#tommyshelbyfanfic

[pridesthings]

love makes us blind part 2

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

summary: tommy does everything to find you, but all his tries stay unsuccessful, until he meets you a few years later by coincidence

warnings: angst, curse words

part 1 part 3

authors note: thank you all so much for your support, i‘m so glad you liked part 1 so i hope you will enjoy part 2 as much <3 love you 💌 also you can text me or comment on my posts to be added to my taglist <3 and if you have anything in your mind, feel free to request!!!🤍 charlie, his son btw doens’t exist in this story

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tommy sat in his big leather chair, looking around the book stuffed walls of his office. he could not bring hisself to distract him with all the papers in front of him, wich were waiting to be filled out. in the last months tommy tried everything to find you. he contacted all your friends, your family even the old man who owned the little bookshop, you would sometimes spend hours in, if you maybe recently had stopped by to ask for any new books. but there was no trail to be find wich would lead to you. his hands were on his temple, while taking advantage of the calmness spreading through the arrow house to think once a again about your location.

tommy had left grace after he found out about the truth and told her, just like she did to you, that he would give her a taste of her own medicine if she ever showed up here again.

tommy rushed through the big doors of the arrow house. francis came into the hall to take his coat and put it in the wardrobe for him, but he told her off and hurried up the stairs quickly. he entered the bedroom to face his wife. grace looked up from her dressing table and a wide smile hushed across her face as soon as she saw tommy. „you are back so early i th-“ she started but stopped quickly as she saw the death stare in tommy‘s eyes. her smile fell and she looked confused. „what happened? you look at me like i killed somebody“ grace asked now raising to her feet.

tommy signed deeply, before approaching her slowly. „well grace, emotionally you did.“ he said now standing in front of her. she looked even more flustered. „tommy, what do you mean?“ grace asked. he looked at her for a few moments, before giving the answer for his behavior away. „you know curly was at the stables and he surprisingly told be, that you choked y/n nearly to death. on our wedding day.“ grace‘s face fell. tommy could see the shock in her eyes but he was even more shocked, as he heard what grace said next.

„tommy, she looked at you like she was the bride and you were the groom on my own wedding! i know you guys know each other for a while but we all knew at some point you had to make a decision. her or me, and since i‘m your wife i made that decision for you, as it concerns me as much.“ she said now turning around again to sit at her dressing table and fix her hair, thinking the conversation was over, as tommy grabbed her wrist.

„everybody warned me about you, but i was so blind i couldn‘t see how you hurt me and the ones i love.” he spat through gritted teeth and paused for a second. looking around their bedroom. “you pack all of your things and you leave my fucking house. if you are still here when i come back, i’m going to make sure that you leave and never come back myself.” tommy threatened now letting go of her wrist in a forceful movement.

grace face went flustered. she opened her mouth, but closed it again quickly, not knowing what to say. as tommy turned on his heel to leave the room, she stammered nervously: “what- tommy, i’m your wife! you choose this rat over me?” tommy froze and stopped his movements immediately. he slowly turned around and said in a low voice. “you are no longer my wife. you are fucking dead to me, now you heard what i said. pack your things and leave, i’m not going to repeat myself.” he now left the room and let the door fall shut in a loud bang.

a knock on his office door lead him back to reality. he mumbled out a “come” as the door opened. he saw francis face. “mr. shelby your aunt is here” she informed him. “let her in” he said, not looking up from his desk. he heard francis leaving the room and polly entering it a few seconds later. he already prepared himself about the comments he would have to hear about him being an idiot letting y/n go, as if he didn’t think that of himself. “for fucks sake tommy, you can’t just sit around here and do nothing. that won’t bring her back”

he signed loudly. “polly don’t you think it is in my interest to bring her back too? i searched fucking everywhere i asked fucking everyone and i couldn’t fucking find her okay?” he said not knowing what to do anymore. polly looked at him, like she was reading his mind. after a moment she broke the silence again. “what, are you going to give up now? thomas, she is the one who gave light to this broken family and i will not tolerate you letting go of this that easily. you will find her and bring her back to the shelby’s alright? i want to see my little girl again” polly said annoyed from tommy’s weak excuse.

y/n practically grew up with the shelby’s after her parents died and she stayed with her uncle, who lived next to the betting shop. y/n was like the daughter polly never had and it truly broke her heart, that she was gone, because her nephew was blindly in love with a spy. polly left his office as fast as she entered it, not giving him a chance to answer her demand.

tommy’s several tries to find you stayed without success for years and he really lost his hope finding you. you probably went to another continent started a new life there, leaving the dark birmingham behind you. at least that was was he hoped. you could also be dead, but he shook that thought away quickly banning it out of his head. he could never in a million years forgive himself, if you got killed because you left on account of him.

he was on his way to an auction of race horses. he wanted to start doing legal business, so he had something good to distract him from you. he sat in the cart with john, charlie, curly, arthur and michael, taking a long drag from his cigarette, closing his eyes and leaning back. arthur sat next to him and looked at his younger brother. a little bit of worry flashed over his face, but he decided to be optimistic. “common brotha, we are on our way to make legal buisness now. theres no reason to be mournful today.” arthur tried to cheer tommy up while giving his shoulder a pat.

tommy focused his gaze on arthur while bringing the cigarette to his lips. he blew the smoke out and said. “yes, you’re right.” he got interrupted by the cart, wich came to a stop. tommy looked around the men, who returned his glance. “alright boys” he started. “we’re here. remember: no fighting, no guns. we are just here to buy a horse okay?” tommy inhaled to smoke of the cigarette, before he continued “look for the grey mare okay? let’s go” they all got out of the car and tommy crushed the cigarette on the ground.

they entered the big riding area, the auction had already started. tommy looked around the place, there were a lot of good horses, but not the one he was looking for. he stayed patient and told the boys to wait until the grey mare was for sale. he lighted another cigarette as the auctioneer suddenly said a name wich made his blood freeze. “the next one is brutus. we’ll start the bidding at 800 guineas ” he said loudly, so the whole hall could hear him. tommy looked at the horse and there he was. the white stallion, you and tommy named brutus together. the stallion he gave you for your birthday ten years ago. tommy leaned over the railing and nodded to the auctioneer. “tommy what are you, doing that’s not her” charlie whispered to him in a low voice. tommy ignored his voice and kept nodding to the auctioneer.

“one thousand six hundred, do i hear seven?” the auctioneer asked, tommy kept nodding. “tommy you have to stop you that have that much money” charlie hissed. “yes i do, i’m having this horse” tommy said unimpressed. the bidding went to two thousand and fifty guineas, when the auctioneer knocked his hammer and officially sold brutus to tommy. “sold! to..” he said “thomas shelby” tommy finished, looking at the horse. the people chattered, while tommy walked out of the hall without a second thought. the boys hurried after him. “tommy what the fuck was this about, this wasn’t the horse we came for!” arthur shouted after him. tommy turned around. “listen this was the horse i gave y/n for her birthday, do you remember? if the auctioneer tells me who gave the horse to auction i could find her” tommy explained, his voice low but still loud enough for the boys to hear. he didn’t wait for any of the boys to answer and headed trough the building to get to the office, he would get the certificate.

he stormed into the office. “ah mr. shelby. you bought..” the man on the chair paused for a second. “brutus, right?” he adjusted his glasses and looked up to tommy. “yes i did.” answered impatiently before continuing asking the question he wanted to ask. “who exactly brought brutus here?” the man looked at him surprised. “uh we don‘t usually get ask for the sellers“ the man answered. tommy looked at him expectant, still waiting for an answer, but his opponent remained silent. „listen i really need to know, who brought him here, so either you tell me or i‘ll make you tell me, the first one is the safest option“ tommy said annoyed, lifting his coat up to show him his gun belt. the man started shaking as soon as he saw the gun and you could see the fear on his face. „mr shelby i-“ he started but stopped again, taking a moment to collect himself. „it was a woman, she came by just before the auction started and begged me to sell the horse for auction“ the man took a deep breath and continued „said it reminded her of someone and she couldn‘t handle it anymore as much as she loved it“ he swallowed hardly and looking nervously at tommy. „she left me a card with her adress for the payment“ she stuttered. the man was shaking, while looking through his drawers to find the card. he handed it to tommy, who took it and immediately left his office after.

the boys were waiting outside. tommy stopped in front of them, not wanting to waste more time so he shortly explained his next moves: “alright you are going to drive back home, i’ll go get my new horse and find y/n” he was about to go when charlie stopped him. “wait tommy what about the grey horse?” tommy turned around again. “we’ll find another race horse, but there are more important things right now. it’s not like we cared about legal buisness before.” he said, before going, leaving the men looking after him.

after tommy grabbed brutus he once again rode as fast as his horse could to the little town near the bidding hall, just like he did after curly told him the truth years ago. he searched through the town and stopped by a small, decent house on the edge of town. he tied brutus to the fence of your small front yard, collected all his breath and went to the door and knocked. after a few moments he heard steps nearing the door and almost lost it. the door opened and you stood in front of him. it was like the world stopped and everything was going in slow motion. you had a bright smile on your face, wich fell as soon as you saw tommy standing in front of you. a face you never thought you would see again. “tommy” you said not noticing you had held your breath until you said his name.

“y/n please i’m so sorry” he said still not believing you were actually standing in front of him after all those years. your mouth was dry, tears were about to fall from your eyes. “how did you find me?“ you asked stuttering, hoping this was a dream, you would wake up from soon. “i uh, saw brutus on a horse auction and i immediately bid for him as i noticed it was yours. the auctioneer gave me your adress” tommy answered truthfully. you just looked at him, not knowing what to say so he continued: “y/n please, i searched everywhere and tried everything to find you after you left” his voice broke a little. you looked at him, still shocked, but your face went skeptic. “well, i wasn’t the one who wanted me to leave” you said, stepping back a little bit, not really wanting to continue this conversation. “i know and i’m truly sorry, i should have never mistrusted you.” he said, once again getting the now familiar goosebumps all over his body, from the guilt, that rushed through him. “we all really do miss you, polly couldn’t sleep for months and ada searched in whole england for you. arthur and john threatened to kill me, if something happened to you and they sounded really seriously about” you let out a little chuckle. you missed them too, and you would kill to see them again, but that meant reconnecting with tommy and you still didn’t fully move on about the whole thing so you decided to bring this dialogue to an end. “it’s really nice you stopped by, but i’m busy so goodbye i guess” you said facepalming yourself in your thoughts, for you using such a weak excuse.

“wait, i know i really fucked up, but i really love and miss you y/n. i know i’m the last person on this world who deserves this but would you give me a second chance?” you eyed him up and down before you let out a scoff. “yes you’re right you are the last person who deserves a second chance. you know nothing about love. i’ve loved you for the past 20 years and now you pull up here telling me you love me too after you believed a fucking spy over me and calling me a whore for being choked by your wife? tell polly, ada and you’re brothers that i would love to see them again and that they can visit me anytime as long as i don’t ever have to face you again, thomas” you let out all the anger that had build up within the years. tears were daring to spill from your eyes and the only movement that came into your mind, was slamming the door close in front of him. you took a moment and were shocked that you even build a whole sentence after you saw tommy. you turned around and your back rested against the door and as soon as you heard him walking away, you slowly sank down, sitting on the floor allowing the tears falling from your eyes.

you slammed the door in front of him shut. he was surprised by your sudden mood change, but knew he deserved every single word. “fuck” he muttered under his breath. he stayed were he was, not being able to move. he wanted to knock again, he didn’t want to let any possibility to get you back untried, but he knew better and harassing you. it wouldn’t change your mind. he signed and walked back to brutus.

maybe one day you could forgive him, but today wasn’t that day.

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authors note: i’m sorry i did them really dirty 😭 but i’m still mad at him for calling her a whore so i did not forgive him YET

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[runnning-outof-time]

To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 8

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: When Celia’s date with William doesn’t go as she expected, and her family’s incessant arguing drives her to the edge, she winds up at the only other place in Small Heath that she knows of.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, language, familial arguing

Word Count: 3630

A/N: this was one of my favorite chapters to write, so I couldn’t hold it from you any longer. Enjoy!

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"Celia! William's here!" Celia heard her mother call for her from downstairs. Celia checked her appearance in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction before she grabbed her coat and purse and moved to go downstairs.

"Hello, Celia," William greeted her with a smile as she got to the end of the stairway.

"Hi, William," Celia smiled back at him, allowing him to take her hand to bring her to his side.

"You look beautiful today," he commented. Celia's cheeks felt hot, and she tried to distract herself by looking across the room to her mother, whose beaming smile only made her blush more.

"Thank you," Celia could only nod, not knowing what else to say.

"William told me he's taking you to the pictures," her mother said then, proudness clear across her features. She was happy to see her daughter with such a put together man. A writer, an editor. Not some dirty factory worker who’s got an itch for gambling.

"Yes, he is," Celia responded, smiling up at William as she got that giddy feeling in her stomach.

"Shall we go now? The four o'clock showing should be starting soon," William said then as he glanced over to the clock hung on the wall. Celia nodded and allowed William to take her arm around his before he turned them to exit the home.

"Have fun you two!" Eliza called after them as the door to the home shut.

Soon enough, Celia and William had their tickets punched and they were sitting in the middle of the theater waiting for the feature to start. Celia kept glancing over at William as they sat, hoping that he would make some sort of move...to hold her hand or wrap his arm around her, or something. But he seemed more interested in the people walking into the theater than her at the moment. The lights dimmed and the film began, making Celia momentarily forget about the dilemma she was internally having regarding the man sitting beside her. But as Charlie Chaplin worked on swooning the actress alongside him, her mind drifted back and she glanced over at him once more. She couldn't be the one to make the move, right? The man was supposed to do that in the relationship. So, in hopes for him to get the hint, she lifted her hand, with its freshly nail polished fingers, and sat it down so that it was slightly closer to his than before. William looked down as he felt movement, but did nothing with her hand. Celia sighed out and turned her attention back to the movie. It was hopeless.

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"Thank you for bringing me to see this film, William. I really enjoyed it," Celia stated as they approached her home, the night coming to a close.

"Don't mention it. I'm glad you had fun," William smiled as Celia came to a stop in front of him. Deprived of it all night, she stepped in and grabbed his sweater, stepping up on her toes so that she could press her lips to his. Even this wasn't a victory, because she felt him stiffen under her fingers as she kissed him. Pulling away, she couldn't help but sigh as her eyes fell to the ground. "Are you ok, Celia?" he asked then, sounding worried.

"You don't seem to want to be with me, William. To touch me or kiss me," she came right out and said it, feeling no need to beat around the bush.

"But I do, darling. I really do enjoy the time we spend together," he disputed her, his brows furrowed.

"That's not what I meant," Celia shook her head, feeling slightly ashamed now for admitting what she did.

"I truly do like being with you, but I...it's, it's complicated," he said then, stumbling over the second half of his sentence.

"What's so complicated about holding my hand or kissing me, William?" Celia was confused now.

"I...I just can't explain it now. It's too complicated for me. I can't find the words to tell you," he stayed mum, just rehashing the words from his last statement.

"Well when you find the words, please do tell them to me," Celia said then, feeling her heart starting to break at his statement. This was not something you wanted to hear from the person who made you feel giddy inside. "Thank you for taking me out tonight," she said as she went to unlock her door.

"I'll see you soon?" he asked, almost hopefully.

"Yes," Celia gave him a polite smile, but did not say anything more. William nodded, getting the gist before he told her good night and began walking the opposite way down the path.

Celia opened the door to her home and stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of alcohol off of one of the top shelves before she ascended the steps to her room. She didn't care if it was whisky, rum, gin...she just needed to forget what had just happened, and fast. She sat on her bed after kicking off her shoes, intending on doing nothing else that night besides getting drunk and reading her book. But of course that wouldn't be allowed in the Farraday household.

"You do not constantly need to be coming and dragging me out of my bars in front of my colleagues, Eliza. It is making my name look terrible!" she heard her father going off as soon as the door to their home shut.

"I do need to, especially when I have your colleagues coming to my home saying that you need to be escorted out because I'm the only one who can get you to leave!" her mother wasn't having it tonight. Celia figured that much, as it was the second time in four days that her mother had to drag her father's sorry ass back from the bar.

"I was making us good money!" her father tried to counter. Celia just about spit the whisky she had in her mouth out at that one.

"You were losing our good money is what you were doing!" Eliza bit back.

"You watch your mouth around me, woman!" Joe's voice had escalated even more, and Celia tipped back the bottle once again. She knew that tonight was going to be one of those nights.

"When are you going to wake up and realize that all you've been doing is losing us money? You shack up with these swindlers, who are so obviously fixing these fights, and they promise you money that you never win!"

"Oh so you think you know it all?!" her father yelled back. "The woman who lays around the house doing nothing all day just to scream in my face the second I get home thinks she knows it all," footsteps were heard then. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" he exclaimed then, a loud crack coming from downstairs. Celia knew that her father didn't hit her mother. He may have been a low-life asshole, but he never once laid his hands on a woman. What he did do frequently was take his frustration and anger out on furniture. Furniture that was made out of wood and was likely to break.

Celia couldn't deal with anymore of this tonight. She finished what was left in the bottle and took off down the stairs, knowing that her parents would be too engrossed in their argument to even notice her. So she ran out into the streets of Small Heath.

With her mind swirling from the alcohol and the emotions, she now had to figure out where to go. She couldn't go to Vivian's...William would surely be there, and William was one of the things she was trying to forget right now. Sophia was still on the night shift for the week, and sitting in the hospital's reception room wasn't something she wanted to do at the moment in the state she was in. So she started walking, her feet taking her to the only other address she knew.

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After knocking a few times, the door finally opened to show a very confused Tommy Shelby. His eyes fell on her, and he swiftly looked down either side of the road before disappearing for a moment. In that moment, she heard what sounded like a thud of something hitting the table. Then he was back at the door. "Celia. Why are you here so late?" he asked her, his brows furrowed.

"Can I please come in, Tommy?" she asked, knowing that was being too forward of her, but in her state, she didn't really care. Tommy held his furrowed brow stare on her for a moment before he stepped aside and allowed for her to enter. She accepted his invite graciously. The revolver sitting on the table in front of her didn't even register in her mind before she started speaking, "I just couldn't do it tonight. Their incessant arguing over every single is too much for me to handle sometimes. And then William...oh William, how I feel for him, but he doesn't return that to me. Makes me feel like I'm..."

"Woah, woah, woah," Tommy cut off her rambling, holding his hands out as a visual cue for her to stop. "Have you been drinking, Celia?" he asked her then, and if she was in a better state of mind, she would have slapped him across the face. That was a sort of question you should never ask a lady. But she was indeed intoxicated, so now he was simply stating an obvious observation.

"I might have..." she started, hiccuping before she continued, "found my father's bottle of whisky when I got home," she disclosed, tears welling in her eyes as the events of the day came back to mind. Those that she drank to forget bubbling back up. "I only did so to forget about the terrible day I've had," she whispered then, the tears falling down her cheeks. "And then my parents came home and, as always, they're yelling. I can't ever have peace in that house, and sometimes I just want peace," she told him, the whisky giving her the confidence to spill her feelings to him. He asked, so she answered...simple as that.

"Let's...how about we get you to bed, love. Seems like you've had a long day," Tommy stated then after taking a moment to digest the extra words that had just been unrequisitely thrown at him, "I'll get you some tea and you'll go to sleep," he said, ushering her towards the stairs as she started to giggle then.

"Would you look at that...Tommy Shelby, the most feared man in Small Heath, has tea ready in his home," she spoke through her giggles, finding her observation one of the funniest things on earth. Tommy knew better than to dispute her claim, having gotten into one too many fights with Ada that way when she had a few too many. Those women were one in the same in that way.

She kept giggling as they walked up the steps and down the hall to the room that Tommy called his. "You stay in here and I'll be right back," Tommy stated as he brought her to a stop in the middle of the bedroom. She nodded to him, using the backs of her hands to wipe the tears from her face before he nodded back and turned to leave the room.

"Tommy, wait!" Celia then called for him, making him turn again. To his surprise, she had moved behind him and was now standing inches from his face. "I just wanted to say thank you," she stated, stepping even closer to settle her elbows on his shoulders, her hands moving to splay against the back of his head. He bit his lip as she pulled him closer, feeling her breath against his face. It was taking all he had not to kiss her. She's drunk. She's not thinking straight. Kept repeating in his head as she moved her lips dangerously close to his.

"I know, love. I know," Tommy nodded, his forehead brushing against hers as he did so. He needed to get out of here. "I'm going to get your tea. I will be right back," he said then, breaking out of all contact at once before he turned and walked from the room without listening for her response. Taking a steadying breath, he tried so hard to compose himself, going to the stove to get the cup of tea before he remembered the gun still sitting on the table. Stashing that away, he moved back to the stove and busied himself, a cigarette now between his lips in hopes that it would calm his nerves. Something in the back of his head told him that it wouldn't.

Meanwhile, back upstairs, Celia made herself busy by opening the doors to his wardrobe and flicking through his articles of clothing hoping she'd find what she was looking for. What that was exactly? She didn't quite know. She just knew that she had to get out of this itchy dress that reminded her of what a failure of a night she had. So she stopped on one of his blue-striped button-up shirts and plucked it out of its place, discarding the hanger before she made work of stripping out of the dress she previously had on. Then she unbuttoned it and slipped it around her frame, sighing contently as the softer cotton material covered her, the surprisingly calming smell of his cologne shortly following. She buttoned it up to the top, smiling as it covered her intimate areas well - the material stopping halfway down her thigh. She sat down on the side of the bed then, waiting for Tommy to return from wherever he'd gone - she'd already forgotten.

Tommy didn't know what he was expecting when he opened the door to his bedroom, but it certainly wasn't Celia Farraday sitting on his bed in only one of his shirts. He just about dropped the cup of tea he was holding. "I, um," he paused, clearing his throat then, "I've got your tea." he managed to get out, looking anywhere but at her.

"Thank you, Tommy," her voice was soft, much like how her posture was.

"I'll just set it on the table here and leave you be. I'm sure you're feeling tired," he stated then, trying so hard to set the tea down and leave without complicating anything.

"You're leaving?" there was a pout on her face now. Fuck. "Why are you leaving?" she asked him, just on the verge of tears once more.

"I thought you wanted to sleep?" he questioned her, confused on what her intentions were.

"I do," she nodded, but the alcohol in her system didn't let her stop there, "but I don't want to be alone right now." She had no inhibitions at all right now, her body coursing with created confidence as she took her statement a step further, "I want you to stay." She had practically spelled it out for him now.

Tommy stood still for a moment, opening and shutting his mouth a few times as he tried to think of what to say. There were no thoughts in his mind, as it was taken up completely by the beautiful woman sitting a few feet away from him on his very own bed. How could he say no to her? "Alright then," he nodded firmly, seeing her smile as he slipped his suit coat off of his shoulders, draping it on the chair before he undid the buttons that held his waistcoat together. Once that was off, he undid the buttons to his shirt, leaving him in his undershirt, trousers, and suspenders.

"Take your trousers off, too," Celia bluntly stated just as he was about to step towards the bed. He looked at her with wide eyes, a bit stunned by her forward statement to speak, "the material is far too itchy for me to sleep next to," she explained, her nose scrunching up, making Tommy chuckle. Of course that was why. "C'mere," she said softly then, by the time he got to the bedside, she was kneeling on the mattress, making her face be just about at eye level with his. Her eyes were soft as they matched his, and he sucked in a breath as he felt her take hold of his suspenders and slip them from his shoulders.

Her actions were completely innocent, but they were making other thoughts fill his head. Tommy looked up from her hands to her face just in time for her to lean in and press the slightest kiss to the very corner of his lips. Sucking in another breath, he stepped away and turned around. It took everything in his power to restrain himself from not taking her right there. "Are you ok, Tommy?" No, not really. She sounded worried, like she'd done something wrong. He let out a shaky breath and rid himself of his trousers, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized that he was still fine and able to face her.

So he turned back around and took the few steps between him and the bed. "Yeah. Let's go to bed, eh?" he spoke with a nod, chuckling as she scooted over for him, slipping her legs under the covers then. She was just so innocent, so pure, and it was making his heart race...something he didn't even know was possible.

"Ok," she mumbled, her hair splayed out across the pillow as he got into the bed, turning the lamp by his bedside off before he moved under the covers. Almost immediately, she was against his side. He was sober, but could have become intoxicated by the smell of her alone. The smell of her perfume, of her, easily cut through the slight smell of whisky on her breath, and it made him dizzy. They laid in silence for a few moments before Celia started to shiver dramatically. Her act elicited a chuckle from Tommy. "Cold," she breathed, still shivering as her hands moved to his shirt's hem to push it up slightly, enough for her to rest her one hand flat against his warm abdomen. Did she know what she was doing? Maybe. Would she be embarrassed that she did this in the morning? Probably. Was she going to stop now? Hell no.

"Are you trying to get me naked in bed with you?" Tommy quipped then, his voice reminding her that he was right beside her.

"Just cold is all," she responded, sounding much like a child. She felt movement then, Tommy sitting up in the bed so that he could strip himself of the cotton undershirt he was wearing, leaving him only in his boxers. Taking her under his arm as he laid back down, she cuddled right back into his side. "Better," she breathed out, her left hand moving to rest against his upper chest. Sleep was coming at her fast now.

"You're gonna be confused tomorrow morning, love," Tommy mumbled, his fingers combing through her hair as she nodded off to sleep.

She woke up some time later to the bed slightly shaking and someone tossing and turning next to her. She had a dull headache, but quickly became aware of her surroundings when she realized she was in bed with a man. Panic filling her, she tried to connect the dots as jagged pieces of what had happened hours earlier popped into her mind. What was she doing here? It was only when the person beside her spoke out, a mumbled plea that she couldn't discern, that she realized she was in bed next to Tommy Shelby. Another wave of panic set in. She was in bed next to Tommy Shelby, and he was in the middle of a nightmare. Thinking back to her brother and his struggles at night when he first returned home, she made it her task to break him away from his dream and bring him back to reality.

"Tommy," she whispered, a gentle hand on his shoulder at first. She didn't know how he would react, her brother's worst reactions where he'd almost hurt her in the back of her mind. "Tommy, wake up. You're ok," she said, her voice a bit louder now. His skin was clammy, his body still trembling. She needed to get him up. "Tommy!" And she did. She didn't scream, but didn't whisper either, and that was all that was needed for Tommy's eyes to snap open. He propped himself up on his hands and looked around frantically, trying to control his breathing. "Are you ok?" Celia asked softly after a moment.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Tommy stated, still trying to level his breathing.

"Do you need to talk about it?" she was hesitant with her question, but she felt the need to ask it. Sometimes Joseph would need to let it spill out, and others he needed to be alone.

"I'm alright, love. Just go back to sleep," he stated, and with that, he was leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before he laid back down on the bed. Celia sat there for a few minutes, frozen by what had just happened. He did it so nonchalantly, and it felt so right. So she laid back down, on her back and staring at the ceiling before Tommy's hand landed on her. He patted around her stomach a few times before his hand wrapped around the side of her waist so that he could pull her to him, spooning her body with his. It was like that that Celia fell back to sleep quickly.

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[pridesthings]

comfort

tommy shelby x reader

summary: tom had an awful day and comes home to his wife comforting him.

warnings: fluff, a little bit of cursing, english is my second language

warmth spreads through the living room. the sounds from the fireplace going softly up to dust. y/n sits on the cream white couch, a jane austen book in der hand. a loud creak, coming from the door breaks the silence.

“tommy?” she asked while turning around to face her tired looking husband. he closed the door gently and slowly got out of his long coat. a smile creeped onto her face while she stood up to hug him after he put down his coat. she noticed how he relaxed into her touch. “hard day?” the question was almost unnecessary, the exhausted expression on his face gave the answer away. tommy just nodded lightly.

“c'mon sit down” she said softly after pulling back from the long hug to take his hand and lead him to the couch, she was sitting on just a few moments ago. tommy followed y/n and his head fell immediately onto her chest after they sat, hugging her waist tightly.

“do you wanna tell me about it?” y/n asked after a while of silence, just her stroking his hair gentle. he took a moment before he nuzzled even more into her embrace and answered “i wouldn’t want to bother you with my problems, my love” y/n softly took his head in her hands and took it off of her chest to make his icy blue eyes look into hers.

“tommy, you could never bother me with your problems. i want to hear about your day and i don’t care how horrible or bad or bored it might was. i want to hear about it okay? not only when it was a good one.” she said giving his cheek a light stroke. he slowly leaned forward so his lips could meet hers.

the kiss was slow and soft and full of love. they pulled back after a moment and now it was his turn to stroke your cheek. “what did i do to deserve you?” tommy said with a sweet smile on his face wich you wished to see more often. you smiled in return and hugged him again. his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. “nothing serious happened, it’s just” he paused for a second before he continued “a few of sabinis men attacked the garrison today. john, arthur and i were having a smoke so we could fight those bastards but it’s nerv wrecking to always do this shit” he adjusted his head softly “over and over again, i’m tired of it”he finished

you remained silence for a moment, waiting before answering. “that sounds horrible, my love. i’m glad you and your brothers are okay.” she said hugging him tighter, being thankful she was able to hold him. “i’m sure it will stop soon. sabini can’t keep having some men trying to kill you as if it would have his problem solved. i have no doubt, it will sort out soon, okay?” she continued.

“i really do hope it will” tommy answered, now lifting his head from her chest once again before looking deep into her eyes. “and when it will, we will move out of this dirty town. somewhere nice and calm to settle and maybe” he waited a second before he went on “raise our kids, hm?”

“i think that’d be wonderful mr. shelby” y/n answered with a smile on her face, leaning forward to kiss tommy once more.

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[runnning-outof-time]

To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 7

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: A tense meeting has Celia in her thoughts about Tommy. Then, while preparing for her date with William, Celia receives a warning. And later, her and her mother share a moment that is too soon broken up by her father’s usual antics.

Warnings: smoking, language, brief descriptions of familial arguing

Word Count: 2899

A/N: this is a bit of a set-up chapter for the bigger things that are happening soon. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! :)

Celia didn't see Tommy for a straight week after that night at the Garrison. Although she was happy seeing Arthur and John again when they came to pick up their suits at the tailor’s, she'd be lying if she said that her ears didn't perk up each time the door's bells rang in hopes that he’d entered the shop.

Today, she had been entrusted with a special task. Edith had given her a garment bag and an address, which she realized belonged to Ms. Polly Gray when she glanced down to see where she'd be going. Edith also told her that it was important that she get this piece today, as she needed it for an event she would be attending that very night. So Celia set out, traversing the streets of Birmingham until she got to Watery Lane.

After glancing down at the card in her hand and back up at the number beside the wooden door several times, she fisted her hand and knocked on it. Only seconds passed before the door opened and Arthur stood behind it. "Celia! To what do I owe the honor of seeing you today?" he was as chipper as ever, a smile on his face. Celia smiled just looking at him.

"Hi, Arthur, is um..." was all she was able to get out before he interrupted her.

"You're probably looking for Tommy, right? Oi, Tom! Celia's here!" he stated, screaming for his brother before Celia could say otherwise. Her heart started to beat faster as footsteps were then heard, and she subconsciously clung tighter to the garment bag in her arms as Tommy Shelby appeared from the stairway. It all happened so fast, she didn't have time to prepare. The sight of him dressed down for a change made her mind swirl. In only his dark trousers that were being held up with a pair of suspenders and a white undershirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he didn't look like the commanding gangster that could have his way with anything he so pleased. He looked...human. Like some normal man whom Celia had stumbled upon when he wasn't thinking she would. "I'll leave you two to it," Arthur grinned then, probably sensing the air between them as his cue to get out of the room.

Celia was pulled back from her thoughts when she realized that she would need to make conversation with him because she was currently standing in his doorway. "I have something for your Aunt Polly," she mustered out, still inwardly gawking at the sight of him. He had his hand gripped onto the door now, the piece of wood holding his weight as he stood a few feet from her.

"Polly doesn't live here," he responded simply, his eyes trailing over her before they fell to the garment bag. She felt shy under his stare. Like she had done something wrong. Had she?

"Oh? Well she gave me this address on the card that was left at the shop," Celia stated, holding out the card with the exact address they were currently at printed on it. Tommy squinted his eyes to look at it before nodding his head.

"Fair enough. I guess she'll be over later to pick it up," he said as he took it from her arms and set it on the table in the house. Then he came back over to her with a few banknotes in between his fingers.

"Oh no, I can't," Celia tried to deny the money he was giving her, but he was insistent.

"Please, take it. For coming over here," he pushed her and she listened, taking the money and putting it into her purse. It got quiet between the two, Tommy standing with his hands in his pockets and Celia standing with hers clasped in front of her. "Do you want to come in?" he asked then, looking at her once more.

"I shouldn't. I need to be getting back to the shop," Celia turned his offer down, jerking her thumb in the direction opposite of the home.

"Fine," Tommy replied, and instead of shutting the door between them, he stepped forward and shut the door as he stepped out of the house. He now stood about a foot away from her, his back leaned up against the door after it had been closed behind him.

"What are you...?" she trailed off as he grabbed the pack of cigarettes that he seemed to have on him at all times out of his pocket, placing one between his lips before he struck a match and lit it.

"Needed to smoke," he responded to her half-asked question, blowing out the smoke before placing the cigarette right back in between his lips.

Then it was quiet again. Until Celia decided that she needed to clear the air between them, "I'm sorry for what happened at the Garrison that night," she said, desperately trying to look anywhere besides Tommy. It had been a moment that she’d been trying to get out of her head ever since it happened, but she just couldn’t seem to be able to.

"You shouldn't be sorry, love. It was me who came onto you," Tommy shook his head, letting more smoke out as he spoke.

"Yeah, I know, but...but I just left so abruptly. I didn't give you a chance to explain yourself," she continued to make it make sense in her head. To make it so she was the one at fault.

"I had already explained myself before you left. I had nothing more to say," he stated so simply, so nonchalantly that she didn't know what to say. "Did you think about the type of conversation we could have had before you acted upon coming over here, Celia?" he asked her then, his eyebrows raised as he intently waited for her answer. She knew he was calling back to the conversation they had a short while ago. Where she said that she wasn’t the one who sought out trouble. Maybe it was true that ‘trouble’ was actually standing a few feet from her.

"No, but in my defense, I didn't even expect to see you here, Mr. Shelby. Such thoughts were not in my mind until you stepped down those stairs," she said to them, feeling frustrated that he was speaking so coolly, like this was any other conversation. Although maybe it was to him.

"Well I'm sorry my presence fills your head with 'such thoughts’," he stated, the corners of his lips creeping upwards to form a smug smirk. Was he enjoying seeing her twist under his gaze and questioning?

"I didn’t mean to...I wasn’t referring to you when I said...I need to be going. Thank you for taking Ms. Gray's dress in for me. Do make sure she gets it before too late. I was told she needed it for today," Celia was the one to shift conversation topics after trying to form a plausible answer to his statement, her mind reeling from his cunning words.

"It was nice seeing you, Celia. I'm sorry for being absent over this past week. Business has been building up," he said then, looking at her sincerely for the first time since he stepped outside. One look into his ocean-like eyes and she had forgotten their previous conversation and how she was frustrated at him. How did he have this power over her? How was he able to dissolve any distasteful thoughts or feelings she had towards him just like that?

"I'm sure it is. Best of luck with it. Good day to you, Mr. Shelby," she nodded before stepping off of his house's stoop to make her way back to the tailoring shop, leaving Tommy standing there in the middle of Watery Lane. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Sophia questioned, staring down at Celia, who was sitting criss-cross on the floor with her hand splayed out against the coffee table. She had her eyebrows raised at her friend, who was attempting to paint her fingernails.

"Yes, I know what I'm doing. Do you see how good these look?!" Celia exclaimed proudly, holding up her hand once she was finished so that she could show her friend her work. She sighed when her friend's expression told her what she needed to know. She failed. "Ok, so maybe I don't, but I really need to paint my nails. William told me he likes this color and I thought that if I would paint them then he would take notice of me more," Celia explained the reasoning behind her attempted feat.

"Trouble in paradise, huh?" Sophia asked, kneeling on the floor next to the other woman as she poured out a bit of the alcohol they'd been casually drinking onto a piece of cloth so that she could wipe the polish off and start over.

"I guess so," Celia sighed, "he just...you know...hasn't made any advances with me," she felt slightly ashamed to admit it. What if she was the problem?

"Maybe he's being a gentleman about it, waiting until marriage and all. There some of those people left in the world," Sophia hypothesized, tilting her head slightly when Celia disagreed.

"No, not even that. He's not even kissing me or anything. And when he does, he doesn't seem like his mind's in it," she tried to explain the frustration she was having towards her relationship roadblock with William. Maybe it was her fault. Maybe she's just a terrible kisser.

"Well maybe he's just got other things on his mind. I'm sure you're not the problem, Cel," Sophia assured her as she grabbed the bottle of polish and then put some on the applicator. "Now, let's get these nails done right!" she exclaimed, making Celia smile. What would she do without her friends?

"He's taking me to the pictures tomorrow," Celia spoke after a few silent moments.

"Yeah? What are you going to see?" Sophia asked, tongue showing slightly through the part in her lips as she concentrated on painting her friend's nails.

"I think the newest Chaplin feature," she responded, making Sophia look up, her mouth in an 'o' shape as she sent Celia an excited expression.

"That sounds exciting!" she cheered, feeling happy that even though her friend was having doubts about this man, she was still willing herself to go out and spend some time with him. Who knows, maybe time would fix their problems.

"I am excited," Celia smiled to herself, peering down at the progress again, a giddy feeling inside of her when she saw the lilac colored polish being applied. William was going to like this. She just knew it.

“A friend of mine said that they saw you out at Tommy Shelby’s house,” Sophia stated then, switching the topic of conversation yet again. Celia furrowed her brows as the two women looked at each other. “What were you doing at Tommy Shelby’s house?”

“I was delivering a finished piece from the tailor shop,” Celia shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. That’s all there was to it.

“Oh so he’s getting special deliveries now?” Sophia asked, a grin on her face.

“No,” Celia shook her head, “it was for his aunt. She needed it for an event that’s happening tonight, and Edith had me run it there. She put that address on the card.”

“Tommy Shelby and his family aren’t the good kind of company to keep,” her friend said then, her words sounding more like a warning than anything. Oh if she knew the type of things that had happened between Celia and Tommy so far. This would be a whole different conversation.

“Our relationship is strictly professional,” Celia swore, although she had to admit that she felt sort of sad while saying those words, and she hated herself for it.

About an hour and half of a bottle of alcohol later, Celia was ready to head out. Although they wanted to spend more time together, Sophia needed to head into the hospital because she was on the schedule to work the night shift. So they said goodbye to each other, and Sophia made Celia promise that she would tell her all about the date she'd be going on the next day. Celia rolled her eyes, but agreed nonetheless.

Back at home, Celia was up in her bedroom. She was busy rummaging through her wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit for her date tomorrow. Something that would accentuate her freshly painted nails. Not letting up when she heard the door downstairs shut, she only stopped when a knock sounded on her bedroom door. "Yes?" she called out, spinning around as it opened to see her mom standing in its threshold. "Hi, Ma," she greeted her, waving her into the room. Her mother obliged with a smile, coming to sit on her bed as Celia turned back to rummaging.

"How are you doing, lovely?" her mom asked, her hands crossed over her lap as she watched her daughter who went back to looking in her wardrobe.

"I'm doing well. Looking for a dress," Celia stated, fingers flicking through the possible options.

"Any one in particular?" Eliza asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Not necessarily. Just one that would accentuate my nails," she responded, not letting up on the search.

"Your nails?" her mom questioned, her voice coming right from her side as she had stood from the bed to help join the search.

"Yeah. Sophia helped me with them today. They're done in William's favorite color," she disclosed with a smile, flashing her nails to her mother, who also smiled as she nodded in approval.

"How is William?" Elizabeth knew the man that her daughter had been seeing from him coming over alongside his sister, Vivian. He was a nice man in her eyes, but she still wanted to know how he treated her daughter.

"He's nice, mom. Really nice," Celia nodded, although it sounded much like she was trying to convince herself. She wouldn't dare tell her mother what she told Sophia though; about the kissing problems. That would be far too awkward.

"He's treating you right?" she continued with another question and Celia really wanted to laugh at the situation. Usually the father would be the one to ask questions about the men in their daughter’s lives, but that wasn't the case here. Her father, instead, had been at the bar since the beginning of the evening.

"Yes, he is. I enjoy spending time with him," she nodded once more, again hoping the words she said would convince herself as well.

"So long as he's honest with you. And that he's always gentlemanly," her mom stated, flipping through the clothing in her daughter's wardrobe. "How about this one?" she asked then, pulling a dress out that was a bit darker of a shade of purple than the color on her fingers.

"That's it! The one I was looking for!" Celia exclaimed, a wide smile on her face. She took the dress onto her arm before she pulled her mother in for a hug. "Thanks, ma," she smiled as the two women pulled away.

"You're welcome, sweetie," Eliza smiled back, their moment being interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "I'll get it," she stated, releasing her daughter before she moved out of the room and to the steps. Celia followed behind. It was now night, and she couldn't trust that a knock on the door could guarantee something positive. That, after all, was a rarity in this city.

"Are you Joe's wife?" a man with a gruff voice asked as soon as the partition had been pulled aside.

"Yes, I am. Has something happened?" Eliza asked, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. Celia's heart hurt for her at that moment. That man had drug her through so much shit, yet she still worried for him. Guess that's what love makes you do.

"No. He's just drunk and acting belligerently," the man spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, not too pleased to be involved in this conversation at the moment. "You're going to need to come down and get him."

"Oh. Ok. I'll be down as quickly as possible," Eliza nodded and the man left without any further words.

"I'll come with you, mom," Celia was speaking before the door was closed.

"No, sweetheart. He's not your problem. I'm going to go get him," Eliza responded, her voice not giving Celia much room to argue.

"Ok. Just be safe, mom," Celia told her as she watched her mom grab her coat and purse.

"I will. I love you, Celia," she smiled, waiting only until she heard her daughter repeat the sentiment before she left the house.

Celia went back upstairs and got ready for bed. She had only just started reading her book when she heard the door open downstairs. She knew the kind of night it would be just by how the door was shut. So she set her book down on the bedside table and turned off the light before sinking underneath the covers of her bed. The fabric of the blankets didn't offer any help in blocking out her father's yelling, so she pulled the pillow over her head and pressed it down. The argument occurring became muffled and she was able to slowly descend into sleep.

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