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Can I please request a male reader x tommy Shelby where the male reader is a private teacher for Tommy’s children and tommy falls in love with him
It’s ok if you dont feel like it, no pressure 🌸✨
A/N: I hope you enjoy! This was very sweet to write and I even snuck a little Esme in there.
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Charlie asked him what love was, and it took everything in Tommy's power to not splutter out, "I don't fucking know." But he didn't. He told his son to ask Polly.
For some time, Tommy thought it was finding someone to laugh with and cry with and talk to until dawn. But when he thought of that these days he grimaced. The truth was that he was tired. There were days when he crawled back to Arrow House with heavy eyes, teeth aching and bone marrow crying out for rest. The last thing he wanted was more. More talking, more needing him, more desiring his existence. He wanted stillness and he found it in the solarium. He'd fall back on the settee, fully clothed, and doze off.
He knew what an iota of peace was, but nothing of love anymore.
It was the fall when Tommy's routine encountered a strange addition. He'd collapse in the solarium then awake to his head resting on a pillow, his shoes off and legs up, and his coat on him like a blanket. In front of him was a single tray of tea. He'd wake up, take a sip, grimace at the over-steeped, lukewarm drink, and gather himself.
In early October, Tommy woke to the sound of tea pooling in a porcelain cup. His eyes creaked open to see a man in wireframe glasses moving smoothly through the motions as if he'd been doing this exact thing for weeks. His brown eyes met Tommy's, and he gave a soft smile before walking across the room and sitting in a nook by the window without a word. It only took a moment to see him sink into the space like he belonged there with a book in hand.
If Tommy hadn't hand-selected Daniel Peterson to be Charlie's live-in teacher, he would have had a dead man in his home. But instead, he had a raging curiosity.
"Thanks for letting me sleep," Tommy spoke as he reached for the cigarettes in his pocket.
"Well I'm always here first, so I really just go on my way," Daniel clarified. Tommy tried to think if he ever recalled another person in the space, but he always had one mission in mind.
"The tea is nice."
"Not when you get to it, it isn't."
"But you pour it anyway?" Tommy asked. There was a pause and the sound of the striking of a match was all there was.
"I do... pour it anyway. You're welcome."
Come November, Tommy understood the appeal of sitting in silence. He came to the solarium and checked for Daniel who was almost always reading. For a few hours, they existed in each other's presence with few words, just the pouring of tea. Tommy slept, but eventually, he began just sitting with his eyes closed and head tilted to the ceiling- the company being refreshing when the nap wasn't enough.
The day Daniel quietly came over and lit Tommy's cigarette when the man lost his own matches, was the day Tommy looked at him. He'd reread the studious teacher's file for reference, and then again recently like a good book. Daniel was a few months older than Tommy, but their lives were much different. He'd fought in the war but he was stable and bookish.
The day he was hired, it was how he spoke simply and straightforwardly, saying exactly what he could and could not do that made Francis and Tommy choose him. Now Tommy realized the teacher had a real steady charm about him. He was solid and responsible, or at least he didn't seem to need anything from him. And he had a nice smile, Tommy thought.
It was nearing December and the end of the school season, so Tommy checking in on more of Charlie's studies. He'd done it here and there before, but it was becoming a habit.
Daniel watched Charlie run off to play before approaching Tommy, cross-armed and leaning against the door.
"Light schedule today?" Daniel teased with a tilted head.
"I was just curious as always and when I'm working from home, why not stop by?" Tommy shrugged. "Since I'm here, do you want to have dinner with Charlie and I?"
"Are you sure? My silence is golden."
"Hardy har har, though I appreciate that too."
Tommy watches the man clean up and begins etching every bit of him in his mind. Shapely jaw, nimble fingers, a warm kindness and elegance. The lithe of his voice, his quietness and care. Tommy collected things one by one until his mind was filled with Daniel Peterson.
Dinners and silent solarium encounters were comfortable, pleasant even. Tommy was starting to think he didn't deserve it. This was peace, he thought, he just happened to be getting greedy about having so much more of it.
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"What is love?" Charlie asked, this time to Daniel while he was supposed to be answering questions. Tommy stood at the door, watching, surprised Charlie was still on this. Daniel hummed and clasped his hands.
"Love is a shapeshifter and a mirror and disgustingly honest. You'll understand that when you're older. But for now, it's doing what you can to make sure someone is delighted, healthy, and well from the tiniest detail to the biggest things. But the most important thing is listening and respect. Unwanted consideration is not considerate. Good?" Daniel grinned at Charlie whose head was tilted.
"Ummm, alright, good." Charlie's nose scrunched when his teacher ruffled his hair, but he got back to work.
He could read a thousand books about love and each one would tell him something different, Tommy knew that much. And yet that brief explanation from Daniel stayed in his mind and seeped out of him. He started pouring tea and offering access to the Arrow House library. They shared lunches, breakfasts, and five-minute moments in each other's presence when Tommy wound up walking to Daniel's office in the middle of the day without even meaning to.
"Are you on drugs again?" Esme asked as she sat reports on Tommy's desk.
"Fuck off."
"Seriously, Thomas. They aren't good for you, and we can all tell," she scolded him. Tommy realized she was serious and he sighed.
"I'm not. So I guess you're all wrong."
"If it's not opium then you must be in love because you walk like a man hungry for something that's not at Watery Lane." Esme gave him a pointed look, and Tommy couldn't help but compare her to Polly as she left the office. She did seem to catch on quicker than he did. Tommy leaned back in his chair.
The harsh winter made Tommy decide it wasn't love, it was gratitude. For all the nights Daniel helped Charlie feel less like he was babysat and more like he was living. And when Daniel took care of the Shelbys in the house when they got sick at the same time.
It was more like, being impressed with him. He knew everything, it seemed. Not a genius per se, but an encyclopedia of a man no less. Even when it came to business, Daniel could point Tommy in the right direction.
Or even a natural closeness was a better description. Daniel wrapped his arms around Tommy on the anniversary of Grace's death and days that got rough. His touch became a welcome comfort that Tommy sought out again and again. It wasn't love, it was just greed. It was just wanting more of the kind of peace that only he could provide.
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"Are you two in love?" Charlie asked. Daniel and Tommy turned their heartfelt eyes from each other to Charlie.
"What makes you ask that?" Daniel asked calmly, beating Tommy to speaking first.
"Dad said love was hard to explain and he told me to ask Polly. Polly said it was when you just want to stay by someone's side. And I asked Mr. Peterson and he said it was wanting to do what you can to make sure someone is delighted, healthy, and well from the tiniest detail to the biggest things," Charlie recited their answers precisely between bites of oatmeal. "Isn't that what you two do? You're always together when you're home, and even pour each other's tea. And you always look delighted when we all play together. You're in love, aren't you?"
Daniel tapped the table and leaned back in thought. His eyes turned to Tommy, deferring to him for once.
"Must be," Tommy said with a nod, then went back to his breakfast. Daniel's eyebrows raised at the confession, but both Shelbys had already moved on. When Charlie left for his piano lesson, Daniel turned to Tommy.
"What was that?"
"Charlie made excellent points. And it's been true for a while hasn't it?" Tommy flipped through his paper absentmindedly but with trembling hands.
"Well what are you going to do about it?"
"What do you mean? I'll just keep loving you."
"How romantic," Daniel mumbled then reached for toast. Tommy's hand reached out and caught his.
"You didn't say your piece yet."
"I think I've loved you since I poured tea for you just in case you woke up in time to drink it hot. I just didn't think I'd be found out by a six-year-old."
"My sister-in-law found me out, so we're even."
Tommy wasn't convinced he knew what love was anymore, or if he ever did. But he did know the morning breeze quieted them, and the sunlight drenched the acres of Arrow House in a way that made his breath catch a bit.
Tommy knew peace, and he knew what he wanted more of, which was having more moments hand in hand with Daniel. And at the end of the day, he was beginning to think that was enough.
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Something fluffy and cute please with Kyo. 👉🏼👈🏼
Please work your magic. 🥺
Hi, anon! Thank you for your request! It's a short drabble that I typed up at work. 😩 I hope you like it, sweetling! ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings: Not Proofread, Word Vomit, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
The sun is scorching and unforgiving on your bare limbs. Of course, you didn’t expect it to be anything less. It’s the hottest month of the year, and you’ve forgotten to reapply sunscreen. But that’s the farthest thing from your mind at the moment.
You lie in the scratchy grass, suckling on a grape-flavored popsicle that quickly melts down your cheeks. Vibrant flip-flops lay forgotten a few feet away, Kyojuro on your opposing side. Fingers intertwined, and his head nestled in the crook of your sopping, wet shoulder. He sighs contentedly. You smile around your fruity treat, thinking the moment is just too surreal. Wishing to preserve it in your mind like an old Polaroid.
A bucket of brightly-colored water balloons sits not too far off from you. It was Kyojuro’s idea, a means of beating the heat. You’re grateful for his spontaneity. A break in the dissonance of your mind, the monotony of work. Thankful that you get to hold him so tenderly in your momentary cease-fire—you’d spent the better part of the day pelting each other with water balloons and spraying each other with water guns.
You’ve nearly dosed off, the serenity of your quiet neighborhood lulling you to sleep. But the splatter of a balloon next to your head jerks you away from your potential nap. You shoot up, watching Kyojuro’s back as he flees with water balloons cradled in his shirt. He must have snuck away while you were interweaved in beautiful thoughts.
You push yourself from the ground, filling your hands with cold balloons. You pursue Kyojuro without a second thought, giggling madly like the child who lives deep within.
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Hi!
I really like the way you write and I was gonna ask a one when tommy is angry about something and he is telling the reader but while he is talking his hands are in the air like he makes fast moves with it (I hope It would make sense) and then one of his hands hits reader hard and the rest is up to you.If you do it I'll be so thankful.If you don't It no problem.♡♡♡
A/N: I hope you enjoy!
Tommy didn't seem like he'd be one for theatrics, but something about coming from London brought it out of him.
"And then Arthur, OF ALL PEOPLE, disagreed WITH ME, in the middle of the meeting!" Tommy yelled. He was having it out in the middle of the betting house, though the Friday evening eagerness to leave got him little sympathy.
You watched in your corner, chuckling with John as Tommy spiraled.
"I swear it's Alfie. Alfie Solomons has to be the reason he's life this after his trips," you speculated. John topped off your cup of tea and hummed.
"I think he's got a woman or something."
"No way,"
"I'm serious. Nothing makes you wild like love," John insisted, his eyes immediately looking for Esme. You rolled your eyes and hopped off the desk you were sitting on.
"I'll get it out of him, just watch."
You approached Tommy as nonthreatening as possible. First you'd deescalate then blindside him with a "what's wrong" while in his office. Unfortunately for you, you could hardly announce your presence before Tommy swung around, hitting your face with a heavy hand. The Watery Lane crew groaned as if they'd placed their bets and were watching a proper fight.
You, on the other hand, were blinking fast to reorient yourself. Your cup of tea laid broken on the table you stumbled into, and slowly the pain on the bridge of your nose began to spread.
"Holy hell," John grumbled, walking over.
"Y/n, where the hell did you," Tommy sputtered. His eyes were wide, surprised it had even happened, much less by his hand, and much less to you.
There was quiet for a moment as John and Tommy gathered around you. It only took a moment for sobs to wreck through your body and the Blinders began chiding Tommy.
"Nice one, Tom," they scoffed, shaking their heads. "Big bad Tom hitting the innocent now."
"Everything's fine, right? You're alright?"
"I think so," you answered, pitifully.
Tommy leaned down in front of you to check then grimaced. You suspected the bruising was starting and the warmth you felt on your hand that was still holding where you were hit, was your bleeding nose. Tommy's handkerchief pressed against your face.
"Come into my office, it'll be alright," Tommy mumbled, still collecting himself. You nodded.
"Okay, thank you. It's not too bad," you said to the other Blinders while choking back sobs. "I'll be okay."
"Christ, wait until Polly hears this." John clicked his tongue. Tommy walked first and you quickly calmed and shot John a thumbs up.
"10 quid I'm right and it's about Alfie. Tommy has to tell me now," you whispered, punctuating the sentiment by sticking your tongue out. You went back to sniffling and John's jaw dropped. He knew you could take a hit, but not that you could be an actor.
"Good God, help us all."
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