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lady-of-the-english · 2 months

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Tommy and Grace and Marriage Part 2

So, I originally planned to start part 2 with season 2, but the season 1 thoughts are still going strong.

To be fair, season 2 begins with a recap of season 1, which is focused on Tommy and Grace. The only other character that appears in the recap is Campbell. We see Grace shooting him as the last thing she does before leaving Tommy and then England behind.

Otherwise, the recap is centered around juxtaposing Grace and Tommy's love scene with their goodbyes - both the last time we see them together in person, when Grace tells Tommy she loves him, and Tommy writing the letter to Grace telling her he isn't going to run away with her to New York.

I find it fascinating that Tommy does indeed flip the coin. While he tells Grace that "perhaps" he will do so, we get to see how torn he truly is. He isn't fully settled on the choice he has made, choosing his family, those he "loves," and the business success he's created over his "love." Our superstitious gypsy is relying on this crutch. When facing his own doubt and loneliness later, maybe he can console himself that it was fate that drove them apart. He could tell himself that they weren't meant to be, that they came from those different worlds, that he could never be enough, and thus, it was better that she went off without him. We know that Tommy finds Grace worthy of "impressing" and making himself a "success" as she "wasn't born to be with a man like" him. However, he'll still always know that the choice to flip the coin in the first place was his own and one that he can't get over, as he can't move on from Grace.

He tries to convince himself and others that he can move on, if only partially. When waiting for Kimber in the Garrison, Harry asks him if he'll "go looking for her," and Tommy shakes his head no asserting, "she's in the past" and "the past is not my concern. And the future is no longer my concern either" as his future is hers. It was his concern, as he planned to marry her, but now it is "no longer." He argues that all there is to life is the present "soldier's minute" but it is a claim that is juxtaposed with their love scene showing that his head and heart still think about the past he's lost and the future he dreamt of.

After telling Grace that they have no chance, he returns to his family, popping the champagne that "she brought" to celebrate their success. While his words are congratulatory towards his brothers, his tone and face are despondent as he lowers his head to the bar unable to witness the space that used to be filled with Grace, to participate in a celebration that she was to help lead.

Polly lovingly places her hand on his head, consoling him that "there will be others" and Tommy does agree, toasting to the others, "all of them," as he confirms that while he'll let her physically go, the emotional hold Grace has on him will remain. He won't swear off sex but he confirms that his one true love is gone and unable to be replaced.

In the face of the choice to let her go, I think Tommy thought that he could move on more than he does, even if not fully. He wants to convince himself that he can consign her to the past to be able to survive without her. However, the recap let's us know so clearly that while it might be "two years later," all of his feelings and internal conflicts are still there.

In the family meeting, Tommy tells Esme to speak for herself as they are a "modern" business that believes in equal rights. Polly challenges him asserting that "you don't listen to a word" the women say. She questions, "Maybe you don't trust us."

Tommy looks down and doesn't respond. Polly follows up, saying, "she was one woman, Thomas" with a switch from Tommy to Thomas. She appeals to his sense of family, her role of his elder who has known him and has taken care of him since birth. She implies she knows better. But he continues to look down and refuses to engage, very much like the little boy the name change suggests. For Tommy, she wasn't one woman, but the woman.

Polly suggests, "Maybe it's time to forget about her." "Forget about who," he finally replies, still refusing to look at her. And with this, Tommy wins the exchange. Polly gives in, unlocks the safe, and after Tommy leaves, she pushes coins off the table.

The level of frustration and the fact that they don't mention Grace's name but that everyone knows who they are talking about supports the idea that they've had this conversation many times before with the same results. Grace's memory and what she means to Tommy, being his "one," is still startlingly clear. And with that, we see his strategies to survive without her: bury his feelings and distract himself with work and sex as the exact next scene is his first sex scene with Lizzie.

As only the second sex scene we see Tommy in (astoundingly in contrast to later seasons), the scene couldn't be more explicit of how different this exchange is from his physical and emotional intimacy with Grace.

With Grace, they hold and gently caress the other. They kiss constantly and undress, surrendering to the other in their most vulnerable state. They change positions as Tommy pulls Grace on top of him in a position of control and power. He let Grace lead, not just willing to give up control for once but desiring it. He only makes a move with her in the first place after Grace implies that he should stay all night (before that he's trying to reassure her that he'll leave once the police search quiets down). What happens is dependent upon Grace's consent and desires, just as when he asks her "properly" to dance and thus touches her in the first place.

With Lizzie, this is a physical and economic exchange as he's called her as a sex worker to his office. He's almost fully clothed, barely touches her, doesn't look at her, and barely speaks to her when they are finished, and she's trying to engage with him. He is in complete control.

She asks him if he'll "come back" to visit her before he goes to London and he shortly says, "no" as he counts off her payment to lay on the desk. Disappointed, Lizzie relates that she "wishes just once you wouldn't pay me. As if we were ordinary people." Tommy just says, "yeah," and leaves.

It's significant that even when coping with sex, Tommy goes back to a past relationship before Grace verses the idea of moving on with anyone new. Lizzie thinks the distance between them is due to their positions. But in reality, he's only called her here to help drown out the memories of Grace that Polly evoked. She is what stands between them.

Thus, Tommy gives her what he can, even if it is not what Lizzie truly wants. As he hires her to be his secretary, he tells Lizzie, "You can stop the other work...all of it. No exceptions," including him - especially him. Hiring Lizzie for real is his way to end things between them officially.

Their exchanges aren't actually helping him to forget Grace, so he might as well stop. He tried to escape to a person and a time before her, but it's just not possible. What Lizzie wants - a loving future with Tommy - is still something he only wants to offer Grace.

The lovely irony of the episode is that Grace never truly appears. No one ever even says her name (not Polly, Tommy, or Campbell - who we'll address in part 3). However, she has so much presence in the episode and significance to the narrative: the development of all Tommy's other relationships with women and his central conflict of the season. She has so much impact on Tommy's life, even when she isn't physically present. It leaves the audience thinking about her, missing her, and longing for her return - purposefully mimicking Tommy's own feelings.

It will be Tommy at the beginning of 2×02 who will first directly and explicitly mention Grace - and it reveals so much of the hold she still has on him two years later (that we'll contemplate next time!).

#tommy x grace #tommy shelby #grace burgess #grace shelby #peaky blinders

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Tommy Shelby Master list

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

Gif by @thesoldiersminute gif set

Mini series

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

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

One Shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Photoshoot- Peaky Blinders edition

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

Grandma knows best -

Because of you- modern Tommy Shelby

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

Series

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

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

Brotherhood (coming soon)

Blurbs here

Series

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

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creativepawsworld · 1 year

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Silence - Chapter 28

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = Polly receives a telegram she is furious with and brings Ana to tame her temper. Tommy, exchanges some harsh words, leaving Ana feeling angry, upset and frustrated.

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Sexual Relations, Murder, Violence, Religion, Grammar, mentions of Death

Word Count = 2647

Note = TWO updates...What? No honestly I am overwhelmed with the support this story has been getting, honestly I can not thank you all enough. Also finally getting around to using this amazing banner by Selene @forgottenpeakywriter please show some love and support as it is awesome!

The boys had returned from London a few days ago with smiles on their faces, I took that as a sign that good things happened. They achieved whatever it was they had wanted.

Upon arriving home, Tommy had sanctioned the rebuild of The Garrison. The locals crying out for their local to be re-established. The Garrison was the heart of Small Heath for the residents of Watery Lane, Artillery Street, and Montague Street, not to mention the other surrounding areas.

I just found the idea of it hard.

“Ana come with me” Polly voice interrupted my work, looking up from the suit jacket on my desk, the woman was standing in front of me. Face like thunder, my coat in her hand.

Glancing over at the clock on the wall, it was approaching five thirty in the evening. I had been so lost in thought I had missed out on the majority of the afternoon.

“What’s going on Polly?” I asked with a sigh, standing to my feet taking the coat from her hands putting it around my shoulders. “Father, that’s me for tonight.” I call to the man who was busy making the suits for the Italians, all I got was a nod in response.

He insisted on making the suits himself, keeping all the expensive materials by his desk. If I had so much as looked in the direction, he would send me back to my desk doing the menial tasks for the locals, replacing zips, fixings holes, re-hemming trousers or fixing waistlines.

Finishing all the tedious jobs, I opted to complete the requests of the other Peaky Blinder boys, one requesting a suit jacket, another a waistcoat. I had asked my father on numerous occasions, about who he had borrowed the money from and if he had repaid the debt yet, but each time I was met with the same answer, I’m dealing with Ana.

“I need you there so I don’t do something I both regret” She growled, holding the door open, her pace a lot faster than her usual walk as she marched towards the Shelby Company Limited building. “Is he here?” She barked at Lizzie, who was sitting behind the secretary desk in the front room.

Lizzie had started working as Tommy’s secretary after he returned from London. I wasn’t entirely thrilled with the idea, but Tommy insisted that it was nothing more than a job. Lizzie helped him overcome a lot of things since he returned from the war, and this was his way of thanking her.

“No, but I am expecting him back shortly” Lizzie nodded, looking up from her typewriter, her eyes scanning over the both of us, a inquisitive look on her face as she stared at Polly.

With another growl under her voice, Polly stomped upstairs towards his office, stripping the coat from her shoulders and pulling a letter from her purse before sitting in Tommy’s chair waiting on his return.

“Why are you so angry with Tommy?” I asked taking a seat on one of the green leather chairs in front of the desk once my coat was hung up.

Without uttering a single word, Polly reached over giving me the paper in her hands the words Let us break bread together in the middle. Shrugging my shoulders I looked up at the older woman, confused. Did she expect me to know what that meant?

“He has chosen to side with the Jews Ana. He has personally declared war on the Italians.”

“No, no he wouldn’t be so stupid not after everything with Billy Kimber. He promised.” I breathed out uneasy, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

“You’re right Ana, he isn’t stupid” Her words held so much venom as she spoke. “He purposely set off to London to do this. Going to Sabini’s club, beating up his men. Arthur lost a bloody fucking tooth and for what? To prove who has the biggest dick of all?”

Polly finished, her hands shaking with absolute anger as I let the words sink in. Sabini, the name of an Italian gangster in London. A big racetrack owner in his own right.

I couldn’t help but fit pieces together in my own little jigsaw. These must be the men my father had gotten himself into so much debt with. The men requesting the ridiculously expensive suits and not paying a penny towards them.

Tommy knew who my father was in debt to when I told him the other night. After mentioning they were Italian his complete body language changed and now I find out he went to London to add fuel to the fire, was he insane?

“Newmarket was profitable” Tommy spoke walking into the office, paperwork under his arm. Polly rose to her feet as soon as he entered.

A nervous feeling overcame my chest as my stomach churned with sickness. I was trying to figure out how all of this was going to turn out. I didn’t know much about the Sabini gang, I didn’t want to, but I knew nothing good could come from it.

Nothing good ever came from being involved with gangsters. That was blantely obvious over the years.

“Arthur told me how you left your message” Polly’s voice firm as Tommy placed the paperwork on his desk, a hand on my shoulder giving it a light squeeze before walking over to the table, pouring himself a glass of the brown liquid he had become depended on.

Polly followed after him asking about Arthur’s medicine her words barely registering in my head as I held the telegram in my hand. Tommy, either completely unphased or not listening to his aunt, continuously cleared his throat, marching back to his desk to reopening the paperwork he had arrived with, Polly now next to me.

“STOP fucking fighting me” Tommy spoke, voice slightly raised along with his hand as he interrupted the words falling from her mouth.

“Somebody has to.” Polly returned, before turning to me, hand out. Placing the paper into her hand she threw it on the desk in front of Tommy. “That arrived an hour ago, there’s no name on it but it comes from Camden Town”

Tommy lifted the paper from the desk, taking it in both hands he stared down at the words. I waited for a reaction, anything but there was nothing.

“I was gonna burn it, should have” Polly raged, walking over to the coat rack and grabbing her coat. “Well done Tommy, you’ve picked a side now your at war with Sabini” She finished leaving the room.

Tommy not making eye contact, let the telegram fall from his hands. I could see the millions of thoughts running through his mind, his hand reaching off to the side lifting the glass of whiskey and taking a sip.

“You here to shout at me as well?” He asked, eyes staring off into the distance.

“No” I whispered, closing my eyes I leaned my elbow on the sides of the chair, resting a hand over my mouth as I fought back the sickness.

“Did you father take the money?” He asked, huffing out a breathe throwing himself back into his seat, his hands searching through his coat pockets for his packet of cigarettes.

“Did you know before you went to London that it was Sabini my father was in debt to?” I asked ignoring his question.

Tommy, leaned forward striking the match, bringing it to his lips, his eyes finally falling on mine, the tears threatening to fall as my stomach continued to twist and turn, the nausea becoming unbearable.

“Did your father say it was Sabini he was in debt to?” He asked, eyebrows raised as he inhaled deeply on the cigarette, the smoke clouding his face as he exhaled it from his nose and mouth.

“No, he just tells me he is dealing with it” I reply, a stray tear falling from my eye. Wiping it away quickly, I waited in silence for Tommy to answer my unanswered question.

“Probably doesn’t want to worry you” Tommy sighed, reaching forward, tipping the smoked ash into an awaiting ashtray.

Biting the side of my lip, anger began to grow in my chest, constricting around my heart as Tommy looked down at his paperwork, continuing to work as if I wasn’t in the room.

“Tommy” I spoke through gritted teeth, the tone of my voice bringing his attention to me. Looking up at me through his eyelashes, he raised a questioning eyebrow, wanting me to continue. “What happened in London? Why did you start a war?”

“To expand into London, I need to make room. Everything that happened was done out of necessity, Stace. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t understand” I repeated my tongue running along my bottom lip as I nodded. There he was dismissing me again.

“No, you wouldn’t. This is real business Stace not stitching together a few bits of fabric and making a suit.” Tommy spoke, his words cold, but his tone cut through me like he had just sliced me with a knife. It was filled with disgust, disrespect, dare I saw hatred?

“Fuck you Tommy.” I spat, standing forcefully to my feet, purse clutched in my hand as I made my way to the coat rack, throwing the garment around my shoulders. “At least I make an honest living unlike you, going around cutting people who look at you the wrong way like some kind of animal.”

“Eh?” Tommy yelled back, standing to his feet so fast, his chair hit off the wall behind him with an almighty bang. “An animal? You think an a fucking animal? You have no fucking idea the things I am truly capable of Anastasia, no fucking clue.”

“No because you don’t fucking let me in Tommy. You let everybody else in, Polly, Esme, Grace, fucking Lizzie but me, the woman your supposed to love is just there to keep your cock wet just like Arthur said.”

“You think your fucking here to keep my cock wet eh?” He asked, his tone dark as he rounded his desk. Three long strides and he was by me next to the door. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he glared down at me, his eyes unrecognisable.

“I could have any woman keeping my cock wet Stace, Lizzie was fucking begging for it the other day. Grace still writes to me asking for it so be fucking grateful…”

His words were cut short by my hand slapping across the side of his face harshly. His head turning to the side, a red hand print showing up on his cheek as he pursed his lips together.

“Fuck you Thomas Shelby, fuck you” I spat, tears falling from my eyes but I refused to let him see them.

Walking around him, I marched from his office, almost running down the stairs. Lizzie was standing in the door frame of her office listening to every word, her head falling her chest, avoiding all eye contact as I passed.

Storming out into the street, the rain bounced off the ground, filling the puddles even more. The anger in my chest was just building and building as I trudged through them down the street.

The thought of him keeping his business from me hurt, but I grew used to it over the years, but keeping letters that Grace had been sending, a secret. That broke me.

Not able to contain the scream, I ducked into a nearby alleyway, assuring I was towards the end of it before letting go.

Clutching onto my chest, I screamed for as long and for as loud as I could. The sound reverberated off the walls, echoing back towards me, the sound deafening.

“Ana? Ana Adler?” A voice called from the top of the alleyway, a lanky man stood at the end. With the darkness, I couldn’t quite make him out until the match he used to light his cigarette lit up his face.

“Colin?” I called back, brushing the tears from my face as if it would make a difference. He had already witnessed me screaming into the darkness.

“Yeah, it’s me. Everything alright?” He asked, walking closer towards me, his clothes black and dusty, after finishing his shift at the factory.

“I’ve had better days” I replied, shifting between my feet, before walking back towards the exit and into the light. I wanted to feel more comfortable being around the man I barely knew.

“Yeah I figured” He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “You scream in dark alleyways often?”

“No” I returned the laugh, shaking my head as we stood underneath a street lamp, the rain easing off slightly. “How are you? Haven’t seen you since…” I trailed off a part of me still not able to accept the words, graveyard, or funeral just yet.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t think Thomas Shelby would like another bloke sniffing around his girl, even if it were for a chat.” He inhaled, puffing on the cigarette, the smoke disappearing instantly into the night air and his lungs.

“So what’s changed?”

“You were screaming in a dark alleyway, alone. That’s, that’s what changed” He laughed, tossing the cigarette away, his hands finding his pockets for some warmth.

“I guess that would attract anyone’s attention” I smiled back, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, looking down at my feet. My cheeks were red from the embarrassment of being caught.

“Yeah it certainly would. How are things? Are you doing okay?” Colin asked, leaning forward slightly on his feet. I was just about to take a step back when a voice I wasn’t ready to hear spoke.

“She is doing just fine, aren’t you love.” Tommy said from behind me, his tone low, threatening as he looked at the taller gentleman.

Biting my tongue, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I looked at him, his eyes glaring at Colin, who had now taken a step back, hands raised in a defence position.

“I wasn’t trying to… I worked with her brother, she…I mean”

“Fuck off.” Tommy dismissed, his eyes not leaving Colin’s until he was walking back down the street, tail between his legs and out of sight.

“What was that?” I asked, turning towards the man, a glare of my own thrown his way, but as usual, he wasn’t affected.

Whatever was going on inside his mind had preoccupied him. It was stressing him out, and he redirected that stress, that anger towards me.

“We will talk when we get home Anastasia” His voice carrying a bored tone.

Sparing me a glance, he nodded his head, silently telling me to follow. Part of me wanted to tell him to go fuck himself but the other part wanted out of the rain.

Turning his back to me, he started walking towards the old factory warehouse, the only place he trusted his car to be parked after the incident with the Lee’s.

Sighing, I walked after him, the part of me wanting out of the rain winning. I was already soaked through and miserable, I didn't see the need to prolong it.

We walked in silence, the rain bouncing off the ground was the only sound until we rounded the corner, the factory fires billowing out, bringing a nice amber glow to the street.

Tommy walked ahead towards the car while I admired the light, a warmth coming over me, much like it had the night of the bonfire in Watery Lane all those years ago.

Taking a moment to reminisce in the fond memories, I entered in after him. My heart instantly stopped.

Tommy was now standing with his hands raised as a man exited his car, gun in hand, pointed straight at him.

What had we just walked into?

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transformers-mosaic · 7 months

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Transformers: Mosaic #439 - "She's Got The Power"

Originally posted on December 14th, 2009

Story - Juan Pablo Osorio Story, Letters - Franco Villa Art - Alberto Treviño

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

Later revised and annotated for Transformers: The Lost Seasons

wada sez: The title here comes from another Jem song. The twist here is that the Jem we’ve seen in this story isn’t Jerrica Benton, but her younger sister, Kimber! Per Villa: “And so it ends... why isn't there Jerrica under the Jem hologram? After so many years, something changed: what happened to Jerrica? Did she get married? Did she leave the Holograms?” Alas, we’ll never know. Villa continued on deviantART: “Since it takes place 20 years later, we would suggest that not only Jem is a different person, but this Kimber is not the original one as well”. Italian version below.

#Transformers #Transformers Mosaic #Maccadam #Sunbow Transformers #Transformers: The Lost Seasons #Juan Pablo Osorio #Franco Villa #Alberto Treviño #Jem #Kimber #Frenzy #Synergy #Fortress Maximus #Brainstorm #Rewind #Blaster

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cheekypeakyblinder · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

It was late. Monaghan boy had lost. Everyone had gone home. And Thomas sat between his newly gained money. Drinking a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigarette.

Franny and Polly walked into the betting shop. Polly put her coat down on the table and Franny sat down on the opposite side of Thomas lighting a cigarette. 'So Monaghan Boy finally lost.' Polly said gently. To which Thomas drew in a big breath. 'Third time unlucky.' he said

'We took money from all over the city.' He said looking around at the money. 'Yeah but you pay it back to people around here.' Polly said looking at the stacks of money. 'Buy your popularity back.' 'Already done.' Franny said blowing out a big cloud of smoke. 'Taught you well.' Polly said to her petting her on her shoulder. Then she looked over to Thomas.

'And you fixed this race without the permission of Billy Kimber?' She said putting her hands on the table and looking him dead in the eye. This was serious. Franny knew because whatever they did totally agreed with Kimber. he was almost the owner of all the racetracks. She was actually furious with Thomas. Ada and herself ran this business when the boys were away fighting Polly. They always did whatever Billy Kimber had to say. And now Thomas was throwing it all to shit.

She would love to listen to whatever he had to say but how he was handling it all right now was horseshite. He told no one, and only came to her when he needed money. Franny sat on his opponent and was looking at him her hand up high with the cigarette in it. Thomas was about to take a sip from his whiskey not wanting to say anything. 'For fucks sake Thomas.' Franny said wanting to get the cup from him. But Polly was faster she picked up the cup and threw it against a wall. The glass splinters flew everywhere.

And for once she saw Thomas trying to hide from the splinters. Fascinating she thought to herself. 'Obviously, didn't teach you well enough.' Polly spat at Thomas. 'Rule one. You don't punch above your weight.' Thomas sat up straight. 'Billy Kimber is there for the taking.' Thomas said looking up at Polly.

'Says who?' Franny said. 'says Tommy and his parliament of one?' Polly asked him. 'I ran this fucking business for five years...' Polly said putting her hands back on the table. 'Yeah, while I was away fighting, remember?' Thomas now added sitting up towards Polly too. 'Where I learned some things, such as, you strike when your enemy is weak.' Thomas said while standing up. 'Now I thought you came here to talk family business.' Thomas said lighting another cigarette. And standing up against the stove. Polly just raised her hands.

'We'll deal with it. You're too busy taking over the world.' Polly said while taking her coat and hat. 'Polly.' Thomas said looking at the table. 'If it's about Ada, I need to know.' He said Franny then stood up and picked a letter out of her corset. 'Ada wants you to give this letter to Freddie.' Franny said giving him the letter. 'She wants Freddie to know she's having his baby. He deserves an opportunity to do the right thing.' Polly explained. ' I say we give them a chance.' she added.

Franny had said nothing it was not her place. She loved Ada, and she knew that Ada loved Freddie. But if he was gone the smart move might be to abort the baby. Thomas was fiddling with the letter in his hands. 'For a woman who's had a hard life with men, you're still full of romance, eh?' Thomas asked looking at the letter. 'What do you think Freddie sees in our Ada?' Thomas suddenly spoke up. 'That's Freddie's business.'

Franny then said standing up. She knew where this was going and didn’t like it. 'No.' Thomas just said. He was shaking his head and waving the letter.

'No. I'll tell you what he sees. He sees machine guns, rifles, ammunition, and some glorious revolution.' Thomas said taking a deep breath. 'What is it you really don't like about Freddie?' Franny asked.

'She'll have no life with a man on the run.' Thomas said. 'If you can't see that, you can't see much.' He then did what Franny feared he put the letter on the stove to which Franny was incredibly fast and picked up the nearest thing she could find and raised it. She would hit Thomas with it or she would save the letter one or the other.

But Thomas was faster and he pushed the letter into the stove. Making Polly and Franny gasp. Franny bit on her lip and threw the fire iron she had picked up so hard against the stove that she saw Thomas look at her. He almost never flinched but this was the closest she could get.

'Damn them for what they did to you in France.' Franny yelled at him. She took her coat and she was on her way out of the betting shop when she heard Thomas yell after her. 'Tell Ada, Freddie went to America... Or Russia.' 'It would do no good for Ada to bring a baby into the world alone.' Thomas said raising his voice and his hand to explain his words.

'Listen!' 'the truth is Francis. You would have hit me with that thing if you knew I wasn't right.' He said earning another glare from Franny before she threw the door. The next morning both Franny and Polly went back to the shop when they saw Ada awake. Franny was making tea while Polly opened the curtains. 'I thought I heard someone knock... Then I couldn't get back to sleep.' Ada spoke. Franny came back with tea and gave everyone a cup. 'The longer you leave it, the worse it gets.' Polly spoke as she stood behind the couch Franny was sitting on. She walked to the front and sat close to Ada. 'Believe me...I know.' She admitted.

Both Ada and Franny shifted their faces and looked at Polly. 'I was sixteen. And I didn't dare tell anyone.' she spoke.

'Polly, Freddie will come back.' Ada said softly. But Polly didn't respond to Ada. 'In the end, I did it myself. I did it to myself.' Polly said. 'And... And I almost died.' She admitted a tear rolling down her cheek. 'And he didn't come back.' she said a lump in her throat.

'They don't.. why should they?' 'You know the words... You're a whore, the baby's a bastard. But there's no word for the man who doesn't come back.' Franny had put her hand on Ada's. And Polly leaned in and did it too. 'One day, on your wedding day, you'll have a good man on your arm, and you'll say, Polly, thank you for common sense.'

Franny had said nothing in this conversation. Polly was like a mom to Ada. Their mom died at Finn's birth so they didn't have much after that. Their dad left and Polly was left to raise them. 'This woman is in Cardiff. we'll take the train tomorrow.' Polly explained.

'We go to the castle afterward for a treat.' Franny said also with a lump in her throat Ada just nodded and turned her head to look in the fire. Polly stood up and laid her hand on Ada's shoulder before going on with her business. Franny however still said next to Ada her hand on hers. Ada turned around and Franny could see the tears running down her face. She hugged Ada till she fell asleep.

The next day.

Polly, Ada, and Franny were walking over to the train station. All three of them holding a bag. 'I think if we go over there.' Franny was pointing toward the end. 'There might be some empty carriages. When suddenly someone threw his cigarette away and looked up. 'Freddie.' Franny said breathlessly. 'I got a tip-off.' Freddie said stepping towards Ada. 'Freddie... Tommy will kill you.' Polly said. 'It was Tommy who tipped me off.' Freddie spoke up.

'Maybe he's got half a heart after all. Tommy send me a message saying 'Get out of town, take her with you.' he spoke. Freddie looked at Franny for a second before he sat down on one knee.

'Ada Shelby... Will you marry me?' He asked holding up a ring with a huge smile on his face. To Ada, her face started to smile for the first time in days. 'Yes...' Ada started nodding. And repeating herself while Freddie put the ring on her finger. He stood up and they shared a kiss.

Franny couldn't contain her smirk. She was so happy for Ada. She had been talking about Freddie for six months straight. Franny knew Ada had it bad for him.

when they were done swallowing each other she looked back at Franny who was smirking and almost jumped around her neck the both of them almost squealing at each other. She shared a hug with Polly. 'Right, get on that bloody train and get out of here.' Polly said pulling Ada towards the train. 'come on both of you' Polly said happily.

But Freddie stayed put. And Franny started to get a nasty feeling Freddie wasn't let off that easy. 'Freddie come on.' Ada said. 'Freddie, Cardiff's okay. Anywhere but here is okay.' She said still with a smile on her face. 'We're not going anywhere, Ada.' Freddie stated.

Franny stood behind Ada and she crossed her arms looking at him. He walked over to Ada and grabbed her hand. 'We are going to stay here, we are going to marry here.' He said looking at her. He then switched his gaze towards Polly and Franny. 'I'm not afraid of Tommy Shelby.' He said while taking Ada's hand and walking off the train station with her.

Leaving Polly and Franny. Who both let their heads down. 'Why is it never easy.' Franny said rolling her eyes as she opened her arm for Polly to link it towards the house.

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okay so I was panicking over how soon opening night is and I was super hungry but couldn’t eat because food Disgusted Me but then I went for a walk outside with some friends and now I’m eating!!!! yay!!! (but also omg opening night is in less than two weeks AH)

OH I SEE JAHDGJASG we all get jitters babe don't worry!!!! i'm glad you're eating now tho that's important!! and i know you will do great!!!! if you need a hug i'm hugging you also!!! 🥺💖💖💖

#inbox #lost letters from kimber #kimber tag #<333

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6 Lesbian Manga/Graphic Novels You Are Reading Right Now You Just don't Know It Yet

Goodbye My Rose Garden

In this beautiful new yuri manga, a young British noblewoman asks her maid to kill her...but the two fall in love instead!

Early in the twentieth century, Hanako journeys to England to follow her dream of becoming a novelist. When things don’t work out quite as she planned, she finds employment as a personal maid to noblewoman Alice Douglas, who makes a most unusual request: she begs Hanako to kill her! As Hanako tries to figure out why her mistress would make such a shocking plea, their relationship grows into something far deeper.

https://www.amazon.com/Goodbye-My-Rose-Garden-Vol/dp/1645052915

Monstress

Set in an alternate matriarchal 1900's Asia, in a richly imagined world of art deco-inflected steam punk, MONSTRESS tells the story of a teenage girl who is struggling to survive the trauma of war, and who shares a mysterious psychic link with a monster of tremendous power, a connection that will transform them both and make them the target of both human and otherworldly powers.

https://www.amazon.com/Monstress-1-Awakening-Marjorie-Liu/dp/1632157098/

I Married My Best Friend to Shut My Parents Up

A brand-new yuri manga about falling in love AFTER marriage!

Morimoto, a young professional woman in Japan, wishes her parents would stop trying to get her to marry a man and settle down. In an unexpected move, her friend from high school offers to be her wife in a sham marriage, to make Morimoto’s parents back off. But this “fake” marriage could unearth something very real!

https://www.amazon.com/Married-Best-Friend-Shut-Parents/dp/1642753289/

MOONSTRUCK

Werewolf barista Julie and her new girlfriend go on a date to a close-up magic show, but all heck breaks loose when the magician casts a horrible spell on their friend Chet. Now it's up to the team of mythical pals to stop the illicit illusionist before it's too late. The first chapter of the brand-new, all-ages, magical, coffee-laden adventure from Lumberjanes creator GRACE ELLIS and talented newcomer SHAE BEAGLE. Collects MOONSTRUCK #1-5

https://www.amazon.com/Moonstruck-Vol-1-Grace-Ellis-ebook/dp/B075SPKRPG/

CREMA

Esme, a barista, feels invisible, like a ghost.... Also, when Esme drinks too much coffee she actually sees ghosts.

Yara, the elegant heir to a coffee plantation, is always seen, but only has eyes for Esme.

Their world is turned upside down when the strange ghost of an old-world nobleman begs Esme to take his letter from NYC to a haunted coffee farm in Brazil, to reunite him with his lost love of a century ago. Bringing sinister tidings of unrequited love.

#1 New York Times Best-Selling cartoonist Johnnie Christmas (writer) and Prism Award Nominee Dante L. (artist) bring you a haunted tale of love, ghosts and coffee beans.

https://www.amazon.com/CREMA-comiXology-Originals-Johnnie-Christmas-ebook/dp/B08CJX46KJ/

Jem and the Holograms

IT’S SHOWTIME, SYNERGY! JERRICA BENTON and her sisters KIMBER, AJA, and SHANA are trying to make it as a band… but JERRICA’s stage fright is holding them back. But when they make a shocking discovery in their father’s secret laboratory, the mysterious SYNERGY changes everything, and JEM AND THE HOLOGRAMS are born… just wait till PIZZAZZ and the MISFITS find out they have competition! This beautiful oversized hardcover collects the first 10 issues of the critically acclaimed series, plus the double-length Annual, the Holiday Special, and the Valentine Special!

https://www.amazon.com/Jem-Holograms-Outrageous-Kelly-Thompson/dp/1631406604

#gay #lesbian #lgbtq #lgbt #wlw #bi #girls who like girls #bisexual #manga #graphic novel #comics #monstress #jem and the holograms #goodbye my rose garden #moonstruck #i Married My Best Friend to Shut My Parents Up #crema

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Tommy x Grace - Tommy x Lizzie Anti-Parallels

I wanted to make a breakdown post about how both relationships have the same things happen (baby, marriage, May, working for Tommy) but have totally different outcomes. This is really long. Just warning you.

lets start with season 1:

The church confession vs sidewalk pickup

Similarities

He sets them both up for failure. “You’re a good catholic girl aren’t ya?” and “That’s 8 bloody pounds.”

Offers them a job. Grace - book keeper and Lizzie - prostitute (she’s supposed to have quit). They both accept.

They both get upset when they realize he is calling them out. “you pull a pint like someone who’s thinking about it” “John will make his own decision but he will have all the facts”

The face caress. This actually what made me realize how similar these scenes were.

Differences

He takes Grace from the street to a church while with Lizzie he just stays on the street.

He’s happy Grace accepted the offer but upset Lizzie did.

When Grace gets upset and goes to leave he stops her but with Lizzie he lets her go.

Him and Grace kiss after the face caress where Lizzie slaps his hand away.

In the scene with Lizzie he constantly has the upper hand but with Grace, she knocks him off balance a bit “and perhaps mine”.

END RESULT: GRACE - Tommy leaves first and both are feeling pretty good. LIZZIE - Lizzie leaves first and both are upset

season 2:

Sex scene with Lizzie vs sex scene with Grace

Similarities

SEX. I think this is the only similarity but I could be missing something.

Differences

L&T are almost fully clothed where G&T are naked

L&T have groaning. G&T there is only music.

Lizzie does most the talking afterwards in their scene. Tommy does most of the talking with Grace.

Tommy leaves Lizzie right after and stays the night with Grace

The lighting is more warm with L&T and more cool with G&T

Pays Lizzie money and not Grace.

END RESULT: GRACE - he stays the night with her LIZZIE - he leaves right away

First scene after both women have accepted the job

Similarities

Tommy wants a letter delivered

Differences

Tommy tells Lizzie the information of the letter and she is actually the one that writes it. With Grace he doesn’t let her in on the details of the letter he wants her to deliver.

Grace is brought up in the scene with Lizzie (her letter from NY). Lizzie is not in G&T scene.

Tommy and Lizzie are together when scene ends. Tommy leaves during scene with Grace.

Grace asks questions. Lizzie none, just relays information.

Lizzie seems to be awed by who the letter is to (churchill) and Grace comes off as suspicious of him having her deliver a letter to his sister.

Grace over steps her bounds with the champagne and Lizzie does everything pretty much perfectly

END RESULT: GRACE - Tommy leaves and Grace is upset with him. LIZZIE - Tommy stays and him and Lizzie are in good spirits with each other

Using Lizzie at the end of s2 vs using Grace with Kimber (both are at the races)

Similarities

Tommy uses both women. Grace to close the deal with Kimber and Lizzie to get Russel alone.

He instructs them about their apparel. Lizzie to undo 2 buttons. Grace to wear a red dress.

Neither lady is too pleased with him and both let him know it.

Differences

Tommy makes it in time to save Grace from getting raped but not Lizzie

He never planned on saving Grace but did where as he planned on getting to Lizzie on time but didn’t

Once he seen what Kimber was doing to Grace he rushed in but when you could clearly hear what was going down with Lizzie and Russel, he kept at the same pace till he made it to them (wtf though. this will never fail to piss me off. like you can clearly hear Lizzie in pain and he can’t even run to her)

There was dancing and flirting with Grace but none of that with Lizzie. Lizzie tried to convey her feelings to Tommy but he wasn’t even paying attention.

Grace kept her voice a whisper when told what to do even when pissed. Lizzie raised her voice and even threatened Tommy.

Tommy kills Russel but not Billy Kimber (not then)

He tried to comfort Lizzie (she ain’t having it) but not Grace

Tommy made it to Grace because he came early where with Lizzie he would have made it in time even though he had to go around if he wouldn’t have went to Campbell to just to gloat about Grace’s feelings for him.

He put his plan in jeopardy to save Grace and put Lizzie in jeopardy to gloat to his enemy.

MY THOUGHTS: There has to be way more that I’m missing but these aren’t just one scene each and there is so many layers behind all of the scenes.

END RESULT: GRACE - Doesn’t get raped and leaves with Tommy. Lizzie - Gets raped and leaves separately from Tommy

Season 4

Lizzie with May and Grace with May

Similarities

both women have little snark fest with May over Tommy

May comes to the area both are already at

The women that start the snark are the ones that Tommy favors the least at that moment

Differences

May is the aggressor with Grace in her scene whereas Lizzie is the aggressor in her scene with May.

Grace wins/has the last word with May whereas May gets the last word with Lizzie

After L&M had words Tommy still tried to hook up with May but after G&M had words Tommy never tried to hook up with her again (while grace was alive)

Tommy is pissed with Lizzie about it but we never find out what he thinks about G&M

END RESULT: GRACE - Has the last word and May leaves instead of waiting for Tommy. LIZZIE - Lizzie doesn’t get the last word and May waits for Tommy

Pregnancy announcement

Similarities

both announce to Tommy they’re pregnant when he has other things on his mind

both tell him he’s the father and he believes both of them.

“a baby Thomas” and “a little you and me”

Differences

At first he tells Grace to pass it off as her husband’s but implies to Lizzie to get rid of it

He’s shocked with Grace and lost for words but just stone faced with Lizzie

Grace tells him I love you but Lizzie never says anything like that

He tells Grace he will figure out what to do later whereas he tell Lizzie how it’s going to go down right away

He gets lost in the moment with Grace but with Lizzie his mind is still stuck with what happened (killed 3)

He plans on Marrying Grace (after he doesn’t die) and plans on just giving Lizzie a house and Money

He leaves WITH Lizzie but leaves Grace to keep with his plan

MY THOUGHTS: Tommy isn’t in a good headspace for the news with either one. He seems happy about it with Grace but to me it’s more happy that she loves him than that she is pregnant. I don’t think he came across as unhappy with Lizzie but more like oh ok we’ll deal with it. I definitely think it showed the disconnect between Lizzie in Tommy this scene but more on that during this next section.

END RESULT: GRACE - He’s happy and the scene ends with them going separate ways with future unknown. LIZZIE - He’s not happy (not mad though) and the scene ends with them leaving together and future plans known

Garrison murders aftermath vs I killed 3 (during pregnancy announcement)

Similarities

Tommy is in a bad mental place because of what just happened

Both try to give comfort (Lizzie the handhold and Grace the hug)

Differences

Grace is able to bring comfort to Tommy (the closed eyes when they are hugging) whereas Lizzie tries but it doesn’t work.

Grace seen what Tommy did but Lizzie only heard about it

Grace brings Tommy comfort because they just saw each other murder someone and can understand what the other is feeling whereas Lizzie hasn’t done that yet and can’t connect on that level

Grace and Tommy are interrupted by Moss whereas Tommy breaks it up with him and Lizzie

Grace kind of puts Tommy in that situation whereas Lizzie has nothing to do with it (not directly at least but it did all start because she was dating Angel)

MY THOUGHTS: Grace brings Tommy comfort for this sort of thing because she’s seen him at his worst and vice versa and she understands. They just get each other on a deeper level. Lizzie tries to comfort him with the handhold but when she bends down to him they bump heads (ouch) and she doesn’t know what to say to bring comfort. They also don’t keep the forehead touch going on like G&T do. She brings up the baby but that’s not what he needs right at the moment. It’s telling right before she goes in to tell him, he is looking at Grace’s picture. Longing for comfort from the person who gave it to him before. This scene is where Lizzie also tells Tommy if he thinks she would get rid of their baby he doesn’t know her (showing he doesn’t really know her. which is also shown in the “WTF was that” scene about May). Yet, he’s told Grace they “know each other”.

END RESULT: GRACE - Moss breaks up their hug and Tommy is still upset and not hiding it. Then he walks her home and they share a cigarette (showing they’ve become closer as it’s more intimate). LIZZIE - Tommy breaks up the hand hold and pulls himself together even though he is still upset and drives her home but we don’t see it.

Season 5

Lizzie shoots gun vs Garrison murders

Similarities

Both women are wearing maroon

Both walk out with the gun and start shooting

Tommy is stunned both times

There are 2 other men involved

Tommy’s life is threatened both times when each woman comes out

Both shoot twice

Both save Tommy’s life

Happens at night

Differences

Lizzie doesn’t shoot anybody, just in the air but Grace shoots and kills one of the men

Lizzie speaks and then Tommy. For Garrison murders, Tommy speaks and then Grace.

Lizzie keeps the gun pointed at Tommy but Grace never points it at him (towards him at Byrne but not at him)

Tommy looks hurt that Lizzie is pointing gun at him and upset with Grace for shooting when he told her to just point

In the pub both men are IRA and at the house both men are Gypsies

Both men live with Lizzie but both men die with Grace

Happens inside with Grace and outside with Lizzie

Grace and Tommy get hurt but Lizzie and Tommy are both fine

Tommy and Lizzie help both men (Lizzie calls ambulance for Aberama and Tommy helps Johnny inside) whereas Grace and Tommy kill both men

Lizzie walks inside during scene and Tommy heads that way too but Grace and Tommy both just stand there till the next scene

Lizzie was shaking holding the gun but Grace was steady (she has training)

L&T sex scene in bedroom vs G&T sex scene at Ada’s

Similarities

close up on their faces at the beginning

the lighting is similar in color

the kissing is very audible in both scenes

the hand gripping the furniture

Differences

Lizzie lays down how things are going to go whereas Grace is trying to figure out

Grace touches Tommy’s face but Tommy is the one touching Lizzies face

Tommy focuses mainly on Lizzie’s body but focuses only on Grace’s face

the music is loud during G&T scene but low on L&T

heavy moaning during L&T during the sex but music takes over during G&T

G&T kiss most of the scene but L&T there is only a bit of it

Tommy throws Lizzie on the bed but walks Grace to the couch carefully

bed vs couch

there is some stripping in L&T but putting the clothes back on for G&T

Grace wants to make sure there is nobody else and Lizzie is ok with their being others as long as he follows her rules

MY THOUGHTS: The Lizzie and Tommy scene also reminded me of the May and Tommy scene from season 2. Lizzie and May are both wearing the same color of nightwear and they go the desk then the bed in both scenes. Which could also parallel the wedding episode where Grace and Tommy start kissing at the desk but move to the bed also. He is more gentle with Grace than the other two and there is more kissing. Grace is also wearing purple where the other 2 appear to be wearing light pink.

END RESULT: LIZZIE - Her and Tommy seem to have a deal in place about how their relationship is going to be going forward. GRACE - Her and Tommy’s future is still uncertain

Lizzie’s Birthday vs G&T Wedding

Similarities

A big party with lots of people at the arrow house

they keep guests waiting while they have sex

enemies are in attendance

someone gets shot

Neither woman knew about the enemy until the party

Tommy does business during the party

after sex we see both ladies pulling up their stockings on one leg

Differences

Tommy doesn’t want the Russians near his house but invites Mosely there

Worries about Grace being embarrassed and threatens his people over it but let’s Mosely embarrass Lizzie and says nothing (she has to save face by saying Mosely fell asleep early even though Lizzie just told Polly they fucked)

Polly is friendly with Lizzie but not with Grace

G&T dance but we watch other people dance (swans) instead at Lizzie’s party

the person that gets shot at the wedding dies but Linda lives

Lizzie interacts with the enemy whereas Grace doesn’t

Tommy tries to hide the stuff from Grace but doesn’t Lizzie

L&T have sex once whereas G&T have sex twice

Loud moaning during sex with L&T, none with G&T

Sex is fully clothed with L&T but with sex scene we do see G&T are completely naked

Tommy warns Lizzie about the enemy beforehand but Grace has to get the information out of Tommy after it’s started going down

Enemy has ties to Lizzie but Russians have nothing to do with Grace

END RESULTS: LIZZIE - Tommy gives her more information about what’s going on and gets comfort from her (they end the scene together). GRACE - Her and Tommy get interrupted during sex and he goes to take care of their son and look out the window (a sign of worry/anxiousness)

So that’s all the scenes but here are some other details where they are the same but opposite:

Had a child with Tommy. GRACE - a boy and named after a real actor. LIZZIE - a girl and Ruby because she might grow up to be an actress herself according to Polly (also Ruby is red and Grace was wearing a sapphire which is blue and we all know red and blue are opposites).

Tommy asks Lizzie if she wants to fuck (also uses that vulgarity on other women) but never uses that vulgarity with Grace.

Lizzie has threatened Tommy with a Gun 2x even though they have never been enemies but Grace who was his enemy never did.

In S5 Lizzie represents the black swan (she has it on her coat in episode 1) and Grace the white swan (there is an article about it). Now go look up the ballet Swan Lake....

Tommy has insulted both of them (”I still pay for it in my head” and “you’re used to be undercover”), Lizzie takes it while Grace smacks him.

Both are/were his wife. Lizzie is alive but Grace is dead.

His wedding ring with Lizzie is a plain one but a special one with Grace (can anyone tell me what’s engraved on it?).

He makes promises to both of them and breaks them. Lizzie gets angry and storms out whereas Grace says something about and Tommy makes her come with him (scene with RIP Charlie)

When the women order drinks, Grace ordered the champagne and Lizzie the Vodka tonic.

He’s given them both gifts. He gave Lizzie money as a gift in 4x1 and Grace the sapphire in 3x2

RANDOM OBSERVATION:

When Tommy introduced his wife to Mosley he called her Elizabeth (he calls her Lizzie right after that). Her and Polly are both standing there and both of their names are Elizabeth. It felt like that was on purpose by the writers (Polly’s actress even says she is like his wife but without the sex). His work wife (who he is related to) and real wife share the same name...ughh gross. I know Mosely already met Polly and everything but the writers love to show us about how Tommy and Polly are the Head of the family. It just felt wrong.

Which I also think the only reason Polly likes Lizzie for Tommy is because she knows she’ll never lose him to her. She knows Lizzie has no sway over Tommy and she can stay his true wife/partner. I say “true” because Tommy does tell Lizzie things but as we see in S5E1 he tells Polly more (and Lizzie is not happy about it).

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Roguish Women Part 22

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 22: Kate thinks she has to say goodbye, Tommy thinks otherwise

Tommy’s blood boiled. Maybe it was because he had assumed his presence in Kate’s life was enough to ward Santo off. He thought his protection was enough. It had been over two years and the man hadn’t tried to approach her at all. Now he appeared out of nowhere and harmed her?

But he couldn’t plan too far ahead as Kate was in tears in front of him.

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to put this on your family, I should have known better. I should have left sooner.”

“Stop apologizing, s’alright.” Tommy struggled to keep his anger in check. But he knew she didn’t need him to lose his cool. He tried to wrap his arms around her as a comfort but she stepped away from him.

“I have to go.” Her voice broke as she struggled with the words. It was necessary, she knew that, but it was tearing her apart to tell him. “I have to go back to America.”

He frowned. “What? Not with him.” Never in a million years did he think she would willingly go back to the States with Santo.

“I don’t have a choice anymore.” She wiped her tears but it was in vain. Her eye makeup was already smudged there was no hiding her fear.

“Yes, you do. You have a choice to stay here. I won’t let him hurt you, Kate.” He moved toward her, reaching out and cupping her cheek.

“He won’t hurt me.” She hiccupped and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. It was impossible to push him away. She couldn’t help but indulge in his touch. Something that was so fleeting in her life. It was difficult enough knowing that she would never really know what it was like to be loved by him. But perhaps those little touches would be enough.

“Kate-”

“He said he’d kill you. He’d kill your family. He’d kill Alfie. I could never let that happen so I have to leave. I have to-I can’t let him-I can’t-” Kate’s knees went weak.

Tommy enveloped her in his arms, not letting her crumble to the ground. He pressed a hand to the back of her head, letting her bury her face in his chest as she cried. His jaw tensed as he held her upright. He was ready to end this chapter in Kate’s life. No more would she have to worry about Santo. She could be content to live there with him for as long as she pleased. “I love you.”

She sobbed harder against his white button-down. “Tommy, please, don’t. You’ll only make it worse.” She begged.

“I love you, Kate. And I won’t let that bastard do anything. He can’t come into my fucking territory and threaten anyone.” He asserted.

Being held by him, for a moment, Kate could believe him. His arms were so strong and warm. She could hear his heart beating fast against his chest. It felt like a safe haven, a shield. But she had enough sense to know it wouldn’t be enough.

“I need to face facts. I’ve been running too long and I just can’t anymore.” She tried to get a hold of herself but Tommy wasn’t making it any easier on her. She didn’t want him to let go of her even if she knew it had to be done. “I can’t hide anymore. There are just things you won’t understand. Things I can’t tell you.”

“You don’t need to tell me anything.” Tommy wasn’t too keen on letting her go either. He let his fingers slip through her hair, his other hand resting on her back, drawing her flush to him. She felt so much smaller in his arms than she usually seemed. Her personality gave her a larger than life presence. But when Tommy could wrap her up in his arms, she felt more fragile. She shook like a leaf, but there was a warmth to her that made him breathe a bit slower.

“I love you, Tommy.” She looked up at him. “But this isn’t your fight, it’s mine.”

He shook his head. “You’re wrong. He made it my fight when he put his fucking hands on you.”

Kate could see the flash of anger behind his eyes. “But-”

“Let’s get you inside.” He stopped her and reluctantly let go of her. “We can talk more in there.”

~~~~~~~~~~

As Kate sat and listened, Tommy informed his brothers of the situation. John and Arthur kept throwing her small looks of concern but she couldn’t say anything. She was too deep in thought. She hardly even heard Tommy instruct the two on what they were going to do. But she got the general gist of the plan.

Santo would be taking Kate to the port to leave for America. Meanwhile, the Shelbys would step in and get them to a quieter location. There, Tommy could dispose of Santo. Done and done. It sounded simple enough but it relied on knowing if Santo would have any sort of backup on hand and on Kate convincing him that she was going with him willingly.

Once things were detailed out, Tommy sent John and Arthur to go get started on the plot. After they left, he knelt down in front of Kate.

She forced a smile and cautiously let her fingertips graze over his cheek. He leaned into her touch. She let out a choked laugh. “Y’know I think I fell in love with you the second you helped me in Paris.”

The corner of his lips turned upward. “Yeah?”

“I guess I just never recognized it because I’ve never been in love before.” She admitted sheepishly.

He chuckled and rested a hand over hers. “Things will be alright. You trust me, aye?”

Kate swallowed and nodded.

“Good.” He stood up and kissed her forehead. The gesture was so tender that it brought fresh tears to her eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kate returned to Small Heath soon after. It was difficult for Tommy because it felt like he was sending her off to a lion for a feast. Knowing Santo was out there, aware of where she was, it made him extremely uneasy. But she had to play the part in order for their plan to go through.

So, she went back into her flat and began the task of packing her things. She took her time, carefully folding each piece of clothing. Most of it was from Birmingham. There wasn’t much she had brought from Paris all those years ago. The red dress she wore to her first derby when she had to step out in front of Grace to protect her from Billy Kimber. The dress she wore to the reopening of the Garrison when Tommy asked her to burn her past. The dress she wore to Epsom when she thought she truly had lost the only man she ever loved. The dress she wore to Grace and Tommy’s wedding. The dress she wore to the dinner. The dress she wore to the funeral. Each of them carefully packed away in her suitcase.

The sun was set by the time she was done. And when she was finished, she sat at her small kitchen table and began to write a letter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was three days before Santo returned with the tickets. He called several times each day to make sure she hadn’t fled. Each time she heard his voice it filled her with dread. But it was nothing like seeing him at the door. Her stomach dropped when he smiled. He knew he had won.

“Ready?”

Kate nodded and lifted her suitcase.

“Oh, no, allow me.” He picked up the case and brought it to the car that was waiting.

As she walked to the open car door, she happened to meet the eye of someone she didn’t recognize. But they were watching her. And when she reached the car, the man sitting on the stoop of the flat across the street, stood and immediately lit a cigarette. His eyes flitted to the rooftop above her head.

It was no coincidence. It was a signal. The Shelbys had been informed she was leaving.

~~~~~~~~~~

Santo tried to engage her in conversation on the train ride to the docks. But when she refused to answer, he resorted to reading his newspaper. After all, he couldn’t hurt her while they were in public. Kate knew to take advantage of that fact.

She simply looked out the window of the train car as the world passed by so quickly. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t stop fidgeting.

Santo appeared to notice but he only glanced up at her from over his newspaper for a brief moment. She met his eyes but didn’t let anything by as far as her facial expressions. So he frowned and returned to his reading.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The line to board the ship was long and it would obviously take time to get on. Santo didn’t seem too bothered and even struck up a casual conversation with the man ahead of him about a rugby match or a football match, Kate wasn’t sure. She didn’t care. There were other plans on her mind.

She touched Santo’s arm to get his attention. “I’m just going to ask that officer if he knows how long this will take.”

He looked at her with a bit of distrust. But it seemed that the gesture of showing him some sort of affection was enough to sway him over. “Alright, go ahead.” He nodded.

Kate left her case with him and went to approach the police officer who was managing the line. She pulled out her purse and got his attention.

~~~~~~~~~~~

There was no reason to fan out. Tommy, Arthur, and John could look like they were blending in, no problem. He reckoned it wouldn’t be too difficult to get to Kate and Santo in the line. It was a gamble, however, in trying to get them to another location. Tommy couldn’t analyze a man he’d never met. But he could bargain that Santo wouldn’t cry out for help from the police. Most mafia men didn’t. And Tommy expected that three to one were some good odds. Above all, he was relying on his adrenaline and determination to see him through.

But the three brothers didn’t even make it past the sidewalk. There, five uniformed police officers were waiting. One seemed to recognize him and held out a hand to stop him.

“’Scuse me, sir, need to have a word with you.” The cop said.

Two officers each began to surround John and Arthur, starting to remove their caps and frisk them for weapons.

“What’s the issue?” Tommy asked, not in the mood to deal with the police.

“There’s been a report that three men of your description are in a conspiracy to attack this ship.”

“Bollocks.” John scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly not pleased with the men going through his pockets.

“Afraid you’re mistaken.” Tommy was tense but tried to keep a cool head. “We’re just here to see some family off.”

“Sir,” One of the officers removed a pistol from Arthur’s holster.

Tommy looked over the man’s shoulder and saw that the line to board the ship was dwindling. Anxious that they were running out of time, or were already too late, he tried to hasten the interaction. “How much will it take for you boys to turn a blind eye, aye? Name your price and let us be on our way.”

“’Fraid that’s not how it works.” The cop in front of him looked angered with the idea of bribery.

Tommy swallowed, his eyes locked on the line of people that was disappearing over the gangplank of the ship. “Fuck…” He whispered under his breath. And in a move that never failed, Tommy faked out the officer and ducked around him to sprint toward the line. “Kate!” He called. There wasn’t enough time to be conspicuous. He had to act now. “Kate!”

But none of the people in line turned. There were less than ten people still waiting. None of them were Kate. She was already on the ship.

Dread dropped to Tommy’s stomach like a large ice cube. He continued running to the railing of the dock overlooking the ocean. “KATE!” He shouted.

The ship's horn sounded loudly over the port. A deafening signal that he was too late.

Moments later, the police officer caught up to him and accosted him, roughly wrenching his arms behind his back.

“Sir, you’re under arrest…”

The words fell on deaf ears. Tommy couldn’t tear his eyes from the ship. He had lost her. Someone knew about their plot and stepped in to stop them. She was gone.

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Warnings: miscarriage, gun violence, kidnapping, cheating, period typical sexism, Implied black reader, and OOCness of characters

Word count: 6095

"You don't love me Tom! So stop acting like you care about me!"

"That's not true and you know it!"

"Then say it Thomas! Prove me wrong! Because you putting your dick in the barmaid while your wife takes care of this shit show you made ain't exactly helping your case!"

"Its not th- Y/n just listen!-"

"Mommy! 'ungry!"

Opening your eyes you met the heterochromic eyes of your twin toddler boys. They stood in front of you with wide smiles and bouncing as the stood at either side of you. Sitting up straight you gave them a wide smile, shoving the memory of the night you left to the back of your mind as ruffled their curly locks. "Oh are you now? Well let's get mommy's two babies food alright?"

"Not 'aby!"

"Yeah! Not 'aby!"

Both of them whined as they followed close behind you. Charles held onto your skirt while Kenji held your hand as you led them to the kitchen. A giggle escaped you as their brown and blue eyes roamed the room for snacks before lunch. They were fraternal twins but alike in every way possible, as expected of twins. Charles was older by 1 hour and had more shaggy hair than Kenji, his left eye was blue and the other brown. While Kenji's hair was more curly, yet easier to manage than Charles, his right eye blue and other brown. Both of them had the same light brown skin, freckles, dark brows, and smile that lit up your world. Not to mention the same scowl and protective fearless nature of their father. And oh, their laugh. Just like his when you were growing up. There was no doubt they were your husband's sons and you never denied it, you could never forget him after all. Even with all the pain he caused, there was so much happiness and your sons were the product of that. "What!? Not baby? But you're my babies!" you teased softly as you began to spread the peanut butter and jelly onto the bread.

The twins looked at each other, an unspoken conversation being shared between them as you made them lunch. Kenji shook his head and pouted as he looked at his brother, the conversation came to an end as Kenji pulled on your skirt. "Not 'aby! We's 'ig 'oy!"

"Kenny stop pulling on Mommy's skirt like that." You said simply as you cut the first sandwich into 4 little triangles like the boys preferred. Charles didn't say anything, seemingly in deep thought as he looked up at you staring at your bare stomach. Since you normally only wore undershirts and a simple loose pair of pants it was no surprise that your stomach was exposed. "And don't be silly Kenny, you and Charlie will always be my babies even when we're all really really old."

"Mommy?"

"Yes Charlie?"

"What's tat 'oo-boo on you tum?"

Glancing down a frown spread across your face as you remember the way you got the wound in the first place. Taking a bullet for Tommy while pregnant wasn't your best choice but when you woke up and found out he was at the Garrison with Grace it made you realize something. That you didn't need no fucking man to make it in the world, not when that man was cheating on you. So that same night, after the showdown with Billy Kimber you bought a ticket out of town and settled down. The countryside was nice after all. No smoke, no cars, no Thomas Shelbys and no stress. It was hard, being a pregnant woman of color starting a new life but you did it and made good honest money as a nurse. Your herb and tea mixtures were known all through London and you were proud to support your boys while helping so many people.

"Mommy?"

Shaking your head you glanced down at. Charlie and smiled apologetically. "Sorry Charlie Mommy spaced out for a bit. What did you say?"

Your sons looked at each other once again and then Charles shook his head. "Never 'ind! Is lunch done?"

Nodding your head you smiled and handed both boys their own plates of food. They giggled and ran off to the living room to eat while they drew pictures. The smile that spread across your face was short lived as you watched as a familiar car pulled up in front of your home. "Boys. Bunker now." You said calmly, soft enough for them not panic but clear enough for them to know you're serious.

The two of them took their plates and papers down the hall with them. Kenji pulled on the secret handle of the fireplace and it open ever so slightly, but wide enough for them to squeeze into before it closed. Once it was securely shut you grabbed a robe and tightly wrapped it around you as a knock sounded at the door. Taking a deep breath you opened the door to look at the familiar blue eyes you fell in love with. "Thomas Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, and Pollyanna Shelby what brings you all to my front door step? And how did you find me? Was it Alfie?"

Tommy started into your eyes, and it took everything within you not to crumble and fall into his arms. He was bruised and battered with a red eye and you wanted nothing more than to give him a better treatment than the shit hospital he went to. There were so many things you wanted to do to the Shelby family, most of them pleasant, but right now you just kept your door slightly open and your face indifferent. "I told 'im Y/n about the baby. Why didn't you tell 'im? Where are they?"

"It doesn't matter now, Pol. That's why I left. I couldn't stay there knowing my took a bullet for my ex-husband and in return he slept with the barmaid as I lost my child." you said smoothly as you looked into her brown eyes. Shock spread across her face as she scanned you for any signs for lying, unable to find one she let out a choked sob as Tommy looked at you in pure horror.

"Y-"

"Save it Thomas. I don't want your pity. I don't want your apology. I just want you-"

"Stop it." came his harsh voice as he looked down at the ground.

"Stop what Thoma-"

"Don't! Don't call me that!" he growled. Silence surrounded the lot of you as Tommy breathe became ragged and his eyes became wet. "I thought you were dead, we all did. And after 3 years of being apart, of missing you, the last thing I want to hear you call me is Thomas. I don't care who else calls me it. I just can't handle it from you."

You didn't say anything as you stared into the blue eyes he passed onto your sons, instead you bit your lip as your own eyes got wet. "Tommy you broke my heart. I gave everything. I did everything for you, only to find out from Lizzie fucking Stark you were taking the barmaid to the races. The same thing you promised me when I was 14 and you were 17. You promised me so many things and you broke each and everyone one. Even our wedding vows. I loved you Tommy. No one else! And what did you do!?" You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face as you began to yell. Shoving Tommy into Arthur you let them keep falling, knowing none of the Shelbys could stand it. "You slept with the fucking barmaid and took her to the places you promised me! How did it feel huh!? How did it feel to find out I was right? Did you feel stupid?"

"Y/n th-thats enough." Polly stuttered softly as she tried to embrace you. You easily shook off her grip and stared into the eyes of the man that broke your heart. The man who was still in shock in his brother's grasp.

"Is it Pol!? Is it!? I told y'all she was a fucking spy from day one and none of you believed me! What changed your mind!? The bullet I lost a baby to!? Or was it the bullet Danny took!? It's funny how for you Shelbys to listen someone has to die. Well did it work? Did you get what you want-"

"Y/n.."

"Do you feel like a man now Tommy? Are you happy with the outcome? You work alone right!? Well look where it got you! Down a kid! Down a wife! Down a loyal servant! Well don't worry. Thomas Shelby! I bet you've gotten plenty of new ones to repeat the process with!" You spat harshly. You knew your boys might be able to hear you, that's why you did your best not to curse as you looked at the people you once called a family. Letting out a soft sob you put your face in your hands and brushed it back to pull the twist you had in your hair out of your face. They snapped straight back into place but you didn't care. You wanted all of them to know you were hurt. "I buried my baby girl. She had toes and fingers and I was about 4 months along according to the doctor. I- I named her Ruby and she could have been beautiful. She could of been happy but instead she's dead, and I hope you all got what you wanted."

With a shaky voice you moved to close the door but before you could a foot was placed in the door. "Y/n wait. Hear us out. Please. Can you let us in? I 'ave some letters from the boys and Finn. They miss their Auntie N/n." John begged weakly, but he knew the effect it had on you. Sniffles left you as slowly opened the door and looked at said letters in John's hand. Snatching them from him and turning around to walking into your home, you missed the weak reassuring smile John gave his family as they stepped in.

The first letter belonged to Finn and as you sat down on your couch you smiled at the mess handwriting of the teenage boy, before you left you were teaching him how to read and write after all. As you opened the letter you could feel the seat next to you sink as Tommy sat, while putting a cigarette in his mouth. "No Tommy."

A sigh escaped him and Pol as they put their cigarettes away and watched you read the first letter with a wet laugh. Finn was your favorite of the Shelby brothers, that much they all knew. He was kind after all and as the Sunflower of Small Heath everyone knew you valued that in a person. When you finished the letter from Finn you moved onto letters from John's kids. They were all short, written by Pol, and asking if you'll come back and reading each one made your heart ache. "I miss all of them so much as well. Not a day goes by without me thinking of them."

"Then come back. We need you." Arthur said softly. There was an edge to his voice you didn't like though, staring into his eyes a frown traveled across your face as realization struck and the sight of faint scars on his neck

"Oh Arthur.." You said softly as you placed the letters down. Standing up you moved to kneel in front of him as you cupped his face gently. Even though you were all adults now you could always read the Shelbys emotions easily. Under your fingers you could feel his pulse hammering against you. "You're hurting. Aren't you?"

A whimper escaped him and just like that you were in his arms as he spoke softly, "It's me 'ead Y/n. I-I"

"Shh.. Fine. You win. I'll be back one day. But for now, let me make you tea. Its with my herbs. The shit doctors give you won't work like my stuff does." You said softly, running your fingers through Arthur's greasy hair. Arthur let you go as he wiped his tears and you stood leaving for the kitchen

"Ain't that right.." Tommy mumbled under his breath as he took out cigarettes again. Hitting the match against the box he lit his cig to life and took a long drag of it. Polly glance at him as he offered a cigarette to her and with hesitation she took a drag from it as well. "Y/n? Did you mean it when you said you'll come back?"

"Yes. Unlike you Tommy I'm not heartless. And I miss the little ones. Finn should be about 15 right now and Ada's little one should be 4 or 5. And Johns kids should be around 6 to 10." You listed as you started the water. "Would anyone else like some tea?"

"Whiskey for me and Tommy please." Aunt Polly said as she took another drag from the cig before handing it back to Tommy, who moved to stand by your fireplace.

"Sorry, I don't keep whiskey or liquor of any kind in my house. Nor do I allow smoking Tommy." You said smoothly as you glanced over your shoulder. "Put it out."

Tommy groaned and knocked on the fireplace a few times before taking one last drag a rubbing the cig against the bricks. Unknown to him, he alerted the twins that it was time to come out. Everything happened in slow motion and the fireplace moved causing Tommy to stumble and the boys to squeeze out with their empty plates. All eyes were on them and the sitting family members all stood as the looked at the two boys that stared straight into their father's eyes. With your back turned to them all in the kitchen you gathered the herbs you needed for Arthur's tea without a clue of what was going on behind you. "Arthur? Do you want any sugar in your tea?"

"M-mommy.." came Charles soft voice. You turned around quickly and looked at your two boys as they stared at their father in fear. Kenji stood in front of his brother protectively despite being horrified of the tall man in front of him. "Mama!"

Tears pooled in both of their eyes but Charles is the one that started bawling. Rushing over to them you gathered them both in your arms as they cried and kissed both of their heads as you lifted them up. "Its OK. Mommy's here. Now let's put you down for a nap. You two did so well in the bunker."

"Y/n. Who are they?" came Tommy's shaky voice and the thought of you moving on from him and being the mother of someone else's kids.

"The two that survived the bullet I took for you." You said without hesitation. Aunt Polly covered her mouth in shock while Arthur and John looked at each other and then Tommy, and you.

"Jesus Tom! 3!? At once!?"

You didn't dare turn around, you didn't want to see their faces. They haven't even been here an hour and yet everything you worked so hard to hide is unraveling. “You never answered my question, how did you find me?”

“Soloman. How do you know ‘im?” Tommy said as his steps got closer. Knowing you wont get out of this you glanced at Polly with pleading eyes, causing her to let out a sigh and place her hand on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Tommy, let's wait and give her a few minutes to get those two up stairs before you start a fight.” Aunt Pol said softly as she led Tommy back to the couches to sit down. But Tommy nudged her hand off of his shoulder and took a step closer to you, his patience running thin as you kept your hold on them.

“No. I'm tired of waiting. Y/n answer my question, now.” Tommy hissed out in annoyance. Charles sniffled and buried his face in your neck his eyes full of tears as Kenji glared at Tommy, eyes just as full of tears.

“‘nside ‘oice!” Kenji called back with a shaky voice, his dislike for Tommy at the moment was clear as day. Arthur chuckled and patted Tommy on his shoulder as you walked toward the stairs.

“‘e’s definitely your son Tommy. Looked ‘bout ready tah fight ya too, all for ‘is mum. What are their names?” Arthur teased. Biting your lip you didn't answer, instead you shifted them in your arms and made your way up the stairs carefully, whispering sweet nothings to them as you did so. You didn't need to ask your boys how they felt. That much was obvious to you as their heads moved on your shoulders to stare at Tommy as you walked, they didn't like the way he talked to you. Once you made it to their shared room next to yours you placed them in their beds and kissed their heads after wiping their tears.

“Nap time boys. If you need Mommy I’ll be down stairs. Don't hesitate to call me if you need something ok?” you said softly as you brushed their curls from their face and kissed them again. “Mommy loves you.”

Giving the boys one last look you closed the door behind you as the got under their comforters. Once you were back down the sound of the kettle going off lead you to the kitchen. “Would anyone else like some tea?”

Polly’s voice came immediately as she smiled at the thought, “The sleepy-time mixture that you used to make every morning for me! I have yet to taste anything as good as yours.” She loved your tea after all. Even though they couldn't see, you nodded anyway as you prepared two separate tea pot, one with Arthur’s mixture and one with Polly’s. When you opened the cupboard you grabbed one of your matching set of 5 and placed it on the tray with the pots of tea, carrying everything into, including some cookies. Placing the tray down on the coffee table, you poured some Arthur his cup first and handed it to him, careful not to spill the hot liquid. Silence was all that could be heard through the home you owned after serving tea to those who wanted it. “You didn't have to take them upstairs you know.”

“Knowing Arthur, Tommy and their… colorful vocabulary I felt like that was the best choice.” You teased softly as you lent back into your seat and crossed your legs, taking a careful sip from your tea. “But never mind that, why did you come searching for me? Why are you all here and what do you want?”

“We need you to comeback.” Tommy said shamelessly. “We’ve grown our business in the past 3 years and now were the third largest bookkeepers. We plan on expanding to London with the help of the Soloman as well.”

“It sounds like you’ve got everything all planned out and know what to do. So what do you need me and herbs-” you rebuked only to get cut off by John as he decided to pour himself a cup of tea.

“Cut the bullshit Y/n, You’re one of the focking best -no, THE focking best- weapon maker we know. Even though Tommy wont admit it, everyone else will when I say you're irreplaceable. We need you back.” John explained clearly.

“I stopped doing that after the boys were born. The only inventions I have left and haven't sold are in the basement.”

“Wait you sold your weapons!? The same ones you made just for the Peaky Blinders?”

“Of course I did. You think making this house with all these secret entrances and paths was free? I sold my old invention from back when I was teen and some newer ones. I do miss weapon making but at the same time I don't. Coming up with new ideas and actually testing them out cost a lot money. And that money I rather use on my baby boys.” you scoffed. Tommy stood up, rubbing his hand down his face as he groaned in frustration. Your inventions were top of the charts, never before seen, easy to hide the use of, conceal and use. And knowing that other people all around London had it in their possession made this process a lot harder. “If it makes you feel any better Tommy the only gang I’ve sold huge loads to was Alfie. He helped me a lot when I was pregnant, even got me workers to build this very house since no one I went to wanted to work for me. So if any of the expansion shit hurts his business in any way I hope you know what you're getting into.”

“Fine. Fine… Fuck. We can work this out. We just need to go back home, have a family meeting and make a plan.” Tommy grumbled as he began to pace back and forth.

“We? No. No. No Tommy. There is no WE in this, not any more. This is your problem. Not mine or my sons.”

“Our sons, Y/n.”

“I said what I said, and I meant it. They're my sons.”

Tommy rolled his eyes and turned to look at you with cold blue eyes of annoyance. He must of thought this would all be easy, but hell hath no fury like a protective mother. “Y/n, now's not the time to argue. We need you back at Small Heath. I need you back.”

“I thought Thomas Shelby needed no one but himself. What changed that? What changed you?” you mocked, causing Polly to take a large gulp of her tea, holding back her laughter as she watched the two of you interact. You were the only person she knew that would step to Tommy, win, and repeat the cycle over and over again. It was amusing to her no matter how old the two of you were. You were a spitfire and a beautiful girl, looks and smarts perfectly dangerous together and you knew it. Polly was the only one watching and listening though as she drank her tea, John and Arthur were too busy stuffing their faces with your cookies at an alarming rate. It was a wonder how they haven't choked yet. Both men stared at each other as a grabbed more cookies and shoved them into their mouths, causing you to roll your eyes. “If I were you I’d slow down. You might choke.”

“Things change Y/n, I changed ok? Now are you coming back or not.” he huffed out, towering over you as he stood at your feet. Your head tilted to the side and you switched the position of your crossed legs as you took a sip from your cup.

“If I come back with you, if I get back with you, you have everything to gain. My home, my inventions, my herbs, my sales, my intellect, my money, and most importantly my sons and I. There's nothing for me with you, Tommy. Nothing but more heartbreak.”

Tommy opened his mouth and then closed it, realizing you were right. A growl escaped him as he threw the only thing in his hand into the fire place, which was the tea cup. The sound of it breaking caused you to jump slightly but you didn't bat an eye. Tension began to rise as you stared into each other's eyes, neither of you backing down. Polly- seeing the way you gripped your tea cup- decided to cut in to calm things down.

“Your sons Y/n, their beautiful. So unique as well, as expected of you, so beautifully different.” she praised with a wide smile as she placed her empty cup down to pour more. At the mention of your sons, you smiled widely and broke eye contact with Tommy who was still fuming.

“They are.” you gushed immediately, a wide yet soft smile traveling across your face as you thought of them. “They love chocolate milk and yoga and they're so protective of each other it's absolutely adorable! They talk in sync sometimes and their laugh! Oh god their laugh, it's just Tommy’s back when we were kids! You should see all the pictures I have of them as babies!” tension began to dwindle as you continued to gush about your sons. But the elephant in the room only seemed to grow bigger.

“What are their names? I ask yah before but yous never answered.”

“Oh! Sorry.” you giggled softly as you drank from your cup finishing the last of your tea, placing it down on the coaster only for Tommy to take it and fill it up with tea from Arthur’s pot. “It’s Charles and Kenji. But I call them Charlie and Kenny. They don't like loud sound that much either.”

“Y-You kept the names.” Tommy said barely above a whisper, almost as a question as he looked at you incredulously. “You kept the names.” his voice was stronger that time but the smell of his cologne was stronger as he embraced you, placing a sudden kiss your lips causing you to melt into his arms. You weren't nearly as over him as you thought, it seemed. “You’re coming home.”

“No Tommy. Not yet at least. If I come back it's on my terms, not yours. I already agreed to come back. Now you just have to wait.”

“My wife and kids aren't going to be away from me Y/n. You're coming home and that's fina-”

“When are you going to understand that this is my home. I built it from scratch and I’m not leaving.”

“I'm not leaving you here.”

“This isn't Small Heath Tommy. I can make my own decisions and I don't need you hovering. I don't need you dictating my life. This is my house, my home, and it was made with my money. You have no authority here.”

No one said a word, Tommy still had you in his arms you still didn’t pull away. Tommy clenched and unclenched his jaw as he stared into your blazing eye. He nodded his head a few times and for once you thought the fighting was over. “Fine. Arthur, you're driving. Aunt Pol, John can you get the boys?”

“Get the boys? Tommy you are not taking my kids from me!” you hissed, squirming in his arms ad you tried to get free of his grasp. His arms moved down to hold your waist and in one swift movement Tommy was standing and you were thrown over his shoulder. “TOMMY! PUT ME DOWN!”

“You're right, I’m not taking our kids from you, Y/n. I'm taking all of you with me. But since I’m feeling nice and you said there were weapons in the basement this will be our holiday home for next month.” Tommy said, completely unfazed by your yelling and kicking as Polly and John hesitated to get the sleeping boys upstairs. You were still in your robe as you thrashed around in Tommy’s arms and knowing that it was getting you nowhere you sighed and resorted to kicking. But before you could get good kick in Tommy’s free arm held your legs in place. When John and Polly came back down the boys were still asleep as they carried them.

“What about the tea and biscuits?”

“Forget the fucking tea and biscuits John. She can make some more when we get home. Aunt Pol’s been taking care of her plants for the longest now.”

“Tommy! Put me down! This is kidnapping!” you hissed lowly, not wanting to wake your boys up, but your words fell on deaf ears. Tommy’s hand was perched on your ass as you continued to squirm around furiously, but a slap on your ass caused you to gasp and still. “Tommy!” John was behind everyone and the last one to leave the house. Since the key to the house was in the foyer he locked the door behind everyone, careful not to wake Kenji. “You can't seriously be kidnapping me and my kids right! Aunt Pol! Are you really ok with this!? I thought you were the voice of reason of the Shelbys! Y’all can't be serious right now! I’M NOT DRESSED! I'M INDECENT!” you pleaded, but Tommy’s grip on you tighten and Arthur opened the car door.

“As long as you sit still you wont get exposed. And if someone does look at you that isn't family, as your husband I have the right to kill them.” Tommy said smoothly as he sat you in the back with him. Polly gently held Charles up for Tommy to pick up, and then he passed Charles to you. You held the sleeping Charles close to you and kissed his forehead as you glared at the male next to you.

“You kill anyone and my boys see it and I’m cutting off your dick Thomas Shelby. You're on thin ice.” a chuckle escaped the man as he took Kenji from John. With his son in his arms Tommy was able to observe the similarities between him and the toddler. His eyebrows were dark and similarly shaped, and even with his eyes closed Tommy could remember the deep blue that Kenji had in his right eye. The boy on his lap was 33% of the proof that you loved him. The other 66% being Charles and Ruby. He was the lucky one. Not the other way around like he always thought. You were smart, loyal, funny, and an amazing inventor as well. He didn't want to think about how wrong he did you, because then he’d end up hating himself even more than he already does. With Charles in your lap, your arms held him protectively as he began to stir. Glaring at the Shelbys around you the thing that calmed you down was when Charles snuggled closer into you. And at the same time Kenji did the same to Tommy, causing his heart to clench and Tommy to hold him tighter, afraid that this was all a figment of his imagination and the worst nightmare he could ever have. The one where his brain shows him everything he’s thought about, everything he’s wanted to have with you. Only for the shoves to start again, just like they did when you left.

But instead, Tommy kissed Kenji’s freckled cheek when he thought no one was looking, being a lot more gentle with the boys than you expected him to be, almost making you happy to be near him again, almost.

“Mama?” came a soft voice from below you. Your dark eyes met the heterochromatic brown and blue of Charles eyes and you smiled.

“Yes Charlie?”

“Are ‘e living wif Daddy nows?”

You knew Tommy heard him and Tommy knew you knew as well. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him watching you, waiting for your response, but you didn't directly look at him. You both knew what your answer was going to be without you even having to say it, Tommy’s smug smile only proved so.

“For now? Yes baby. But just for now. We wouldn't want the chickens to feel lonely now would we?” you whispered back causing a chuckle to escape Tommy. Having enough of his shit you kicked him in the shin, careful not to disturb your sons. Now it was your turn to chuckle as Tommy bit his lip to hold in the sound of pain. Polly laughed softly at the face Tommy was making, and to save himself from further embarrassment he shifted the attention away from him.

“You ‘ear that Johnny boy? She has chickens! Maybe you should take her home instead.” Tommy teased with a smile. John rolled his eyes but the smile on his face was apparent as Tommy laughed, tilting his head back in the process. The same laugh he passed onto your sons came out of him, and if anyone asked you would deny the fact that it was calming to hear. “Now we have to come back, wouldn't want the chickens to starve either.”

Charles fell back asleep in your arms without another word as Kenji’s thumb rested in his mouth. The way their eyes fluttered was a tell told tale to you that they were in a deep sleep. Allowing you the chance to finally speak your mind. “You know. You all have a lot of fucking nerve to come searching for me and then take me from, excuse my language but, my goddamned home. And you have even more nerve that if you think for a second that I’ll just turn over and do what ever the fuck you say. Tommy for one, you look like shit and that tells me just how much control you have over all the shit you've caused. Who the fuck did you double cross this time you bloody idiot.-”

“Ahh, and there she is. It was weird not hearing you curse.” Polly cut you off with a soft chuckle as she lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out away from you and the boys.

“You're all inconsiderate jackasses sometimes, you know that? I have two toddlers to take care of and yet you still want to drag me into this. Tell when the people that hurt you Tommy, did they go after anyone else? Who died? Who got hurt?” you asked calmly, your voice betraying how you actually felt. But even as you ranted, your eyes never left the figures of your sons. “It’s been three years but it seems like the only one who has changed is me. And now you wanna drag me into all of this to solve the mess you made. Well guess what, if you think I’m going to forgive you and come crawling back you have another thing coming Thomas Shelby. I loved you with all my heart and the only thing I got in return was a bullet and a broken heart. So how about for once in your goddamn life you take responsibility for the mess you've made and clean it up yourself, cause I’m not making you shit other than tea.”

“Y/n-”

“Save it Tommy. I dont need to hear any more of your fucking empty promises.” you hissed as you throat tightened and your eyes became glossy.

“Y/n please don't cry..”

“How can I not Polly? He cheated on me. He broke my heart. I watched him fall out of love with me and in love with someone else. I know I’m not pale, blonde, not extra skinny or dripping with femininity like she was. But I didn't think it would matter, because I loved you Tommy and I thought you loved me. I gave you everything I had to fucking offer and even that wasn't enough for you. Because you're never fucking satisfied Thomas Shelby.”

‘Y/n please..” Tommy mumbled as he shifted Kenji on his lap. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, scared that if he moved you’ll cry even more. Pol watched with sad eyes, but didn't say anything, it wasn't her place after all.

“I gave you everything I had and it wasn't enough… No, because instead you fell for the barmaid spy. The same one that ratted you out. And even after finding out what she did. Even after I took that bullet for you, the same bullet that killed my baby and almost killed me, you spent the night with her. I-I- I can't forgive you for that and I never will Tommy. And if it wasn't for these two sleeping angel that I gave birth to alone, none of this would be happening. My boys deserve the chance to know you, and to love you. The same way I loved you. And if they choose to hate you instead that will be no one’s fault but your own.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Tommy finally said after a minute of tense silence.

“It means you have a week. That’s how long you have before I take my sons back home. Because at the end of the day the barmaid may have tempted you but she’s not the one that said ‘I do’ at the altar. Nope, that was you Thomas Shelby and now because of that I love you just as much as I hate you.”

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galit27 · 5 years

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A family// Peaky Blinders// Shelby// Part 2

PART 2

I’m so sorry in advance for my english. I’m a lazy girl and I have translate the original text thank to World translate. So I hope you understand. If a nice person wants correct my mistakes, its ok !

I heard, of course, changed Finn's age, so he has during the season a 13-year-old, in the first part of the story, 11 years.

Two years later...// SAISON 1

After the death of your sick man, Polly had taken you in... However, when the Peaky Blinders went to war with Billy Kimber you found themselves propelled to the front row... When you're 15, you' real ready costing yourself at the gates, thinking you're a Peaky Blinders. With Finn,wasone of your gamesto play to imitate Thomas... After the bite of the car, you had to spend your life' Ada, to help her... During the confrontation of the two gangs, you took advantage of the excitement to escape... For almost a month, you were hiding in your old house. And that's where you've told to open it... The letter. Your mother had bra, she didn't understand your brother's suicide, as for you, until yours and that of the Shelbys disappear because of your last, you hid them. You'd never given them. You had not found the strength or the moment...

Dear Y/N

I'm sure I'll leave you and Mommy. You don't tell me how much life you have. You're worth so much more. Dad, Jean and I thought that in fighting we would offer you a better life. It was just no one won this war, there were only deaths, and war profiteers... First of all take care of yourself, little sister. Live, and smile for me.

I'm going to ask you, one last thing... The letter to the Shelbys only gives them if one day you hear that a certain Darby Sabini is at war with them. I'm counting on you, sister. I would have lived so much longer, to be able to see you become, a feared and strong woman.

Your brother who loves you...

David.

That's when you understood your role... You were born with gypsy blood, you're a Peaky ... Can import the opinion of others, you are one. You came home, no one asked you any questions... They knew that a time in your life was over, your childhood... A flame was missing in your eyes and a darkness had replaced it...

Two years later...

You're walking through the streets of Small Heath, head high, the gun swinging against your hip might have a few things to do. The cold wind was hitting you and you brought Finn's jacket closer to your body brother, you had stung him three days earlier on your birthday party at Mr. Garisson. 17 years old, as Isaiah a said to be a party...You were now walking through the streets, hair under your Peaky Blinders cap, everyone greeting you, inspiring fear and it was a pleasure. You smiled at the attractive men, only you know they had no chance. Under your arm a basket with the paper, and some shopping for Polly. You walk into the little apartment without knocking. Your cigarette still in your mouth. You pushed the kitchen door with your foot. You saw Polly talking to a young man, you seemed to interrupt them, no matter how fucking Peaky Blinders you were. You put the groceries on the table, you walked to the matches, threw your finished cigarette and grabbed a new one before lighting it. You took off your cap, leaving your long brown hair cascading, and you took off Your Finn's coat:

Y/N: "Well Polly... Don't you think he's a little too young? »

You're mischievously smiling at your joke.

Polly: "Michael, this is Y/N, this is the very flowery lady who lives with me.

Y/N: - Wow! Polly, I'm touched that you're being told about me this way, to this man. »

Michael, smile at your irony. Polly blew and looked up at the sky in exasperation.

Polly: "- Y/N, this is my son, Michael.

Y/N: - What Polly?! Do you have a son???? »

As you uttered that sentence, the boys came home like furies. Arthur passed you and ruffled your hair. It took a few minutes before everyone calmed down and noticed the unknown. Tommy took the opportunity to come quietly to talk to you, he put a hand on your back and dragged you into the next room, he lit a cigarette and pulled a shot:

Thomas: "- You have to prepare your business... You're leaving tomorrow.

Y/N: - What? Where? What for?

Thomas: - I was sent to the hospital because of my actions in London... I don't want you to get hurt...

Y/N: - But it's not going to happen, you know I know How to defend myself. »

Without warning, you began to cry, and sobs prevented you from speaking...

Y/N: " - You... You have no right to keep me out of the company, please! »

He didn't seem to have foreseen your reaction... He rushed to you, and awkwardly enlaced you:

Thomas: "It's not you, it's not you Y/N... -he took your face in a cup, and forced you to look at it - I don't want to lose you, you understand!? I can't! As soon as this bastard is mastered, I swear, you will come back... »

You pushed him away, and desperately you frapp as him...

Y/N: " - You... n ace ... not the right !!!

Thomas: - Please understand, Sabini will not stop, he has no morals! »

At the agreement of this name you have a glaze... He seemed to notice your astonishment.

Thomas: "Y/N what's going on? Y/N?! »

You looked him straight in the eye and ran away...

The young woman who had entered through this door confident and proud, was not the one who had just run out, no she was a lost and terrified girl... She ran, ran... To the ruins of his old house.

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #family #John Shelby #Isaiah #michael gray #thomas shelby #finn shelby #Arthur Shelby #Shelby #esme shelby #part 2

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sympathyfortheblinderdevil · 5 years

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Serious Things

Arthur Shelby x OC

Arthur, Tommy, and their driver are on a journey to Miami to meet Al Capone. On a stop in South Carolina, Arthur meets Mollie.

Arthur was hot and thirsty. He had climbed into a 1924 Duesenberg at the harbor a week ago wearing the lightest suit that he owned and bound for Florida. He had packed only necessities knowing that there was a long car trip ahead of him. He’d even read a few pamphlets about automobile travel in the United States, but nothing could have prepared him for the surreal and unnatural experience of traveling through the coastal plains of America on the long trip to meet Al Capone. The roads, if you could call them that, were oftentimes sandy, gritty paths. They would travel for hours scarcely seeing any signs of civilization other than weather-beaten shacks or the odd general store. As they traveled, the countryside had gradually morphed from lush green forest growth to swamps and scrubs. Arthur was determined to take the unfamiliar surroundings in stride. He saw it as a chance to better understand the American associates that they now did business with, and he liked to engage the locals in conversation.

Between visits to Capone’s southern associates, he had learned about the Venus flytrap, watermelon, and cheer-wine cola, down by the coast. He went on a hunt for fool’s gold and ate pecan pie in the Piedmont of North Carolina. He had sat in rocking chairs and on stools all down the line, talking to old men in overalls. Coon dogs lazed at their feet, their tails thumping the weathered wooden boards beneath them. He had even developed a taste for sweet tea— Iced sweet tea. Now they were somewhere in between the Inner Coastal Plain and the Tidewater regions of South Carolina, and he wondered what might lie in store for him there.

Thomas, on the other hand, remained on edge. Accustomed to being in control of every aspect of his life, he found that the variances in the landscape mirrored the unpredictable nature of the whole trip. He liked to plan every detail down to the letter, so stopping at unfamiliar roadside motels and cafes made Tommy bad company for the journey. Even the friendly hostesses that Capone had arranged for them did little to assuage Tommy’s black moods. Hours had gone by with no sign of civilization, so they had both become a bit tired, grouchy, hot, and thirsty. The driver followed his map to a roadside cafe that was frequented by Capone’s associates and hoped for the best. Thomas groaned as the car pulled into yet another sandy gravel lot beside yet another old shack which served as a cafe. “Where the fook are we?” he mumbled as he took the stool next to Arthur, who was as disoriented and travel dazed as he. “Yemassee, South Carolina” Arthur drowsily replied.

“Fookin ‘ell. The place names here are as mad as the ones in Wales.” His eyes were on the swinging doors that led to the kitchen, and he was growing perturbed that no one had been out to serve him yet.

Arthur put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. From the back of the house, a woman’s voice called “I’ll be there directly!” Arthur and Tommy turned to each other and shared a look of weary surrender. The Shelby boys had made the city of Birmingham, Kimber, Solomons, and the entire Changretta crime family bend to their will, but the lackadaisical pace of life in the southern US had utterly broken them. Their chauffeur for the trip, a fast-talking Capone soldier named Nino shook a toothpick from the holder on the counter and grinned “You boys are getting used to it, I see. The first time I came through this way I nearly lost my mind. These people down here, they don’t get in a hurry for nobody or nothing. It’s the fucking heat. They have to move slowly to conserve energy.” Arthur slicked his hair back and blew out a lungful of air. He spun off of his stool and began to pace. Just as he was about to shout for the waitress, she came strolling out of the kitchen, smiling at the three men and wiping her hands on her apron. His aggravation was completely forgotten as his eyes were drawn to the swing of her hips. “Sorry to keep y’all waitin’. What can I get you boys to drink? I got sweet tea, co cola, and coffee.” After a week on the road, Tommy and Arthur knew the drill. They sat quietly while Nino produced a calling card with Capone’s insignia engraved on it. Prohibition was on in America, and alcohol was only on the menu for certain trusted customers. The waitress’s eyes sparkled as if she had been waiting her whole life for a little excitement and here it was, sitting at her lunch counter on a Thursday afternoon. She grinned mischievously and said, “We’ve got rye whiskey, gin, and homebrew.” Tommy ordered rye whiskey for himself and Nino, and Arthur, in his most gentlemanly voice, asked for a beer. She walked toward the back to fetch the drinks, and Arthur rubbed his chin as he watched her go. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed, “Could you be any more obvious, brother? We don’t need any trouble. She could be the Sheriff’s daughter. They really do shotgun weddings down here, right, Nino?” Tommy was only half teasing. Before Arthur could reply, the waitress returned carrying a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in her hands, and a bottle of homebrew in the crook of her arm. She popped the top on the beer first. Foam rose over the lip of the bottle and spilled over her hand as she held it out to Arthur. With a lascivious smirk, he watched the suds drip down her fingers. “Well, shoot. Would you look at this sticky mess? Let me get a towel,” she fussed. She wiped the bottle, the countertop, and then held eye contact with Arthur as she slowly wiped each finger of her hand before giving the bottle to him. Tommy cleared his throat and Nino chucked his hat onto the bar in an effort to get her attention. She slid the whiskey and glasses down the bar in their direction and gave them a sweet smile. “Help yourself, boys. It’s on the house.” Tommy sat with an incredulous look on his face. He was not used to being ignored or playing second fiddle to Arthur. In a bit of a snit, he took the bottle and glasses to a table, and he and Nino settled in for a drinking session. They were scheduled to stay the night in Yemassee and alcohol was definitely a requirement in this endeavor. Arthur took a sip of the watery beer and leaned up on the bar. “So what’s your name...” he searched her left hand for a wedding ring, and finding none continued, “Miss...” “Mollie,” she said, and then offered her hand to him. Arthur took her still-sticky-with-beer hand and kissed it, tickling her knuckles with his mustache. “Pleased to meet you, Miss Mollie. I’m Arthur,” he gestured toward the table and continued, “that’s my brother, Tommy, and our associate, Nino.” As he introduced each man, they smiled and nodded in her directions. “I’m pleased to meet y’all,” Mollie beamed at her guests but put most of her attention on Arthur. She leaned on the bar and raised her eyebrows, “Y’all aren’t from around here, are ya?” Arthur laughed and shook his head, “That’s an understatement. My brother and I are from Birmingham, England, and our driver is from Chicago.” “May I ask what brings you boys down here?” The second that her words hit his ears, Tommy was on his feet and moving toward them. “What brings us down here is business of a personal nature. Now, you saw the card, you’ve given us our drinks, let’s leave it at that, sweetheart. You can go back to the kitchen and we will call for you if we need anything more, eh?” For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall above Mollie’s left shoulder. Tommy’s cold blue eyes bored a hole into Mollie, but she put her hand on her hip and looked at Arthur, who was seething with anger. “Arthur, honey, I’m going to excuse your brother’s poor manners because he has been on the road all day.” She cut her green eyes in Tommy’s direction then back to Arthur. “Same as you no doubt, but he does not seem to be blessed with the same demeanor as you.” She shifted her eyes back and forth between the brothers, who were having some kind of psychic showdown, and sighed. “I am going to the kitchen to finish icing some cakes. If you think you’d like a piece,” she looked Arthur up and down, “come on back.” As she turned to go, Arthur touched her arm and in a low, gritty voice said, “Please excuse my brother’s rudeness. I would love to join you. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Mollie winked at him and tossed her auburn waves over her shoulder as she walked away. Tommy shoved Arthur on the shoulder. “What are you doing, eh?” “Give me some credit,” Arthur spat. “Don’t you believe that I can ‘ave a bit of fun without bringing the bloody law down on us. I wasn’t about to give anything away, but now you’ve gone and made it sound like we are up to no good. She’s seen the card. She knows who we do business with. Fookin ‘ell. Just take your bottle and you and Nino fuck off to the boardinghouse.” “Alright, brother,” Tommy spoke, barely above a whisper. “You be sure to bring us each a piece of cake when you are finished talking to Mollie.” Tommy’s words dripped with sarcasm, and Arthur wanted to knock the smirk off of Tommy’s face, but he thought the sooner he could get rid of him, the sooner he could get back to her. Three cakes on stands were cooled and ready for frosting. She had mixed powdered sugar, butter, heavy cream, and cream cheese in a batter bowl, and had just dipped a finger into the frosting and popped it in her mouth when Arthur came through the swinging doors. The sight of her sucking frosting off of her finger with her pretty red lips made him a little dizzy. “Ah, can I get another beer?” he smiled. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and walked toward the icebox. “Yes, sir.” She opened the bottle, without foam this time, handed Arthur the beer, and nodded toward a place where he could sit down. “I’m much obliged,” Arthur smiled and sat on a pickle barrel. “I really am sorry about my brother.” “It’s alright. I know what to expect when people flash that calling card in here. It’s usually some big shot from New York or Boston, making their way to Miami. Sometimes they are a little out of sorts and want to throw their weight around.” She smiled and shrugged on her way over to where Arthur sat. “But you...you’re different.” She tilted her head to the side and searched Arthur’s face. “You have kind eyes.” Arthur was dumbfounded. He was the most unpredictable and violent of the brothers. The one who was sent to injure, maim, and kill the Blinders’ enemies. Arthur’s mouth went dry and he swallowed, “You don’t know what these eyes have seen.” He held her gaze as he took another swig of his beer. “I’ve heard stories about Capone’s men, but I can’t imagine them being true.” “We’re not Capone’s men. We’re Peaky Blinders, from Birmingham, England. We do a bit of business with Capone, but we are our own men.”

“Yes. You seem like your own man,” she trailed off and her eyes swept over his hair, the creases around his eyes, and the freckles scattered across his cheekbones. Fading sunlight from the open back door danced across his knuckles and she could see the scars built up there. “You’ve not had an easy life, have you?”

“What makes you say that, love?”

“It’s okay. Neither have I.”

She stepped closer to him, and he noticed a bit of frosting on her wrist. He took her hand, pulling her closer and bent his head down to kiss it away all the while looking up with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Let’s not talk of serious things. I’ve had enough of that from me brother today.”

Mollie felt a tingle down her spine from the contact, and Arthur, sensing her reaction, turned her hand over and kissed her wrist. This elicited an audible sigh from her, and he chuckled low in his throat.

“And you’ve come all the way from Birmingham, England just to steal my heart?” she whispered, taking another step closer and stopping between Arthur’s legs. She ran her free hand through his long hair, brushing it back as she leaned over his face.

He could feel her warm breath and her lips were inches from his own. He looked up at her, savoring the feeling of attention from a woman who wasn’t being paid to keep him company. It was a feeling that Arthur hadn’t enjoyed for a while. Her cheeks were flushed and her soft green eyes were dilated; she was real flesh and blood, not playing a part. Arthur knew that he must tread carefully and not hurt her. “Mollie,” his gravelly voice spoke, “you know that I will be moving on tomorrow, right? Whatever happens tonight is just for tonight.” He held his breath, hoping that she would understand.

She leaned down and kissed his waiting mouth, wisps of her hair tickling his cheeks, “I know,” She smiled against his lips, “Let’s not talk of serious things.”

To be continued...maybe. Let me know what you think.

It’s Continued**** Serious Things: Chapter 2 can be found on my masterlist because Tumblr hates links.

#Peaky Blinders #Arthur Shelby #arthur shelby x oc #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders fiction #peaky blinders imagine

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everyonesawhoregrace · 6 years

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Jesus you're doing ships. Can I please have one? It's me @Thosepeakybastards. Take your revenge Mrs. Kimber. I am 5'3, hazel eyes, brown thick hair, thick body. I knit, crochet, write. I'm loyal to a fault. I'm typically the jokester in my friend group. I always tell people to fight me. I constantly find myself in wild situations & always know how to talk myself & friends out of trouble. I know a couple languages and like to be really social. Thank you babe!

Landing a job at the Shelby Limited office wasn’t a struggle for you, one look at your mad typing skills and you were hired immediately. You had begun your mornings tapping away at the typewriter, punching in letter that turn into words, and words that turn into sentences until your eight hour shift was over. Transcribing for the business, getting messages from Thomas Shelby and putting them into paper to mail off to whomever he requests.

You’re good at minding your own business until lunch time, where you and the girlfriends around you giggle endlessly, which makes you grin from ear to ear knowing you’re filling them with so much joy. The lunch hour brought at least ten girls into the lunch room, you were telling a story he room filled with noise. You hadn’t ever seen your employer, Thomas Shelby. Seeing as you were in the London office and not the one in Birmingham, the last person you were expecting to see walk into the lunchroom was Thomas fucking Shelby.

All laughs went silent as one of the ladies had gasped loudly, shocked to see Thomas. Everyone’s pretty floored as you chomp down on your baby carrot and stare into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Shouldn’t you ladies get back to work?” He asks, mentioning the phones that ring behind him. “We’re busy out there.”

You cross your legs, leaning back into your chair as your eyes fill with want. He’s hot, and my boss? The idea of him bending you over your desk fills you up with this warmth.

“It’s our lunch.” You bite back, “It’s lovely to finally meet you though,” Standing up, you extend your hand to him.

He cocks his eyebrow at you, no one has ever dared to speak to him in such a way, let alone have the presence you have towards him. He turns to you, his lips twitch.

You almost think to leave him alone, as the other girls get back to work in a scurry. And its you, and him, in the lunch room, alone. Fuck, you think, I’ve done it again. Got myself into a sticky situation I simply cannot let loose of now.

And as you welt away under his intense gaze, you feel his eyes follow you once you leave the lunch room and get back to work without another word. He scowls at you throughout the day, which makes you want to laugh and cry all together. Once work had finished, you were walking down the street when his car interrupted you thoughts, there was a ghost of a smile on his lips as he offered you a ride.

For a long time, you two were trying to fit into each other’s busy, catastrophic lifestyles. But it wasn’t anything love couldn’t help fix. He wanted to control you, telling you to give up work, be a housewife to the kids and him.

Fuck off! You two would frequently argue. I was not put on this earth to bake cookies and wait patiently for my husbands arrival, sure that sounds cute but no. You raise your finger at him, no!

You make me so fuckin’ mad, you know that? He grabs your face and pulls you into him. You’re mine, though, and I ain’t letting you go.

Maybe that’s why you love me... You words are soft as you lean in and plant a chaste kiss on his mouth. I don’t give you the satisfaction of making me your bitch like the rest of them...

As if you’ve exhausted him, he rests his forehead against yours and sighs loudly. Ducking down to kiss you again, you snake your arms around his neck and get lost in his heavenly lips as you repeat in your head, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.

your response: ....No....but fight me. okaY?

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hanmegumi · 2 years

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Ginny save me 😭

what's wrong babe i'll save you 🥺

#inbox #lost letters from kimber #kimber tag

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itmeansapricot · 6 years

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Now that the spinster thing’s died down, I thought I’d share more thoughts on my annoying “everything is complicated, don’t trust anyone” view of history, as while I was scrolling through Mendeley looking for something else I came across “The "Suppression" of Fanny Mendelssohn: Rethinking Feminist Biography”, by Marian Wilson Kimber. (Due credit to @notquitelostnotquitefound for introducing me to this great article, and if you have JSTOR access you should look it up.)

Fanny Mendelssohn (1805-1847), later Hensel, was the older sister of Felix Mendelssohn (a big-deal Romantic composer, if you’re not familiar with the name), and a highly-talented composer in her own right - but she mostly flew under the radar, not publishing many of the more than four hundred pieces she wrote over her lifetime and even having a few published under Felix’s name.

Her first biography, written by her son a few decades after her death, strove to present her in the most flattering way possible in his context (and was used as a model by later writers): as a devoted, domestic family woman, reminded by her male family members that she shouldn’t try to pursue music as a career.

His book continually attempts to demonstrate that, despite his mother’s tremendous intellectual and musical gifts, she nonetheless conformed to appropriate social roles for women, that she was actually a “typical” daughter, wife, and mother. Like previous biographies of women, Hensel’s book is liberally sprinkled with just such frequent assurances that Fanny conformed to societal expectations of “womanliness” and that she had no desire to step outside the domestic sphere. His emphasis on his mother’s reluctance to publish and Paul’s inclusion of the letter that documents Felix’s disapproval are both products of a larger agenda, that of making sure that the images of Felix and Fanny conformed to nineteenth-century bourgeois gender roles.

If you know much about James Edward Austen Leigh’s biography of Jane Austen, this probably sounds a bit familiar. By definition, in the period, doing something to merit a biography while being a middle-class woman was a problem. It wasn’t shameful or distasteful - otherwise, family members would bury it rather than publishing about it - but it was a problem. (Male family members encouraging professional behavior was also a problem.) This was how you fixed the problem: by playing up the appropriate virtues. Not lying, but not really honest, either.

About a century later, feminist scholars were taking the field of history by storm, and reinterpreting narratives about women that had been written by men. Unfortunately, while feminist biographies intended to right historic wrongs by uncovering women who had tried to step outside of their prescribed roles and been shoved back, they sometimes went too far in the other direction by deliberately interpreting life stories through that lens.

The story is this: Fanny, equally talented as her brother Felix, was denied by her patriarchal father the professional career in music to which she aspired and was not allowed to publish her music by her repressive brother. Her music was allowed to appear only under her brother’s name. Her “voice” was effectively silenced by men, and her early death tragically ended her attempts to publish, so that she and her music were lost to history. This story, or variants on it, can be found in a variety of popular and scholarly sources. [...] That the story has solidified into wide acceptance is demonstrated by the emphasis it is given in the entry on Hensel in the second edition of the New Grove Dictionary, which hypothesizes that Felix “may have been motivated by jealousy, fear of competition, protectiveness or paternalism.”

(Are you noticing any parallels yet)

The scholars that presented her this way started with the earlier biographies, and essentially accepted them as accurate in all respects except for the contentment they portrayed Fanny as having had.

To get away from this new version of the narrative, Kimber went back to the the extant Mendelssohn letters, the only documents that could really tell us what the family members felt. For instance, Felix, in the letter mentioned in the first quote, went on to say that he’d support Fanny if she decided to publish her music even though he felt she shouldn’t. (Kimber points out that she was in fairly poor health at this point, too.) In others, he praised her work fervently, and had compliments for other female composers’ work. Fanny’s letters at times show her own ambivalence toward publishing her music, not just a desperate desire to be publicly recognized. Rather than stealing Fanny’s music, Felix admitted which of hers had been published under his name, and Kimber suggests that this was done with Fanny’s full agreement in order to get past the publisher’s bias.

The “recovery” of Fanny Hensel depends on her having been “lost” in the first place. Booth has recognized that scholars have built “a collective history for women . . . upon a founding fiction of their past obliteration, adhering to the same gender ideology that dictates women’s historical marginalization in the first place,” a situation reflected in the current Hensel “revival.” The problem of Hensel’s reception is not that her life was forgotten, but that current biographical treatment of he life has so little new to offer, merely reworking Sebastian Hensel’s portrayal of his mother for contemporary consumption.

It’s a good thing to revisit historical figures with new insights, to reinterpret their legacies through lenses that were once marginalized. But it’s important not to kick back on a narrative that feels wrong (for good reasons!) with another narrative that feels right. Look for complications. Look for the women who were conventional, and the women who were wildly unconventional and deeply frustrated with their lives, and the women who were, like many of us today, caught between the two poles, living within convention, sometimes criticizing it and sometimes having little to no problem with it. Given that male-centric history has long wanted you to put women into two boxes - “good” and “exceptional” (”exceptional” has a divider in it for good-exceptional and bad-exceptional) - it’s still feminist to examine women beyond those labels, even if you’re not saying that someone was angry at the status quo or kicking doors down.

If feminist biography and women’s history as a whole are to have any validity, they must not abandon a historical method that believes in evidence and replace it with fiction. This commitment sometimes means telling a story that we wish was different. While it might be more satisfying from a traditional feminist perspective to tell a story in which Fanny Hensel is deeply tormented by her desire for a professional career as a musician, the actual evidence for such torment is slim. Sara Alpern has written: “As a feminist, there were times when I wanted the story to come out differently. As a historian I had to tell what I found.”

#history #music #feminism #victorian #nobody's going to read all this #but I'm frustrated that I'm a glorified admin assistant at my public history job #I WANT TO CURATE AN EXHIBITION

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