#thomas shelby fan fic

[look-at-the-soul]

Grandma knows best

Tommy Shelby x reader (+Grandma)

Summary: Thomas Shelby is a well known gánster, reckless, fearless, stubborn, restless… he might be a lot of things, but he wasn’t an inconsiderate man. Not specially with an elderly woman.

A/N: 🤷🏻‍♀️ grandmas definitely knows what’s best for us 👵🏻♥️✨ nothing but a fluff moment…

See the Grandma series here

Word count: 3,303

Taking off you coat, you tried to rub your hands to warm them up. Announcing you just arrived, barely noticing an unfamiliar voice.

But to your surprise, once you stepped into the kitchen, you found the least person you thought that could ever be there.

The Small Heath devil, Thomas Shelby.

“Oh darling, there you are.” You grandma greeted you with a wide smile. “I was just telling Mr. Shelby about you.”

“Grandma.” You were paralyzed, frozen in spot.

Giving you a subtle double look, he had to force himself to compose, nothing your grandmother had said about you prepared him. Your beauty was beyond words. And over the last hour he had heard nothing but compliments and good things, he had to admit he had been curious about that young lady that seemed to be exceptional.

A long time ago you learned walking alone once is dark is a bad idea, but crossing your eyes with that man was worse.

“We haven’t done anything wrong Mr. Shelby…” you tried to explain as the man stared perplexed, his man spread as if he owed everything in that house.

“Sweetheart Mr. Shelby helped me with the groceries and bread, the basket was heavy and he offered to walk me home.”

Noticing the terror in your eyes, he cleared his throat.

“My job is done here Mrs. Barwick, it was lovely to meet you, thank you for the tea.”

Standing up, he grabbed his peaky cap, the razor blade caught the light and shone in your direction. But your grandmother had a different idea.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You’ve to stay for dinner.”

“Absolutely not.” You rushed to interrupt. Looking down at the tone you just used to answer your grandma you mumbled an apology.

“I really appreciate the offer bu-”

“This is absurd, you can’t leave until you’ve had dinner Mr. Shelby, I must insist, and I need to know the rest of the story of that caravan trip you did.” She replied scolding him just like she did with you, in that motherly tone.

Frowning you looked from her, to the well known gánster. There was no way back now, he was staying for dinner.

“Now, would you like some more tea?” She offered to him, as Thomas opened his mouth to say no, your grandma filled the cup again. It looked ridiculous in his hand.

The most dangerous man in the country drinking tea from a cup decorated with flowers. ¡In your bloody kitchen!

“Milk?” She offered, ignoring the fact that he could kill her anytime. You’ve heard all kinds of stories about him and the tortures he used among his enemies.

“Yes thank you.”

“Sweetheart, would you mind helping me here?” She pointed at the pot next to her knees, it was getting harder for her to bend down these days.

“I’ll get that for you.” He offered and in mere seconds he was crunching down to get it.

“Oh bless you.” Your grandma offered him another smile. “Why are you still standing there?” She called to get your attention.

Shaking your head a little, you were able to move past the initial shock, but still threw the man a side look just to make sure he wasn’t planning to blind your grandmother.

“Shall I cut these?” Mr. Shelby proposed pointing at the potatoes, after your grandmother nodded he produced a knife from his pocket, making you gasp. “Everything alright Miss Y/LN?”

“If you excuse me, I’ll come back in a minute.” She raised her eyebrows at you before she left.

“Listen it’s just the two of us alright? I pay the taxes and give money to church but I won’t pay you for protection.” You should have kept your mouth shut but for some reason, adrenaline made you talkative and you were nervous, afraid for your life, for your grandma.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to collect any money.” He raised his hands in defense. “Your grandmother is adorable.”

“What?” You asked perplexed, thinking of a possible way to get out of the house safely.

“You heard me, I’m not here to do any harm to you or her.” He clicked his tongue. “She said you’re a smart woman, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

“Then why are you here?” Confusion was written all over you.

“She offered me tea and cookies… oh! And dinner.”

“You can’t stay!”

“Y/N! Where are your manners? That’s no way to treat such a gentleman.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at her words. Thomas Shelby a gentleman. He narrowed his eyes, and gave you an offended look.

“Set the table, I’ll finish this.” She ordered.

Doing as she asked, you went to collect the plates.

“Not that ones! The fancy set!” She instructed pointing the spoon at you.

Tommy chuckled at your surprised expression, but quickly looked down to continue his task chopping the vegetables.

But he’s a criminal! He’s a gangster! You wanted to say. Yet, she wanted to use the delicate china reserved only for important occasions.

Placing the plates, you took then the silverware from the drawer. Seconds later you heard them laughing over something he had said, your grandmother’s voice praising him for his sense of humor. She had no idea who he was! Or what he had done.

“And what did he say afterwards?” He asked your grandma, you found him leaning against the sink, his body turned to face her.

“He said, I swore I saw you first, it had to be me the one who would make the first move.” Your grandmother stated proudly.

Here she was, seventy something years old telling the number one Birmingham’s criminal her love story with your grandfather.

“I told him, of course honey, you chose me. He always thought it was him, but it was me the one who chose him.”

“How long were you married?” He asked with interest.

“Over fifty years, most of my life. Can you believe that?”

“That’s lovely.” He admitted. The words sounded so wrong in his mouth, he should be cursing or shouting.

“Dinner is ready.” Your grandma announced. “Y/N help our guest.”

You wanted to roll your eyes.

“Food smells amazing.” He complimented.

“Would you like a piece of bread? Tommy?”

“Grandma!”

“What? He says I can call him that.” She defended.

“Please.” He smiled and you groaned internally. “I’m going to wash my hands.”

As soon as he disappeared, your grandma grabbed your arm. “You need to put a smile on that face my darling, can’t you see? An educated gentleman is visiting us, he smells nice, has a sense of humor, is polite and handsome… have you seen his eyes? It’s like a piece of heaven!”

“So what? He’s a-”

“You need to find yourself a decent man, Y/N.”

“He’s not a decent man.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Grandma, he’s an arrogant, selfish and dangerous-”

“May I have this honor?” He asked interrupting your little disagreement, offering his arm to your grandma, he guided her tenderly towards the table. He probably heard everything you said.

“So, Tommy what is that you do?”

“I’ve a business, we sell car parts in different countries.”He wasn’t lying.

“I’ve never used a car!”

“Then I should take you for a ride.”

You felt about to combust, he was charming your grandmother and she believed him!

Grinding your teeth, you placed the food on his plate.

“I really appreciate this.” He gave you a twisted smile.

Your grandmother’s hand came to rest on his arm. “I’m so glad I came across you this afternoon. It’s been lovely to share this meal with you.”

“I’m flattered you think that.”

“You don’t have a wife waiting at home, do you Tommy?” Your grandma asked bluntly and you almost chocked on your food.

“No, Mrs Barwick. I’m not married.”

“How is that possible?” She shook her head. “You deserve a good woman!” Then, looking at you she said; “what was that tale I told you to find a husband?”

“I don’t know grandma, I’m done with my dinner if you excuse m-”

But the look she threw in your direction, made you reconsider leaving the table. Sometimes she didn’t need to use her words. One look was more than enough.

You took a deep breath uncomfortable, and it only grew as you could feel Mr. Shelby’s eyes on you.

“Your grandma mentioned you sell books.” He asked to ease the tension.

“Yes.”

“Oh but show him! About that collection you got.” Your grandma encouraged.

“What is it about? Eh?”

“She’s a great seller.” She praised.

“Oh.” Mr. Shelby’s eyes sparkled. He was having fun. “Really?”

He was the most irritating person you’ve ever met.

“It’s about the Greek mithology.”

“Fascinating.” He nodded. “Why don’t you stop by my office tomorrow? I’d like the entire collection.”

“That’s wonderful!” Your grandma beamed.

“All set then.” He ran his tongue over his lips and then, tilted his head. “You made me remember about my grandmother.”

“What was a she like?” Your grandmother asked, batting her lashes.

He had her eating from his palm deliberately.

Studying the man before your eyes, something changed inside you. How could he be so cold-hearted? He seemed like a total different person in that very moment, his guard was down, posture totally relaxed, he even had a smile on his face.

Catching you off guard, you had to look away from him.

“She was a gypsy princess.” His blue eyes filled with nostalgia. “Thanks to her I learned all about values like respect, loyalty. She showed me how to ride a horse and light a fire.”

“It must’ve been hard for her to be on the road.”

“Actually no, she loved to be free, said how nature provided us for everything we might need.” He explained all while his deep voice was dragging you into something you couldn’t name. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you up. Thank you once again.”

“Thank you for a lovely evening Tommy, would love to have you again for dinner .”

He gave you another look, not so subtle this time.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all, right Y/N?” She pressed her elbow against your arm. “Walk him to the door my dear.”

Offering his hand to her, she whispered into his ear; “She doesn’t trust easily, you’ll need to work harder.”

Tommy tried to disguise his chuckle, after winking at your grandmother he thanked you too.

“I really enjoyed it, hope to see you around?” He arranged the peaky cap on his head and placed his hand on your arm.

“Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” Was all you could think of saying, still confused by everything that happened.

“Goodnight Mr. Shelby?” Your grandmother mimicked your voice. “You’ll need to do better next time, fix your hair, wear your new shoes… a little something! Y/N I placed him in a silver tray for you and you only said two words to him. Sweetheart you need to do something to catch his attention.”

Opening your mouth to protest, but she continued rambling. “But be discreet, you must stand out from the other women, don’t throw yourself at him, leave him wanting more,” her eyes sparkled in excitement. “A hand on his shoulder, hold his gaze… or pretend to brush something from his coat and then look at his lips.”

“Grandma, stop.” You blushed.

“Goodness, I can’t do anything else for you! He was right here!” She took the plates to the kitchen. “A smile might help, you need to ask him about his day, fix his handkerchief…”

“He was only here because you didn’t give him another option.” A sigh escaped your lips.

“My sweet girl, you’ve everything he needs,” she cupped your chin gently. “But you’re too shy! He kept staring at you…”

“I think your imagination is wild.”

“Y/NY/LN,” you stopped midway as she called your full name. Oh oh. “I like him to be my grandson-in-law… so you gotta do something soon.”

And knowing her the way you did, you realized there was no way back now. Once an idea got into her head, she wouldn’t let that slip away.

“I’ve been praying for this moment for so long!” You heard her say from across the room and then she mumbled something about that blue dress that suited you so well.

As you were about to clean the kitchen you heard a knock on the door. Opening, you were surprised to find the most terrifying man on your doorstep once more.

Your heart rate went up immediately, he was standing with his hands crossed in front of his body, head hanging low, you could only see his lips under the peaky cap.

“I’ll be waiting for you Miss Y/LN, tomorrow ten o’clock, I’ll make sure to send someone to help you with the books.”

“That won’t be necessary, I can carry them by myself.” You insisted, still unsure about his intention.

“Fairly well, as you wish.”

As he turned around to leave, something made you stop him.

“I want to thank you for helping my grandmother.” Never, in a million years you imagined you’d be grateful for something he did.

Lifting his jaw to stare at you with those piercing blue eyes that could set anyone into stone, he gave you a smile.

“I just did the right thing.” He cleared his throat. “You’ve nothing to be afraid of by the way, don’t believe everything you hear.”

“I just learned that, you can be considerate and charming sometimes.”

“Then consider yourself lucky,” he winked at you, “that doesn’t happen too often.”

Looking past your shoulder, Tommy noticed your grandmother’s head poking, moving her hands excitedly towards you.

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[jomarch-wannabe]

Is there any possible way I could request for Tommy Shelby where the reader maybe calms him down after a nightmare. Like fluff and angst.

Anyway your fics are fricken amazing 💕

Love this idea!! Thanks for sharing!! 🥰

Night terrors (Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader)

A loud gasp abruptly woke you from your dreams. The sound was startling, making your heart pound as your eyes searched the dark bedroom.

“Tommy?” Your hand sifted through the bedsheets, damp with sweat.

The mattress squeaked as you sat up on your elbows, finding his curled up figure on the edge of the bed, heaving loud breaths through his mouth.

“Tommy,” you reached for him, sitting up quickly in concern, “what’s the matter?”

“Christ.” He let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking in paranoia as fragments of his nightmare still lingered.

“What’s wrong love?” You extended a hand to his back, rubbing soothing strokes down his tense frame.

He let out a breath at your touch, shrinking under your gaze.

In search of his eyes you reached a hand to his face, pulling his attention to you with your gentle touch. “Tommy, I love you, let me help you.”

His jaw clenched as he struggled to hold back his emotions, filling his eyes with tears as they flicked over yours. In overwhelm he caught his head with his hands, digging into his forehead with his fingers.

“It’s all coming back.” He huffed against his hands, pulling at his brow in distress.

“What is?” You leaned in, smoothing a hand down his back.

“The war. France. All of it. Fucking all of it.” His voice trembled as he grew more emotional, recalling the horrors haunting him. “I see it y/n. The tunnels. I see it in t-the bloody walls.”

The confession made him break down, penetrating the silence of the room with a painful cry. Your heart shattered at the sound.

“Tommy..” The sheets wrestled beneath you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gently guiding him into your chest.

He received your embrace, huffing out a breath through his mouth as he curled into you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“It’s over now Tommy.” You tried best to relax his shaking frame, soaking your chest with his streaming tears.

Your fingers worked through his damp hair, pulling the strands out of his face. “It’s over.”

He sniffled, nudging his head against your chest in search of comfort. The shallow sounds of your breathing vibrated against his ear, soothing the anxiety coursing through him.

“It’s okay Tommy..” you whispered, cradling his head with gentle hands, swiping his falling tears with your thumbs. “It’s not real.”

The careful touch of your fingers encouraged a withheld breath to escape his mouth, relaxing in the safety of your arms.

In affection you planted a kiss on top of his head, making him hum lowly, slowly blinking his eyes.

“You’re safe Tommy..” the soothing tone of your voice coaxed his eyes to fall closed, gently into sleep. “You’re safe.”

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Pt 6. Blood Bath

Things come to a head at Arrow House. The enemy makes their move as they have the Shelby family cornered.

Warnings: blood, graphic description of murder, panic, peaky themes

Previous Parts

Tommy watched the boy size him up, and he hated the respect he had for him. Noah cared about you more than he feared him. 

“Now before you round on me for kissing her, what are you going to do about that fucking priest.” The boy’s eyes were dark and his knuckles were white. 

So they had that conversation. 

“Need to clean this mess up first.” He answered not happy with the situation. 

“And after.” The boy pressed. 

“Haven't been in that business for a long time,” Tommy said not wanting to admit the murder he already had planned. 

“That’s still our business and -” 

“Then we’ll handle it together.” The words came out without thought. This seemed to put the boy at ease. 

“How long were you going to sleep on that?” His anger was understandable, he hated how much of himself he saw in the boy. 

“Only found out a few days ago-” The boy held up his hand. 

“Not the time to send people away. But you were going to do something about it.” Tommy gave him a nod, his patience wearing thin. This boy in his house questioning him on his love for his daughter. “Good. Sorry, Mr. Shelby.” 

Tommy cocked his head to the side slightly. 

“Just hate seeing her like that.” they both gave each other a nod. For your comfort, he let you stay in your own bed, unsurprised when he heard footsteps creaking into your room later that night.

Noah cared about you enough to be a man about the situation, and if a single kiss had you puking your guts out he felt like the danger of a pregnancy was too far away to be a concern. 

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You laid awake in bed thankful that Esme had looked after you throughout the afternoon. She made you some tea and broth, both helped settle your stomach but nothing helped the numbing buzz radiating through your system. Polly came through in the evening and brought you a glass of brandy. 

She had a look in her eye that told you Tommy must have mentioned what happened. She didnt say anything but mentioned she was in the room next door if you needed anything. 

Then the unthinkable, but somehow expected happened. Noah pushed your bedroom door open. He pointed to the bed and you nodded at him. 

“Will you freak out if I lay beside you?” 

“No.” You whispered back. He got into bed and you immediately made things indecent by moving up against his body. Feeling him close put the fears of him leaving at bay. 

“I’m worried you’ll break up with me.” You said softly, you were surprised you got the words out so clearly. 

“Definitely not going anywhere. As for the physical stuff, lots of time to figure it out.” 

“I don’t want you to think- like you know that I - just - erm - it’s just sort of complicated but - I do, I do want you.” Your chest closed up and swallowed in on itself like a black hole.  

“Woah, you have a thing for me? This whole time I thought we were just good friends.” He ran a hand through his hair blowing out a large breath. You swatted at him, wanting him to be serious. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered before kissing your temple. 

“I will figure it out.” 

“I know you will.” 

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The next morning there was a severed hand tied to the gate. Johnny Dogs brought it up to the house and you caught a glimpse of the frozen hand before your dad redirected you and Noah to the downstairs to distract the children. 

“Why would they -” 

“It’s a warning, they know we are here and that they are coming,” Noah answered accepting another picture drawn by your little cousin Elena. “Thank you, darling.” He said giving her a pat on the shoulder. “It’s really good.” She looked up at him in adoration before running back to the coffee table to start on another one. 

You sunk into the couch next to him. You could feel he was tense, eyes scanning the room’s windows and doors periodically. You made up the excuse of needing the bathroom and dashed up to your room. 

Deep down you knew it was pointless, no one was going to come close enough to use it. Not to mention people used guns these days. But tucked in between your mattresses there was a large dagger. John and Esme had got it for you from a trip they took to the Highlands. You tied its case to your hip and pulled your long skirt over it. It was unnecessary but it calmed your nerves knowing you had something. 

You were on your way down the steps when Esme caught your arm. Her hair was more frazzled than usual and her eyes were wide. 

“Take Lizzie, round the kids up, and stay in the cellar.” You went back upstairs and told Lizzie. She moved very quickly, her house coat billowing behind her. She and Noah helped wrangle all the kids into the cellar. It was cold and slightly damp, but the adrenaline running through you kept you together. 

You did a head count and realized someone was missing. Elena was not here. 

“I’ll go back to grab Elena, stay here.” You told Noah who was about to protest. “I know where the rest of the hiding spots are if we can't make it back here. Just stay put.” You slipped out of the door and dashed down the hall before Lizzie could get involved. You ran downstairs looking for her everywhere. Then came back up and checked the kitchen. You were about to leave when you caught her in the corner of your eye. She was outside. 

You saw her red wool dress toddling towards a man standing at the edge of the woods. You opened the back door and felt the man's dark eyes land on you. The sounds of machine guns firing became unavoidable and you took a deep breath. 

“Elena” You called out to her thankful your voice didn’t shake. She turned around to look and you. “Come here.” She moved towards you and you got on your knee and whispered to her.

“Noah needs you in the cellar. Tell him I’m fine, that I’m hiding. Don’t stop for anyone or anything he really needs to see you.” Her little eyes lit up and she made a dash towards the house. 

You stood up and sized up your opponent. 

“Come have a walk with me.” He had a gun in his hand and you knew that it was your only option, but that didnt mean you would show it. With your head held high, you went with him. Once close enough you could see him properly. He was tall and had a large hat that shadowed his sunken face. “You want to save your family? Yes?” He had a slight accent. 

“Yeah, that’d be alright.” You said back casually, his eyes sparkled with curiosity. 

“Well, your father has something I want. You're going to help me get it.” 

“Alright.” You motioned for him to lead the way. You assumed you were a hostage, not a bad position really. He saw value in you, therefore he wouldn't kill you right away. You waited until he tucked his gun away, He took a few steps towards the forest turning his back on you. You quickly took out the dagger tucked into the top of your skirt and held it tightly. 

“The thing about your family -” Much to your relief he started his big story giving you a bit of time. Quickly to catch him off guard, you charged towards him, sending the dagger right under his left rib cage. 

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Elena’s voice called on the other side of the door. Noah opened it while Finn was ready with his gun. The little girl ran in quickly hugging onto his legs. 

“She said you needed to see me.” 

“Where is she Elena,” He asked her while picking her up. She hugged onto his shoulders. “She said she's alright, she’s hiding.”

Panic shot through him and Finn quickly put a hand on his shoulder. 

“She knows where to hide here, she’s probably fine.” His jaw was tight as was the grip on his arm. Lizzie sniffed and suddenly got up. Noah looked around and did the math. Finn was most likely right, you sent Elena along and had to hide somewhere else. Going after you could put you in more danger, and it would leave Lizzie and the kids one man down. He knew that would only piss you off. 

He didn’t like it but it was a gamble he had to take. 

“She’s alright Lizzie. She mentioned earlier if she got separated she had a few places she would hide.” He lied, and Finn gave him a slight nod. Elena stayed attached to him so he held on to her and tucked the gun he was given into his waistband. Down here it was painfully silent as Lizzie kept the kids comfortable. 

“Hey, did your dad ever tell you about the time he, Tommy, and my dad got into a fight with a bear?” The kid's eyes all lit up and he sat down on a barrel and started to tell the story about the bear in the pub. 

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The knife pierced his lanky body and a gasp left his mouth. Your hand slipped into his jacket quickly and you grabbed his gun. 

“You -” He said starting up again and you shot him, in the back, straight in the chest. The man's body crumpled. 

Faces of your father and the priest started to swim in your head. Anxiety ripped through you as the blood seeped into the white snow. Flipping him over you grabbed his wallet. 

“Luca Changretta” You whispered. Well, that wasn’t so bad. You looked down at the man's dark eyes and something inside you lessened. There were plenty of bad men in the world but now there was one less. You did that. 

You thought of the hand-tied to the gate and let out a sigh. If that’s how these people did things, that’s just what you would have to do. You pulled your dagger out and your hands got coated in thick blood. Moving the knife to his throat you started hacking and carving away. 

It surprised you how rubbery everything was, in your mind the stupid thing would just tople off. As you worked your mind tried to argue that this was a horrible thing you had done. But something in the pit of your stomach reminded you what horrible men were capable of. Maybe God's sense of humor is what allowed the dagger to pierce his flesh. 

Eventually, you were covered in blood and you had a head to gift back to the Italians. You ran in the snow down the hill along the side of the house. The front yard was a complete mess. The snow was red, everything was red. Your mind swam but you kept moving forward, those were your men getting shot at. 

You could see that they had made a sort of barricade and the Italians were making it down the driveway. Unsure of what to do you waited for the silence as they reloaded and let out a loud wolf whistle. You held the head up high and a roar of shouts erupted from both sides. 

Before you could take another step a large bear-like figure tackled you down from the side. You instinctively used the dagger's handle to smash into its face before your arm got caught by a massive hand.

It was Alfie, in a big fur coat, looking very pissed. 

“Sorry, Mr. Solomons” You whispered weakly, hoping you hadn't hit him too hard. 

“You're just like your father - fucking troublemaker.” He grumbled keeping his body over yours as bullets rang out. “Take his head and run down the hill. Not go in through the back door, come out the front door, and give the head to us? Eh?” 

“No class with you people. Straight savagery every time.” he continued to chatter on and it was nice to have something distracting you. The snow was deep enough that if they didnt move they were probably out of vision. He moved up slightly to look over the snow. 

“Looks like you gave them the distraction they needed though, chasing them down the drive.” He let out a rumbling sigh. 

“So, you were going to run down the hill causing a distraction?” You asked him, he looked down at you and narrowed his eyes. 

“That’s business between me and your father.” He said in a low voice. There was a long silence and Alfie still kept you there. Your teeth started to chatter and you realized your hand was still fisted in Luca’s black hair. 

“Nah, don’t start thinking about it. I don’t know how you did it but wait for a glass of whiskey. Trust me you'll be alright.” 

You gave him a nod hoping he wasn't angry. Then your father pulled him off of you and picked you up. He crushed you against himself  and you wondered how he could still carry you despite your size. You closed your eyes not ready to deal with everything yet. 

He got you onto the couch in his study and tried to take the head away from you. It took you a long moment to realize you could let go now. You took a deep breath untangling your fingers. Tommy’s hands ran over you before a loud scream erupted. Esme was there with a look of horror on her face. Polly soon followed. 

Various questions were flying around you their hands trying to push your hair back and get the blood off your face. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled eyes locked on Tommy. “His body was too big to drag in the snow.” It seemed significant to apologize as you got blood all over the sofa. 

“Eh, knew that knife was a good gift,” John mumbled picking the knife up off the sofa beside you.

“Hacked his head off, all by herself. They grow up so fast.” Arthur boomed looking at you with pride in his eyes. Esme gave them both a murderous look and suddenly they followed Alfie out of the study. 

Polly locked eyes with Tommy who was kneeling directly in front of you. After one last look, he gave her a nod. He squeezed your hand and stood up. Polly and Esme led you up the stairs and guided you into your parent’s bathroom. It was larger than yours, but the blood smearing all over the white tiles made your stomach flutter. They sat you down on the lid of the toilet. 

The warm air stung your skin and your lungs. When the door pushed open you felt your body get swallowed up in hot guilt. Lizzie looked positively feral. Her arms wrapped around you, your mind thawed out and tears started to form.

After a long while, she took a few deep breaths before helping you into a bath. First, you showered with warm-ish water to get the blood off and to get your limbs back to a normal temperature. By that point, Polly had come back with her arms full of herbs and oils. 

You sat in the bathtub and she poured various things over you. The scent stung your eyes but you felt your heart lurch then become lighter somehow.  

“How are the kids? Noah?” You finally whispered. 

“Surprisingly, only a few minor injuries in the men, and everyone in the house was fine,” Esme answered while Lizzie gazed at the tiles on the wall. Her hand was on her belly and you could tell by the set in her jaw she was angry with Thomas. 

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Once you were cleaned up Lizzie got you tucked into your bed. 

“I told everyone you need to rest. We can deal with everything in the morning.” She kissed your forehead and ran a hand through your hair. She left and the sadness and anger that radiated off of her brought in a fresh wave of uncertainty and anxiety. 

Tommy came in a short while after. He sat on the edge of your bed looking into the fire. 

“You have any questions or things bothering you?” He asked in a faraway voice. 

“No, I feel a bit better honestly.” You sighed and his gaze flicked to you. “Spent a lot of time running from men like that. Now I don’t feel so helpless. Plus I think that was the last of the past coming back for you. Alfie didn’t sell you out. Things on my side are looking pretty good.” 

He gave you a hard look and then nodded. You knew he was dreading talking to Lizzie. 

“Dad, I shouldn't have landed that blow. It was beyond lucky, I think it was just what was supposed to happen. Elena had been lost, he was going to snatch her up, probably in exchange for John. I sent her back and he was happier with me anyway. The whole thing was lucky.” He took in what you were saying and you knew he didnt know how to respond. 

“Please make her understand it wasn't your fault, If you could blame anyone blame Elena for wanting snacks from the kitchen, but she’s five, and me and Esme will fight you.” You took a few breaths but it was getting hard to breathe again. “She’s got to understand, all of us need to stick together.” Tommy put down his glass of whiskey on your side table and put his hands on your shoulders. “That’s why everything worked out all right - it’s because we stuck together- if you guys break up-” You couldn't talk anymore, your body got light and heavy at the same time, and your vision started to get blurry. 

“Stop.” He commanded and you took a deep breath. “It will take a lot more than Lizzie’s anger to tear us apart. Trust me, I don't give up that easy.” 

You nodded and he pushed you down into your bed. You curled up on your side holding his hand. 

“It’s like with the storm, I needed to face this.”

He gave you a nod and kissed the top of your forehead. “Drink this if you can’t sleep.” He left his whiskey on the side table. “Come get me if you need anything.” 

With that, he got up and left your door slightly ajar. 

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He didn’t like what he did next. But he knew it would keep your mind off of things and put the boy out of his misery. He knocked on the door and waited for Noah to respond. 

He opened the door and could see that he had been pacing, much like himself. 

“She’s alright, bit fragile though.” He said watching the boy muster up the courage to ask the question Tommy knew he was struggling with. “If you wouldn't mind staying with her, I think it might help.” Tommy saw the boy light up but quickly composed himself. 

“I could do that.” He said calmly. 

“No messing around.” He said sternly before giving the boy a nod and leaving the room to go fight some more battles. 

Lizzie was rummaging through her closet and Tommy realized this was probably a lot worse than he realized. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to start up when he heard her give a shout. 

“Stupid fucking -” He saw her trying to reach a box high on the shelf. Part of him wanted to leave it there, so she couldn't pack it, and maybe it would prevent her from trying to leave. He sighed looking up at the box. 

“You're a lot of things- short is one of them” She bit out crossing her arms. He pulled the stool out of the corner and he grabbed the box for her. She accepted the box and started rummaging through the folded clothes. “She could have died.” 

“I know.” 

“That’s it, you know, and what!?” 

“And she didn’t. She saved Elena. She outsmarted Luca and tried to protect her family. I’m not happy about it, but I am grateful she’s alright.” 

“Thomas - she's 17 - it was a blood bath, in no way is she alright.” Lizzie snapped. 

“She said she needed to face this, she’s run from men like that her whole life. I don’t like it, I feel like I failed her every time she opens up about her past, when she was there covered in blood, I knew I failed her. But you leaving right now will be what kills her.” He knew it was underhanded and mean. 

“Leaving?!” Her eyes narrowed and Tommy was grateful that the box didnt have anything hard or dangerous in it. She threw a yellow nightgown at him. “YOU THINK AFTER EVERYTHING I WOULD LEAVE HER HERE WITH YOU.” She started to rage and she almost tripped over another pile of clothes on the closet floor. He stedied her and shut the door hoping it concealed some of the anger. 

She held on to him and tried to catch her breath. 

“Well, your tearing the closet apart, I thought -” 

“You, as always, thought wrong, stupid man.” She kept her slender fingers gripping his shoulder and he wondered what was going to happen next. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. “I’m too fat.” 

Tommy was glad he rarely smiled or laughed, in that moment he knew that either of those things would have been a deadly mistake. 

“I can’t fit my nightgowns anymore, the maternity ones I have remind me of Ruby.” Her voice broke and he pulled her into his arms. They stood like that for a long while. He ran his hand up and down her back, realizing if not for Ruby, he may never have been this lucky and blessed in his life. In the end, he was very sure that it was always Lizzie. She fought him every step of the way, but at the same time that also meant she chose him every single time. 

He guided her to the bed and pulled out one of his long sleep shirts. It was broad and baggy, and would easily cover her frame and the ever-growing bump, long enough for him to order her some new maternity gowns. She let him undress her, then slid the cotton shirt over her head. 

“I am sorry - for everything.” 

“I know you are.” She said softly. “Thank you, for keeping the family safe.” He didnt know how to respond to that so he gave her a kiss. They settled into bed and he turned the lights out. For a moment he thought he might finally drift to sleep when Lizzie opened her mouth. 

“So the bear in the pub huh?” Tommy let out a groan.

“Where did you hear about that?” 

“Noah, he told the kids the story to keep them quiet. He’s really good with children, I think if Elena was a bit old she would try to challenge her for him.” 

“Fucking boy.” Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose wondering why out of all the other 17-year-olds on the planet you had to pick that one. 

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You closed your eyes and felt good that there was nothing but darkness. No men, no blood, just an empty void. It only lasted a few moments before you heard Lizzie's muffled shouting. Your stomach rolled and you opened your eyes to look around your bedroom. The fire gave everything an inviting glow, it truly felt like your piece of the world. The thought of it being torn apart made you want to cry. 

A soft tap at the door made you jump. You poked your head out of your blankets to see Noah. He forgot himself for a moment and dashed towards you. He wrapped you up into his arms and you fell back against the bed. You had a moment of initial shock before you sought out his mouth. You kissed him hard, and you felt his hands stay firmly in place on your back. 

He broke the kiss and stood up moving off the bed. His face was flushed and his hair was a mess of curls. More than anything you wanted him to come back, you wanted his hands all over you. Remembering what it was like pushing him off of yourself to vomit made you calm down a bit. You knew you needed to move slowly, no matter how much you hated it. It wasn't fair to Noah. 

“Sorry - I promised your dad I wouldn't mess around.” He took a deep breath looking at the ceiling. 

“My dad sent you.” Your eyebrows knitted together. 

“Yeah, didnt want you to be alone.” He came back to you and you moved over as he climbed into bed. 

“Actually?” 

“Yeah, he looked really worried. Don’t want to push him any further today.” He said tucking in next to you. Your body felt like it was on fire as he ran a hand through your hair. “Why are their flowers stuck in your hair?” 

“Oh, Polly gave me a bath to make sure I wasn't traumatized or haunted.” 

“Oh yeah.” He gave a nod and you let out a soft laugh at his expression of confusion.

“Guess your family doesn't do that.” 

“No, not really. Lot’s to learn about.” 

“Likewise. Mum said you really helped keep the kids distracted. Thanks for doing that.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I didnt go after you, Finn said you would know where to hide. Isaiah came later and said he thought you were with Polly and Esme” His arms tightened his grip on you and you fought to keep your heart in check. 

“Knowing they were safe with you made it easier to deal with the situation.” 

“It’s over - never again, I’m - I’ll figure out a way to keep you from everything.” 

“What do you mean?” There was an edge to your words. 

“We - I can’t go through that again.” His voice was heavy. “I need to sort out with my dad how to clean things up on our side.” 

“Meaning you want things to be more legal?” The edge had turned to straight panic at the thought of him leaving. 

“Yes, for myself, but also because your dad is right. He fought really hard to get things clean. He even sent your uncles to prison once. I won’t take you back into that place. All of them would come after you. Won’t bring everything he built toppling down. Not when you could get hurt” 

His face finally looked down to meet yours. He must have seen the anxiety eating you. 

“What I’m saying is, I want to do good things with my life, and I want to build you something good too. Because - I - I love you.” You started up at him in disbelief. 

“I love you too.” You breathed. 

It took a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, you drifted off in his arms. At some point, the morning began as light poured in through your windows. Esme poked her face in and you met her eyes. She gave you a thumbs-up and a wink before shutting the door. 

You relised then that the rain was thundering on the roof. A sadness filled your chest, but insdead of dealing with it, you pressed your face against his neck and went back to sleep.

#closing walls and ticking clocks #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky blinders fan fic #luca changretta #alfie solomons #noah solomons

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Part 18: The Witch of Camden Town

Alfie Solomon's X Jovonka(FemOC)

A/N: Hello everyone and I am once again back with another new chapter that's right it's part 18 of my Alfie story. I somewhat had a hard time again in were to end this chapter ending but I am happy to announce that it was an accomplishment but a very devastating one for the most part. I really hope in the end it makes you guys feel a bit of some hope and want to see what will happen next. And yes I got very excited to include another character that I am proud to finally introduce to this series. As always guys thank you for reading and growing with me on this journey. Please as always comment, like, and reblog, it'll mean a lot for the page and I appreciate you all for the much love you have sent. And as always everyone please Enjoy!!!. I'll catch you guys again in the next post. See Ya!!!

ALFIE SOLMON'S MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,374

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Graphic Blood, Death of a Character(or maybe not???), Torture, and Some Cussing

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Camden Town

 “You were goin’ to hurt and rape her, Sabini. I did what I had to do. All because you were being a fuckin’ stupid drunk who likes to hurt innocent girls,” Alfie said, giving a serious glare back at his “friend” which Sabini found the insult unacceptable.

“Hehe, you know what I find more hilarious Solomon’s,” the Italian said, still pointing his gun, wanting to blow his face, but he held back. “All this time that we have been talking. I sent a few of my men to go catch a familiar little runaway that you know of. Don’t you worry, though I told my men to keep her clean and unharmed. How about you say hello to her right now, yea?”

“What are you talkin’ about Sabini,” Alfie said, fearing the worst was yet to come.

The Italian gangster didn’t answer him as he snapped his fingers toward Bob, making his way out of the office. A moment later, Bob came back. Alfie’s heart dropped on the floor once he saw the love of his life. Along with Isabel, Edna, and one other woman he didn’t recognize coming inside his brown-lit office. 

“Alfie,” Jovonka said in a frightened voice as the man behind her holding onto her arms, setting her on her knees. 

“You fuckin’ bastard! Let her go!” yelled out Alfie as he tried to reach for Sabini, but two henchmen restrained him down on his chair, as he breathed heavily through his nostrils.

“No! Now you will sit the fuck down like a good boy and watch as your sweet witch bitch gets what she deserves,” Sabini yelled back, still pointing his pistol in Alfie’s direction.

The scum Italian then stood on his feet, facing away from his fellow mate, looking at the girls in front of him.

“Before we get any further, you ladies must wonder how I knew you were in, Margate. Well, as a matter of speaking, I had a little help from someone you might know of. 

Jovonka looked away, trying to not make eye contact with the man, and instead looked at Alfie. Her eyes showed him how scared she is feeling and thinking that things could get terrible. The Italian gangster knelt in front of her face. Jovonka only ignored him as best as she could. 

“It’s vulgar of you to not look me in the eye, my dear. Especially now that I know you were the little shit who cast that spell on me. Just so you can protect your savior who put me in the fucking hospital for weeks, even months,” Sabini’s voice erupted, making her and the rest of the girls jump in fright.

Jovonka finally locked eyes with her captor. She has grown to hate and fear. Giving him a serious death stare, wishing she could just end his life on the spot.

“It hurt, didn’t it? To be useless for quite some time all because of your own drunkness and pathetic attempt to have your way with me,” said Jovonka in a confident reply, a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Sabini’s face turned into annoyance and anger as, in a swift gesture, slapped Jovonka across the face with the back of his left hand. Both Alfie and Isabel reacted to this as they both wanted to strangle and murder Sabini for laying a hand on her. 

“You’re goin’ to fuckin’ pay for that, you piece of shit I swear to fuckin’ God!” Alfie threateningly yelled out, trying his best to struggle out of the two men restraining him back. 

Jovonka let out a small groan under her breath as a faint red mark showed up on the side of her face. Sabini wrapped a hard hand around her neck, letting out a gasp for air. 

“You think that was funny, eh? Well, you won’t be smiling after what I will do to you next now, will ya? Victor, my boy, would you be so kind as to hold her face down for me?” Sabini said, gesturing a finger for the man to come forward.

“No, No! Leave her alone you fuckin’ bastard! Do it to me and not her!” Alfie yelled out to the Italian mobster, ignoring his proposal as Victor now held her face out, exposing her right cheek.

Isabel looked on with horror as she tried her best to get out of the henchman’s restraints. But it was no use. Sabini then took out a sharp blade from behind his belt glistening under the semi-lit office. Ready to plunge the sharp object into the girl that got away.

“You cold-hearted wretch, punish me, not my sister,” said Isabel, giving a death stare at Sabini and making an ugly smile at her. 

“You two are pathetic to want to take this thing right here, yea, in your fucking places, then her. But you’re all forgetting that every one of you had a part in all of this. So everyone should shut the hell up and stay quiet yea?!” Said Sabini pointing the blade towards the older sister and seeing a small tear streaming on the side of her right eye as he continued his speech “And you all must be wondering who knew you were in Margate. Well, then I had to take him by force if you all could recall a certain restaurant where he used to work. However, I had to encourage him to give in and tell me what I needed. But don’t fear, he is quite fine. Henry let him in.”

Once he called out to his henchman, the door of Alfie’s office opened, revealing young Novel all bruised. Jovonka’s and Isabel’s eyes grew in shock seeing the young boy alive but heavily damaged from his face. 

“Novel… tell me this is not true?” Isabel questioned him. The young boy only lowered his head, feeling ashamed for putting everyone he loved and cared about in this whole situation.

“Isabel… for-forgive me I… I had no other choice,” said Novel with tears in his eyes as he looked up at Isabel and towards Jovonka. 

“Ah ah boy, you’re not telling the entire truth. Young Novel here agreed to tell me about you two. Just so he could get rid of Alfie and win back the heart of the Dancing Witch and have her as his own. That’s how easily we came to you two. Isn’t that so, my dear boy?” Sabini said, placing a hand on his right shoulder, enjoying this whole encounter. 

Jovonka couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Seeing her best friend whom she loved and cared about would do such a thing. Just because she fell in love with Alfie and not with him, it still wasn’t right for him to give away their hideout. 

“How could you Novel have you’ve never thought about for a moment how much Alfie has done for us? Just because I didn’t give you my heart, it didn’t mean I never stop thinking about you. But you went ahead and everything away,” Jovonka said, infuriating her tears forming in her eyes, not believing how Novel would betray her, Isabel, Elena, and Alfie. 

Novel only stood there with no other words to say, directing his gaze to Alfie, both of them giving each other death stares. Sabini found this entire ordeal enjoyable, seeing everyone going at each other’s throats. 

“Now then, where was I before you came in? Oh, that’s right, you little rat,” said the Italian leader, pointing the sharp object in her direction. "You will not forget this little reminder of when you fuck around with someone like me.”

“Wait, Sabini, you said you were going to let us all go fre-.”

“SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! You thought I would let you all go away that easily? Well, you are wrong now do me a favor and shut your damn mouth,” said Sabini pointing a sharp finger at the young boy while nodding his head towards Henry and another henchman of his to restrain the boy down on a wooden chair. 

“NO! You fucking devil you promised!” the boy yelled, but Sabini just ignored him as he looked back at Jovonka, already eager to give her the punishment she deserved.

He then grabbed Jovonka by the neck. Victor held out her left cheek for Sabini to see. Alfie struggled once more, wanting to jump across from his desk to murder Sabini, but the two men had him in place. She felt the tip of the blade against her skin. She trembled like a leaf, expecting the worst was yet to come.

“Let’s get this pretty little face a new look, eh?” Said Sabini with an evil grin on his face until suddenly everything went by slowly and painfully.

Puncturing the blade against her skin, Sabini slowly cut deep and slow across her cheek. A few drops of red blood oozed out slowly as he continued on. From behind him, he heard Alfie hissing out “No” in anger and cursing out at the Italian mobster. Jovonka tried her hardest to not let out any whimpers, but it was no use. She screamed in pain, feeling the sharp cut of the blade puncturing deep against her skin. Novel’s anger grew uncontrollably, wanting to end the monster’s life, but it was no use. Isabel and Edna looked on helplessly seeing the young girl getting cut so brutally. 

“You think it’s funny now, huh? You little fucking shit,” Sabini said as he went along, cutting her other cheek without stopping for a second.

“YOU FUCKIN’ WOP! You're goin’ to fuckin’ die for this, you hear me!?” Alfie threateningly yelled at his now used to “old friend” struggling to shove away from Darby’s henchmen but they still put him down.

Screaming more in pain, Jovonka felt the now bloody blade puncturing deeper into her other cheek, feeling her thick tears streaming down her eyes, wanting this nightmare to be over. Sabini felt satisfied with his work, leaning back and seeing the once beautiful face of the dancing witch now covered in her own blood. Alfie looked on with hot, raging flames in his eyes. Seeing the love of his life being tortured in front of him. He felt his tears streaming down his cheeks as Jovonka cried her eyes out. 

“Anyone else want to have a new fresh face just like hers? Hmm?,” he asked cold-heartedly, looking around the room and waiting, but nobody said anything, “that’s what I thought. Now you, my dearest friend, I have saved the best for last for you. Bring him forward, gentlemen.”

The men did what they were told, bringing forward Alfie by his arms. He then sat on his knees against the hard wooden floor beneath him. He focused his attention on Jovonka, seeing her sobbing, her face covered by her hands. Sabini blocked his view from her, looking up at the man he was now close to wanting to choke to him to death. 

“How does it feel Solomon’s? To feel weak and vulnerable beneath my feet, hmm? I never thought that my most loyal and close friend would protect such people, especially your little bitch you fell in love with. Pathetic is what I think,” said Sabini shaking his head in disappointment, both men giving staring death stares as he continued on, “what did you even see in her? To get this far in hiding and protecting her away at your not-so-secret hideout anymore. Thinking I wouldn’t get my memories back for a long time, well, you have been wrong, my friend.” 

Alfie glaringly looked up at Sabini with fury in his eyes, saying nothing. From behind, Jovonka slowly sat up on her knees, seeing both hands now covered in her own blood. She reached in front of her dress, slowly taking out the small knife Alfie gave to her. Without a moment to lose, she stabbed Sabini’s left arm, letting out a loud groan. Before she could stab him another time, Victor harshly grabbed her by her hair, making her tumble down hard on the floor. Alfie reacted quickly, giving Sabini a hard punch to the face, but was held back by his arms once more. The Italian wailed in pain, seeing he had now a wounded arm and a bleeding nose. 

“YOU BLOODY FUCKERS!” He shrieked out placing a hand on top of his arm trying to hold some pressure on it.

Jovonka smirked at this as Alfie caught sight of her, which he also found amusing, feeling proud of his beloved.

That’s me feisty rebellious girl…

One of Sabini’s men helped their boss remove his coat from him, trying to be careful as much as they could. Once it was off the spot where Jovonka stabbed Darby was visible to see. 

“Not so sharp looking now, eh, Sabini?” Said Alfie between a chuckle. Jovonka gave off a small smile for what she did to the Italian devil.

Darby groans out in pain, deathly staring at Alfie and then toward the witch dancer. Having a mischievous smirk on her face finding the whole situation funny. He inhaled a sharp breath of air Henry then came to his aid gently applying a white bandage around Sabini’s arm. He shrugged him off completely away as he straightened himself, trying to look his best. 

“So this all seems like a joke to you both, eh? But all of you won’t have the last laugh once you’ll witness what will happen to you Solomon’s. And it will be quite the show. Novel, come forward,” said Sabini, gesturing his hand towards the young boy being released from the henchman. 

Novel slowly walked forward, his head hunched down, looking at the wooden ground. Until he was beside the Italian, awaiting what was yet to come. Jovonka’s face became uneasy while watching her friend standing in front of Alfie. 

“Do what you have to do boy I don’t care how knowing this is something personal for you. But this man yea is beneath your feet now. Be quick about it,” said Sabini, making his way toward Alfie’s chair behind his desk.

Novel said little until he made eye contact with the Jewish gangster, that’s when he knew what he wanted to do.

“You took us in and gave us everything we could ask for, but you took away what I really cared so much and loved. Jovonka shouldn’t have chosen you, but she went along to do so. But now I’ll make you feel that pain,” the young boy said while from behind Jovonka look on with fear, holding back a breath and trying to understand why was he doing this.

Victor handed the boy a steel crowbar while Sabini leaned back against the chair with a big devil grin on his face. Novel had the tool between his hands. His eyes locked once again toward Alfie. 

“Novel, why are you doing this?” Jovonka questioned her friend, but he didn’t listen to her while he tighten his grip on the crowbar.

Alfie locked his eyes on his beloved soulmate, seeing the fear and tears in her eyes. 

This is all wrong… this can’t be happening…

Jovonka tried to break away from the Sabini’s henchmen but she failed at every attempt. 

“Novel, stop, please. Have you gone mad? Please,” she cried out, feeling her burning cheeks as her tears streamed down her face.

Novel blocked her voice away as he stared down at the Jewish gangster, ready to strike down at the man that took every opportunity away from him. Without saying another word, he lifted the crowbar over his right shoulder, feeling like everything was going in slow motion. Novel hit the older man’s left side of his face, tumbling down hard on the floor. Jovonka cried out, seeing him unconscious, groaning out in pain as he tried to get up, but he couldn’t. The boy then hit once again, but from behind his back, Alfie let out another loud growl Novel hit slow hit after another, hearing some bones crack while Jovonka cried for her friend to stop his rampage.

“NOVEL STOP! You're going to kill him, please just stop,” she wailed out, but the boy was stopping for one bit.

The young lad stopped for a moment and heaved in and out for breath while a now injured Alfie layout on the floor. He mumbled some audible words that couldn’t hear clearly. His face tilted slowly in Jovonka’s direction. The left side of his face showed an ugly big red scar while his eye covered in blood.

“Jo-Jovon-ka…,” he mumbly said, his mouth dripping with his own blood and spit, slowly reaching a weak hand towards her.

Suddenly Novel hit his face with his foot, blood splattered onto the wooden floor. 

“I think he understands your message, my boy. I’ll take care of him from here now,” Sabini said slowly, sitting up on his feet, feeling the side of his arm burn but trying to ignore it.

Making his way around the desk, he walked his way beside Alfie, looking down at the helpless big gangster that people of Camden Town once feared. But now he lay injured, covered by his own blood, which brought a smile upon Sabini’s face. 

“Do you feel useless now, Solomon’s? Seeing yourself lying here in your own failure knowing thinking you can get away so easily,” he said menacingly placing one of his feet above his chest and letting out a small chuckle, “Don’t you worry my friend, I’ll take very good care of your little whore. After I make her suffer slowly with my bare hands, just like you went through.”

Alfie tried to say something until everything went black before his eyes. Sabini gave him another blow on Alfie’s face, knocking him out cold. His body lay lifeless as Jovonka let out a painful wail.

“NO. ALFIE!” she yelled out. Victor let her go free as she knelt down beside him, hugging him tightly around her arms and letting out more tears.

Alfie… oh my love… no, no…

“Alright then boys, let’s go. I have had enough of this place. Take them all away and dispose of the body. I don’t care how you do it, but get rid of his corpse, yea?” Sabini commanded his henchmen nodded their heads and said “yes sir” in unison.

They led away Isabel and Edna from the office room, struggling and screaming for them to let them go. Jovonka still held onto Alfie for dear life, not wanting to let go in a heartbeat. Sabini was not having it until he snapped his fingers at Victor, gesturing him to take her away. 

“Alfie, no, don’t leave me, please. I love you, my darling,” she whimpered until she felt a large hand grabbing her tightly by her hair as they escorted her out of the office, letting out wailing screams of pain. 

Outside of the dark chilly night, awaited 4 black vehicles awaited waiting for their boss to come. Edna, Isabel, and Jovonka were then aggressively shoved inside one car. Ollie was instead taken away towards the side of the rum distillery, frightened by what was going to be done to him. Two of Sabini’s men were now carrying out Alfie’s lifeless body as they put him inside the other black car. A loud gunshot was heard in the air, making the women yelp as the two henchmen reappeared from the side of the building. But Ollie was nowhere to be seen until Jovonka realized what they had done to the poor young secretary. 

Oh no…. not Ollie…

Before Sabini got inside the car, he then nodded his head to Henry and two other of his men. They obeyed their bosses’ gestures as they made their way inside the distillery once again. Isabel, Jovonka, and Edna sat inside the dark vehicle in silence. Shivers ran down Jovonka’s body, recollecting what she had witnessed with her own eyes. Seeing Alfie brutally getting hit and kicked in front of her presence. She felt like half of herself within Alfie was crushing ever so slowly. Seeing her entire world in her presence felt like dying leaves in autumn. Sabini lit another brown cigar between his mouth, letting out a long, smokey cloud. They escorted Novel to the first black car in front of the others, being put in the back of the car with his wrists. Suddenly, a cloud of dark smoke smelled in the air. As the two henchmen reappeared from the building as flames rose from inside the distillery. Jovonka looked on in shock, seeing what once been Alfie’s empire now fell down into ashes. The orange flames consumed every part of the building. Sabini then took another drag from his brown roll, mesmerized at the work he has created. 

“Alright then boys, let’s get out of here,” he then said as he got inside the back of the black car, feeling no remorse.

As all the vehicles followed one leader to the other, Jovonka looked back at Alfie’s distillery. Wondering where they were taking her, Isabel, and Edna too, as her heart pumped ever so uncontrollably. In the far distance, she saw one car driving in the opposite direction, where the lifeless body of Alfie was driven away from each other. Jovonka shed a bit more tears, feeling the soul of his loved one no longer close to hers and what was only left behind was emptiness and sadness.

Oh my Alfie… I can’t believe you are gone…

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The Next Morning 

The long boat was making its way through the quiet river path as the warm sunrise rose above the skies. It filled a good deal of endless storage brown boxes and other goods throughout the boat. But a very particular item in between the other stocks was making its way to a familiar place where no one even dared to step a foot. A little farther up on the river, heavy clinking of hammers was heard in the air. Working men here and there did their duties like any other normal day. Gray smoke rose in mid-air as the smell of steel and rust mixed with each other. 

“Charlie, we already packed the last few storages that came by boat, Are there still any more drivers that we should know of?” said one man his face filled with black stain marks on his face while he had his paperwork in his hands.

“No, that is all the stocks that we need for the moment, but we will be gettin’ more than soon as we get word again. You and your men should head on home. You all have done enough today,” said Charlie, taking a long drag from his white roll seeing at the piece of paper, seeing that everything looks clear.

“Charlie, Charlie,” called out another man with a dirty-looking black hat trying to catch his breath until a moment later he talked clearer, “You… you have to come and see this. You won’t believe what we found in this long boat.”

“What do you mean, Curly? Don’ start with sayin’ such nonsense. I have no time for this,” said Charlie, releasing an inaudible sigh.

“No, but you must, it’s somethin’ you won’ believe if you come see it yourself, man. Just come hurry,” said Curly back, gesturing a hand towards the other man to follow him.

Everyone made their way towards where Curly was directing them as they reached the bank of the river. There were a couple of men surrounding the boat. Charlie felt a bit confused to what was is all the fuss was about. Someone within the crowd came up to the trio with a light brown cap and a nice-looking suit.

“Charlie, you won’ believe wha’ we found in this boat. I couldn’ believe it meself either,” said the man in the cap with a thick Irish-like accent.

“What are you goin’ on about? Curly said the same thing and now you to Johnny Dog and yes, please show me what the hell you all want to show me,” Charlie said with a bit of frustration in his tone as he followed the man right behind.

As the other gentlemen made room for them to pass, Charlie saw what was everyone talking about. Inside the boat, there was a white sheet that looked to be in a shape of a human body with a few blood stains. Charlie, with a bit of bravery, step foot inside the boat, reaching a hand towards the peculiar item. He slowly unveiled the top of the sheet, revealing what looked to be a bearded man with half his face all beat up. While it showed a blood spot on top of his head, the man with a brown light cap recognized the man instantly. 

“By God, that is Alfie fuckin’ Solomon’s,” said Johnny Dog. His eyes grew wide with fright but yet confused at seeing the man from Camden Town be here, of all places.

There was a sudden wheezing sound coming out from Alfie’s mouth, freaking some men out as they took a step back. 

“Fuckin’ hell he still alive this man,” said Charlie, crouching down next to the Jewish gangster placing two fingers on the side of his stiff neck, feeling a faint pulse.

“Wha’ should we do with him?” Curly nervously asked, feeling unsure about helping a man that was clearly an enemy to them.

“Well, I know you lads will not like this as much. I don’ either. But we should take him straigh’ to Warwickshire,” said Johnny Dog, not liking where this whole situation was going.

“You mean… no you’re havin’ a laugh aren’t you Johnny?” Said Charlie looking up at the man hoping that he was not serious about what he was saying.

“No, I am not lads. But right now, let’s not waste any more time. We need to take him to the Arrow House. Come on, then hoist him up slowly,” said Johnny Dog, gesturing to some men to help them with Alfie.

I know Thomas is not goin’ to like this… not for one bit…

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[captivatedbycillianmurphy]

I want to finish “Out of the Blue” but I have been swamped! Maybe I’ll get it done but I don’t know when! I want to thank those of you who have read it and liked it and shared it! Bless you all!

side note: I would do anything for him! 🥺🫠🥰

#cillian murphy #thomas shelby #tho #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x y/n #thomasshelbyxreader #peaky blinders fan fic

[fckwritersblock]

Bitchhhhhhh, not me having 500 followers 😩🥹 I don’t know what y’all doing here because I am not consistent like I should be but baybeeeeee this is motivation! Ima do better I swear! Starting right now.

Thank y’all so much for following and supporting me with the likes, reblogs, and comments. I really do appreciate that. I’m glad I have a place to get out all my random thoughts and stories. Glad somebody likes what I write. Even if I do think it’s mediocre af lol

With that being said, boom. You can call it a challenge, you can call it a collection, whatever floats your little boat; but again, with me being inconsistent I don’t have many mutuals that I’m aware of here, so that is something I would definitely like to change.

I have two writing prompts that I’m going to drop and anybody is welcome to join! Can I get them out of my head and have been stuck waiting for multiple characters with both of you.

1. If I fuck you, I’ll fall in love with you / if I have sex with you, I’ll fall in love with you

2. person a: “Describe yourself in one word”

Person b: “Yours

And thennnnnn, throw some SMUT in that shit! Completely up to you how things end

No word minimum or maximum. You can use a one propped or both prompts, you decided.

& whatever ‘Bae’ you decide to use for the reader to interact with is completely up to you.

NO MINORS. 18+ UP ONLY PLEASE. Per usual, mine will all be written with a black reader in mind.

Tag: #fallforyou500 and tag me

@fckwritersblock . I’ll be creating a master list for everything as well.

No deadline, no pressure, if you feel inspired, go for it! Also if you want to just say ‘hi’ just come holla! Like I said, working on actually talking to folks here since… I be here lol.

Thank you!

- Mo

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[queenshelby]

Dark & Sexy Update (Smut Only)

Note: All characters are above 18 years of age. Minors DNI!

Here are the mini-series I have been working on for you guys:

The Slave

Thomas Shelby purchases a young virgin for his perusal as a sex slave at Arrow House.

Warning: Non-Con, Dub-Con, Rough & Dominant Tommy, Virginity Loss

The Basement

Cillian Murphy meets a young fan of his and offers her the opportunity to stay with him for a duration two weeks. She signs an NDA and Contract by which she agrees to be chained up in his basement for his perusal.

Warning: Naive Reader, CNC, Dom!Cillian

Teach Me, Daddy!

Cillian Murphy is the reader's stepfather and teaches her a thing or two about intimacy.

Warning: Daddy Kink, DDLG Talk, Highly Inappropriate Relationship

The Unwilling Wife

Thomas Shelby has always been obsessed with the reader and finally marries her after threatening her family.

Warning: Very Dark Tommy, Full On Non-Con, Loss of Virginity

My usual tag list has been disabled for this, but if you want to tagged in these fics, please comment here. You will then be included in a separate "Dark Fic" Taglist.

I am also open to other ideas and requests... or specific ideas of what these characters could do to the reader...

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #tommy shelby #cillian murphy x y/n #peaky blinders #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy imagine #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader

[enretrogue]

𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

PEAKY BLINDERS

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Destiny — @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away

A Brother For Cyril ⎢ Part Two — @muneca-lemon-steppa

You Love Is Enough — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Evenings At Home — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Good Girl — @ukrainianmotherfucker

Interviews For New Beginnings ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 ⎢ Part 5 ⎢ Part 6 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Kisses For Bad Days — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Change Of Plans — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Married Life w/ Alfie Solomons HCs — @muneca-lemon-steppa

All Kinds of Trouble — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Overstimulation + Praise Kink — @fandom-puff

Rum and Soap — @dearshleby

Always — @muneca-lemon-steppa

MICHAEL GRAY

Show You How Much I Love You — @roguerogerss

I Can Imagine — @xoxoavenger

THOMAS SHELBY

At the End of the Day — @lis-likes-fics

The Complaint — @look-at-the-soul

Midnight Interlude — @awritesthings1

Gone with the Leaves — @awritesthings1

Numbers — @mrkdvidal1989

Train Left - Moments Passed — @mrkdvidal1989

Ignoble Sins — @cillmequick

Empty Promises — @fallatyourfeet

You Have More To Lose Than You Take — @mrkdvidal1989

Bloodstained Hands — @mrkdvidal1989

Look At Me — @simplyundeniable98

Time After Time Chapter 13 — @all-mirth-no-matter

A Moment of Happiness — @gypsy-girl-08

Christmas Lights — @mrkdvidal1989

First Christmas — @acewritesfics

Eye Fucking Each Other — @mrkdvidal1989

All I Need — @gypsy-girl-08

Promotion — @acewritesfics

No Man Works Alone — @muneca-lemon-steppa

TRIPLE FRONTIER

BENNY MILLER

The Best One — @theewokingdead

Are You On Mute? ⎢ Part Two — @rhoorl

Ask Prompt — @bullet-prooflove

Are You Going To Be Quiet? — @rhoorl

FRANCISCO “FRANKIE” “CATFISH” MORALES

Bluffing Season — @beskarandblasters

Mesmerized — @endlessthxxghts

New Year’s Day — @hellishjoel

My Home Is You — @chronically-ghosted

Stars — @trulybetty

Need You — @endlessthxxghts

Cravings ⎢ Crash ⎢ Insatiable — @pedge-page

Merry Christmas Cariño — @joelsflannel

All I Want For Christmas — @morallyinept

WILL MILLER

When Sleep Comes Easy — @laurfilijames

Just A Little Push — @missdictatorme

Kinktober 2023: Sexual Exhaustion — @gosmigenergy

Clusterfuck — @velicibeewords

All I Want — @laurfilijames

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

Company — @pimosworld

The Story of Us Masterlist — @pimosworld

TSOU AU ⎢ Never Have I Ever ⎢ Down The Rabbit Hole ⎢ Santa’s A Homewrecker — @pimosworld

What Benny Doesn’t Know Masterlist — @backtothefanfiction

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

The Nurse Series ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 — @heresthestorymorningglory

The Spy Next Door — @renren-006

Homework Problems — @renren-006

Wide Open Spaces — @elusivewildflower

Hurt You — @j4desblurbs

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Safe Hands — @hollandstrophyhusband

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

Aftercare w. Sierra Six — @ken-dom

Bodyguard!Sierra Six — @wiidvw .☘︎ ݁˖

DC

BATMOM

See You Soon (+ Jason Todd) — @reveluving

Batmom’s Biggest Fan — @silly-thinkings

The Bat in the Shadows ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @ynscrazylife

Long Overdue Masterlist — @apocalypse-shuffle

Love Thorns All Over This Rose ⎢ Part Two — @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Harmony (+Dick Grayson) — @soriseerakyra

Batprank ⎢ Part Two — @ciaraswritings

Unexpected — @ciaraswritings

Ballet (ft. Cass Cain) — @reveluving

I Want To See My Little Boy (ft. Damian Wayne) — @dragon-chica 

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Gossip and Galas — @ciaraswritings

DICK GRAYSON/NIGHTWING

The Graysons — @hannibals-favourite-meal

BATSIS

Alleviate The Pain (Platonic!Dick Grayson) — @pugh-pugh-pugh-pugh

#navigation

[look-at-the-soul]

Every little thing you do- Part 5

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

I changed slightly what I already had written after reading someone’s comment on the previous part 🤭 I always love reading what you think, sometimes it even sparks an idea or two… 🥰

Word count: 3,213

Y/N walked excitedly through the Shelby Company headquarters. She was granted with the permission to open the Shelby Institute, it was incredible how much Tommy’s contacts helped her speed up the process. Now she’d need to interview and recruit teachers, cleaning personnel, a couple of secretaries and enroll the children for the upcoming school year.

But as she got closer, Tommy’s shouting became clearer.

“Don’t fucking try to trick me, Lizzie.” He warned.

Then Y/N flinched when Lizzie raised her voice. “What’s your fucking problem then? If I sleep with Angel, his father or his cousin it’s none of your business!”

“Of course it’s my business!” He exploded. Anger raising at the thought the Changrettas getting sensitive information from his secretary, Lizzie had a big mouth when she wanted to. In more ways than one. “How much is Changretta paying you?”

“So you can choose who I sleep with,” Lizzie spat, “but you are covering Y/N’s pregnancy and treating her as if she was a Shelby!”

She was now able to understand all the secrecy around Tommy’s confident, why suddenly everyone wanted to make sure she was alright, why she was around more frequently. The thought of Y/N fulfilling all the dreams that belonged to her, made Lizzie go mad.

What was happening with the Changretta family? Y/N wondered as she overheard the heated exchange coming from Tommy’s office. The last thing she knew about them was when Danny Whizzbang was falsely killed in front of the Italians. But that was a few years back.

“I know her parents kicked her out.” Y/N heard Lizzie again. “What? You thought I wouldn’t find out? So now you’re pretending to be the perfect little family?”

That’s why Scott disappeared overnight. Lizzie wondered for how long they’ve been fooling everyone.

“Since when do I have to give you explanations, ey? You’re not answering me! What have you told Angel about us?” His hands shook her shoulders abruptly.

“Oh please! Don’t give yourself that much importance, the last thing we do is talk about you. And you don’t have the right to question my decisions, when you’re supporting Y/N and her bastard.”

That last statement was enough for Y/N to feel her blood boiling.

“Repeat that in my face. I dare you.” She opened the door with such force that it slammed against the wall behind. Lizzie paled.

Tommy recognized that look, he barely had time to react and intercepted Y/N midway.

“Y/N calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Y/N shouted, if it wasn’t for Tommy she would’ve already slapped Lizzie. “I’m tired of this, everybody thinks they can call my child bastard just because I’m not married.” She had to bite her tongue to stop her from telling a truth or two to Lizzie. She rarely got angry but once she did, there was no going back.

“Lizzie get out, I don’t want to see you.” Tommy barked as he tried to help Y/N to sit down. Then he realized they had an audience outside his office. “What are y’all doing there?! Go back to work!”

Once he had her settled on the couch, he offered Y/N a glass of water.

“Don’t let her words sink in. It’s bullshit.” He tried, but Y/N was still altered.

“She from all of the people, dares to point her finger at me.” Y/N said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. “And just because I thought Scott was-” she trailed off.

“You’re much better without him, you know that right?” Tommy crouched down, to be at her level.

“Will this ever stop?” Y/N’s voice cracked by the end, emotions at its highest.

“I’ll shoot anyone who dares to say anything like that again.”

His hands tried to calm her trembling fingers. His words managed to earn a small smirk from her, Tommy’s words managed to make her feel better momentarily. But she couldn’t help but wonder for how long she’d be able to deal with comments like that. She’s need to create a shell around her, a thick skin as Ada had told her. Give zero fucks about others people’s opinions.

“It’s like I’ll have it tattooed in my forehead for the rest of my life.”

“What the hell happened?” John demanded to know.

“Get some men to follow Lizzie, she’s been seeing Angel Changretta and we don’t know what kind of information she’s been giving them.”

“Ah the brat!” John made an annoyance face and stormed off.

To try to calm the anger raising, Tommy poured himself a glass of whiskey, not wanting to snap at Y/N for the previous altercation with Lizzie.

The Italians had always give him and his people a bad blood, they thought they were better than anyone else. And in the long run, a relationship between his secretary and one of the Changrettas would bring him more problems than good. Lizzie knew way too much about the business, he couldn’t just fire her.

He needed to find a loose end, something to stop them, to show his power over the Italians. He needed a plan…

Love and sex are a dangerous thing, people get blinded by it and he could’ve a snitch under his nose, he needed to be more cautions with the people he hired and make it clear the unwritten rules and conditions to work for him.

“I should’ve told you sooner.” Y/N mumbled, feeling guilty.

“You knew?” The frown on his brow intensified.

“Not exactly, but one day she started making weird comments about a date and her love life and oh this incredible man…” Y/N shook her face. “I thought she was just bluffing.”

“Yeah you should’ve. But it doesn’t matter now…” he trailed off going for a glass of whiskey, it was still early but he felt like a lion in a cage.

Y/N noticed the way his mind was working, already anticipating to endless possible scenarios and outcomes. Then he paused to rest his arms against a chair and let his head hang loose. The straps of the holster tightened around his shoulders and back, his muscles flexed under the shirt.

“Are you jealous?”

Tommy’s head snapped at Y/N’s words. Taking him by surprise.

“As if you didn’t knew me, you from all of them.” Tommy scoffed, but his eyes softened. “Really? You think I’d be jealous for Lizzie?”

Y/N blushed embarrassed for asking something so intimate. It wasn’t her business.

“Forget I said anything.” She looked in the opposite direction.

“Look at me.” Tommy pleaded with a deep voice. “Lizzie… is not the type of woman that would make a man jealous.” How could he say it nicely? Lizzie was a whore, he didn’t judge her though… But he tried to be cautious with his words.

It took Y/N a moment to register what Tommy meant. But she got the hint wrong. “I get it… just like me, right?”

Mortified, Tommy placed his hands on her shoulders. “No, no that’s not what I was trying to say.” The last thing he wanted to was to hurt her.

“Sure.”

“Y/N…” Tommy whispered, using his forefinger to tilt her head up. “You’re different.”

“The only difference is that she gets paid.” Y/N shuddered, accepting her new reality.

“That’s not true and you know it.” He was too close for her to smell his aftershave and cologne.

His thumb caressing softly her chin.

Shaking her head, she took a step back, but the bold movement made her feel dizzy, her head started spinning.

“What is it?” He asked with worry. “Are you alright?”

Y/N let him guide her to the closest chair. “Yes, it’s just this dizziness, it will go away in a minute.”

But despite Y/N’s efforts to calm him down, Tommy got worrier by the minute.

“Do you need anything?” He eyed Y/N, trying to read her expressions.

“No, thanks.”

“Y/N tell me what I can do for you.” Tommy kneeled before her.

The way he showed her that he genuinely cared about her, melted her heart. Having Tommy’s support meant to her more than words could express.

“I swear I’m fine.”

“Are you feeling poorly?” Polly stepped into Tommy’s office.

“She got dizzy.” He answered for Y/N, looking at his aunt.

“I’ll make you some tea.” She announced before giving Y/N a gentle squeeze on her arm. “Keep her with her head up until it pases, then bring her to the house, I need to speak to you.”

Polly’s look didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy.

He knew those eyes and something was happening, and judging by the look in them it had to be serious.

“I just came to tell you that you can set now the date to open the Institution as soon as we get the personnel.” Y/N announced with her eyes still closed.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard today.” The smile he gave her, was inevitable. “Can I help you with anything?”

“I don’t think you want to go through the interviews and stuff.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him.

“No.” Tommy answered bluntly.

“That’s what I thought.” She gave him a smile that made him notice something else in her features, something that she didn’t have before, or at least he haven’t noticed… until now.

“Okay so you can sign those papers for me so I can go and sort this out?”

Tommy took the folder and placed his signature on the papers without even reading it. “You’re not taking off my money right?” He joked, the light mood in his voice mirrored in his eyes.

“Absolutely how do you think I’ll feed this baby?” She kept the joke going, feeling a bit better.

“Let me know how this goes.” He saw Y/N take her belongings and the papers. “Y/N how about a party to raise funds for the project? The school needs funding.”

Y/N ran her hand on the door thinking about it.

“A… fancy party?”

Tommy nodded. “With waiters and champagne and shit.” He had access now to the elite members club, people with enough money in their accounts to end poverty but selfish enough to not give away a single coin.

“Could you organize it?” He asked hiding his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, I can do that.” Excitement made her skin tingle, she had never been to a party like that, only once when Lady Winchester requested her to be by her side, but her place was to be back in the shadows, not as a guest.

“You’ll need a dress then. And some fancy shoes too.”

A dress! He had said a dress! She couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of it, she, a no body getting all dressed up to attend a rich people gathering while several weeks pregnant.

“You must not spare on anything, alright? I’ll give you a blank check so you can arrange all of it.” He explained proudly. His dreams finally materializing.

Y/N took in his success, all of the things he ever wanted, he never stopped, never complained. No, instead he focused on finding a way to do all that would take him to where he wanted to be.

His hard work and intelligence was admirable. He never relied on excuses. And despite what everyone might think of his imposing presence, he had a heart of gold and a genuine interest to help.

“Tommy?” Her soft voice pulled him out of his daydream. His blue eyes fixed on hers. “I’m so proud of you.”

She didn’t know how much her words meant to him. How he’d treasure and savor their taste… Y/N was the only person that saw him crying over his mother’s grave, she had been the one who helped him to be a part of the man he used to be when he got back from France, she heard him talk for hours of the horrors he had seen. And now she was helping him materialize his dreams, but in a very subtle way because she wasn’t impressed or interested in the luxury he could afford, she didn’t assume he’d give her everything, no, she wanted to work hard by herself to earn it. She wasn’t accepting anything more than what she thought was fair.

In a world where he could easily get confused and loose sight of what really matters, she was keeping him grounded.

“Do you want to have dinner in your office?” Y/N asked Tommy as she found him in the hall.

After looking at his clock, he guarded it safely again in his pocket, trying to keep his nerves at bay, he had a secret meeting with Churchill in a desert road, he wanted to share some more instructions about the upcoming deal with the Russians and not having total control over when and how things would happen was driving Tommy mad. This was a very delicate matter and the slightest mistake could get them all murdered in a heartbeat.

“No, actually I’ve to go.”

Touching her arm and giving her a gentle squeeze, Tommy asked her to be safe before walking outside. His vehicle roared as he exited the property and Y/N found herself eating alone in the huge dining table.

For her own safety it was better if Y/N didn’t get involved in this. Russians simply didn’t care about anyone, they were fucking mad. He had been actually considering asking Y/N to go somewhere else safe, but knowing her the way he did, she’d take it badly, as if he was trying to get rid of her.

Y/N glanced at the window, it was dark. But she knew it wasn’t her place to ask anything else. Where could he go at this time of the night? With who?

As much as her bond was so close to Tommy, she needed to realize they weren’t stitched or glued to each other and Tommy generally was extremely reserved about his private affairs.

Being alone made Y/N feel miserable and sad, her whole days were filled with lots of people at the Shelby Company Ltd, or the tea time with her grandma at the Garrison or the moments she shared with Tommy once they arrived at Arrow House. So now being by herself it felt so different…so lonely.

“Mary could you please prepare a tea for me?” Y/N asked politely after finishing her dinner.

“I only serve Mr. Shelby ma’am.” The maid added before walking away.

In a few words, she made very clear that Y/N’s presence wasn’t as welcomed as she thought. And her loyalty was reserved for her master, not his unwelcome guest. So without another word, Y/N picked up her dirty dishes and brought it downstairs.

“Miss Y/LN what are you doing?” Asked one of the maids as the chef wiped his hands with his apron.

“I’m going to wash these.” Y/N stated firmly, voice close to break after the humiliating moment she went through with Mary.

If things were as they should be, Y/N would be working under Mary’s supervision.

“Absolutely not, let me handle this.” Gently, the maid retrieved the items and gave the pregnant woman a look. “Can I help you with anything else? Some desert?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, thanks. Where’s the kettle?” She asked instead. This place was huge and there was a walk-in pantry and everything was organized meticulously.

“This is because of Mary right?” Y/N fixed her eyes on the young girl. “What did she do?” But then she placed her hand on her lips, as if trying to say she messed up. “Apologies I shouldn’t have.”

“No, it’s fine… it’s not like I’m Mrs. Shelby.” She sighed and twisted nervously the bow at the front of her blouse. “She reminded me of my place in this house, that’s all.”

The young maid exploded. “She thinks she’s better than the rest of us, just because she’s in charge of everything.”

Y/N studied her features, noticing her reaction was genuine.

“She’s always criticizing the way I do my job, it’s never good enough. And Mr. Shelby doesn’t even care…”

“I know this isn’t my business.” The chef caught her attention. “But she had been complaining about you to every member of the staff, she doesn’t understands why she has to attend you and do things for you when you’re not married to Mr. Shelby.” Duncan explained as he cleaned the stove.

“Oh I’ve heard her plenty of times too, you should talk to Mr. Shelby.” The kind maid suggested.

But Y/N shook her head and thanked the woman for preparing a tea for her. “No, I’m not here to cause Tommy more trouble. And he needs Mary to take care of everything.”

All of this was because Mary had very inflexible thoughts about premarital sex, she was always murmuring “this offends the Lord… or Lord forgive them for that.” So with Y/N being pregnant and living with a man without being married, this was a sin. Y/N was a sinner and in her eyes, she didn’t deserve even a bloody cup of tea.

“Thanks for the tea and the company. I’m sure Tommy wouldn’t mind if you got to have some rest early, all the chores pending can be done in the morning.” Y/N gave them both a smile and rushed upstairs to her bedroom.

The place was huge and she made sure to lock her door, a constant fear of some intruder breaking into the mansion made her feel uneasy. Tommy had a bunch of enemies after all, they wouldn’t care about harming her or her baby just to get to Tommy.

It was too late now to regret anything, it wouldn’t change the course of things. But sitting on the ottoman by the window, she let her mind wander to think of her baby, to imagine if would it be a girl or a boy?

She wondered how would it feel the kicks and her baby would like to hear her singing a lullaby to sleep. Polly already warned her that she’d buy a stroller and a crib for when the baby is born and her grandmother was already knitting some shoes and a blanket. Esme promised to give her a box full of clothes of all sizes so she could choose what to keep, each gesture kept touching her heart, to realize how generous they all were to her, never making her feel bad or unwelcome. She would make sure to let her baby know of all the love that surrounded them even before the birth.

Y/N knew that sometimes blood means nothing sadly, but life always brings a good group of people to replace the others.

But thankfully her baby would’ve lots of arms to cuddle on and a loving chosen family to rely on.

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Part 5. Heart Break of the Century

The family starts to realize that the reader and Noah make a good match. Tommy and the reader begin to realize she has PTSD and start to notice how that impacts her relationships.

Thanks to everyone who wrote in about this series! I really hope that you guys enjoy! <3

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Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault/abuse, panic attacks, and anxiety about that experience. Nothing is actually described with detail, PTSD, general peaky chaos

Tommy was acutely aware that his daughter had some emotional problems. She didnt run, she wouldn't fight, she would crumple. Exposing something so broken it made his head swim with anger. He wanted to take the coward’s way out and tell Lizzie to speak to her about it. However, not even he knew the extent of how many awful things had happened to Lizzie, he knew it wasn't a topic she handled well. Having her stressed made him extremely anxious about the baby. 

He lay there in bed, thankful beyond belief that you agreed to sleep in their room. That you got into bed with them, that you hadn't changed your view on the two of them. He would need to speak with John and Arthur about how they go about things. 

The look that crossed your face flashed through his mind once more and flinched. 

“Dad” She whispered and startled him slightly. 

“Wot” He whispered back. 

“I don’t hate you for what you and Lizzie went through.” 

“That’s - good.” He said unsure of how to respond. 

“I - I love you both.” She stuttered and his heart broke a little more if possible. 

He sighed. “I love you too.” 

“I’m sorry I collapsed on the floor the other day.” 

“What happened to-” 

“Just a lot of beatings. I don’t exactly hold back what I’m thinking, doesn't make for the best student or daughter.” 

“Just beatings?” He said trying to remain calm, his fingers balled into fists at his side. 

“One particular priest, he – ah” Her voice was thick and he waited to see what she wanted to say. He wouldn't push her, he would make sure no one ever pushed her for anything ever again. “He used to run his hands on me - while punishing me. Could have been a lot worse. He was, as Polly would say, touched by demons.” 

Tommy lay there biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn't a good man, he didnt have words of comfort for her. He felt her move next to him. Her arms wrapped around his right arm and she pressed her face into his shoulder. 

“It doesn't bother me, I just get overwhelmed when men sort of get really angry.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“Don’t- I know it’s only because you love me.” 

“Still, don't let men yell at you like that. Not even me.” The thought of Noah bossing her around, shouting at her was enough to make him light a cigarette. It’s a great example he had been setting for her. She was already confused and now- 

“I won’t.” 

He felt her relax and eventually listened to the both of them breathing softly. He relaxed accepting the fact that his mind would not allow him to rest tonight. 

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Waking up you were relieved to feel both parents still in place beside you. Opening your eyes you found yourself still pressed against Tommy's arm, and you could feel Lizzie’s hand in your hair. 

“Morning” You whispered knowing that Tommy was awake. 

“Morning.” He whispered back. 

“If it's allowed can I go get dressed and see if Noah’s up?” 

“Fine.” He said getting up and stretching. You moved out of the room and quickly got washed and dressed in your room. You fussed over what to wear but decided that a pair of trousers and a long-sleeved top with a wool jumper would be best. Better to be practical when the enemy was afoot. You dashed to the kitchen to make some tea. 

You knocked on his door and heard a muffled grumble on the other side. You slowly pushed the door open while holding two mugs of hot tea. 

“Morning” You whispered before your voice got caught in your throat. He was a crumpled masterpiece. He was sprawled across the bed, sheets a mess. He was topless, and you felt your face get hot. “Oh, I have tea.” 

He quickly got up and grabbed the shirt hanging on the bedpost. He pulled in on and then ran a hand through his hair. His cheeks were pink and suddenly you forgot how to breathe. 

You handed him the mug and sat on the end of the bed realizing you probably should have waited for him to come downstairs. 

“How did you sleep? Was everything comfortable?” You resorted to being a good host for lack of better things to say. 

“Oh erm - ya, it was great.” He said taking a sip of tea. You both caught each other's eye and laughed. 

“Sorry for waking you.” You mumbled into the rim of your mug. 

“Not a bad way to wake up, really.” His eyes were so warm and inviting. “So what are we up to today.” 

“I’m not sure, thought maybe we could go for a walk outside. Play in the snow.” Once you said it you realized how childish it was. 

“They have some important meeting on today so being outside sounds nice.” 

You both drank your tea and Noha put his arm around you. You leaned into his side and watched as more snow fell outside his window. 

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The morning was chaotic and you were grateful you had a half hour of quiet up in Noah’s room before Esme found you. You had to help with breakfast, and then everyone ate together before going in different directions. 

John and Arthur were given a task in the kitchen making calls, Esme and Polly were helping Lizzie while she rested. The kids were to play downstairs for the day, and Tommy and Alfie would be in his office making more calls and strategizing. 

You and Noah weren't given any instruction. You both sat quietly as everyone left the dining room. 

“Guess they forgot us then,” Noah whispered and it was nice not to be the center of attention for once. 

The rest of the morning passed you by sitting with Noah in front of the fireplace in your room. You both chatted and played cards, pretended to be mad when you caught the other cheating. 

Eventually, you got your walk, observing the groups surrounding the house. You were looking at the various fires and wondering if everyone was warm enough when something hard hit your shoulder. Snow flicked up and landed on your cheeks making you jump. 

You whirled around and Noah threw another one at you. This, much like the card games, became a brutal competition. You were both hurling snow at each other at a vicious pace. You could feel the adults looking at the both of you probably judging you but you didnt let it distract you. 

You wanted this boy to surrender. 

A bunch of shouting caused you to turn your head. A snowball caught your cheek and you brushed off the painful sting, eyes still focused on the commotion breaking out at one of the camps. 

“Are you-” 

You didnt let him finish what he was going to say, you ran towards the camp with a feeling of panic rising through you. What if the Changrettas were here? Running towards it wasn’t smart. 

Noah’s arms caught you preventing you from getting any closer. You stopped and he mouthed to be quiet, you gave a nod and he let you go. 

You both moved closer to the camp to see what the commotion was about. Various slurs and swears were being exchanged between the men. No real threat. Just a squabble between the Solomons and Shelbys. 

Relief flooded you and you walked up to the men at the center of it. You heard Noah swear before rushing to your side. 

“What’s the problem?” You looked to Johnny Dogs because you knew him the best. He answered in Romani, which seemed a bit rude but soon Noah was speaking to his men in Hebrew. 

You listened carefully, wanting to make sure you could come up with a reasonable solution. 

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“Tommy - the men are fighting. Think she’s got it under control but it’s not really her place.” Finn was hanging out of the door to his study and the anger was quickly replaced with anxiety. 

Why the fuck were you outside? That was the one thing he told- ah, he didn’t actually remember giving you your tasks for the day at breakfast. Fuck. He apologized and ended the phone call he was having. He and Alfie moved out of the study. 

“She’s a real trouble maker you know that - Noah never sticks his nose where he’s not supposed to. Then she comes around and suddenly he’s always-” 

“Fuck off Alfie.” But they both shut up when they saw the two of them negotiating with each other. Negotiating on behalf of their people, if it was anyone else Tommy would have had to beat the living daylights out of them for overstepping. 

“Now, on our end, we would like to formally apologize for any words of disrespect spoken about anyone's mother.” You spoke clearly. 

“Accepted,” Noah said nodding. 

“Anything else to clear up?” 

“Nah,” Johnny Dogs said with a shrug. 

“Well, in the future, if you insult each other make it more entertaining.” You quipped causing both sides to laugh. “No one likes being cooped up here, try to make the best of it.” Your voice was still light but it had an edge of warning everyone seemed to take seriously. 

Eyes started to land on him and Alfie and they all hummed loudly in agreement. When you looked up at him your mask seemed to falter slightly. You knew it wasn’t your place to do such things, but he knew that you were just trying to be helpful. 

He didnt have to tell you to go inside, you could tell what the look meant. You trudged through the snow back up to the house. 

“Any problems here?” Alfie boomed his voice bouncing off of the snow. 

“No.” then men mumbled or shook their heads. 

“Good.” He responded before walking back up to the house with Noah. 

Tommy stood outside for a long moment. Letting the adrenaline wear off. As much as he hated the boy, the two of them worked well together. If this was anyone else's daughter in the family, he would have gotten them married. Strengthened the alliance a lot more than shipping passageways to New York. 

He shook the idea out of his head. You were 17, and he didnt want you to get married - ever. 

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“Not a bad tactic down there. Very clever” Alfie gave you a pat on the back and your whole shoulder shook from the force of it. You were sat next to him at the dinner table tonight. 

“Erm - Thanks.” 

“Surprisingly the two of you make a pretty decent team,” He said quietly. 

“Oh, yeah I think so.” You said with a blush on your cheeks. Having someone's approval made you happy. 

The next few days everyone kept themselves in check. No drama or nonsense. Tommy had placed you and Noah on kid duty. Meaning there were at least five little kids between the two of you at any given movement. You were happy that Noah didnt seem to mind. He enjoyed spending time with the little ones. 

You felt the tension deep in your stomach, you never got a moment alone with him. Tommy, despite being overworked and overwhelmed seemed to always have something for you to do. Then before you knew it the day had flashed by and you were back in bed with your parents. You missed your room, but you knew that both of them were at their limits.

Lizzie was in bed all day now, she moved around the room and took baths, but didnt join the family for meals. No one could figure out what was wrong with her, just kept insisting she needed to rest. 

While getting ready for bed you noticed a white shirt on folded on the edge of your bed. It was a soft cotton shirt of Noah's. You breathed in his scent and hated how your body felt alive and pained at the same time. You changed into a pair of bottoms and wore his shirt hoping no one would notice. You went into your parent's room and settled in under the heavy blankets.  Lizzie smiled at you with a knowing look in her eye.

You felt both far away from her having been busy all day, yet closer to her as you slept next to her. 

“What’s causing these wrinklers hm?” She said running a thumb between your brow. 

“Do you like Noah?” You asked. She studied your features with a type of sadness you didn't understand. 

“I haven't had a chance to see much of him. Polly adores him, Esme says it will either work out or be the heartbreak of the century. She read his tea leaves though.” You let out a groan of embarrassment. “Says things look promising.” 

“Great.” You whispered feeling her thumb trying to sooth over the wrinkles on your brow again. 

“That’s the risk everyone has to take.” She said softly. 

“I really like him.” You sighed. “I don’t want the heartbreak of the century."

“No one does, but maybe that’s not a part of your story.” She shrugged. You nodded feeling your eyes getting heavy. She continued to run her thumb across your forehead.  

“Will you be alright?” You mumbled.

“Yes, I think most of this is just stress.” You nodded and quietly agreed before falling asleep. 

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The tension only got worse as more snow piled onto Arrow house. Anxiety as your father negotiated trade deals and other nefarious things to ensure allies against the Changretta family. The stress of knowing that any of the men he makes a deal with could sell him out.

The radio says the rain was only a few days away, and a sadness filled you at the thought of Noah leaving. You loved having him and Alfie around. 

Things really came to a head when you both were forgotten again. You sneaked up to your bedroom and played cards by the fire. This time it was harder to notice the way his hands brushed yours. How warm his skin was, how his features shone in the firelight. 

He was losing the round and decided to switch tactics by grabbing your face and kissing you. This kiss was as heated as the one at the top of the ferris wheel. Your body hummed with life and a burning sensation that suffocated you. His hands were in your hair and you wanted to drown in him. 

When his hand slipped lower to your throat you nearly jumped out of your skin. The feeling washed over you leaving you stiff as a board. Memories came in and wrapped around your mind like a vice. 

It was inescapable and you moved your body with just enough urgency to just make it to the toilet. You puked hating the way your head was spinning. Noah was there apologizing looking frightened. His hands fluttered around you but you could tell he didnt want to touch you. 

Embarrassment hit you and it was almost as bad as the initial panic. 

“I’m sorry I just.” 

“It’s alright. Can I” He motioned towards you with his hands and you gave him a nod. He flushed the toilet and sat down close to you. 

“I’m sorry-” You started.

“It’s alright, I’m nervous too. I haven't done any of this before.” So he was a virgin. Your mind flashed back to Nancy Wellington in math class going off about how he’d banged a lot of older girls.

“Nancy Wellington told me you’d gotten the clap from a uni girl.” You were desperate for a distraction and blurted it out without thinking. Noah let out a laugh that calmed you down slightly. 

“That’s because I turned her down, she wanted me to take her to the spring dance.” He ran his hand up and down your spine. 

“What happened to you? Is it something I did or-” He deserved an answer as the boy looked tortured over the situation. 

“Well, as you know I came from an orphanage. And I used to get a lot of beatings.” You looked back into the toilet and took a shuttering breath. 

“People used to hit you?” His voice was riddled with anger. 

“My dad also used to hit me a lot.” You added weakly avoiding the next part of the story.

“That’s - just come home with me then. Dad loves you, he won’t care. You can take Lizzie with us if she’s also getting -” His face set into a hard mask, his voice was cold and demanding. 

“No! Not Tommy, my biological father.” 

“You sure?" His eyes narrowed in on you and thankfully you didnt get the usual bout of anxiety. 

“Positive. He looks grumpy, but he’s not with me - he’s never.” You whispered. 

“Right, so the orphanage. How bad was it?” He challenged you keeping your eyes there. Telling him about this made you afraid but his reaction so far had done nothing more than make you fall for him even harder. 

“He just used to choke me -run his hands all over me.” His eyes didn’t move from yours. He didn’t change his expression. He shouldered it like it was business- like he was in the trenches with you. “Still a virgin and everything.” 

“Not what I’m worried about,” Noah said dismissively, his brown eyes still boring into yours. 

“What are you worried about.” You said breathlessly considering throwing up again. You broke your staring contest to look back at the toilet. Your stomach was cramped up into knots. 

“That you're alright, how to help you. What you need. That type of stuff.” Noah ran his hand down your back again. His hands slowly came up avoiding your neck and pulled your hair up. 

“Thanks.” You said weakly. 

He was so comforting that tears formed in your eyes. He made a soothing sound. 

“You're just so nice to me - all the time.” He let out a little chuckle then the door opened further. Your dad’s eyes narrowed in on the situation. He left the room quickly and the panic washed up over you again. You puked again and Noah helped keep you upright. Then Esme was there fussing over the both of you. 

“Was it something you ate, love?” She untied a ribbon from her wrist and tied your hair up. 

“Noah.” Tommy pointed out of the room. You could tell by the boy’s body language this was going to be a fight. “Need to talk to you out here for a moment.” Tommy added quickly.  Noah looked at you and you nodded hoping that it wouldnt be a mess. The anxiety from the situaton only made your stomach roll again. 

Noah moved out of the bathroom and you felt Esme press a cold cloth to your forehead.

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