her throat and asked you "well what do you have planned?"

"We're done here then" Thomas said getting up and closing his jacket buttons "later I'll give you more information about the progress of things".

Everyone got up and started getting ready to leave.

On the way home you and Thomas didn't speak. When they arrived, the nanny had just left and the housekeeper, Francis, was feeding Charlie. You went to the dining room while Thomas went straight to his office.

After putting Charlie to bed and showering, You knocked on Thomas' office door to hand him the list of names you had spoken.

You wore a short, baby blue nightgown, just below the knee.

You walked in as soon as he asked you to come in.

He glanced quickly at you as you entered, his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs, but he soon forced his attention back to the papers that were in front of him.

"The list of names," you said, walking past his desk and approaching the side of his chair. He thanked her by taking the piece of paper and went back to work.

"It's almost ten o'clock. Why don't you take a shower and come to bed?" you asked running your hand down his back.

"I have to finish this" he replied coldly without looking at her. You nodded and looked at the papers reading what was written. They were the terms of a contract.

"Want some help? Wecould finish faster"

"No," he replied harshly.

"Are you mad?" you asked, but this time he didn't answer "Tommy... I asked you a question". He dropped the paper and turned his chair to look at you.

"What do you think?" he asked irritably.

"Yes," you replied.

Thomas nodded "hey, you're very smart" he said mockingly and turned back to the sheets on top of his desk.

You took a deep breath.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and stroked it gently from his left shoulder to his right.

He growled angrily and shook his shoulders, wanting you to stop, but you continued with the caresses.

You ran your hand up to the back of his head and stroked the shaved part of his hair. You knew he liked it.

He dropped his head slightly forward, indulging into his senses a little, but still kept his attention on the contract sheets.

You bent down a little and placed a kiss on the back of Thomas's head.

"I'm sorry" you whispered into his ear after lightly nibbling his ear.

Thomas took a deep breath, already feeling the tension build between his legs. He picked up his glass of whiskey and took a sip, trying not to get carried away by you. But that was too hard.

"I promise I won't do that again" you added almost whispering and placing another kiss on the back of his head.

"You've said that before," he said in his irritated tone.

You let out a small laugh "I know, I'm sorry". More kisses covered his neck as you made your way back to his ear "tell me what I have to do for you to forgive me".

Your words sent shivers through Thomas, who was having a hard time staying focused on work at the moment.

You knew exactly what he wanted to do and how he wanted to handle the situation. As much as you loved the affection Thomas usually had with you in bed,you also loved the way he was when he was stressed or angry…and the sex got wilder.

"Use me however you want" you whispered and gently bit his ear again "I know I need to earn your forgiveness..." you ran a short path with your tongue along his neck, he no longer even tried to pay attention to the papers "...especially since it's not the first time I've made the same mistake" you continued teasing him he huffed low.

Thomas took a deep breath and with one quick movement he dropped the papers and stood up. Without warning, Tommy grabbed you by the hip and shoulder. A hand pushed yor back down onto the table, the sudden maneuver knocking the glass of whiskey on the table to the floor.

A loud moan of excitement left your lips, reflex to the sudden movement. It wasn't until your chest was resting on the table that you understood what had happened.

Tom bent over you and brushed all your hair to one side. You were breathing loudly as you flet yourself gwtting wet for him.

He leaned close to your ear and said harshly, "Be a good girl and be quiet. Maybe you'll learn something, ey" Tommy then unzipped his pants and took his belt off before grabbing your shoulder and pressing you against the table even more.

Then with his free hand he pulled your shirt up, getting a full view of you. He smiled at the beautiful view and slapped your ass, not too hard but not to easy either, ther perfect force. You chuckled mischievously in response.

Thomas growled "you misbehaved today" he said and slapped your ass again, a little harder. You responded in the same way as before.

Your laughter fueled the fire inside Thomas.

He then dragged your panties aside, clearing the way for him to begin. He ran his finger down her pussy "so wet love..." he commented

"This is your fault" she says jokingly.

"Shhh" he said "I told you to be quiet. Now be a good girl and obey me" and without warning he thrust inside of you quickly making you arch your back at the suddent feeling.

Two sounds filled his office. the first was your surprised cry, and the second was their groan of contentment.

"So tight..." Tommy growled with his eyes closed as his hand went to your hip, squeezing almost possessively.

Your moans quickly filled the entire office but he didn't seem bothered by the sound of them.

He increased the intensity, gritting his teeth each time he went deeper. Your hips didn't relax with the insistent pressure, on the contrary, they went into motion, in sync with each thrust.

"That's it love, keep pushing like that" Tommy moaned as he felt that you was perfectly involved with his movement.

Thomas' eyes were now fixed on your ass and their movement as they smashed against him.

His gaze climbed along the curve of your spine to your face. The shaggy mess of your hair covering your face, as much as he liked watching your face as he fucked you he didn't brush your hair out of the way.

He was pleased as he could clearly hear her panting breaths mixed with her seductive, enticing moans.

"Such a good girl" he whispered panting.

Now one of his hands was still on your hips and the other on your shoulder, keeping you practically immobile.

He started pushing harder and deeper and deeper, making you moan louder as you gripped the sides of the table. You wanted to scream, to tell him to keep going, to let him know how good that felt. But he told you to stay quiet.

Thomas slowly withdrew his cock, leaving only the head inside of you. You took a deep breath, recovering.

He kept his eyes on your beautiful ass, taking a few moments to enjoy the view.

Another slap hit her suddenly and she groaned loudly.

"I could do this all day" he said squeezing her ass with both hands and forcefully and shaking both asscheeks gently, still keeping his head in place.

"Me too... Shit I love your touch" you spoke as he gently massaged her ass.

Thomas shook his head "I told you to be quiet...you really don't listen to me, hm?"

Before you could respond or apologize he shoved back with all his strength causing you to scream as a grunt of satisfaction left his mouth. That satisfaction also came from seeing her ass shake from the impact.

He pulled back and pushed forward hard again and another loud groan filled the room. The sounds coming out of your mouth only added to the pleasure building inside him.

His eyes were still fixed on your ass admiring the wonderful sight of her shaking from the impact.

An exultant sigh escaped him as he drew back and was followed by another grunt of satisfaction as he pushed back. The interval between one movement and another was getting shorter and shorter and you could barely recover between them feeling your orgasm building strong.

You moaned against the table, shuddering softly.

He could hear your breathing getting more and more shaky. Tommy's moans also continued to escape him at the thought that her body was at his mercy, all his to to what he wanted.

The knot in your stomach only getting to hard to control. He knew you were close, he knew your body way too well. He ajusted his pace and starde to speed his movements.

You felt your orgasm hitting you and a loud moan left your mouth followed by a sudden spasm throughout your body as your orgasm washed over you.

Lustful screams and low moans escaped your lips, so erotic and lewd and wonderful, briefly filling his office before settling into soft murmurs. Those moans had Thomas climax rapidly approaching.

"This is so good" you breathed.

Thomas tried to reply to you to stay quiet, but his climax was too close and only a grunt came out of his mouth and in response he gave her two more hard slaps on her ass.

He closed his eyes, concentrating and letting his orgasm take over him. He nearly choked on euphoric grunts. In the midst of his orgasm he remembered and quickly withdrew from inside her, ending up coming outside, soiling his rug.

He bent down and rested his head on your lower back. "Fuck…" he growled with his eyes closed as he breathed heavily.

He left several kisses on your lower back and ass, until he recovered from his orgasm and stood up. He fixed your panties and lowered your nightgown.

You stood up and turned to him as he straightened his pants. Both were still panting a little.

You ran a hand gently over Tom's face as he stroked her back with both hands. You smiled and leaned your forehead against his.

"Am I forgiven?" you asked and he nodded softly. He kissed you intensely.

"I didn't take it off in time" he said and you shrugged.

"It's ok" you said smiling and kissed his cheek "I think it's time we start trying for another one" he smiled "Shall we sleep?" you asked and he nodded once more.

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[oddshelbyout]

His Gift // John Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re celebrating withe the Shelbys. Polly and Ada spoils John’s surpise gift for you.

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note:

I’m sure you want to say “Enough Marianne, you only write for John.” but I just can’t hold myself back. Writing John fics are better than daydreaming about him, a fictional dead character.

If you’re looking for a friends to lovers fluff, this is it and I hope you enjoy it.

English is not my first language and I’m not always confident about my work amd don’t edit so please let me know if I make any mistakes or if there’s anything I can fix in my writing.

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Requests are open. You can request any Peaky Blinders related prompts/plots for me write. I’m a minor so I don’t take NSFW requests, please keep that in mind.

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Birthdays in the Shelbys were never a big deal. Polly, Arthur and Thomas didn’t even know the exact day of their birth. There were never any celebrations. That fact was what made that day so important.

It was your 25th birthday. Birthdays weren’t a big deal in your family either but at least they were celebrated or they used to be.

Your mother had passed away a year ago and it would be your first birthday without any family members present. They were all already dead but it wasn’t a huge deal because the grief didn’t hold you captive for long.

John, your best friend couldn’t let you spend your birthday alone so he arranged a birthday dinner for you. All the Shelbys would be there, your family. You had known them your entire life and your relationship only grew stronger.

It would be at your own home but you knew the setting wouldn’t make much difference. Polly and Ada had come early to help you cook. You had a whole family to feed.

You were filled with joy. You knew celebrating birthdays was a foreign thing to the Shelbys. Knowing that made you feel extremely cared for.

“Is Tommy going to be here?” you asked while chopping some carrots. Thomas Shelby had been like an older brother for you. Even though you didn’t see him much these days, you still liked to believe you hadn’t lost your connection to him.

“I’m not sure.” Ada mumbled, “He’s been really busy.” you just nodded to her explanation. You wouldn’t take it personally if he hadn’t showed up.

“Maybe Michael will show up as his substitute.” you giggled. Ada giggled with you too. “Don’t make fun of my boy will you!” Polly said strongly. You knew she was just joking just like she knew you were.

“Alright Pol.” Ada said, she couldn’t stop giggling. Polly was tired of you giggling like children while cooking. “Please tell me you have enough drinks Y/N.” Polly said after turning her back to you and heading towards the table to pour herself some wine.

“Of course I do Pol.” you rolled your eyes since she couldn’t see you. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Miss.” Polly said. Ada couldn’t hold herself back from laughing.

“Nothing slips away from you does it?” Ada asked Polly while she sat down on the chair slowly. Polly had given up on cooking, left you and Ada to take care of it.

“So everyone will be here?” you asked once again, trying to be sure you’ll have everyone you love with you on that day. “Of course dear.” Polly let out, “You are our dearest Y/N.” Ada supported her aunt’s words.

It felt so good knowing the people around you genuinely loved you back. Them accepting you as a Shelby even though you were not in the family by blood or marriage was the best thing that happened to you.

They were all so special to you but the most special was John. He was your best friend, the one you shared all your secrets with. Except one special secret because it was about him only.

You liked him, fuck it, you loved him and not in a friendly way. You didn’t know if that counted as a secret because he couldn’t be dumb enough to not notice that.

“When do you think John will be here?” you asked, Polly sighed. You looked at Ada and then Polly, neither said anything. “You’re keeping something from me.” turned to Polly.

“No we’re not!” Ada opposed, you definitely didn’t buy it. “Spill ladies.” you said and raised your eyebrows. “Okay so…” Ada started talking but Polly interrupted, “Ada, you made a promise.” she said.

“Come on Polly, what’s going on?” you asked impatiently. Ada giggled, “He went to London to get you a real nice gift.” your jaw dropped.

“London? Why would he go such a long way for only a simple gift?” you weren’t that excited for his gift. You thought it was unnecessary.

“You’re special to him and we’re celebrating a birthday for once!” Polly said, you nodded. It still made you nervous.

“I didn’t ask for a gift, I didn’t expect a gift.” Ada and Polly didn’t understand why you got upset over a joyful thing.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Polly asked, it was almost like she read your mind. You moved away from the counter and sat on the chair next to Polly.

“Why is he going through the trouble of going to London for a gift? He hasn’t even noticed that I’m interested in him.” you said simply. Polly nodded.

“Oh Y/N, you have to tell him that you love him.” Ada responded. There was a meal to cook and all of you were now sitting around the table, talking about your interest in John.

“I don’t know if I should.” you mumbled. Polly held your hand, “Darling, it’s okay to be scared when you love someone.” you nodded. She was right.

“Who do you love Y/N?” you heard John say and your body filled with sudden panic. You didn’t even hear him come in.

“No one.” you said and Ada gave you a very disappointed look. “So nice of you to join us early John.” Polly said with a dull tone.

“Better be early than late.” he said looking directly at you. He was obviously so blind that he couldn’t see the way you looked at him.

He stood next to you, he supported himself with a one hand on the table. “Tell me Y/N, who is it that has your heart?” you nervously chuckled.

“You wouldn’t know him.” Polly and Ada’s confused eyes locked on you. They thought this would be the moment.

“I’m a Peaky Blinder, I know everyone in this damn city.” he said directly. Polly’s gaze turned to John. She saw something on his impression that you didn’t. It was jealousy.

“He’s not from here.” you lied, you knew that was a mistake. “Okay then, don’t tell me if you don’t want to.” John said and you got up.

You got back to the food with Ada and Polly kept enjoying her wine as she watched you cook. John sat on the chair you were previously sitting on.

“Will you tell me who it is?” John whispered to Polly, she just chuckled loud so you could hear. John was disappointed that nobody was willing to tell him. He was obviously jealous but it was a foreign feeling to him. He didn’t know what he felt was jealousy.

Soon the food was done, the table was ready and everyone was there. Even Tommy had come which made you the happiest. Michael’s arrival had surprised you and you were extremely happy to see Finn come as well.

After eating you went to the living room and settled on the couch. “I think I like this birthday celebration thing.” Arthur said and everyone just laughed, except Tommy. He still had a thing to say though.

“Would it be a celebration without gifts?” he said and you smiled big. “Wait, did we have to buy something?” Finn asked and Polly threw him a killer look.

“You didn’t have to.” you said humbly, you really didn’t want gifts. All that mattered to you was that the Shelbys bothered to celebrate your birthday with you.

Tommy took a little box out of his pocket. “This is from all of us.” he said, he handed it to you. You opened the small box. It had a little pin inside. The pin was shaped as a star, you smiled big.

“This is perfect.” you put the pin on your shirt and stood up to hug all of them. Even Tommy let you hug, he wasn’t a fan of hugs so it meant a lot that he let you do that.

“I’m so lucky to have all of you by my side.” you said, “Damn right you are.” Arthur couldn’t hold himself but say. You laughed, you hadn’t felt this much joy in a long time.

You hugged Michael the last, “Happy birthday.” he told you softly then you sat back at your place. The moment you sat down. You expected John to finally give you his gift.

You hoped he had a seperate gift for you. Tommy did say it was from all of them but if John went all the way to London to buy this, why didn’t he give it himself? You didn’t like that feeling of ambiguity

There was a weird long silence. Everyone looked uncomfortable and you hated that. “Why don’t we get more drinks.” Michael offered to cut the silence. Everyone nodded. You weren’t going to just shut up.

“John, don’t you have a seperate gift for me?” you asked and John’s jaw dropped. He looked horrified. Everyone else just sipped their drinks in silence.

“Why do you ask?” he said, he didn’t look confused. He looked more like he was trying to look confused. “Because you went to London to get me something.” you said it finally.

Ada and Polly seemed to regret that they had told you because they lit a cigarette at the same time when you said it.

“I can’t believe they told you!” John got angry at you and everyone else for no reason. It was obvious he was hiding something and you needed to know what.

“So it’s true.” you asked, he nodded without saying anything. “Where is the gift then?” you stood up in anger.

Your joy had disappeared, John had left you down. You didn’t even want a gift but the thought of him actually travelling to get you something had given you hope. It gave you hope about you and him.

“I think we should leave.” Tommy said, everyone looked at each other and nodded. “Please don’t.” you begged. John did nothing, didn’t even react.

Polly left her seat to come hug you. “Today’s been great dear but I think it’s better if you and John talk alone.” she told you. You got it now, it wasn’t because they wanted to leave. It was because they didn’t want John to leave. You were both getting heated and John tended to run away when he got overwhelmed.

“Okay, see you all later.” you said, everyone hugged you once again and wished you happy birthday. Then you and John were left alone.

He was still sitting the same way, hadn’t even moved a bit. He was looking at you with dull eyes. He looked sad. You didn’t want a great day, your birthday to end like this.

“John, where is the gift you got from London?” you sat down on your knees right before John’s feet. He sighed, his hands moved around his stubbly chin.

“I don’t think I should give it.” John said softly. His voice was low, his tone had so much pain. “Why?” you asked immediately, you had to know.

“Because it’s a fucking ring and you’re in love with someone else!” he yelled. You put your hand on his knee. You laughed loudly. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“You were going to propose to me?” you just thought he was joking. “Yes.” he simply answered, you kept laughing

“No dating phase, you were just going to ask your best friend to marry you.” you heard yourself say and it made you laugh even harder.

“Stop laughing! How is my heartbreak funny?” John’s voice cracked. You finally stopped laughing. “My Johnny Boy, how can you be so blind.” you said. John raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, blind enough to think you would say yes so I went to London and got you a custom made ring.” your eyes opened wide. “No you stupid shit! You're the guy I love, I was talking about you!” you jumped on your feet and yelled.

John took a deep breath, “What?” you laughed again. “John Shelby, I love you and no one else.” you confessed finally, “I only made up someone else because I didn’t know how to tell you.” you finally let it go.

“So you love me the way I love you.” he asked, you smiled and nodded. He stood up too, put his hand in his pocket and took out a box.

“No dating phase because I wanna wake up next to you every morning.” he said as he sat down on one knee. Your eyes teared up, you couldn’t believe your eyes and ears.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you give me the honour to be your husband?” John opened the box to reveal an emerald ring. You were mesmerized by the shine of the ring and also by his proposal.

“Yes, a million times yes!” you shouted, took the ring out yourself and put it on. John dropped the empty box on the floor and hugged you. He hugged you and you never wanted to let go.

“This is going so fast, it’s kind of scary.” you admitted while your head was resting on his shoulder. “Let’s speed it up a little more.” he said and pulled himself back a little. “Kiss me Y/N.” he said and you did what he said.

Your lips met his. They weren’t like how you imagined they would be. They weren’t chapped like they seemed, they were soft and smooth. They were warm, the warmth of his lips heated your whole body.

Your soul was leaving your body to join his. You never thought this would be how you ended up together. It was fast but you knew each other well and long enough to skip the dating.

All you both wished for was each other and nothing more. Your wish was finally true.

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[blindersbeach]

benefit of the doubt pt. 2

wc: 737 blurb: the arranged married between finn shelby and andrea solomons is finalized, but andrea overthinks so much that someone visits her.

w. ada :) 

pt.1 

Simon sits across from you as Harry stands behind him with his hands softly on his shoulders. You admire how comfortable and in love they appear. The warmth from your mug flows through your hands keeping you somewhat warmer. Harry bends down and whispers something into his boyfriend’s ear. It makes Simon hit Harry on his side. Harry giggles.

“What is it?” The last thing you needed on your mind is Harry making some stupid remark.

“It’s nothing don’t worry about it, so tell us about Finn.” Simon states as he tries to calm Harry down, “I hear he is the most handsome Shelby!”

“Hey, at least you could say that stuff when I’m out of the room…” Harry jokes to hide the jealousy beginning to rise. He sits down and Simon pulls his chair closer to him making his lover smile. You rest your head in the palm of your hand and heavily sigh. The thoughts are overwhelming you. With only three hours of sleep, you don’t really understand how you are still awake. Let alone your eyes being open from gallons and gallons of tears.

“What’s on your mind, Love?” Simon reaches for your arm trying to comfort you.

“It’s so fast and I don’t even know him. I don’t know if I can go through with it. That’s not even the worst part to me,” You start to break into tears. “I don’t know where I will be living! I don’t want to move to Birmingham and leave everything behind. I can’t just be a housewife and have kids. I can’t even take care of myself! I just– I don’t–I know that this is going to benefit both parties, but it’s–”

“A lot. It’s a lot for you. You are young and career driven and strong headed.” Harry says softly. He reaches across the table to wipe stray tears away. You take a deep breath before covering your face with your hands. Simon and Harry try to comfort you as much as possible.

The long silence is broken by a knock at the door. Harry stands up and answers it. “Is Andrea Solomons here?” A woman asks in a polite tone, but a distinguishing Birmingham accent. Harry puts a hand on his hip before answering.

“And who is asking?” Harry’s sass appears before the manners he was taught.

“I’m Ada Thorne, the only Shelby that is logical and it’s better that I’m here and not Pol.” She remarks before practically inviting herself in. You hadn’t even notice your future sister-in-law walk in and sit next to you. “So you must be the beautiful bride to be about to marry the youngest Shelby!”

You sit up in confusion, along with Simon and Harry, and try to wipe your eyes clean. Your face appears bright red matching the color of your blouse. A wave of surprise hits you after the fact that you got a visit from a Shelby. Thoughts of disaster rushes across your face. What if it’s all called off, is one of the top negative thoughts in the moment. Ada recognizes the expression on your face and instantly comforts you.

“Hey, I’m not here to bring bad news. I wanted to make sure you are okay and check on you,” Ada puts a hand on your shoulder. This only brings more tears because you’ve never had a female figure to look up to and talk to. Of course you had Alfie, but he had to play the role of not only your brother, but father and mother. Alfie knew that you always wished you had a sister or more friends that were girls to talk to. In a way, Alfie hoped that the Shelby family would be welcoming enough to treat her like their own and give her the family they never had.

“Luckily we can make your wedding as big as you deserve. It’s not every day a pretty girl like you gets married,” She says with a smile. “At least you won’t be pregnant or keeping it a secret like me.” Ada chuckles. The boys were caught off guard, but you also found it funny.

Ada helped with all of your wedding jitters such as the dress and worrying about family. As much as it would’ve helped, she barely brought up her younger brother. She helped get your mind off things and actually talk about girly things like makeup and hair.

a/n: this needs a read through so i will update it again and be sure to check out my newest series called “nosediving into bandages” jon snow and sansa stark pairing 

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[rubysunnday]

Sarcasm

A/N: this is called ‘how many Stiles Stilinski quotes can I fit in one fic?’ Turns out quite a few

Y/N sighed as the phone rang for the fifth time that day.

“Tom!” She yelled, hoping he would answer it so that she didn’t have to get up. “Tommy !”

“I’m busy!” He yelled back.

Y/N groaned, unfolding herself from underneath the blanket and got up for the sofa. She all but stomped over to the phone, making sure her brother was aware of how annoyed she was at having to move.

“Hello?” She said as she picked up the phone.

“Oh, thank god it’s you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Finn? What do you want?”

“I need your help,” Finn replied, panting slightly.

“Why are you out of breath?” She asked, frowning.

“Because I’ve just run a marathon,” Finn said, sarcasm dripping off every word. “I’ve just been chased down the street by some random Italians!”

Y/N turned her back to the betting shop. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, not what I meant. Why do you need me?”

“Well, I don’t really know what to do.”

Y/N groaned. “Alright, fine. Where are you?”

“Phone box near the station.”

“I’ll be ten minutes,” she muttered, already regretting answering the phone. She put it back on the receiver and grabbed her coat. “I’m going out!”

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Arthur yelled at her as she left.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “No promises,” she muttered, shutting the door behind her.

Finn hadn’t moved from the phone box.

Y/N sighed at her brother as he all but burst from inside and ran towards her. “What did you do?”

Finn hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it several times before answering. “It’ll be easier to show you.”

He grabbed her hand and began dragging her down the road. Y/N sighed but allowed her brother to keep dragging her. They walked past rows of house, turned down several suspicious looking alleyways and definitely walked in a circle several times.

“Finn, love, where are you taking me?” Y/N asked as they walked past the butchers for the sixth time.

“Here,” Finn said, pulling her in front of him and pushing Y/N into the entrance of a dead-end alley.

Y/N and stumbled to a halt and stared at the body of a rather large Italian at the end of the alley. “Finn, what did you do?”

“It was self-defence!” Finn exclaimed loudly.

“Alright, alright, shut up,” Y/N said, slowly walking forward towards the body.

“I’ve already called the police.”

Y/N turned to look at her brother, eyebrow raised. “You called the police before you called me?”

Finn frowned. “I’m supposed to call you when I find a dead body?”

“YES!” Y/N said loudly, throwing her hands up. “Bloody hell, Finn, do you have any brain cells or do I have all of them?” Y/N sighed. “Alright, if you’ve already called the police then we need to leave.”

“They didn’t seem overly concerned,” Finn replied. “Maybe we should phone them again.”

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“No, what do you mean no?”

“I mean no, you want to hear it in Spanish: Noh,” Y/N replied, staring at her brother. “I swear to god this family has two brain cells and that Polly and I are the only ones who ever have them.”

Y/N grabbed her brother’s arm and dragged him away from the alley.

“What about the body?” Finn asked, pointing at it as he was led away.

Y/N shrugged. “They’ll sort it, come on,” she said, pulling him in front of her and pushing him.

“But, shouldn’t we tell someone?” Finn asked, genuinely bewildered.

“Yes, let’s tell the entirety of Small Heath that Finn Shelby murdered an Italian with his brother’s gun.”

Finn stopped and glared at her. “The sarcasm is not appreciated, Y/N.”

“I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, sarcasm is my only defence,” Y/N shot back. “Not to mention I just saved your ass.”

“Where are we going?” Finn asked as Y/N pushed him into walking again.

“A dead body?” John asked, staring at them, eyebrows raised.

“No, a body water,” Y/N snapped. “Yes, a dead body!”

John sighed. “Alright, what do you want me to do about it?”

“Well, it was your gun Finn murdered him with.”

“It was self-defence.”

“Still murder, Finn,” Y/N replied. “John, I just need you to move the body and burn it and no one will be any the wiser.”

John shook his head in despair. “Fucking hell, fine, where is it?”

“Why have I just had a phone call from Moss about a dead Italian near the butchers?”

Y/N winced at Tommy’s yell as he marched into the room.

“Ah, fuck,” John muttered. He stood up and walked into the betting shop flanked by Y/N and Finn. 

“What Italian?” Arthur asked, frowning.

“No idea, Moss got a phone call about a dead body and found it in an alley,” Tommy replied, leaning on the back of a chair and looking at the room. “I’m only going to ask this once, did anyone here murder him?”

“Not me,” Arthur said, shaking his head.

Michael shook his head as well. “Weren’t me either, Tom.”

Tommy turned to look at John. “John?”

“I’ve been here all afternoon, Tommy,” John replied. “Finn and Y/N have been upstairs.”

“Yup, I’ve been reading,” Y/N said, following John’s train of thought.

“I’ve been sewing my cap,” Finn added, nodding.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Ahuh, then why did Moss say it sounded like Finn on the other end of the phone?”

Y/N sighed. “Fuck’s sake, Finn.”

“What was I meant to do!” Finn yelled.

“So, you lied to me?” Tommy asked, frowning.

Y/N shrugged. “That depends how you define lying, Tom.”

“Well, I define it as not telling the truth,” Tommy replied, walking closer to them. “How do you define it?”

Y/N paused, thinking. “Reclining your body in a… horizontal position,” she said, mimicking horizontal with her hands.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Tommy ordered.

Y/N nodded. “Absolutely.”  

“What exactly were you two going to do about this problem?” Tommy asked, staring at them both.

“Well, personally, I’m a huge fan of ignoring the problem until, eventually, it goes away,” Y/N replied, standing in the doorway.

“Y/N,” Tommy said, turning to face her. “What did I say?”

“Well you told me to leave but then started talking to me so I just… sort of… hovered,” Y/N replied, swinging her arms. “Besides, it’s not like the Italian was a good person or anything, probably had Finn shooting him in the head coming.”

Michael turned to stare at his cousin. “You’re a horrible person.”

Y/N sighed, nodding. “I know, it keeps me awake at night.”

“I didn’t mean to kill him!” Finn suddenly yelled. “It was self-defence.”

“What the fuck is happening in here?” Polly asked walking in and glaring at them all.

“Finn killed an Italian, Tommy’s pissed off at us – nothing new there - and apparently I’m a horrible person,” Y/N replied.

“Not to mention you won’t answer any questions,” Michael added, twirling his pen between his fingers.

Y/N clicked her fingers and pointed at him. “That too.”

Polly sighed. “I’ve been gone three hours.”

“What happens if they find out I killed him?” Finn asked.

“Who?” Y/N turned to look at him, frowning.

“The mafia!” Finn exclaimed. “I killed one of their own, they’re going to hunt me down and kill me,” Finn muttered, spiralling. “Oh god.”

“Alright, sit down,” Arthur said, shoving Finn into a chair and handing him a glass of whiskey. “I’m not gonna let you die, alright.”

Y/ N groaned. “God, can’t you at least think about it?” She asked, looking at Arthur lovingly. “For me?”

“I refer to my earlier statement,” Michael muttered.

“Oh, cry me a river, Michael,” Y/N snapped.

“Oi!” Tommy yelled. “We’re getting off topic. Y/N, since we all know you are a fucking terrible influence on Finn, you’re coming with me to dispose of the body.”

“Oh, no, thank you, it’s rather gory, disposing,” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “I might faint.”

Tommy raised his eyebrows, staring at her incredulously. “You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!” She exclaimed.

“Y/N, stay here and keep quiet for once,” Arthur muttered, shaking his head as John laughed.

“If I could give you a grade on how profoundly you disturb me,” Michael said, looking at Y/N, “You’d be an A+ student.”

Y/N smiled gratefully at her cousin. “Aw, thanks Michael.”

John laughed again as Polly shook her head, slightly amused. Tommy groaned, hanging his head in despair.

“Right, Arthur and I will deal with Moss,” Tommy said, rubbing his face. “Y/N, stay here and try not cause any more chaos.”

“I wasn’t even the one to shoot him, Tommy!” Y/N exclaimed. “What the fuck?!”

“Yeah, alright,” Tommy said, waving a hand at her. “Stay here and let Michael teach you something useful, ok?”

“Yeah sure, we’ll do the alphabet, shall we Michael? Start with F end with U,” Y/N snapped, glaring at her brother.

Tommy glared back at his sister. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up shooting you at this rate.”

Arthur stepped forward, grabbing his sister by the shoulder. “Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?”

“If you ask them without the usual level of stupid, Arthur.”

Polly chuckled quietly. “Y/N,” she said warningly, her eyes betraying her amusement at her niece.

“So, you’re asking me to tell you what I wouldn’t not tell you,” Y/N asked, looking at her older brothers.

Arthur blinked. “First of, I have no fucking clue what you just said.”

“Secondly,” Tommy said, cutting in, “how about you just let us help you?”

“Well, it wasn’t me who killed him.”

“Y/N.”

“Well, I don’t know how to help you help me tell you something that would help if I don’t know it,” Y/N replied.

Tommy groaned. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

Y/N smirked, crossing her arms. “Possibly.”

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