#finn shelby one shot

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

(GIF credit to @siriuslyshewrote)

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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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Fathers & Family Master Post! All the family stories I have are below! (Peaky Blinders & Bullet Train)

Peaky Blinders

Grab an End - Thomas Shelby & Teen Ruby Shelby

Ruby sneaks off to a party and needs Tommy’s help - Hurt / Comfort / Father daughter feels / coming of age

Moving Out - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Little Ruby has had enough of Tommy’s BS - Hurt / Comfort - father-daughter feels / fix it/ happy ending

Sick - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Ruby is on death's door, Tommy and family try to nurse her back to health

Da - Thomas Shelby & Little Teddy Shelby

The Kid’s first words & Tommy’s reaction - Super Fluff

We Are Not Good Men - Thomas Shelby & Adopted Teen Daughter Pt.2

 Reader is adopted when Tommy discovers that she had been working for him as a maid at 15 years old. Extreme fluff & hurt comfort. Hugs. Nondescriptive mentions of assault and beatings

A Vacation - Thomas Shelby X Reader & Family

Tommy needs to step up as a father, when his wife is pregnant again and put on bedrest a vacation is in order. Tommy takes them to stay in Cornwall and the reader watches everyone change for the better.

A Day at the Fair - Shelby boys & Finn

The boys promise him a day at the fair and it doesn’t go as planned - featuring lots of Tommy and Lizzy, plus Arthur and John

London Calling - Shelby Sister Reader

 (Shelby sister) has had enough of her family’s nonsense, she escapes to do things on her own. Only to find out years later the cause of her pain wasn’t what she thought it was.

First Hit - Finn Shelby Comming of Age

An outing takes an unexpected turn and Finn thinks its him time to step up. Featuring lots of kid Finn, buckets of innocence, lots of Tommy, and Lizzy to the rescue.

A Monster Under the Bed - Thomas X Reader & Daughter

Tommy helps a girl with an unexpected request that leads his heart somewhere it hasn’t been before

Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks - Thomas X Lizzie & Adopted Reader

who knew verbally assaulting a nun would win you the perfect family - Series

Growing Pains - Shelby Family & Reader Sister

Reader is the youngest of the Shelby clan and is often excluded due to her softer nature. When she gets hurt at the pub one day it quickly becomes everyone’s problem to fix it and make things right

Dad? - Tommy Shelby & Little Baby Sister

The last Shelby is born just before the war, when Tommy comes back caring for her is one of the only things he finds peace in.

Red - Thomas Shelby X Pregnant Reader

Redhead Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Tommy’s babe. This follows their wonders about what their child will be like.

Betrayal - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Reader is Tommy’s daughter. When she gets involved with a boy from a rival family, she knows that there is a lot on the line. Unfortunately for her, things don’t end well, causing Tommy to recall what it was like being in love with someone who stabs you in the back

Teddy Bear - Alfie & Little Girl from the Streets - Pt. 2

The reader gets lost wandering the streets, when she sees what she assumes is a bakery she sneaks in hoping to steal some scraps…. She gets caught by Alfie, initially terrified of his big size and loud voice she realizes he’s not so bad after all.

Allergies - Tommy Shelby X Reader Daughter

Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world

Nonsense - Reader & Little Charlie Shelby

No one can understand what’s bothering little Charlie - no one except the reader

American Girl - Shelby Family & Sister Reader

The reader finds out more about her distant family after her Grandparents pass.

Her Father's Daughter - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Follow up head cannons about how much Ruby adores her father.

Dresses - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

While the ladies of the Shelby family are on vacation you realize you still need to find a ballgown for the big dance. Thankfully your dad is available.

Not a Child Anymore - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Me, Adopted? - Thomas Shelby & Reader Son

Charlie & Ruby play a prank on their little brother and tell him he's adopted.

I don't want to grow up - Tommy's daughter finds herself in an uncomfortable position while all the women are out of town - father-daughter comfort fic

Bullet Train

Values - Tangerine X Reader - Series

Tangerine can't help himself and decides to mess around while on the job - resulting in a very pregnant reader trying to track him down.

Adopt a Fruit - Tangerine & Lemon & Small reader child

A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #alfie solomons #finn shelby #shelby family #lizzie shelby #polly gray #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders one shot #tangerine #lemon #tangerine & lemon #bullet train #bullet train oneshot #bullet train fanfic #ruby shelby #reader x shelby family

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Hot Summer Days

Peaky Blinders One Shot

Summary: At the end of the summer, Thomas decides it's time for the family to go on a well-deserved beach vacation. While you only work for him, you wound up getting invited.

A/N: I tried to leave this open in regards to pairing, hopefully it worked but maybe it feels like everyone is flirting with you. Also, this was supposed to be an imagine but you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find the proper gif sometimes.

It came to you as a surprise when you heard that the Shelby family was planning a trip to the beach. Sure, you knew they could use the break and deserve some time away from the city, especially Finn, but that they would acknowledge that was surprising. Almost unsettling if you were being honest.

If something suspicious was looming under this trip, you had to make sure no one was going to get hurt.

Not physically, of course, but emotionally. This had slowly became your job ever since you got hired by Thomas Shelby himself. Officially, you were his secretary. Making sure papers were in order, reminding him of official and officious meetings, seeing that the boys weren’t too rowdy in the betting shop. Just your average secretary job. Things changed when it became apparent that you needed a desk and the only place available was near the entrance of the betting shop. Now, your job included greeting everyone as they came in. Slowly, you picked up on their habits. Arthur was not to be talked to before he had his coffee. Thomas would always greet you but only nod in your direction if something was on his mind. John would always take the time to talk to you. Finn would stop running up and down the shop if you took the time to ask him what he learned today. Ada only popped by when she needed something from Thomas or when she was sad and needed someone to listen to her. Esme, even if she would never admit it, always gushed over all of John's kids. Arthur takes his coffee black but with one sugar; it’s nicer on his stomach he says.

So if this trip the the beach was just a cover-up for something bigger, something nastier, you had to know. Otherwise, life could become unbearable at the betting shop.

You barely had a foot in the door when a loud voice yapped at you.

“Y/N, my office,” said Thomas sternly, “Now.”

The room had gone quiet. You quickly glanced at John but he looked as confused as you did. Could Thomas have known about what you were planning on asking him? Could he take offence to that? Maybe you got too eager, put your nose where you shouldn’t have? Could he even fire you for that? You couldn’t afford to lose this job. You couldn’t afford to get fired by the Shelbys out of all people.

You stepped into Thomas’ office shaking, your palms sweating.

“Please, sit down,” Thomas said gesturing to the chair facing him across his desk.

You did, maybe a little bit too slowly. You stared at your shoes, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You look pale.”

If there was genuine worry in his voice, you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing that was now in your ears.

“I’m… I’m fine…” you finally said, “Just a bit tired I guess…”

“That’s perfect then,” he said clapping his hands together and making you jump, “Not that you are tired of course, that’s not what I meant… I…”

Now hearing his hesitation, you looked up. Thomas seemed uncomfortable. He was slowly scratching the back of his head, looking down, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“I meant… I was planning on taking everyone, the whole family, away on a vacation. To the beach as you may have heard. And I real vacation I might add. Just the sun, the waves, and… what I mean is… would you come with us?”

With his question, he looked up at you but your gaze had gone back to the floor.

“Y/N?” he asked quite firmly.

You looked up again.

“That’s better,” he said, “Now, will you come?”

But you were too stoned to say anything. Not only the vacation plan was real but you could go with them as well.

“It’s just that, you know, Finn really seems to like you,” Thomas started, “And so does Ada and Esme… it would be really nice if you could make it…“

Was he trying to convince you?

“… can get a word out of Arthur before noon. And with John, you’re just…”

“Yes!” you blurted out before he could finish, “I’ll be there!”

“Great!” he said smiling at you, “We leave tomorrow morning. Be here at 6:30 sharp.”

He gestured towards the door, inviting you to leave before getting back to his work.

As you got out of the office, you couldn’t help but smile. Yes, you were thrilled to get the time off and to go out with people you might just start calling friends, but mostly you were happy to know that your work had not gone unnoticed. But you barely had time to enjoy the moment. You could only take a few steps towards your desk before feeling a hard slap on your back. You turned around, a bit angry only to see a beaming Arthur.

“Moving up the ladder I see,” he said excitedly, “Next thing you know you’ll be part of the family! I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he added more quietly.

As soon as the day was over, you rushed home. 6:30 a.m. was early. Way too early. You still had to find clothes and your swimsuit. You hoped it still fit you. Living in Birmingham, there are not many opportunities to go to the beach. The last time you saw the ocean was probably well over ten years ago. You were still a child back then. But your mother had always told you to be ready for anything, so a few years back, after seeing that it was on sale, you bought a swimsuit. Just in case. Just in case you got invited by Thomas fucking Shelby to go to the beach with his family. In what world could something like this happen.

This one apparently. And your mother would tell you to seize the day and not look back. You grab the only bag big enough to fit all your things. Swimsuit, check. Towel, check. Sunglasses, check. Sandals, check. Hat, check. You went down your list until everything was in your bag. In the end, it was much and the bag closed easily. It was already past midnight when you finally laid on your bed and went to sleep.

At 6:30 a.m. sharp, the cars left for the ocean. You ended up squeezed between an overexcited Finn and a less-than-happy Arthur. It was way too early for him.

The ride wasn’t too long, just a little over two hours. As soon as you got out of the car, you were met with a whirling wind. Your hair danced crazily in front of your eyes. With one hand holding your bag you struggled to keep it under control.

“Here,” said Esme, “give your bag to John, I’ll help you.”

Still half blind, you lifted up your bag in front of you, hoping that this was where John was.

“Now,” said Esme raking her hands through your hair, “let me take care of this for you.”

Gently, she combed your hair back and started braiding it. A few strands from the front of your head escaped and started dancing in the wind again.

“You tell me if I hurt you,” she said. But you couldn’t hear a thing over the wind that has now picked up again.

“What!” you said hoping to be loud enough.

She leaned in closer to you.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” she whispered gently in your ear.

You nodded slightly, not wanting to move too much and ruin your hair. A few moments later, she was done. You felt the cold wind on your neck before Esme wrapped her arm around it.

“Let’s go find the boys now!” she said before forcing you down the sandy hills and towards the beach.

When you got there, Thomas and John were already laying blankets under beach umbrellas while Arthur was still struggling to put his up. You knew asking him if he needed help was a bad idea but you had no other choice.

“Need a hand,” you asked gently.

He was struggling with keeping the umbrella at the right angle while hammering it down for it to stay in place. He grumbled something you couldn’t quite hear but took as a ‘yes’. You got to your knees and grabbed the umbrella with both hands. Arthur inclined it properly before hammering down a rock on its top. It took a few hits but it eventually was deep enough in the sand for it to hold in place.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, “You’ll wanna sit with me?”

“Sure,” you said grinning.

You placed down your towel by his before grabbing your bag again.

“Does anyone know where we can get changed?” you asked, mostly looking towards Ada and Esme.

“There’s a hut right by there,” Thomas answered first, vaguely pointing behind him towards yet more sandy hills.

“I guess I’ll have to figure it out myself,” you mumbled passing right by him.

And you did. Not far from where you had settled, there were a dozen of brightly coloured cabins all lined up neatly by a boardwalk. You quickly changed, keeping on an oversized shirt to cover your shoulder from the sun. It used to be your dad and went down to your mid-thigh. After a quick glance at yourself, you decided it was best to leave the last few buttons open. It looked better, but mostly it felt more comfortable.

You walked back down to the beach, your arms interlaced with Ada and Esme’s. Even from far away, you could see the boys running on the beach. What they were running for was however unclear.

“Are they…?” you started, not sure how to finish your question.

“Playing football?” Ada completed, “Yes! It’s been such a long time since I played with them too, come on!”

With that, she started running, dragging Esme and you behind her. Quickly, the teams were changed as you ended up facing Thomas, John and Esme. Your team was losing. Badly. Something about being too aggressive and not having enough strategy. As Ada and Arthur blocked the other team, you managed to get ahold of the ball. Without missing a beat, you ran up your makeshift field. As you were about to kick the ball, and hopefully score, John came out of nowhere, trying to steal it from you. You struggled to push him back, unknowingly drifting towards the water.

“It’s over Y/N!” roared John.

“Unless…” you started while trying to outsmart him.

You kicked the ball in between John’s legs and took a step forward trying to get control of it. But John stepped forward too, making you tumble backwards. Next thing you knew, you were in the water, John over you.

“Oh shit, sorry,” said John quickly getting up and offering you a hand.

“It’s… it’s okay,” you said between two coughs.

He pulled you up with a little bit more strength than you expected. You stumbled forward, catching yourself on John’s chest.

“Woah, easy there,” he said taking your hand and his.

“Sorry…” you said feeling the red rise to your cheeks.

“I’m messing with you, come on!” he said gently pushing the ball towards you.

Quickly, you took the ball back and sprinted towards the goal, scoring. The game went on, the score tied. As you tried to get in one last goal, you and Finn kicked the ball at the same time, sending it flying away.

“I’ll get it,” you both said at the same time, sprinting towards the ball.

The ball came to a stop in front of three tall men, all dressed in black suits.

“So sorry to have disturbed you,” you said politely, “We’ll just get the ball back…”

But one of the men put his feet on it before picking it up from the ground.

“Look, we don’t want any trouble…” you said now more quietly feeling that the situation was escaping your control.

“And what can someone as pretty as you give me in exchange for the ball?” the man asked stepping towards you.

You stepped back, but Finn stepped in front of you.

“Kid, move out the way,” the man said, pushing Finn to the side.

Finn struggled to keep his balance but came right back by your side.

“Now, come on,” the man went on, “I’m sure you can think of something.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Finn whispered in your ear, “If they get too close, I’ll fight them off.”

You had trouble believing him after what you had just witnessed, but the thought was still comforting.

“You know what,” the man said, “Maybe I’ll just take what I want.”

He dropped the ball and made his way up to you. Finn grasped your hand and you held it as tight as you could. Before you could even will your body to run away, a loud voice snapped at the man.

“Don’t take another step,” Thomas said from behind you.

The man stopped dead in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment and then started laughing.

“Oh, come on man. I’ll let you have a turn after if that’s what you want.”

You looked over your shoulder. Thomas looked serious, dead serious, but you could tell there was a point of anger in him.

“Finn, get a move on,” he said walking towards you.

Finn went running back to his family. Thomas wrapped an arm around your shoulder, making you realize that you were shivering.

“Now,” Thomas said calmly, “you have two choices. Either you turn around and leave this beach, or you take another step forward and I make sure you, your friends and your whole family can never see the sun again.”

“Mate, come on! We were just having some fun,” the man said still smiling.

Somehow, that creeped you out even more and made you want to disappear from that man’s sight. You made yourself as small as possible against Thomas.

“Mate…” the man said now hesitating as Thomas’s face was still serious.

“Have you heard of the Peaky Blinders?” Thomas asked slowly.

But before you knew it, the men had turned away and were gone.

“You’re okay Y/N?” Thomas asked, looking down at you.

“Yeah… yeah I think I’m fine.”

“Let’s get back to the others,” he said.

“Y-yes.”

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly grasping your shirt sleeve.

The rest of the day went by quietly. Before you knew it, it was time to leave and go back to gloomy Birmingham.

“Can we get like ten more minutes?” Ada asked Thomas.

“No,” he answered simply.

“Five then,” she pleaded, “I promise, just five more minutes.”

“Fine,” Thomas finally agreed.

“Y/N, with me,” she ordered as she ran up the beach.

You were back by the boardwalk, but Ada made you turn away from the rainbow cabins this time. After just a few steps, you understood why she had brought you here. Ice cream.

“We’ll take two vanilla, two chocolate and one strawberry,” she said, “and it’s my treat,” she added before you could even say anything.

“Wha- well thanks,” you said slightly embarrassed.

As the vendor started handing the ice creams to her, she stuffed two in your hands.

“Yours and mine,” she said.

“Strawberry,” you said smiling, “you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” she said, “Now let’s go before they melt.

Giggling you made your way back down the hill. This truly had been the most amazing summer day.

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[amazingmaeve]

FINN SHELBY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

go and give a like to all these fics and while you’re don’t forget to give a nice comment about how GREAT they all are.

also go and give the author a follow and show all the love for writing these fics!

masterlist ➵ @randomoutsiders

behind the garrison, by the canal ➵ @peakywitch

forgiveness ➵ @peakyswritings

falling for you ➵ @champagneholland

bairn ➵ @collecting-stories

the bet ➵ @collecting-stories

incapable ➵ @virgosuperior

summary ➵ You and Finn had been dating in secret for 3 months, but all secrets have to come out eventually.

bloody kids ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ John and Esme's kids are wreaking havoc as usual, and (Y/N) steps in to help. However, it's her and Finn that end up being naughty.

not now, not tomorrow ➵ @murderadawrote

summary ➵ during Tommy and Grace’s wedding, Y/N and Finn inevitably think about their future.

the sun and his moon ➵ @artedimichelangelo

summary ➵ Morning! I have a FinnxAmericanReader request if you’d be willing to do it! Reader is a university student from US (but not New York) and is dating Finn but hasn’t met his family yet, then for some reason she has to go back to the US for 3 months so after she leaves he’s kinda bummed. His brothers notice and ask why and Bonnie says it’s cuz his American girlfriend left. But his brothers don’t believe she exists so they make fun of him for it, until she comes back early to surprise him❤️❤

bookstore girl ➵ @disasterofastory

summary ➵ Finn makes a fool out of himself and his brothers doesn’t help.

babies ➵ @michelle-is-writing

summary ➵ When Tommy asked Finn to stay late all this week, Finn originally thought it would only be for an hour or so. However, as it would turn out, Finn started coming home around eleven every night exhausted as Tommy would keep him and his brothers so busy. With me being the one to watch the Shelby children (including all of John’s little ones), I was just as exhausted when Finn got home.

try ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ The Shelby and Changretta family's decide to form a truce before anyone got hurt from the rivalry.

you and me ➵ @angelaiswriting

summary ➵ Tommy has been elected MP and during the celebrations in his honour, Finn and his girlfriend sneak out to have some alone time.

we’ve got work to do ii ➵ @bad268

summary ➵ Finn and the reader run away from Small Heath, but some family business brings them back. What will the family think?

a new life ➵ @pennylanefics

summary ➵ being pregnant with Finn’s child.

reading ➵ @skinnydippingsmile

summary ➵ Your teaching Finn how to read. But when it’s clear he has no motivation, you take things into your own hands, literally.

first and lasts ➵ @jaceyneedsabetterusername

summary ➵ You grew up with Finn Shelby but after moving and losing contact with him, you find yourself in a desperate position to survive. 

you’re mad ii ➵ @vintunnavaa

summary ➵ Finn Shelby won’t leave your back. What makes things worse is you don’t want him to. 

protection ➵ @collecting-stories

summary ➵ Can you do a Finn imagine where you get hurt because some blokes tried to rape you (after you left the garrison where Finn is) but you get away the next day you dint tell Finn or anyone what happened, Finn notices your different but says nothing then later when you have sex he see your bruises at your thighs and arms and demands to know what happened, then he goes after those blokes, he wins the fight but still got injured then he has to tell his family cause they see he is hurt , ur amazing xx

you really don’t know? ➵ @fallatyourfeet

summary ➵ (YN) has grown up with the Shelby’s, they are like family to her, so what happens when her father forbids her from seeing them anymore?

cup of tea ➵ @disasterofastory

summary ➵ Finn wants to woo you with a fancy dinner, but you wish for something else.

not my wife ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ (Y/N) and Finn have recently been engaged, and are already planning for the wedding. However, Finn thought he could easily balance his new position in the Shelby business alongside his stressing bride, but things become much more tense than imagined.

far away ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Hii i love your imagines and i wanted to request one in which the reader is has a crush on finn but she feels useless because she is a foreigner from spain and doesn't have any talent or family so she kind of runs away and tommy comforts her♡'

say it again ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ As Finn takes on more responsibility in the company, (Y/N) too must rise in the ranks of the Shelby women. She understands that her and Finn will have less time together, but asks him to say those special words as a sweet reassurance.

matchmaking ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ A match is made between Finn and Johnny Dogs' daughter. Although uncertain about becoming a husband at such a young age, Finn becomes his wife’s fiercest protector. 

trust issues ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N worries Finn’s family won’t trust her, but she gains it in an unexpected way.

Gypsys, Tramps, and Theives ➵ @beautifulmadnesss

summary ➵ Finn has a complicated relationship with the girl he has known his entire life. When she is also sent a black hand, it only gets more complicated.

a hard days work ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ Reader is a maid at Tommy's house and dating Finn.

angel ➵ @cilliansgirl

summary ➵ After Finn left (Y/N), she goes to another Peaky boy for comfort. But three months in, he gets a little too comfortable and her boys aren’t there to save her this time.

sex over whiskey ➵ @majesty31

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

are you listening ➵ @hb-writes

summary ➵ Set at some point after series 5. Finn is so used to being fed lies that he can’t even hear a bit of truth.

arranged ii iii ➵ @thosepeakyboysimagines

summary ➵ You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

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these fics ive found on the website ‘archive of our own’. so they will take you out of the app, and give them all the love you can give because they’re BEAUTIFUL.

also ill be putting the authors handles in here so you can show them all the love!

did the four winds blow him away ➵ orphan_account

blushing nun ➵ lawsofman

party girl ➵ fandoms_writings

summary ➵ You’re a party girl but when you meet Finn he tries to get you to see how bad it really is.

finns first ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ Prompts: 1: “I can tell you’re lying.”2: “You’re a terrible liar.” 3: “Everything is fine.” This is kind of a mix between a headcanon and a fic.

finns family ➵ twistedrunes

summary ➵ The continuation of Finn's Girl, following on from Finn's first. Finn hasn't seen his girl for a few days, but he isn't worried, she is busy preparing for exams. It's not until he runs into her sister in the market that he finds that finishing school is not the major life event she's concerned about.

seventeen ➵ sarasfics

summary ➵ Reader is a secretary at Shelby Company Ltd.

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[collecting-stories]

The Lakes - Finn Shelby

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

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

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✰ and I want you right here ✰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[toms-cherry-trees]

No One Left || Victoria Shelby

Summary: Even when the world is black and the ground threatens to crack underneath his feet, Tommy always has someone to count with, has he?

Word count: 2446

Warnings: police brutality typical of the era

Author’s note: This is what I call a writer’s clot. An idea I wasn’t sure about but it wouldn’t let the creativity flow until I got it out of my system. I don’t expect much attention since I’ve had Victoria abandoned for a whole year but hopefully she’ll become more of a regular. For timeline purposes, Vicky is 13 in this.

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Whenever Victoria closed her eyes, the flashbacks began. 

As per usual, they hadn’t allowed her into the meeting, not even permitting her to be in the premises of Tommy’s office while the entire family sat there discussing business. But as every sneaky child, she had her ways, and had figured shortly after moving into Arrow House that a vent in Tommy’s office connected with one inside the cupboard by the staircase, and with a little effort she could make out most of the words they spoke.

She didn’t expect to encounter a tragedy.

The banging against the double doors of Arrow House, the thumping of heavy boots against the polished wooden floors. Her family screaming at Tommy with such raw emotion, she could imagine the spit flying from the open mouths, veins popping and faces flustering from sheer, unfiltered rage, while he remained impassive to the storm in the unnerving way only he managed to do.

When the police bustled in, Tommy did not move a muscle. He chose to stay frozen in place, staring at the smooth surface of his desk while his family fought for their freedom. Victoria rushed towards the entrance, only to find bedlam in there.  She saw her sisters in law, one heavily pregnant and one with a newborn being manhandled towards the door, their screaming and slapping being useless against the coppers hauling them out. 

John tried to bite an officer’s hand out of useless spite, and in retaliation he was slammed so hard against the wall he went cross eyed for a moment. Arthur headbutted the one holding his arms back; the fearful cracking of the wooden baton against his rib cage resonated in the lounge; he would surely have a few broken bones to account for.

Polly could barely hold herself upright, being held against the wall by the neck of her shirt and forced to stand on the tips of her high heeled boots. Michael didn’t struggle, taking what was coming his way with the resignation and demure fear expected of her well educated cousin. Ada screamed bloody murder at the man holding her back, who threatened to arrest her as well if she didn’t calm down.

Finn and Isaiah had gone feral, kicking and biting in the same way they did when they were young children caught in mischief. Isaiah stomped on someone’s foot; the next moment his own head was pressed under a baton against a side table. Finn was handcuffed on the floor after making Moss believe he had a gun in his pocket and would shoot him.

Uncle Charlie and Curly went on peacefully, far too shocked to even protest, and reassured by the security that they had nothing against them to hold and they didn’t even know enough to be witness to anything. Victoria still tried to protect them, spitting at a copper as the only act of defence she could muster in her state of shock. The fist that collided with her gut knocked all the air out of her lungs and forced her to bend down. 

At the end they had all been hauled in the back of a police van, the black doors closing behind them feeling like a slam on their faces; as if they had hit the end of their road. Victoria tried to chase them through the driveway, but she hadn’t even made it to the iron gates when her legs gave out and she collapsed on the road, sharp pebbles digging into her skin.

In less than five minutes, her world had collapsed. 

~

Tic toc. Tic toc. The clock seemed to mock him. The bloody needles definitely moved faster when he wasn’t looking. For it was impossible that three days had already passed. Each day marked on the calendar meant one day closer to set them free. Or one day closer to see them hang. They all had yet to go to trial but it wouldn’t be long, and it wouldn’t be fair. There was not much to argue against anyway. They had all done it, after all. None of the accusations were false. But they were innocent, in a way. None of those crimes were committed for their own benefit. They did it to help Tommy and his boy.

It was all for him. 

It felt like five minutes, but 2 hours had gone by while Tommy stared blankly at the papers in his desk, crossing names on lists, dialling phone numbers and making sums on how many bribes he’d have to pay. He had the biggest card of the game tucked under his sleeve, but no players to play it with. Any official he could pay, any friend he could call, any favour he could trade was simply not high enough to reach the stars he needed to pull down for this feat.

Another five minutes passed by in his mind, but in reality another hour had disappeared in the blink of an eye. The clock definitely was taunting him, the wretched machine laughing in his face as it said you cannot beat me, nor can you stop me. Just like you couldn’t beat them.

In a moment of frustration, Tommy shot the antique clock until nothing remained but shattered glass and splintered wood. 

Once the smoke had dissipated, both from the barrel and from his brain, it felt like suddenly all energy had left his body. He leaned against his leather chair, rubbing his eyes until sparks of light danced on the edge of his vision. He felt a headache forming behind his left eye, the familiar throbbing matching in perfect sync with the beating of his heart. 

Tommy remained in that position, wallowing in his own misery until he heard a car pull up in his driveway. His whole body tensed, ears perking up, waiting with a held breath for any more unusual sounds. But nothing else happened, which was just as worrying. Tommy grabbed the gun from its holster and marched towards the foyer, ready to fill the intruder with lead first and ask questions later. His index was already hooked in the trigger when a sound startled him from the stair landing, almost making him shoot on accident. Victoria came down the stairs, dragging a battered suitcase with her, and Mary following on her heels, begging her to reconsider what she was doing.

She walked in such a haste she didn’t stop to even spare a glance at Tommy until he physically blocked her from the entrance with his broad frame. 

“Now where the hell do you think you’re going”

“I’m leaving”

“I can see that for myself. Where are you planning to move, eh?”

“I’m moving in with Esme”

“And whom did you ask for permission”

“No one. I don’t need permission. I am an orphan and the adults in charge of me are in jail”

Those words hurt more than Tommy cared to admit. It was true that after their father’s death the subject of the kids was left hanging in the air, but the brothers didn't worry because after all, their youngs were not so young anymore. Finn had turned 16 not long ago, and Victoria would soon be 14 and a proper young lady. They never had a father to begin with so nothing in their lives would be disrupted. But Tommy had never heard her refer to herself as an orphan, not even once, not even when she believed both her parents to be dead when she was a child. When asked about her parents, she just shrugged it off and said she had her aunt and brothers. But now she had lost them all. Or almost. 

“Mary, leave us alone please” The maid simply nodded and disappeared behind the service door

“Oh sorry almighty Lord, I didn’t meant to hurt your pride in front of the service”

“What the fuck is your problem now, eh? You used to be so well behaved and now…”

“And now what?” Victoria had dropped her suitcase and took a step forward, being face to face with her brother. Or as much face to face as she could, being considerably shorter than him still “And now I’ve decided to not be anymore the perfect little sister? You still have the nerve to ask what’s my problem? I have about a hundred of those now, and they all relate to you”. Her chest heaved dramatically with each phrase, and her hands trembled slightly at her sides. It took her a lot of courage to pronounce those words, which had been fluttering inside her head for a long time. But they held nothing but truth. Her life had peaked when the business soared, and then had steadily declined when the money abounded and so did the avarice. But none of them did it on their own free will. They all tethered on the edge of disaster led by one man. The one who swore to protect them all and claimed to want nothing but great things for the family. Easy is to seek greatness when you are the King and not the pawn. 

“Now now sweetie, I don’t think you mean that at all” He tried to pet her head, just like he did when she was just a little girl who asked too many questions. Great was his surprise when she smacked his hand away. She had never once hit him, not even throwing tantrums. 

“Stop being so condescending. I am not a toddler anymore, nor am I a fool. Don’t you think I know what’s going on? Even if you keep me away from everything, I know what happens in this family. I know I lost my family, maybe forever. They could go through the noose anyday. And I know it is all your fault, your and your ego’s. You finally found yourself a bigger dog, but it wasn’t you who got bitten. Consequences never reach you”

The only fault Tommy found in himself at the moment was not realising that even if Vicky was a darling, she was still a Shelby, and being cunning came with the genes. No secrets were safe from her. For the first time he came to notice his baby sister had grown, and she could no longer be treated like a child. But she couldn't be treated like an adult either, especially in the adult world her family lived in. She was not made for that type of life and could not handle that type of harshness. 

Yet he still decided to not be the bigger person and argue with her

“This is not all on me. They did everything on their own free will. I didn’t hold a gun to anyone’s head as far as I can recall” Now if he could believe those words himself, it would surely help him to sleep better at night. But he couldn’t afford the luxury of showing weakness. If he crumbled, the world would collapse. 

“Do you actually believe they would have turned their backs on you when Charlie’s life was on the line? They did this to protect your son because you couldn’t do so. Because your greed knows no limit and you got involved with people you couldn’t control” Victoria’s lip had begun to tremble, but she forced herself to be strong and swallow back the knot in her throat. The one lesson they had ingrained in her brain was to never show emotion. Emotion is weakness and weakness is defeat “Do you even realise the full impact of this debacle? Esme is alone with seven children including a newborn. Linda could give birth any day now. You left eight children potentially fatherless in a world where single mothers struggle to get by. Polly had found herself a man who loved her, and turned her back to him because of your paranoia. Michael has his whole life ahead of him”.  Tommy opened his mouth to defend himself, but his sister cut him off with a smack on the chest “Finn was basically left to fend for himself, because you never spared him more than a glance every once in a while unless he was useful to you. I bet you don’t even know where he lives now”

Tears had begun to trickle down her cheeks, getting lost in the curve of her neck, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. Tommy wanted to do so, but feared touching her would only make things worse. This woman in front of him held no resemblance to his sister. His sister had never stared at him with hatred in his eyes nor had she ever recoiled from his touch. This girl was not his sister. Or maybe he was no longer her brother. 

“Why do you always do this? Always getting into trouble over and over again. You didn’t learn your lesson with Sabini, nor with Campbell,  because some wicked twist of fate always saved your neck at the last second. It's like the universe sends you endless opportunities to humble yourself, and you only use them to inflate your ego. Is time to wake up Tommy, you are not God. Just a fake idol with wax wings who continuously flies too close to the sun. Beware of your fall, I just pray nobody crashes with you”

Victoria looked like she had something more to say; as if not all of her burden had been unloaded. But the honking of the car outside broke their moment. She picked her suitcase and marched past him, not even sparing her once favourite brother a second glaze as she climbed on the cab and left Arrow House, perhaps to never return.

Tommy stood for a long time in the foyer, right where Victoria had left him, hands in his pockets and heart in his throat. For the first time in a long time, tears welled up in his eyes, but was quick to brush them away. During the worst times of his life, when he couldn’t even face his own reflection on the mirror, he had counted with Vicky on his side. She had always stood by him, and would be the cheerful girl who would tell him to keep positive and that everything would be solved and things would get better someday. She was the ray of sunshine of this family. But now her spark had become muddied and dull until her light faded into darkness, merging with the shadows of the dark world her family lived in. And this time, Tommy had only himself to blame. He had broken her rose tinted lens and stepped on the shards.

And now, he had no one left. 

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Mrs.Francesca Shelby

This is for @zablife 2k celebration. I based it off of the Hozier song Francesca. Hope you all enjoy. It's also great for spooky season. A little ghost haunting.

One shot. Thomas Shelby peaky blinders fandom

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

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Francesca Shelby stared down at Gina. The supernatural apparition took pleasure in Gina pain as she bled out on the stone walk way. Just below the balcony Gina fell from. She constantly felt the former Mrs Shelby eyes on her. That damned portrait . Telling her she didn't belong in this house. Didn't belong near her children. The evil bitch wouldn't leave her alone. She wouldn't even grant her a peaceful death.

Gina Nelson hated being married to Thomas Shelby. It was an arranged marriage by her uncle Jack. A bloody street war would have crippled her family and their hold in Boston. So she was offered up on a silver platter. Jack had a sister who would have been better suited but Gina had been going through a wild phase and was nearing thirty so it was decided for her. At first she was presented with Michael the cousin but his controlling mother pulled some magic trick with tea leaves and ran her out of Michael's home.

Then there was Finn. A foolish boy who was five years her junior. He was easy to manipulate. She fooled around with him a couple times and nearly got a proposal until some dumb girl named Billie showed up on his doorstep with a five month baby bump. Her uncle Jack nearly knocked Finns teeth out for the transgression that happened months before she stepped foot onto British soil. The next available Shelby male was Tommy oldest son Charlie but sadly he was too young. Only sixteen. The last man standing was Tommy. At least he was handsome and rich.

He charmed her some in the beginning of their short courtship. If you could call it that. Four dinners, two lunches, A tour of Birmingham, and a night at the opera . Where he proposed. She didn't understand what the story was. Something about lovers who were murdered by the woman husband and sent to a circle in hell. The lovers tried to find their way back to each other.

It was a tragic morbid story. Ripped away from your true love and suffering the ultimate punishment. Fighting your way through hell to be reunited. The emotions emitted from the stage got to Gina and Tommy she noticed. The small tear falling from the corner of his eye that she wanted to wipe away. A small ounce of hope bloomed strangely. She could reach him. As charming as he had been she didn't see his infamous steel mask fall once . Now there was a bit of emotion she could work with. She could get her way in the marriage.

As they were leaving the building he stopped her in the lobby. In front of hundreds of people. He gave her a great speech. She almost believed in his promise of devotion. The crowd whispered and few gasped were heard when he got down on bended knee. A gorgeous diamond was laid upon her finger. She said yes. Of course she it. She had rehearsed her reaction in the mirror several times. Coy shocked smile with a small hint of eye watering. Strangers of high society surrounding them, applauding.

Her wedding reception was a disaster. Gina would admit it was partially her fault. The majority was Tommy, his wretched Aunt Polly and those brats. All of their nasty behavior leading up to the wedding made her drink heavily at the reception. What sent her over the edge was that stupid Opera. It was his dead wife favorite. Polly made sure to dig that knife in her back soon as Tommy left Gina side. Polly told her of Tommy and his first wife getting married in London and sneaking into the Opera house when they were eighteen . The bastard tainted her proposal.

She doesn't remember much what happened after. She drank anything that was within sight. Sorted a few powdery substances and crashed into Charlie. Sent them both flying to the ground. Tommy had remained indifferent all day until his precious child was harm. Hell broke loose at that point. Tommy yelling in a different language, Uncle Jack berating her, that stupid kid staring at her through the door way. That was also her first encounter with the ghost of Arrow House. Mrs Francesca Shelby. Gina saw a woman with dark hair standing behind Charlie. Ada maybe? Her eye site was blurry and her head was starting to pound. A chill went down her spine, A whisper she heard.

"He's mine."

Then the woman was gone. She brushed it off because of her intoxication.

A month later she saw the ghost again. Giggling came from the forbidden bedroom. It was always locked. Only opened once a week to be cleaned by Mary the head maid. No one was to enter or they would face the wrath of Tommy Shelby. A few times late at night after visiting Tommy's bed she heard movement. Just her imagination is what Gina told herself. She didn't believe in all that magic and spirit crap the Shelby do.

"I wish papa could see you. He misses you so much."

Isabella, Tommy daughter, sat at her mother vanity brushing her doll hair. The little girl didn't talk much around Gina. An odd little thing. Now she seemed to be talking to thin air. Gina watched her through the door way hiding herself by the wall.

"I want to tell him but I might scare him. Aunt Polly would understand."

The girl looked up into the mirror and that's when Gina saw it. The dark haired woman. The one from the wedding and that god awful portrait. She was mimicking the girl movements with the doll. Gina was terrified. How was this possible. Ghosts aren't real.

"Leave my daughter alone."

Francesca locked on to Gina with palpable rage. Her eyes turned black then that Romani spilled from her lips. A curse it felt like. She was knocked into the wall and Mrs. Shelby was gone.

"I wanted to see mama. You know she lives in here."

Isabella cried in her father's arms. He scooped her up consoling his little girl. He handed her off the Mary . Gina hadn't realized the maid was next to her. She was too stunned.

"Don't you dare come near this room again. Understand?"

Tommy hot breathe fanned her face. Rage radiated off of him.

"Uh huh."

Was all Gina could get out. He pushed her out in the hall way and locked the door. Tommy jabbed his finger in her face.

"Never again."

He left her alone in the hall. What felt like hours was just a few moments of stand there is silence. A cough broke her out of the daze.

" My mother death broke him. He wasn't always so cold."

Charlie told her in sympathy, Having watched the small altercation. He never liked Gina. She was selfish, mean, and loved to spend money. She didn't make a big effort to get to know him and his siblings but in this moment he didn't believe she deserved that kind of treatment. His father was a very emotionally complicated man. His mom was the one who brought him out of his shell. She stopped the shovels and glued his heart back together. Tommy told Charlie once when he was younger. Francesca was the other half of Tommy soul.

After that night Gina became more paranoid. The noises got louder any time she passed the room. She could feel Francesca portrait eyes move and follow her as she climbed the grand stair case. Whispers in her ears when she was alone. Tommy wasn't helping her concerns when she voiced them.

"You should leave take a holiday. Visit your family back in America."

That's all he would say to her before leaving the house. She would see him sitting at the pond with a fire going. Small flashes of him hugging her. He was conjuring her up. That's why she was being tormented for months. This was his fault. She needed to put a stop to it. So she did or at least tried with gasoline.

Gina rummaged through the garage looking for the flammable chemical. Once she got her hands on the can she laughed. A mad laughter. Her sanity was being ripped apart at the seams. Angry whispers turned into screams as she got closer to the house. Her next stop was the kitchen. A sharp knife to pick a lock and matches. She pushed past several staff. Isabella crying in the background. Once she made it to the door she began to pick the lock. Violently, to the point of cutting her hand every time the blade slipped. Blood dripped to the floor but Gina didn't care.

The door popped open. Another unhinged laugh escaped her deranged smile. She stilled herself once she was in the middle of the bedroom. A beautiful bed with light golden silk sheets sat before her. She didn't get a full look the last time she was there. This should have been her room. Befitting of her status . Mrs Shelby. A large closet still filled with the finest clothing money could by. Multiple dressers with jewelry on top. French perfumes and makeup scattered across the vanity. The belongings barely touched.Jealousy coursed through her veins. This should be hers all hers. Not a shrine to the dead wife. As Gina set the matches and gas can down there was a noise in the bathroom.

Another room that made her angry. Luxurious claw foot tub ,marble sink , A built in shower.

"FUCK!"

A drinking glass fell on the ground shattering and scaring Gina. Cupboard doors flew open one by one. Laughter was in the air and it wasn't coming from her. She backed up to the sink when silence stilled the room.

"Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you."

Gina shouted. She felt a chilling breeze on her back. A slight cracking noise could be heard. When she turned around the blood drained from her face. The mirror was cracked and Francesca glared back. Her distorted face ready to kill Gina.

"This is my home. My family. GET OUT!!"

The mirror exploded and blew back onto Gina. Shards embedded in her skin. She tripped trying to escape slipping on her own blood. Screaming for help. She tried to open the bedroom door but someone locked it. She banged and banged. No one seemed to hear her. A fierce tug on her hair sent to to the ground. The ghost was on top of her strangling her.

"Please st. Sto op. Plea." Gina tried to plead struggling to get her words out.

"Nothing will separate us. Not you. Not death. Not even the heavens or hell. Tommy will always be mine." Francesca screamed out in anguish. Gina fought scraping at the hands around her throat. Suddenly the pressure was gone and Gina could breathe. She was writhing on the floor as air filled her lungs. She felt pain all over body and she tried to rise to her knees. The balcony doors opened with a slam as Gina crawled to the exit.

Gina face hit the hardwood as her leg was grabbed. She kicked and kicked. The ghostly hands had a deadly grip, dragging Gina towards the balcony. She dug her fingers in the floor scratch marks following. Screaming her throat raw.

"Stop it Please. I beg you please."

Snot and tears covered her face. She felt the cold stone on her flesh. Stars filled the sky. It was oddly peaceful. She was picked up. Her hair entangled in Francesca fingers.

"You cursed yourself on your wedding day. I warned you. He is mine."

Gina floated in slow motion. A dream like feeling before excruciating pain entered her body. Blood filled her throat. Choking her. She couldn't move. She was frozen and losing consciousness. Shouts for help could be heard in the distance. The evil ghost looked down on her with a wicked smile. Another dark figure passed through her. Tommy. Francesca holding Tommy . Caressing in a lovers embrace.

"I still love you in death. Nothing can separate us."

As Gina bled to death , Tommy continued holding his wife. His other half. His true love. She should have know nothing good could come from a marriage to a man who was able to conjure up his dead wife.

"I will crawl my way out of hell for you. My beloved Francesca."

That was the last thing Gina heard before her eyes closed forever. Much to Tommy and Francesca pleasure.

#thomas shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #haunting #Gina Nelson #original female character #hozier #francesca #death #zablife 2k celebration #Gina Shelby #supernatural #aunt polly #finn shelby #michael gray #charlie shelby #jack Nelson #Spotify #tommy shelby #tommy shelby one shot

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Just created a new story on wattpad. very short considered a oneshot if you will.

#thomas shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby #ada shelby #polly grey #john shelby #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby one shot #finn shelby #eveline thompson #peaky fookin blinders #cillian murphy #1920s #war #nurse #soldier

[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Prologue

Tommy Shelby x reader (Mini series)

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

A/N welcome to this little new adventure! This story started as an idea @lyarr24 shared a while ago and I just stared at it for a few minutes until the ideas started “appearing” in my mind. This particular part turned somehow into a comedy show on its own 😂🤭 it was fun and light to write, but it’s going to get angsty… thank you for sharing your unique ideas as usual! It took me some time but I’m always into giving each story it’s own time. And of course @justrainandcoffee thank you for creating this beautiful moodboard for this story! You totally nailed it!

Word count: 2,196

Arriving at the Garrison, Y/N headed straight towards the private booth where the Shelby’s were reunited.

“You should’ve seen the look in Polly’s eyes when she found out we were buying the stallion.” John cracked and threw his head back with a loud laugh.

Arthur winked at Y/N and decided to mess with his brother.

“Erm John boy.” He cleared his throat, just as Tommy gave Y/N a smirk, they were both sitting facing the door unlike John who had his back at it.

Tommy used the chance to kick his youngest brother in the shin, as a warning.

“So you think it’s fucking hilarious John Michael Shelby.” Y/N imitated Polly’s voice and mannerisms perfectly.

John’s face paled as the smile left his face and he straightened his back.

Arthur snorted and then started laughing uncontrollably as John turned around to find Y/N standing by the door.

“Shit! Y/N you scared the fuck out of me.”

“Get in here sweetheart.” Arthur called for her, making room next to him. “That was brilliant, you’ve got a talent.”

“You sound just like her.” Ada praised, leaning over the table to kiss her cheek.

“You’re late.” Tommy offered her a glass of whiskey.

Taking a sip, she nodded. “The lady I work for had a terrible day, didn’t want me to leave.” She replied titling her head to the side because Arthur was right in the middle, sandwiched between her and Tommy.

“And how did it go?” He asked over the laughs of his siblings.

“My feet are killing me, I had to walk all the way back… but I really needed a drink tonight.

“Why? Scott didn’t pick you up?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

Against his best judgment, he agreed to give Y/N’s boyfriend a place among the peaky men. He didn’t like or trusted him but he was doing it for Y/N and the friendship they’ve always had. Over time, he even gave Scott a car under the condition to drop and pick up Y/N from her work every day.

“We had an argument this morning, he got pissed and I asked him to not.” She lied.

She knew how protective Tommy could get, specially around Scott. They were already past the phase where Tommy would’ve to intervene and put her boyfriend in his place, then Scott would come for her arguing that she let that gangster say and do whatever he pleased.

But Tommy knew Y/N better than that, and this wasn’t the first time she lied to cover for her boyfriend’s attitude.

“What’s so funny?” Polly demanded to know as she joined them in the booth. Staring at Arthur and John’s faces she knew, so she shot Y/N a long look. “You’re imitating me again?!”

The Shelby brothers tried to hide their amusement but all of them failed.

“We wanted to mess up with John, Pol. Sorry.” Y/N looked down embarrassed for being caught.

Polly smiled down at her, it was impossible to stay angry with someone as Y/N.

“Well I hope it was a good one.” The smile grew bigger.

Ada laughed and stood for her aunt to take her place. “You should’ve seen John’s face, he went pale.” Waving at them, she left.

“Hey you need to talk to Finn, he’s getting out of hand these days” Polly warned her nephews. “I asked him to deliver a few letters and he had the audacity to answer he wasn’t a mail boy anymore.”

Tommy shook his head and after a long puff to his cigarette, he answered; “I’ll talk to him.”

Y/N’s chuckle made him look at her. “What? Are you really going to lecture the poor boy? Tom, if I remember correctly, you answered your father something similar back in the day but worse and that caused your first fight.”

Tommy shuddered at the memory. He was so done with his father demanding favors from him and his brother Arthur, so one day he told him he was done with his bullshit and Arthur Sr answered with a curse, threw a glass against the wall and pushed him, Tommy pushed him back. Luckily Arthur Jr and Y/N were close and could intervene to stop them from getting any further.

That night, Y/N stayed with him outside until Tommy had calmed, then she asked her parents, who were neighbors to the Shelby’s if he could sleep on the couch. Y/N’s mother made him some tea and offered him the comfort he wasn’t able to find next door.

They started as neighbors, then Tommy and Y/N became friends until Tommy trusted her blindly. After the war she was the only one who could understand him.

Tommy took a swing of his drink. “You’re not going to tell him that, are you? I’ve a reputation to keep.” He finally added.

“Leave him Pol, the poor boy is probably frustrated because he haven’t had a woman yet.” Arthur chuckled at his own joke.

“Hey,” Y/N called everyone in the room, “leave Finn out, you’re nothing but a bad influence.”

John shook his head and raised his hands as if saying he wasn’t part of it.

“Oh please Mr.-I-want-to-marry-Lizzie-Stark, really?” Y/N raised her eyebrow at him.

“Tommy! Why the hell did you tell her?!” John exploded against his brother, who was already laughing out loud, head thrown back.

Polly had to look twice at her nephew, his guard was down he seemed to be relaxed for once. Since the war he had changed a lot, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“And besides, I corrected my path, married to Esme didn’t I?” John mumbled chewing on his toothpick.

Y/N nodded, deciding to leave that conversation, it’s was funny to tease John. “I better go now, it’s getting late.”

Tommy was on his feet the second she announced her plans.

“C’mon I’ll drive you.” Tommy offered his best friend.

Giving Polly a hug, she waved at the Shelby brothers goodbye.

After driving for a while, Y/N noticed Tommy took another route.

“Before you ask me,” Tommy spoke softly, “I’m going to show you something.”

She opened and closed her mouth. “You’re so mysterious.”

Tilting his head, Tommy clicked his tongue. “When you see it, you’ll understand.”

“Is it the new horse?” Y/N asked impatiently.

Tommy shook his head and passed her the cigarettes and matches to light it. “Why don’t you tell me what happened with Scott?”

“Something really stupid, he got pissed over nothing.”

“Really? Tell me something I don’t know already.”

Y/N sighed and took her time to exhale the smoke out of the window. “He asked me to ask you for some money, when I told him that he still owed you from the last time he got furious at me.”

“But you gave me the money for that loan.” Tommy’s eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“I did, but it wasn’t his money.” Y/N explained embarrassed after confessing Tommy the truth.

It was now time for Tommy for sigh. Eyes focused on the road, he didn’t want to be a pain and say I told you, Y/N was the only person he could trust and he wanted her to trust him the same way.

“Look this happens all the time, your Mum used to pay your dad’s bills behind his back, I just couldn’t take another one yet, he’s trying to find a better job and I think he’s going to propose soon.”

Tommy’s breath got caught up in his throat, he was trying to process the possibilities.

“So… is he the one?” He finally asked.

“Well he’s my boyfriend.” Y/N rushed to answer. “I just don’t know if he will let me keep working for Lady Winchester.”

“If you need a job, you know there’s always a spot for you at the Shelby Company Limited.” Tommy took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it outside the vehicle.

“Maybe I’ll need it later. Thank you.” Y/N felt more than grateful to have someone like Tommy around, he had always been there for her and her siblings specially after his business took off and he started to earn more money than anyone around. In her eyes, that didn’t make him change, if anything he became more generous.

But Scott on the other hand, was tender and good to her, he was fun to be around, always brought flowers to her. He wanted to have his own business one day, unfortunately life had been hard and it was taking him longer to make it.

Taking a turn, Tommy stopped in front of a huge gate, the property guarded by the gate wasn’t a house, it was a freaking mansion!

And her best friend was opening the gate as if he owned the property.

“Wha-what are you doing?” Y/N asked looking out the window.

“Drive over here!” Encouraged Tommy with a huge smile.

Her heart started beating faster, he showed her how to drive and even let her do it when she wasn’t allowed to. But this was wrong, it felt like they were trespassing, she could feel her heart pounding as Tommy shouted for her to hurry up.

Following his instructions, Y/N parked the car next to the fountain.

“I wanted you to see this first…” His smile couldn’t get any bigger as he opened his arms wide and looked around proudly. “I bought this place.”

Her jaw dropped, she was lost for words.

“What do you think? I’ll build a place for the horses in the back.” Tommy explained, eyes shining.

“Woah… I don’t know what to say Tom.” A hand covered her mouth, still shocked to form anything coherent. This house looked bigger than Lady Winchester’s and that was a bloody mansion too! “You always said you’d get yourself a decent place and a big house, and look at how far you’ve come!” She felt genuinely happy for him, Tommy had always worked so hard, always found a way to help his people and those around him. If anyone deserved this, it was him.

“I’ll even have my fucking office here, and there’s a grand salon for parties.” He explained as he waited for her to step inside.

“Parties?!” She laughed nervously.

“A ball dance and shit.” He took a look around.

“You’ll need loads of furniture to fill this place.”

Tommy chuckled. This was unthinkable a few months ago, now it was a reality, he’d had the big place he dreamed of when he was a kid.

“You got a fireplace! In the tea room!”

He followed Y/N’s voice, she was now standing in the middle of the dining room.

“This looks like it belongs to a Lord.”

“You can call me Lord Shelby then.” He winked at her and they both laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.

“Downstairs it’s the wine cellar.” He added hiding his hands inside the pockets of his pants. “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding me?” She nodded. “This is a dream! I’m so happy for you!” Y/N then went to give him a hug.

A bold movement for the rest of the world, but to her it was just natural, they’ve been friends since forever. She was the one comforting him when his mother passed away, the one to help him hold it together after the war.

“You’ll love the kitchen, it’s huge but they’re doing some renovations already, I’ll show you once it’s done.”

“Looks like I’ll need to make an appointment from now on.” Y/N teased him.

Tommy shook his head with a shy smile. “Of course not, specially not you.”

She knew he was busier now days that the Peaky Blinders owned the races and licenses. It was just a matter of time before he found a woman and got married, then this house would be filled with kids. Or perhaps he already had someone therefore the plans to get the big house.

Once the realization hit her, she pretended to look towards the window. A sudden lump installed in her throat and something indescribable pressed her heart.

“Should we go? It’s going to be dark soon.” Y/N asked, looking him in the eyes for a mere second.

Time flew on their way back and soon Tommy stopped his car in front of Y/N’s door.

Even before he could say goodnight, an angry voice called for her.

“I’ve been waiting hours for you, Y/N nobody knew where the heck did you go.”

“Slow down mate, that’s no way to treat her.” Tommy intervened, holding Scott’s death stare.

“Stay the fuck out of this.” Scott raised his voice.

Tommy felt his blood boiling, one stride and he’d finish the prick, but before he could move, a pair of soft hands stopped him.

“Tommy please, let me handle this.” She pleaded.

His jaw clenched as he saw the smirk of satisfaction Scott gave him. The bastard had Y/N charmed and there was nothing he could do about it.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Dear K, you've been spoiling us haven't you? First with all your incredible worlds you've been sharing the last days and now this celebrations - congratulations 🎉🎉 I hope the joy of writing never leaves you! I would like to request

9. "Forget I ever said that" with Tommy with a sprinkle of tone-surprise on top

I hope you have fun and can't wait to see what you come up with! Xx

Val!! Thank SO much for your incredibly kind words!! You’ve been such a big supporter and dear friend of mine! I added some surprise into this, but I’m not sure if it’s how you wanted. A post I’d seen on here about this possibility came into mind and I decided to write it out. I hope you like it. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k celebration — find other stories here!

Good With Horses

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: drinking, smoking, language, brief mention of drug dealing

Word Count: 903

Summary: Tommy lets a secret slip while he and (Y/N) have a chat about his youngest brother.

“I bet Pol’s spoke to ya,” Tommy started as he entered the front sitting room, where (Y/N) was relaxing on one of the couches.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed at his statement, and she watched him as he walked to where the decanters are shelved so that he could grab one and a glass to bring over to where she was sitting. She doesn’t say anything, just watches as he pours himself a glass of whiskey so that he can immediately tip it back. The huffed groan that left his lips after he set the glass down tells her he’s had a long day.

“About what?” she decides to ask him, her brows still furrowed.

Tommy takes a moment to go about lighting himself a cigarette, and he doesn’t speak until after he’d taken a deep drag. “What Finn’s been up to,” he answered, sitting back against the chair as he finally looked at to her.

“She didn’t say anything to me about that,” (Y/N) shook her head, a bit of confusion present on her face now.

A scoff leaves Tommy’s lips and he shakes his head before voicing his thoughts: “she just about ripped my ear off with it earlier.” Rolling his eyes up to the ceiling before he took another drag from the cigarette.

“What’s he done?” she questioned, wanting to know what was going on.

“He’s been off dealing snow. She said that Moss saw him out with some of the junior Blinders.”

“The Blinders you’ve told him he needs to be a part of?” she raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah, but I haven’t told him that he needs to be out dealing with them,” he clarified, his eyebrows raised as he let his frustration seep through. “He doesn’t need to be dealing…he isn’t one of the fucking foot soldiers.”

“I don’t know what to say, Tommy…”

“I need to find something else for him to do,” he sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge his nose in hopes to alleviate some of the pressure he was feeling. “I can’t have Pol constantly breathin’ down my neck about it.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line as she began thinking of some possibilities that could work for Finn, since it seemed like that was the direction this conversation was heading.

“He can work at the tracks,” she proposed an idea.

“No,” he immediately shot it down.

“Why not?”

“Can’t have him around that side of things. Pol wants him to stay in Birmingham,” he gave the reason.

“He’s just barely sixteen, Tom…what sides of this business should he be able to work around? Maybe it’s not the place for him.”

“He’s gotta stay doing something,” he shot down her idea of having him step away completely. “Needs to be put to work,” he mumbled then, sitting up to rest his elbows on his thighs as he hung his head.

Silence settled around them for a few moments, both being consumed by their thoughts. (Y/N) was the one to speak first: “what if you put him at the yard with Uncle Charlie and Curly?” she suggested, her statement making Tommy look up again. The look of intrigue that flashed in his eyes made her continue. “He could help them with deliveries and also with the horses they have there,” she gave more of an explanation.

“He’ll stick with the horses…I won’t have him messing with the deliveries,” Tommy added his own thoughts to her idea. (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement.

“He’s good with horses, isn’t he?” she asked the question - that should have preceded her suggestion - after wracking her brain and trying to think of any memories that she had of Finn on a horse.

“He’s a Shelby…course he’s good with horses,” he answered, an undertone of pride present in his voice. “He’s a better rider than any of us I think,” he mused after a few moments passed.

(Y/N) couldn’t stop her lips from twisting up into a smile as she heard her husband’s statement. Never did she think that he’d admit the fact that someone in his family could be a better horseman than he was. She was certainly surprised by the admission.

“Hey…” Tommy started, the sound of his voice making (Y/N) look at him again. He took the cigarette out from between his lips and gestured it towards her, his index finger pointing in her direction; his eyebrows raised. “Forget I ever said that,” he insisted, his eyes locked onto hers.

(Y/N) pursed her lips together in hopes that her smile wouldn’t grow any larger, but she was betrayed. A giggle bubbled up passed her lips as she looked down at her lap, hoping that her look of surprise would disappear.

“Eh?” he checked with her when she didn’t respond right away.

She tried to put on as straight a face as possible as she looked up at him again. “I will,” she agreed with a nod.

Tommy nodded in response to her, relaxing back into the chair again. “He’ll work with the horses then,” he settled the matter, his eyes shutting for the first time that day.

The grin reappeared on (Y/N)’s face as she looked over at her relaxing husband. She’d most definitely be telling Polly, Esme, and Ada what he’d just admitted the next time the ladies got together.

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Ring Around the Roses

(Alfie Solomons x female reader)

Summary: Attempting to get away from the Shelby party chaos, Alfie and his wife sneak off into Tommy's garden for a little fun. It isn't until the next morning they discover the consequences of their actions and Alfie has to remind his wife what their marriage is really about.

A/N-Hi Y'all! Possible TW's for only the end of this include Mentions of death, Unhealthy coping habits and self blame! Also this is for K's (@runnning-outof-time) 3K celebration! Congratulations you're amazing and I love seeing you on here❤️❤️❤️ I hope you like this! I haven't done a celebration before really but I saw your theme and the idea spring into my head. Despite the warnings it's mostly fluffy until the time skip! Also there's one part that implies smut but none actually written! Enjoy ❤️

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"Are you sure we can do this out here?"

"Do what dovey? I'm just taking a nice little stroll with my darling wife aren't I? Letting her get a quiet break from all those heathens inside."

You scoffed, knocking into your husband's side gently as the pair of you walked through the garden. For a man who seemed particularly fond of dark colours, Thomas Shelby's garden was particularly vibrant. 

"Oh hush, you only call them heathens because you're too scared to use the word friend."

"FRIEND!" Alfie scoffed while kicking at a particularly beautifully tulip that just happened to be nearby, just to prove his point. "No no no Dovey, THEY are not my friends, yeah. If I were to pick anyone to be my friend it certainly would not be ANY of them." 

You only rolled your eyes and shot a knowing smirk in his direction. For all your husband's spite and trickery, you knew he really did have a soft spot for the Shelby family.

"Alright love, I believe ya. That's absolutely why you immediately declined the invitation to come here tonight isn't it. Burned it in the fireplace correct? Told me not to put it in the calendar? Because you don't have plans at being anything other than vicious enemies is that right? The pie I brought tonight was a death threat wasn't it? Did you slip in some arsenic into the powdered sugar?"

Rolling his eyes at your teasing, Alfie couldn't help but smile as he watched you laugh at your own joke. Continuing your path through the garden you mindlessly reached back a hand for your husband a few steps behind. A clear indication of what you wanted. What you always wanted. Slipping his hand between yours, he let you drag him through the bushes, further from the party. With each step he could see you relax a bit more, as you enjoyed the scene around you.

"Is it quieter out here Dovey?"

Smiling softly, you only nodded your head before reaching out gently to touch the leaves of a nearby bush. Though the party was fun, it had gotten a bit loud and in the growing chaos you needed some air. So while Tommy and Polly were distracted trying to convince Arthur and Finn not to throw Michael in the lake, you and your husband had slipped outside. 

"Alfie, we should plant a garden of our own I think."

"Is that right Dovey? Does my lady want some bushes of her own to trim doesn't she?"

"I think we could get some nice rose bushes. I've always loved those."

"Roses, is that it? You got a feeling about those prickly little parasites don't ya Dovey? I never got why you liked them."

Chuckling you sat on the edge of a nearby wall as your husband dug his feet in the ground. You knew exactly why Alfred hated roses, and it still amused you to this day. 

It happened years ago, around the time you'd first gotten together. This was before Alfie was even able to grow a beard, and all his kisses resulted in a scratchy scruff that prickled your face. Way back when boxing was still his main pastime instead of "baking", both kinds actually and these days your husband finally knew how to make a decent muffin. In an effort to be romantic, he'd shown up at your work one day with a nice bouquet of roses. They were lovely flowers and you were immensely elated by the gesture, and especially amused since he'd bought the flowers from that very shop only the day before too.... However it was a shame you never got the chance to put them in water. See, somewhere between the ten steps it took to get from the door to your table, he had tripped and fallen flat on the ground. Don't worry, his face hadn't hit the hard ground, it was cushioned....by the thorny roses. Maybe it was a good thing the thorns had left so many bloody scratches. It meant you weren't able to tell his face had turned as red as the roses petals now surrounding him. Instead of the romantic date he wanted to take you on, the evening was spent with you dapping the cuts on his face with a damp cloth while he started at the wall, contemplating every life choice he'd ever made. That was the night Alfred Solomons decided he'd never trust a rose ever again. Not even the ones his darling wife sought to plant in her gardens.

"Alfie, come on! Roses aren't that bad, just because you had a little slip up years ago doesn't mean they all hate you."

Standing by up again, you held out your arms towards Alfie as music began to reach the garden. Shaking his head lightly, he set down his cane and took your arms, fully confident you'd be there to support him if his hip got too bad. You and Alfie had yet to dance tonight, caught up talking with others (which was really just your doing) and pointing out everyone who'd gotten too drunk and was trying piss in the plants. It wasn't something either of your minded to badly, the large crowds of people tended to make you feel a bit nervous and Alfie occasionally had a hard time keeping rhythm because of his hip. So most of your dancing was done in the back corners of the ballroom or privately in your kitchen, waiting for the midnight snacks to be done. 

However tonight, it seems you'd be dancing in Thomas Shelby's garden. Slowly but happily, you waltzed closely with your husband, stepping around the fountain and laughing as he stopped to twirl you ever few seconds. Other than the music from the house and the gentle crunches  of your shoes beneath the gravel path, the world was silent. When the song ended your husband gave you a gentle kiss and stepped back, though he was still holding you in his arms. Looking up above yourselves, you saw the constellations fitting the night sky.

"Ohh Alfie! Look at them! Aren't they beautiful?"

Beaming, you grinned up at the stars twinkling down on you before moving from your husband to a smaller empty plot of ground. You suspected that something was to be planted there soon, but paid no mind to the grime that would get on your skirt as you settled down to sit in the dirt. It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible. 

"What are ya doing now Dovey? Is this the thing you said we shouldn't be doing?" Alfie teased you from where he was still standing.

"I just wanna sit and watch the stars for a bit. Come," remaining seated you patted the spot next to you, "Join me."

Alfie walked over to the spot but when he got there, he only raised an eyebrow at you and tapped his hip with the cane. You stared for a moment and then it clicked. Laughing slightly at your forgetfulness, you stood up, bowing dramatically, and held out your arm. 

"Right right, I forget you have the hip of an overworked, ninety seven year old parlor dancer. Shall I assist you to the ground my dear sir?"

Alfie only grumbled, but his eyes twinkled as you teased him. If anyone else had made the comment they'd have been dead before they blinked, but you were different. Alfred Solomons was capable of many things, but some nights when his hip got bad, he needed help moving around more, especially if it meant going from standing to sitting on the ground. You were happy to help of course, but being married for over a decade didn't mean the pair of you were above lightly poking fun of the other. Only two years ago, you had accidentally scratched part of your eye and needed to wear an eyepatch for five weeks. The first thing Alfie had done when you walked out of the examination room and asked if he could get food for dinner, was reply with "does patchy wanted a cracker" in reference to the one eyed parrot you'd seen in a film the month before. It was just something you'd always done together even before you started dating. A dark humor you both shared, as if joking about the hurt could make it better. 

Holding his other arm, you gently helped your husband lower himself to the ground, squeezing his hand comfortingly when he let out a small groan. After helping your husband take a seat, you settled into your own again, leaning your head on his shoulder as you looked to the heavens. 

"You aren't really gonna plant roses are ya Love? What if something happens to them?"

"Like what? You assault them with your face again?"

"....Maybe? But like why do you really enjoy them? I still don't see the charm."

Sighing, you shifted your gaze and looked your husband in the eyes.  One of your hands moved up to his face, as you gently caresses the one spot on his face that refused to grow hair like the rest of his beard. You knew it was another old war wound, but this was actually one he had yet to tell you the story of. Gazing into his eyes a few moments more, you then changed positions so you were seated across his lap, one leg in either side of his.

"Why do I love roses?....Their petals are as soft as their thorns are sharp and given the right hand, their climb up any wall in their path. Not only that but their petals can have many uses for food or paint or even my blush. That means they are able to change their usefulness based off their situation at hand. They are able to adapt, nor are the helpless. Some people say the point of the thorns is to choke out anything else threatening to take the roses' livelihood." you gently held your husbands face between your hands as you continued, "I like roses because they remind me of you Alfie. Because they are beautiful, and strong, and dangerous. You are a gorgeous and strong man, and I know how badly you try to protect me every day. You are so kind to me, but I know how far you'll go for me. I would go just as far for you. You are my rose Alfred Solomons and so I love them as all they remind me of you."

Alfie was quiet for a moment, observing what you'd said. His hands sat on your waist, thumbs rubbing gently in your sides. 

"You saying I'm like a fucking flower Dovey, is that it?"

"Yeah, you're my flower though."

"....Alright."

"....You know why else you're like a rose love?"

"Why poppet?"

"Because it can be a pain in the ass to keep you alive sometimes."

Alfie only put his hand to his chest in mock offense, while your grinned up at him mischievously.

"Oi, now you better watch your words there Dovey."

"Make me Rosie," you whispered, grinning as your leaned closer to your husbands face, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Gently Alfie leaned back, taking you with him until his back was on the ground. Hands, still on his face, you could feel the smile on his face. Slowly one of his hands moved to your head bringing you down so he could kiss you again. Sweet at first but it quickly increased in passion and vigor. Though eventually you had to pull back for breath, and it was then you realized his hands had already rearranged your skirts in a way overnight you both.

"Alfred? I know we can't do this out here?"

Your husband only laughed, reaching towards his belt as he pulled you close again.

"Slide down a bit farther and I think you'll see we definitely can Dovey. It's only a matter of being quiet enough to evade capture."

It was a nice little spot, right next to the rocky path and dug out in a manner that was lined on three sides by tall hedges. To anyone looking out if the mansion, the little alcove would have been completely invisible. And luckily, the music was loud enough to hide the sounds of rustling bushes...

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It wasn't until the next morning when you realized what went wrong...

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After making it back to the house last night and finding half the dog food "mysteriously missing", the pair of you had decided to call it a night. And since business was going so well Alfie had elected to take a few days off, hoping to spend more time with you. It also meant he'd finally be able to sleep in.....or so he thought.

A sudden crash woke Alfie from his slumber the next morning. 

Shooting up, he automatically looked to his right, and his heart stopped for a moment realizing you weren't there. Another clatter from downstairs and a frustrated scream from you had him practically jumping out of bed and grabbing his gun. You usually like staying in bed for a few more hours, especially when he was there, so the fact he could hear your distress from upstairs made him worry. 

Carefully Alfie snuck down the hall, peaking in rooms to make sure no unsavory figures were lurking behind the door. Another annoyed groan accompanied by various curse words hurried him to his final destination. 

"Love, are you alright?"

It was a stupid thing to ask as you were very much not alright. The kitchen was a mess, looking like every cabinet had been opened and all the contents pulled out. Pots and bass were laud hurriedly across the counters as you rummaged through every nook and cranny. A quickly glance into the living room told Alfie it was scattered in a similar state. But you hadn't responded to your husband, not the first time or even the second. It wasn't until Alfie stepped right up behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder, and turning your around to face him when you responded.

"I can't find it."

Your voice wavered as you admitted the truth. Looking down like a small child about to be told off, you averted your face from your husband's. Alfie was still confused, but he could tell whatever you were rallying about was obviously important.

"Can't find what Dovey? Whatever it is it's probably isn't too bad. I can help ya find it righty?"

"No Alfie you don't undertstand."

"Then help me understand Love. Let's get through this together like we always have yeah? Come on, tell your husband what we're looking for." Carefully cupping your face in his hands, Alfie guided you to look at him again. He could see the tears welling in your eyes as you spoke.

"....I.....I lost my wedding ring Alfie."

"Oh."

It was the simple oh that broke the dam. Stepping back from your husband, tears began to stream down your face as you shoved your fingers in you hair as if trying to hold in the stress.

"SEE I told you it was terrible. I...I woke up this morning and went to the bathroom and noticed it missing when I went to clean my hands. I figured I'd just taken it off la... last night but it wasn't by the bed table like I usually put it. Then I went through the bathroom and it wasn't there. I've gone through every room in this hours and I can't fucking find it!!! I don't ....I don't know where it is Alfie. I just... oh god." 

Covering you mouth with your hand, you realized where you lost the ring. 

"Alfie the fucking garden."

"The garden? Love you haven't made the garden yet, how could it be there?"

"No, TOMMY'S garden. It has to be there. It fell off last night when we were rolling in the dirt. I've been meaning by to get it resized. Oh fuck this is awful"

Alfie actually chuckled at your realization. Of course the ring would fall off in the most inconvenient place possible, but he wasn't about to tell you that.

"Thats alright Dovey we can just..."

Throwing your hands in the air you interrupted your husband, frustrated at yourself for a number of reasons. It stung Alfie's heart to see you like this. Carefully he dragged your hands from your face and pulled you into a hug. Soothingly his hands ran up and down your back as he tried to comfort you.

"We can just what Alfred? Waltz back over and demand he let us dig up the plants for it? He'd probably ask why and what are we suppose to say then huh Alfred? Oh you know, we lost it in the garden you see...Well what were you doing there Y/N? ...Nothing much just fertilizing the soil, pollinating the flower, playing like the rake and ho, rustling the bushes, sowing seed in the garden, FUCKING IN THE FLOWERBEDS!!!! No we can't do that Alfie we just can't! It's probably gone forever... I'm so sorry."

Alfie was the one to hide his face this time. He knew you were in distress but he was amused by one of your last sentences. You always were good with the innuendos. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to get you to calm down. He knew at this point you weren't so mad about the ring, as just overwhelmed by the lack of success you'd had in finding it.

"Yes love, we can tell him all those things and if he'd got any sort of romantic bone in his tiny, banged up little body he'd offer us shovels to dig if we need them. And if not then I'd wager every deal I'd ever have with his lot is out the fucking window isn't it. We've been married since before the little one of them was teething haven't we? It's not like they don't think we're fucking. Besides it's a decent fucking garden, Tommy should have know what he was doing when he made that little hidey spot didn't he? It'll be fine. And if I find it then I'll get to propose to you all over again won't I? I think if I got one wish left in the word it would be to do that again. Ask if you'd be mine forever and let you know I'll always be there. Love I promise. It's alright Dovey, it's ok. No need to get worked up about it's not such a big deal."

Thought he was trying to help, his last sentence only made things worse. Stepping pack from Alfie you threw your hands up again.

"IT IS OUR MARRIAGE ALFIE! And I've practically lost it like it means nothing at all! How can you say that!"

There it was. The really reason you were so worked up. Not because you'd lost the little ring. It was because somewhere in your mind, over the years you'd been together, you'd gotten the idea that if you didn't have it on your were almost betraying everything you held dear. As if you thought without the ring, all the vows you'd mad together were nil. Alfie couldn't help but laugh at that. He laughed hard too, like you'd told the funniest joke in their world. 

"You think that ring is our marriage?"

Stepping closer again Alfie took your arms and pulled you closer.

"Our marriage is so much more than that fucking ring love," he said, cupping your face between his hands again. "Our marriage is me stealing Ollie's shirt before every lunch date because his is cleaner than mine and wanna look my best for the best, that's you by the way. It's you grinning at me through the glass window at fuck O'clock in then morning when I've taken the dog out for a piss since you thought it'd be funny to lock me out in the cold in my fucking skeevies again. It's me paying a fuck ton of money to the flower shop down the street so you could get a rose every week I was away fighting. It's you spending hours patching me up after I had a bad fight even though blood makes you gag yeah. When you refuse to give me dinner until I give you a kiss and when I won't give you a gift until I've gotten a hug? Sharing a bath after a hard day? That's our marriage. You interrupting my meeting because you're so excited to show me a new book? Me interrupting your book club because I've just gotten back from a business trip? You demanding I come to bed and cuddle up, only to shove me off of you later when you're too hot? Me tightening jars in the pantry so you have to get me to open them? Making fun of each other's injuries, patchy? Don't you see it? You. Me. You. Me. You. Me. WE."

"Alfie..." You couldn't help but smile at your husband's words realizing he was right.

"Dovey, It isn't defined by a thin piece of metal with a tiny fucking stone that I stole off a rich toff at a boxing match one day. Our marriage is YOU and ME and every little moment in between. And I promise it's always gonna be just that. And do you know why that is Treacle?"

Alfie had moved his hands again, now resting them on your hips. Gazing at you lovingly he waited for your answer.

"Why Ally?"

"Because I'm your flower remember? I'm your fucking rose.... and you're fucking my sunshine, Dovey. I have no chance of living without you."

Wrapping your arms around your husband, you buried your face into his neck. Losing the ring you'd worn almost every day for years didn't seem so criminal anymore. 

"Alfred Solomons when did you learn to say something so romantic."

Your husband only chuckled as he step away, grabbing some of the boxes you'd pulled out in your panic. 

"A master never reveals his secrets Dovey. Now come on. Let's clean this up and then we'll go get you a new ring eh? Wouldn't want any gangly miscreant thinking they've got a chance with you would we?"

Looking at the damage you'd done, you couldn't but sigh, maybe it would have been better to wake your husband immediately before diving head first into your expedition. Now you were kicking yourself since you'd just redone all the work you'd don't last week reorganizing every thing.

"I'm not sure the jewellery shop will still be open today by the time we finish Alfred. I'm not even sure we'll be able to finish this in a week with the mess I've made."

Your husband just bonked you lightly with the broom he handed you and nudged you in the direction of the living room.

"That's alright Dovey. Because unless you've got some nefarious little plans I haven't heard of to steal my dog and run off, I don't think either of us is going anywhere anytime soon aren't we?"

You could only smile and kiss him on the cheek.

"I suppose you're right. We've got all the time in the world...."

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Two years later...

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"Shelby, I want my dog."

The Shelby in question turned around, eyeing the woman before him. He knew this day would come. Only he expected it to be sooner, a few days, maybe even a week later...but now it was four months. Four months since he....despite his feelings towards the man, Tommy couldn't help but feel slight regrets for what he'd done. Especially seeing the state of her now, standing in his garden.

"He's just gone on a walk with Charlie and Finn. They should be back in an hour or so."

"I'll wait... I see you filled in that empty plot of ground. They're lovely flowers, I don't remember them being there two winters ago."

Tommy averted his gaze to the bushes you were pointing at. Indeed the small alcove where you'd hidden with your husband had been filled. In its place grew a thick rose bush, blooming with life. You smiled, and to anyone else, they might have thought your look truthful. And some of it was, thinking of the happy memories connected there. But Tommy could see deeper than that. Behind the smile he could see the same pain he had when he looked in mirrors. The pain that came from losing the thing you loved most. For as different as you both were, he knew the tactic you played, though the mask you wore was much brighter than his. And for now he decided he could respect that. He could pretend just for a moment, if only to help you. It was the least he could do, seeing as he was the reason you wore it... He was the one to pull the trigger.

"You're right. The gardener put them in almost two years ago, right after the party where Arthur and Finn tossed Michael into the lake. Do you remember that one? I saw you talking to my sister but never saw you leave that night."

A genuine chuckle left your mouth hearing his words. You played with the ring on your left hand. Only two years old and very expensive, but in that moment, it felt like you were wearing another ring again. One that was much older and worn, that you hadn't seen in years. 

"I do. That was certainly a night I'll remember forever. It's a shame you got rid of that little alcove. It was a nice little spot away from the world wasn't it."

Tommy could only nod and take another drag of his cigarette.

"Did Alfie ever tell you about the first and last time he gave me roses in person. I mean, of course he probably didn't and I'll have to tell you sometime, but I think you might find it funny. There's a lot about him I'm sure he hasn't told you. But then again, knowing him there's probably a lot he did..." You trailed off, staring at the flowers a bit longer, remembering that day over a decade ago, not really meaning to tell Tommy that, doing so anyway. After all, no one had heard from you in months, so it made sense to him, that you'd be eager to talk to anyone. Even the man you should hate most in the world.

Silence descended on the pair standing tense in the garden. There was so much to be said, but neither knew where to start. Truthfully, you'd only talked to Tommy a handful of times, but he felt like he'd already known you like his sister. He couldn't help but scoff, thinking of all the times Alfie had gone off on a tangent about you during a meeting. Sometimes, your mention had nothing to do what was being discussed at all, Alfie just liked to brag about the good he had. In the end it was Tommy who spoke up first, the guilt of his past actions finally caving in on him.

"Y/N, I'm sor..."

"Don't. Thomas, I don't want you to say sorry," turning from the vibrant blooms, you faced the capped man. "I don't want you to say sorry, because you know what? I don't blame you. You're completely alright. I'm not mad at you.... It's my fault I suppose. I could have stopped it."

Tommy raised his eyebrow, curious to what you meant, and also concerned. There was something in your eyes that made his stomach turn slightly hearing those words. But he couldn't exactly place why.

"What's that suppose to mean Y/N?"

You only let out a bittersweet laugh and stared out into the garden again, sitting on the edge of a familiar fountain before you revealed the truth.

"It's my fault he's gone I think. I should have known. I should have never left that day and I could have stopped it."

Tommy's brows furrowed as he sat down next to you. 

"What's that mean? You couldn't have known what his plan was? It's not your fault."

Absentmindedly, you picked at the leaves of a nearby bush. Though your voice was even, Tommy could practically see the war inside your head.

"It's how he kissed me when I left that day. I was only going to be gone a few days to visit my friend who was suppose to have her baby soon. Nothing dangerous. But it's the way he kissed me that should have tipped me off. He kissed me the way he did when he got on the damed train, in that damned uniform. He kissed me like he didn't think he'd see me ever again, going to die in the war. And I guess he didn't."

Tommy didn't say anything. He just let you continue. Something in his head told him, he needed to let your speak, he needed to keep you here tonight. If he let you leave today, no one would ever see you again and something in Tommy told him not to let that happen.

"You know I still haven't admitted it to myself just yet... The truth," standing up you began to pace around the fountain, circling the water. "Since I first got the call I haven't picked up the phone anymore, I'm scared of what I'll hear. I haven't opened any letters, because I don't want to see what they'll say. I still haven't even gone home yet. I've been paying for a hotel room by my friend's house and only leaving by when I need more food. I know it not good for me, but it's all I can find I can do. I've been telling myself it's just that. He's gone to the war again and he'll be back in a few months." Though you spoke with a smile as if talking about the weather, it was easy to see the pain in your eyes. You thought denying the truth would make the hurt go away. But it wouldn't, Tommy knew it was only a matter of time before you broke. And like with Cyril, he felt like he was the one who needed to help. So he decided to play along for now, letting you keep your act up. Atleast until he could figure out the best way to fix the mess he still felt he'd made.

"You tell yourself it's the war eh? Do you write him letters."

"Yes, I write him one almost every day. But I haven't sent any. Did you know that I was rarely able to send them to him during the war. Something about his post being secretive, and no one should know where it really was. So I'd just... write a letter everyday and when I got a letter that his squad was resting at a safe camp every few months I'd just send the packet of them.... If I was lucky I'd get one back, but most of the time I just had to wait. I learned a lot about waiting then. I learned it was better to laugh too. Laughing helped me stay sane."

Standing up, Tommy began walking with you as you stepped deeper into the gardens.

"Laughing eh? Well I guess it's better than what I did. Almost drunk myself to the grave and then fucked off in a caravan with my son for a month. Seems you're handling it better than me."

You could only scoff at his response.

"Oh don't worry, there's been plenty of drinks for me too. I'm a happy drunk though, so I guess it helps my plan. After all, as long as I'm laughing, I don't have time to cry. I don't think I'll be able to stop crying the day I begin. So I'm just trying to hold off as long as I can."

"Aren't we all."

Silence fell in the garden again, and the two widowed souls walked back to the house. It was starting to get back and Tommy had noticed Finn's car pull up a few minutes ago. When you reached the back door you were met with a fluffy beast knocking you over as soon he'd caught sight of you. Cyril was happy to have at least one of his masters back. The man taking care of his now treated him well, but he still missed life with his old owners, even if he couldn't express it in words. 

While you reunited with Cyril and applauded Charlie on the tricks he taught the dog, Tommy went to gather some of Cyril's things and have Francis prepare a room for you. Tommy had no clue where you'd take the dog, but seeing as you seemed adamant about staying away from Margret, and apparently didn't despise Tommy (somehow), he thought it made sense to let you stay the night for a bit. And something still told him to convince you to stay even if just for one day.

On his was back down the stairs he noticed something sitting on the table and there was a click in his brain. He remembered the curiosity brought to him that morning during breakfast, and suddenly a lot of odd business meetings made sense. He finally realized who'd messed up the empty dirt patch that night two years ago. Grabbing the object off the table, Tommy headed back to the drawing room. Inside you were still petting your beloved dog, even though Finn had taken Charlie to get ready for bed. 

"Y/N, I went up to grab some of Cyril's things, but I think it may be better for you to spend the night here. It's getting late and I don't think either of us wants the dog getting hurt if you were to crash."

You laughed gently at his words, not caring to ask about the hand behind his back. Not thinking much about his words, you accepted his offer. You knew you should be mad at him, hate him, even what to kill him, but you couldn't. You were too tried to be mad at anyone right now. Besides, it wasn't like you knew where you were going anyway. You just wanted to see your...his dog again. Maybe if you had that little piece left, it would make it easier to move on. It would make it easier to pretend you weren't alone now.

"Alright. I'll stay. But only so Charlie can give Cyril a proper goodbye. I'd hate to tear them apart, it seems they've made close friends."

"They have," Tommy smiled, genuinely happy thinking of how closely his son had bonded with the dog. "Cyril's stuff is in Charlie's room now infact. They've taken such a liking, I can't keep them apart. We can get his stuff tomorrow, but I do have one thing I think you may want now."

You looked towards the Shelby man curious. "What is it?," you questioned.

Silently Tommy extended his hand to give you the object he'd snagged from the table.

It was a single rose... But something was different about it. The stem seemed to have grabbed something buried within the dirt to take along as it began to grow. Twisting and turning all the way out of the dirt, outwards towards the sun, as if offering the shiny object up. An ages old promise from the rose to the sun of an endless truth, never broken even in death...

The rose was offering his sun a ring.

And not just any ring. A wedding ring. Simple and worn, it had been stolen off a rich toff from a boxing match many years ago. It had survived work and war, seen blood and lust, and so many other things. And while the ring didn't define the marriage it represented a promise you thought you'd never see again. But here now, seeing how tightly the rose stem had grown around it, you knew you'd never have to worry about that again. Not even death could stop the love the rose proposed to his sun. Even in death he'd still offer her life.

You couldn't even take the rose from Tommy's hand before you finally broke. Laughing at the irony, Tears streamed down your face as you sunk to your knees, all the pain you'd been bottling up coming out. And thus you sobbed, hard. So hard in fact, it felt like you couldn't breathe. And you sobs were still mixed with laughter of disbelief as a million memories ran through your head, but none as loud as the one of that night and the morning after. 

Two years ago you'd lost that ring. Alfie promised that he'd look multiple times whenever he went back to the house, even if it meant having the meeting in the garden like "a bunch of prissy ladies at a fucking tea party" as he'd called it. And for two years he'd had no luck until now. But today, your rose had finally found the lost ring, even if you'd lost him months ago. 

Setting the rose gently on the table, Tommy sunk to his knees too. Letting you grab onto him, for a shoulder to mourn on. He knew you needed it. For so long you'd shut yourself away, denying the truth and trying to act like it didn't affect you. You wanted to pretend your world wasn't falling apart and now you couldn't any more. He'd been he same way, except he didn't have anyone to help him. He couldn't burden his one year old son with his grief and he knew most of his family still resented Grace to some degree. They hadn't been as destroyed by her passing as he had. He didn't want you to be alone like he had. For as many terrible thing as Tommy had done, he couldn't bring it upon himself to leave you alone now. And so he sat on the floor, holding you in his arms as the cracked dam finally broke. 

That night, until the early hours of the morning, Thomas Shelby sat comforting the wife of the man he'd killed. And he would until she'd fallen asleep, finally worn out from her grieving. In the morning he'd offer breakfast and they'd get to talking about the loves they lost. They were still both hurt and broken and mourning what they'd lost, but they weren't alone now. For two people so different they both knew what the other felt so deeply. Little snippets and stories about happier times, while watching a little boy play with a big dog, laughing as the pair rolled in the grass. And while both still grieved, there was a peace to be found in being with someone who knew how they felt. 

And while they talked, Y/N played with the ring on her finger. It was new and expensive and fit just right. This one was only two years old and didn't have many memories but she loved it just the same. And upstairs by her bed sat another ring, but this one was held tightly by a rose she'd placed in a vase. This was the ring that she loved more, and the one she really wanted to wear, but she couldn't bear to tear it from the rose just yet. She didn't know if she'd ever be able to. Maybe she'd let the rose dry out and preserve it like she use to do someone's at the flower shop when she was young. But for now she's let it live as it was.

Holding on tightly to a promise that not even death could divide...

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While all this happened a mailman was headed towards Birmingham with a letter from a dead man, asking about his dog and looking for his wife....

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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

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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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Shelby Sister- Troublesome Twins Pt2

I was asked to do a part 2. So here it is!

Since Finn getting shot, YNs brothers have been even more protective than normal. She's finding it harder to see her boyfriend since Tommy has basically put her on house arrest. YN had been sneaking out during the night to meet Isaiah under the bridge by the cut. Then one day Isaiah asked YN to marry him, she of course said yes, but there's no way her brothers would allow that. So they made the decision to run off, with the help of Finn since he's the only one not to try and control YN's life. Now they're returning home, YN hoping her brothers don't go mad and Isaiah hoping her brothers don't kill him.

"There they are" Finn smiles walking over to them as the get off the train "the happy couple. Welcome back" Finn envelopes his twin before shaking Isaiah's hand

"So how bad will it be?"

"Well Arthur probably will shout, Tommy might have both your heads and Ada well she'll find all of this hilarious" Finn says pulling away

"Looking forward to it" Isaiah sighs

"Just don't tell 'em that your havin a kid because I think that will give 'em a heart attack"

"Well I'm not not for a while"

"Good. You hear that Isaiah. I may approve of you and my sister but no babies us till your like 30" this makes Isaiah and I laugh.

We arrive at the Garrison where I know Finn has gathered everyone

"You ok?" Isaiah asks before we step foot into the pub

"Should be asking you that" I chuckle taking Isaiah's hand in mine "but yes. May as well get this over and done with" I take a deep breath and open the doors immediately seeing it empty apart from my family sat at a large table. Everyone looks at us walking in

"Where the fuck have you been YN?" Arthur yells slamming his drink down

"Let the girl sit down first" Ada says, I give her a little smile in reply. I drag Isaiah over to the table and take a seat next to Polly. Tommy just stares at me while Arthur drinks. Michael sits smoking a cigarette looking between Tommy and I

“So” tommy finally speaks “want to tell us where you were?”

“Errm ok so” I play with my ring nervously under the table “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I knew you would go mad”

“Spit it out” Arthur grunts

“Isaiah and I got married” I quickly say

“You bloody what?!” Arthur yells

“Finn did you know?”

“Yes, but Tom….”

“You went behind my back”

“I warned you Tommy. I told you Isaiah and I would get married one day with or without your permission”

“Are your pregnant?” Micheal asks

“No I’m not bloody pregnant”

“Then why marry so young”

“Maybe because they love each other” Ada says in my defence, but Tommy scoffs

“They’re kids”

“I’m 21 Tommy. I’m an adult I know what I’m doing” I yell at my brother

“No you don’t YN! What if he fucks another woman? What if he hurts you? He’s going to break your heart. Fuck YN I know what men his age do, hell men my age fuck around while married”

“Just ‘cause you all cheated on your wife’s doesn’t mean Isaiah will”

“Ok I think we need to calm down” aunt Polly tries

“No you know what this was a mistake. Maybe we should have stayed in London maybe I should have made you think I was dead because clearly you’d prefer that than me being married and happy!” I yell one last time “come on Is we’re going” I stand up pulling Isaiah with me. We begin walking out when Isaiah stops, turning around to face my brothers

“You know, I actually really love YN. I respect her as a person, she’s my equal and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe and provide for her and hopefully our kids in the future. I know YN will want you all apart of that, but I guess it’s your choice” Isaiah places his arm around my waist as we walk out of the garrison

“Thank you Is”

“Always”

I groan getting out of bed after hearing multiple knocks on the door and Polly shouting for me. Isaiah and I have been staying with Polly before we try and find our own home. I wrap my dressing gown around my body and make my way downstairs when I see Tommy and Arthur stood at the door

“What do you want?” I ask folding my arms

“You were right” I raise my eyebrows at Tommy. He never apologises

“Continue”

“You told me you would marry him”

“We’re just worried about you” Arthur finally says “we don’t want you hurt. Your our little sister. The baby of the family”

“I’m not a baby anymore. Neither is Finn. I appreciate that you want to keep me safe but I can handle myself and now I have Isaiah, well I guess I’ve always had him. I’m happy and I promise if Isaiah ever does anything to hurt me I will tell you”

“Can we come in?” Tommy asks

“Best ask Poll. I’ll go and get dressed and get Isaiah up”

“Just promise me 1 thing… no babies yet. I don’t think I can handle that as well”

“Ok” I chuckle responding to Tommy.

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[sneakyblinders]

the royal wedding of small heath

A/N: I was going to post this in one big fic but it’s so long... and I’m not finished quite yet lol enjoy pt 1. PT 2 HERE warnings: soft tommy. for my tommy and his darling wife!au. language, mild sexual themes.  1.9k words

The Garrison was bustling with people. People milled about, this way and that, people Tommy recognized, and people he didn’t. The musicians that Arthur had hired for the event were fantastic, just the exact music Tommy had wanted. None of the new stuff, and all of the stuff Tommy and his brothers held dear to their hearts.

Family members from near and far gathered here today after the rehearsal to celebrate with Tommy and his bride.

He made his way over to the bar, where Harry was rapidly pouring shots for a group of men lined up at the bar Tommy could only assume to be some of your cousins. Not men he knew. “Gentlemen,” he greeted them.

“Mr. Shelby, we appreciate your generosity tonight.” The oldest of them said, leaning over the other two to shake Tommy’s hand.

“It’s my pleasure.” Tommy told him before asking Harry for another bottle of whiskey for the table.

“She looks mighty pretty tonight, Mr. Shelby,” Harry told him, handing him the bottle.

“That she does, Harry. That she does.” Tommy glanced back over his shoulder, hearing your laugh as your sister told some ridiculous story from when you were children to John and Finn.

He turned back towards your table, bottle in his hand. He made his way through the crowd, beginning to itch in his suit. He was far too worn out from all the people that were abso-fucking-lutely everywhere this week. People from your side of the family had started pouring in on Monday from all over England, the United States and fucking France to witness the Shelby wedding. The Royal Wedding of Small Heath is what the Birmingham papers had called it when your engagement announcement ran in the papers. Your mother had bought every paper she could get her hands on and sent the clipping to every family member she could think of.

“It’s pretty rare that someone like us marries someone like Thomas Shelby.” your mother had told you, eyes peering at you over her glasses.

Someone like us.

You’d been raised in London, your parents both modest people. Your father has worked as a banker ever since you could remember. He made a decent living, but with you, your older sister and brother and mother to take care of, there was never really much extra money to go around. You lived well, and had everything you needed, but the wants were never really attended to.

So when you accidentally met Tommy one evening on your way back home in London, your mother insisted it was fate. And a few months later, you deemed that she was right.

Tommy returned to your table, setting the bottle of whiskey down. John snatched it up and poured his and Arthur’s glasses full once more. “Are you doing alright, Sweetheart?” he asked, adjusting in his seat, his arm around you.

“Yes,” you beam up at him. “Are you?” you ask, a hand on his thigh.

“Never better.” he told you, love pouring from his chest.

“If I see a more lovesick man I’ll drag him here so you can have a competition,” John laughed. Esme elbowed him in the ribs. “What? I’ve never seen ‘im like this.” John told his wife.

“Pay him no mind, love.” Esme told you. You giggled, squeezing Tommy’s thigh under the table.

“I generally don’t.” you told her.

“And that, Tommy, is why we love her!” Arthur cackled, raising his glass to his lips and throwing back the whole glass of whiskey.

Your mother apprehensively approached the table. She’d been here for a bloody week and a half and Tommy had barely been able to get his hands on you for fear of her popping up and claiming your whole relationship to be an absolute travesty. “Dearie, your father and I are getting quite tired, would it be alright if we retired for the evening?”

Tommy sighed when you stood up to hug your mother. “Of course, of course. Tommy,” you turned to look at your fiance. “Would one of your brothers escort them to their lodgings?” you asked.

“I’ll do it, love. Happy to.” Arthur told you, standing up. “Anything for you, love.” he threw you a tipsy smile.

“Thank you, Arthur. Mother, remember, we must be at the estate by nine.” you reminded her.

“Yes, of course. We will be there.”

Your mother hugged you goodbye, your father waiting patiently by the door. Arthur lumbered after them, making sure they got there safely. It was only a block away, but stranger things have happened in Small Heath.

After your parents left, other guests started to trickle out of the Garrison, whether to settle in for the night or go get rowdy somewhere else, no one knew. Tommy quietly observed the rest of the people, smoking his cigarette, arm around your shoulders as you talked to your sister.

“Are you ready, sister?” Emile asked.

“For what?” you asked with a confused look on your face.

“To be a wife, of course. And all it entails.” she told you, a suggestive tone in her voice.

“Emile!” you scolded her, eyeing Tommy, who acted as if he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to your conversation. “Not here!”

“Thomas, wait ‘till you see the things our cousins from France bought her.”

“Emile!” you scolded again, cheeks flushing hot. Thankfully John and Finn had gotten up to fetch more beer.

“It’s alright, love, everybody knows you won’t be out in public for at least a week after tomorrow.” Tommy told you, a devious look on his face.

“Thomas!” you scolded, a look of disbelief on your face. “Ganged up on by my sister and fiance. Unbelievable.”

“We’ve been in cahoots this whole time, sister. How do you think he picked the ring the right size?” Emile asked, peering at you over her wine glass.

You look at Tommy, who was smirking. “She’s right, love. Phoned her and asked the second I knew I was going to propose.”

“Which was when?” you asked.

He leaned in closer to you, lips to your ear. “That night after I took you to that restaurant in London–what was it called–”

“Wiltons.” you reminded him.

“Ah, yes, Wiltons. I took you back to my hotel and–”

“Okay, I know what day you’re talking about now.” you tell him, pulling away from his lips. He’s smirking at you. “Cheeky man.” you tell him as he lights a cigarette.

“Only bad thing about him, he smokes like a freight train.” Emile joked.

Tommy smiled, cigarette in his mouth. “You get used to it.” you tell her, thankful Tommy was tolerant of your sister's childish remarks.

You sat in silence, Tommy’s thumbs drawing sweet circles on the back of your hand as your sister went to find your brother. “Do you think everyone will behave tomorrow?” you ask Tommy.

“They will, my love. I will make sure of it.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Where is Ada?” you ask, suddenly noticing her absence.

“She said they will not be making an appearance until tomorrow.” Tommy said, rolling his eyes.

“Because of Freddie?” you ask.

“Yes, because of Freddie.” he confirms, putting the butt of his cigarette in the ash dish.

“It’s not fair to Karl, keeping him from his family.” you tell Tommy, snuggling closer into his side.

Tommy sighs. “I know, my love.”

Polly comes over towards the table, a smile on her face. “Are you two ready for tomorrow? Dress all picked up?”

“Yes. It’s hanging in the room at the estate.” you tell her.

“Thomas, did you pick up–”

“Our tuxedo’s from Mr. Zhang, yes, Pol. I did.” he says flatly.

“The baker came to me this morning and said he would deliver the cake around noon.” she rattled off all the delivery times of the various things. Flowers by nine, musicians would arrive by four, and the estate would be bathed with white roses and greenery by one in the afternoon. Polly had been an integral part of the wedding planning, going with you to every dress appointment, every catering and cake testing. Tommy waved it all off, telling you, “Whatever you want, Darling, all I care about is the bride at the end of the aisle.”

A little before midnight, the party came to a close. Everyone left, leaving you, Polly and Tommy to discuss various particulars of the impending wedding day. The musicians packed up their things, and Tommy handed them a rather thick wad of money.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.” the bassist said.

“Thank you, you all did a wonderful job tonight.” Tommy told them sincerely, showing them to the door and locking it behind them.

“Alright, you two might as well start saying your goodbyes. Can’t see each other until she walks down the aisle, Thomas. It’s bad luck.” Polly told him. “I’ll wait outside, love.” she told you, walking to the car that John was waiting in. You were going to spend your last night as a single woman at Polly’s place, sleeping in Thomas’ old bedroom, that he had only just vacated, telling you his wedding present to you was rather grand.

He stood up and walked over to the old gramophone and began to play one of John’s new records. Some of the slow jazz that was popular then. “Will you dance with me?” he asked, turning to you, eyes straining to make out all your features in the dark.

A few lonely candles were still lit, giving the pub a warm glow. “Yes, Mr. Shelby, I will.” you stand up to meet him in the middle of the pub.

He pulls you into his chest and you rest your head against his heart. “I swear to you,” he whispers lowly. “I will spend all my life loving you, and you alone. You are the single best thing to happen to me, my angel.”

You smile against his chest, feeling his heart beating in his chest. “I love you, Thomas Shelby.” you tell him, melting into him.

“I love you.” he whispers.

Your ring sparkles in the faint rays of light, casting small rainbows on the ceiling. It was far bigger a diamond than you thought practical, but Tommy would not hear of a smaller diamond. You were quite nervous to see the wedding band he had picked but he assured you that you would love it.

“I can’t wait to see you in your tuxedo tomorrow.” you tell him, looking up at him.

He smiled softly at you. “Enjoy every minute of tomorrow, Sweetheart. Anything you want, you can have, okay?”

“Will life always be like this?” you ask.

“Like what?” he asked in return.

“Anything you want, in the blink of an eye. The snap of my fingers.” you say, still in disbelief.

“That is my goal, love.” he tells you, reaching down to kiss your lips.

The kiss is cut short by John bursting through the doors. “Will you let her come on? Polly won’t quit complainin’ about the cold. You have your whole lives to kiss.”

Tommy kissed you again, John throwing his arms in the air and huffing before turning around to walk out the doors again. You hear him faintly yell to Polly, “He won’t let go of her, Pol!”

“I better go.” you chuckle, looking into Tommy’s eyes.

“Sleep well, my blushing bride.” Tommy teases you, pressing one last kiss to your lips.

“Goodnight, Thomas.” you tell him.

He walks you to the car, where John is thoroughly annoyed now. “See you tomorrow!” Tommy says, a mischievous grin on his face.

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[wysteria-clad]

The uncrowned Princess.

paring: Shelby Siblings x sister! reader

warning: swearing, mention of blood, gun shots, violence.

summary: A glimpse of your life as the youngest Shelby sister. This takes place during earlier seasons.

a/n: before you read this one, i wanted to say if this fic sounded familiar to you, please don't report me for copying lol i posted this on my old account @pastelxskull before deactivated it.

note : This is more like a head canon / imagine thingy. p.s John never died.

i do not own any of the gifs, credits to the amazing owners/creators. if any of gif is yours, want me to take it down, please contact me.

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● You are the youngest Shelby, one year younger than Finn.

● Don’t even get me started on how protective your brothers are over you.

● Basically, your aunt Polly and your siblings raised you.

● Your aunt Polly was more like a mother to you and treated you like her daughter.

● Arthur is not exactly great with words but he would get you lot of dolls for you to play with and spoil you with chocolates. And he would beat up anyone to death if he finds out anyone dared to harm you.

● Tommy is the most protective of you. He would often hold you till you fall asleep in his arms. Mostly Arthur, but Tommy would too.

● John is the most fun brother to hang out with. He would play with you from throwing you up in the air and catching you to hide and seek, making you giggle.

●Ada is more like another mother figure to you due to age gap.

● You had no clue why your brothers are going when they were leaving for war, much to your dismay, you were only three years old.

● You cried first few days when you couldn’t see Arthur, Tommy and John and be with them.

● You would ask your aunt or Ada ‘Where are they?’ 'When are they coming back?’ every single day and getting a reply of 'soon, Y/n’

● They weren’t exactly the same after the war.

● You weren’t the same either. Not seeing or talking for five years will do that to you.

● At first, you were hesitant, you knew they were your brothers but they weren’t openly affectionate as before, and you spent few days clinging to Aunt Polly or clutching and standing behind behind Ada.

● But you knew their care and love for you did not change at all.

●Eventually, you got over your hesitation and fear and started to hang around your brothers more making them happy. You were the light of their life. A pure angel in their sinful lives.

● They tried to keep you away from 'Family Business’ as much as they can.

● You grew up to be a absolutely beautiful young lady, inheriting the Shelby genes.

● As you grew up, they became more protective of you, annoying you most of the times. You weren’t even allowed in the Garrison.

● When you accidentally let it slip about a boy you liked “Ah, young love” John teased you till you got red and blushy until Ada saved you from further embarrassment.

● But Tommy and Arthur did not take it well though, at all.

● Yelling at your brothers cause they always scare the guy away you have a date with.

● Secretly dating your boyfriend with your sister’s help. This is why she was your favourite sibling.

● But you got caught one time though. They were not exactly happy to find out. That's a story for another time.

● Having a closer bond with Finn as you two grew up together, some even mistaking you for twins.

Often eliciting the statement, 'Where the one goes, the other follows' from people around you.

Despite being just a year older than you, he was very protective of you.

● No one dared to mess with you, the uncrowned princess of Birmingham.

● Being a Shelby also meant you had a lot of enemies too.

● You got kidnapped that one time and the said kidnapper pointed a gun to your head not fully aware of the consequences.

“Let her go” Tommy clenched his jaw, trying hard to keep his calm.

John held back Arthur from trying to attack the kidnapper in fear of accidentally hurting you in the act.

Your enemy pulled the last straw, he slapped your face, making a terrible mistake.

Hell broke loose.

Your brothers showed no mercy at him or his men.

Your lips quivered, your eyes pooling with salty tears. You had knowledge about your family business and you knew what your brothers are capable of, but having a gun pointed to your head, witnessing the whole scene, the blood, gunshots, terrified you.

You sprinted towards whichever brother was near you, Tommy. And ran straight into his arms gripping his shirt handful with your shaking hands.

He quickly handed your quivering form to John, who shielded your view when Tommy shot the kidnapper before him and Arthur beat him to a bloody pulp. Though it didn't help you from shaking much, you appreciated John's gesture nonetheless.

Everyone calmed you down at home, or at least tried their best.

The very next day, Arthur and John began the training, teaching you how to shoot and gave you your own gun.

Polly wasn’t pleased with the idea of you shooting anyone. But she understood why.

● Michael treating you and caring for you like his sister.

● You were a Shelby. It meant more dangers and troubles, but as long as you have your family with you, that’s all it mattered and you would be fine.

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[toms-cherry-trees]

A Piece Of Me || Michael Gray Flashback

Summary: Not every search ends in a gain

Word Count: 2062

Warnings: Violence, mentions of canon death, implied past child abuse and possible PTSD, you know the drill

Author’s note: I have no justification for this one. Enjoy!

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The car jolted gently every time the wheels hit a bump on the road, causing the passengers in the back seat to rock rather abruptly from side to side. Charlie kept dozing off in Michael’s lap, unable to fully fall asleep with the noise from the engine and the perpetual bumping. Or perhaps he felt uncomfortable with the vice tight grip his uncle kept around his little body, as if he feared the little child would slip again at the smallest chance.

Or perhaps it was Michael who needed someone to hold onto.

The events kept replaying over and over again in his mind. Not those of the last 2 hours, but in fact the last 17 years. Every single thing he had been through since he was ripped from his mother and placed in foster care, with the so-called “holy fathers”. Holy my ass, he thought to himself, his arms tightening a bit more around Charlie. They shielded behind their white cassocks and golden crosses, bathed in their feigned purity, when they were as rotten and dirty as the worst ones the world had to offer. Michael wasn’t sure there was a God up there, because no God would stand his envoys behaving the way these men did. 

He entered the parish house, but never left it. The boy who walked out of the orphanage, hand in hand with Mrs. Johnson was not him. Not quite. He had something missing. Something deep and meaningful he had brought with him when the parish took him, but had been lost along the way, bit by bit, every time he saw a child who was not himself leaving with a new family, and every time Father Hughes summoned him to his office for confession, every Monday before bedtime. A little something he had been searching for ever since. 

He could not recall what life had been before. He didn’t have any memories prior to his life as Henry Johnson. They had indoctrinated him until he didn’t know who he was anymore. 

And he could not recall a single moment in his life in which he didn’t feel angry. 

Even in times he truly felt joyous, like sharing with his classmates in the schoolhouse’s little yard, or kicking the ball with his little brother under the scorching summer sun; picking fruits in the orchard with his adoptive mother until the skin in his palms cracked, all of those memories were obscured by the shadow of resentment. Seemingly unjustified, focused on nothing and no one in particular. Just a never ending, seething fury against the world. 

How many hours he spent sat in the meadow, his gaze fixed in the wishing well with the white bricks. Surrounded by little colourful flowers, buzzing with life in the summer, and withstanding the elements in winter. His “mom” used to tell his little brother that fairies lived in the flowers, and the buds closed down in the winter so they could take shelter from the rain. Michael felt like snorting when she repeated that story, every single day when they passed the well on the way home. He wanted to go up and stomp on the dainty little flowers until only roots remained, and then rip the roots off the earth with his bare hands, and spread them all over the bright grass for everyone to see. And then he’d load up the pretty little well with explosives, just like his father had told him they did in the western front, and blow it up to smithereens. He’d probably get blown up too, but it would be worth it just to see it gone.

But Michael never destroyed the flowers, nor did he try to damage the wishing well. Because the only thing he wanted more in this life than ruining that pretty meadow was fitting in. He wanted to belong, fit in, just a regular teenager in a regular world. And for the sake of it, he kept it all inside. All his rage, his resentment, his eternal thirst for revenge, all carefully stored within the depths of himself; far from reach, where no one would ever be able to find it. Buried between the shadow and the soul, where it would hopefully one day wither and die, and he’d finally be able to fit in. 

But destiny had handed him an opportunity. A new family, although it didn’t exactly count as new. They were his family, the one he had been unjustly taken from; the one where he truly belonged. Where he didn’t have to change himself to fit in; he didn’t need to struggle to find a place. What had Tommy said to him? “You are Polly’s son alright” And he had just proven it, twice in one day. He may carry the Gray surname, but he was a proper Shelby now.

The gun had felt natural in his grip, an extension of his own arm, just like they told him that night in Arrow House, when John and Arthur filled him with liquor and thrusted a pistol in his hand. He felt all the boundaries built over the years melt away in a wave of whiskey and testosterone. All that pent up rage, bubbling from the bottom of his soul like a shaken up champagne bottle, ready to pop the cork and spill out. He had tethered so close to the edge that night, so fucking close, he had tasted it. They drove him to madness, and he had played along. He could have let loose and released the beast, but fate and his nosy mother had stopped him last second. But who knew, perhaps it had been better that way. He had saved his first time for something bigger. 

But that first shot had been nothing. Just a blur, and act without thought, something which entered his brain and immediately slipped away. All he could remember was a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He didn’t even see the face of that man; he didn’t know his name. All he saw were a pair of large hands holding Tommy’s collar, and then a hole right through the skull. He didn’t falter, didn’t stutter and didn’t miss. As if he had been meant to hold onto that gun all along. As if he had been meant to kill someone. 

The real deal came later on.

When he left the parish home, he never expected to encounter any of them again. Not any of the orphans…nor any of the fathers. When he laid eyes again on Father Hughes, an icy coldness spread down his body. His muscles tensed and his pulse picked up; he walked on the tips of his toes, ready to sprint into a run at the slightest hint of danger. Fly or fight mode, acquired over long nights where the boys took turns guarding the door at night, perking up their ears in anticipation of steps going up their stairs. They had learned to distinguish between the low heels of the sisters and the polished shoes of the fathers, and could tell the priests apart by the sound of their gait and the smell of their clothes. He could recall Hughes smelled of cheap cigarettes and dampness. 

He could still remember the crack. A crack in the wall behind Father Hughes’ desk, right in middle, almost reaching the roof. It was shaped like a spiderweb. When Michael stared long enough, he could imagine a big spider, with long legs and a big red splotch on its back, crawling out of it, its pincers clicking and its beady black eyes fixated on him. The idea of something coming out of that crack terrified him, but he still stared. Because he didn’t want to look the priest in the eye. Because he wanted the big black spider to come down and eat him whole. 

But he had no crack to stare now to distract his mind, nor any hopes that a magical creature would aid him in his cause. Just his gun, the life of his nephew on the line and an unclenched thirst for revenge. 

He could have shot, point blank, the moment he set foot through the door. He had him, right in his line of vision, no obstacles in the way. The gun uncocked, the bullet in the chamber. But he couldn’t. Because he wanted Hughes to know it had been him. He wanted to stare at him, right in the eye, in the same way he was forced to do while he “took confession”, while the bullet went through his brains. He wanted Hughes to know he had come back,  like the ghost from Christmas Past, to claim what had been taken from him.

But even there, with the upper hand, with the surprise factor, the barrel of his gun shoved right into Hughes’ eye, he couldn’t help but shiver. His own body betrayed him, his palms sweating and his heartbeat quickening. His mouth dried up like sandpaper. And for a moment, for a split, fateful moment, he was once more little Michael, aged just five years old, sitting in front of a big desk, his feet dangling from the chair, while a grave looking priest told him that he had been given up by his mother for being a bad boy, but that they would help him atone for his sins. The priest had placed a big, coarse hand in the back of his head and given him a piece of candy, whispering that he would take good care of him. 

Just for a moment, his determination faltered. Fear had overpowered his determination. And in that brief hesitation, he had lost his upper hand. Hughes had beaten him and trashed him around, and now he had him on a table, his hands tightly wrapped around Michael’s throat. He could see black spots dancing on the edge of his vision. The images in front of him blurred and he seemed to be slipping away…

And then the splash.

Michael couldn’t even recall putting a knife in his pocket. He didn’t know why, or how he got it. But he felt so thankful at the moment. Yes he had brought a knife to a gun fight and not he did not care it was honourable. He wasn’t honourable. He was a gangster through and through. And the satisfaction he felt, pushing that blade through the priest’s neck, couldn’t be compared to anything in this world. He felt again that coursing of adrenaline through his veins, stronger than any drug they could offer him. It got to his head and warmed him from the inside out. His pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed. He could breathe easier, a heavy weight finally being lifted from his shoulders. He stood on top of the world.

But like all highs, afterwards came the drop.

He had not noticed the car halting to a stop, nor the driver opening up the door for him. He moved like his body did not belong to him; like a puppet, with an unknown puppeteer. Charlie had calmed down, clinging to his uncle’s shirt with his head propped on his shoulder. 

Somehow, Michael had found during the journey the integrity of mind to wipe his face, but that only left a dried red smear across his cheek, with dark specks dotting his skin and the collar of his shirt. 

When he crossed the threshold of Shelby Company Limited, in less than a heartbeat he had two crying women on him, prying Charlie away and making the boy cry too. He stood there, a dumbfounded grin tugging at his lips as his mother finally locked eyes with him. Their shared glance made up for unneeded words. She knew. She knew he had taken a step that could never be undone, one she had hoped and prayed he would never do. Something she didn’t believe her darling son was capable of. Her fingers caressed his face, and Michael only smiled, and walked away, his grin never faltering as he moved past Polly.

He may have gotten back what the holy fathers took from him. What he spent his whole life searching for. But he had lost something else, and that one, he’d never get it back. No matter where he went, nor what he did. That piece of him was forever lost.

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