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sourwolf-sterek32 · 2 years

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Tragic Love

Summary: You were Alfie Solomons little sister and Tommy Shelby’s ex girlfriend.

It had been three years since you last saw your ex. Until your brother sent you on a mission to kill Father Hughes and you came face to face with Thomas Shelby, causing old feelings to resurface again.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 14-

Tommy was sitting in a chair at the far end of the room opposite your brother. They both turned in your direction when they heard your gun cock and you raised it in Tommy's direction.

His piercing blue eyes locked with yours before glancing down at the barrel of the gun cautiously and lowering the cigarette from his lips.

After all these years, you thought you had gotten over Tommy Shelby, but now as you stood in the doorway staring at him, you realised that wasn't true.

He was still as handsome as ever. The sides of his hair were cut shorter than you had ever seen it, but it somehow suited him. He still wore the same clothes, smoked the same cigarettes and you hated the way your heart was screaming at you, telling you how much you had missed him.

You did. You missed him. But, at the same time, you fucking hated him for everything that he had done.

For nearly killing your brother. For choosing Grace over you. For choosing Lizzie over you. For everything. But you still missed him and you hated yourself for it.

"Easy there, sister. Don't go shooting holes in my fucking house, yeah?" Alfie suddenly said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"He shot you last time we saw him. He tried to fucking kill you and now he's working with people like Oswald Mosley and getting into fucking fascism." You glanced over at Tommy who was looking at you with an impressed expression. "I read the papers, so don't even try to lie to me-"

"Tommy and I have already been through all this. He ain't working with that fucking fascist." Alfie said, cutting you off.

You looked back at your brother, shocked that he was defending him. After everything that had happened, you thought your brother would hate him. Why was he trying to defend the man that had tried to kill him?

"I'm gonna shoot Oswald Mosely." Tommy informed, lifting his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag, his eyes never leaving yours.

You scoffed, "really?"

"I hope you do a better job on him than the one you done on me, yeah?" Your brother said as he looked over at him. "I mean, what were you thinking? Was your mind somewhere else, Tommy?"

Tommy looked back over at you, "yes, it was, actually."

You stared right back at him, but knew you could never pull the trigger and sighed, lowering your handgun.

"I need to organise a riot." Tommy continued to say a few seconds later, looking over at your brother. "And I hear you still have some... standing in the Jewish community."

"Let me be clear, alright?" Alfie began to say as he leant forward. "Since my resurrection, I am considered to be a god, alright? In the Holy Land, someone has made an image of me out of rock embedded in the sand, so I am told, and I am planning to make a pilgrimage to stand in my own shadow. Are you gonna shoot him because this man is evil?"

"I need men who can fight. Mosley uses men from Glasgow. So, if the men causing the trouble are Jewish, it will be... explicable." Tommy explained, not answering your brothers question.

"Since when do you need explanations, Tommy?" Alfie asked.

"Since I entered politics."

You were shocked when you first heard that he had entered politics. You honestly didn't see that coming, but he seemed to be good at it none of the less.

"So, you think if you kill him, you will kill the message, yeah?" Your brother responded.

"I will kill the man, then I will kill the message." He nodded before turning back towards you. "I need your help too."

Oh, that was fucking rich coming from him.

"After everything you put me through, you come here and ask for my fucking help? How dare you."

Tommy's expression dropped and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Y/N, I never meant to hurt you or-"

"You keep saying that, yet you keep hurting me anyway."

"Y/N-"

"You keep coming and going from my life whenever you please and it fucking hurts when you leave! Don't you get that? It happened with Grace, and it hurt. It happened after Father Hughes and I had a fucking miscarriage and you weren't there! Then it happened with Lizzie, and it hurt. And it keeps hurting and now you're back again! If you come back into my life it's only a matter of time before you leave again and it will hurt again!" You shouted, tears now burning in the back of your eyes.

Tommy quickly stood from his chair, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He took a step towards you, opening his mouth, but no words came out as he stared at you helplessly.

"You've done this to me again, and again, Tommy. I can't live like this. I-I can't."

"Y/N..."

Silent tears began to trickle down your face as you shook your head at him.

"Alright, I think it's time for you go." Alfie suddenly said, standing up and putting himself between you and Tommy protectively. "Come on, let's go."

"Wait, just let me talk to her." Tommy argued, trying to step around your brother, who grabbed his arm, stopping him from getting any close to you.

"Nah, mate. You've already done enough."

You turned away, unable to look at him as your brother started to usher Tommy out the room.

"Y/N, please, I need you." Tommy said, ignoring your brother completely. "You deserve better, you deserve so much better than a man like me, I know you do. But, I need you."

"Yeah? Well, there was a time when I needed you too." You said, turning back towards him, wiping the tears from your eyes. "But, not anymore."

"You fucking heard her. Time to go."

Alfie grabbed his arm again, but Tommy shook his head, yanking his arm free from your brothers grasp.

"Y/N, I still love you. I never stopped loving you."

"Don't." You warned, shaking your head.

You had heard this before. And it still ended the same way because no matter how much Tommy claimed to love you, it was never enough. You were never enough.

"It's the truth. And not a single fucking day has gone by where I don't think about you. I miss you, Y/N." Tommy said, stepping forward and cupping the side of your face with his hand. "I missed you so much."

You closed your eyes and leant into his touch with a deep sigh.

"What about, Lizzie? You're married to her now, right?" You asked, after a few seconds.

Tommy nodded, "I am. But, fuck Lizzie. Fuck everyone else, okay? Because I want you. It's always been you, Y/N."

What the hell were you meant to do now?

You stilled loved him. You knew you did and you could never say no to those begging blue eyes, but after everything that's happened, could you trust him again?

"Say the word, kid, and I'll throw his gypsy ass out the fucking door." Alfie said sternly, standing behind Tommy with his arms crossed over his chest.

You glanced over at your brother who was glaring a hole through the back of Tommy's head, just waiting for you to tell him to do it, but you shook your head.

"No, it's okay." You replied, catching Tommy by surprise as his eyes widened a little, a glimmer of hope flashing across his face. "You're not just saying all that because you need my help?"

"No, no. God, no." He quickly said, shaking his head, lowering his hand. "Everything I just said was the truth. I fucked up so many times with you, but I never once lied to you, Y/N."

You stood there for a moment, contemplating everything before you eventually nodded.

"I'm so going to regret this, but, what do you need my help with?"

Your brother looked between the two of you for a moment before deciding that he didn't need to kick Tommy's ass and instead wandered back over to his chair and sat down with a grunt.

"You used to be one of the best shooters I know. How's your aim with a sniper rifle these days?" Tommy asked, catching you by surprise.

"It's good." You answered slowly, trying to figure out why he needed to know that before it suddenly hit you. "You want me to assassinate Oswald Mosely, don't you?"

"Not exactly."

You raised your eyebrows, "care to elaborate?"

"I already have a man with exceptional sniper skills to take the shot. But, he's, uh, well, I don't exactly trust him to get the job done. So I need you there with him to take the shot if he doesn't."

"And who is your exceptional sniper?" You asked curiously.

"A man I fought with back in France."

"Why don't you trust him to take the shot?" Alfie asked sceptically from his seat.

"Because I recently broke him out of a mental asylum. He's a good man, but the war fucked him up and he's not all there anymore."

Alfie shook his head, "and you want my sister to be near some fucking nut job with a sniper, who you don't even trust?"

Tommy sighed, "yeah."

"I can take care of myself." You said, making a point to stare at your brother who looked ready to argue, but thought better of it. "If he doesn't take the shot, I'll make sure it gets done."

"This weekend, there's a big event. Mosely will be making a speech. That's when it needs to happen. Alfie's riot group will cause a scene and that's when the shot will be taken and-"

"How much you paying?" Alfie questioned, cutting him off.

Tommy turned around, looking over at your brother. "Thought you might do it for the cause, Alfie."

"Go on, fuck off." Your brother muttered, causing Tommy to smile, expecting that answer.

"Each man will get 20 pound. You'll both get 5,000."

"You know, as a god, Tommy, right, I am now able to just rise above those kinds of insults, mate."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head as the corners of Tommy's mouth twitched up in a small smile.

"Ten?"

Your brother stared at him for a moment before nodding. "Where do you want the men?"

"Birmingham."

"No. No. That 20 will not be enough for my lads to step inside that fucking shithole. It'll have to be 25, at least."

"Alfie-" You warned, looking over at him before Tommy raised his hand.

"No. It's okay. 25 it is."

"So, you're still at it, eh, Tommy? Hmm. Ain't got no Margate to go to." Alfie said, looking over at him and you knew your brother had missed this.

He missed negotiating deals. He missed being part of the action. He missed it all.

"No. I have no interest in shooting seagulls." Tommy answered, motioning to the one seagull sitting on the balcony railing outside.

"Oh, but you have in shooting cabinet minsters."

That caused Tommy to smile again. God, you had missed seeing that smile. It looked good on him.

Neither of you said anything for a moment as you stared at each other and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you before your brother started to talk again.

"I was on a lot of drugs at first, right, due to the pain, you know, on account of it... well, you know, being shot in the face by some cunt."

You rolled your eyes as Tommy shook his head before Alfie continued.

"I won't bore you with the details. It'd chill ya. Nonetheless, I had a recurring dream." He started to say causing you to look over at him in confusion. "I saw you in a field, right, with a big black horse, and you said, 'goodbye', and then, bang."

Your blood turned to ice when you realised what he was trying to say.

Alfie had dreamt that Tommy died.

Oh, god.

Your brother never got those kind of dreams wrong. He always said it was those damn glasses that helped him see into the future, you had no idea whether to believe him about that or not. But, the one thing you did know was that, Alfie, was never wrong. Not with that kind of stuff.

Tommy didn't seemed fazed by it in the slightest as he just raised his eyebrow at your brother who stared at him for a moment before continuing.

"Alright, then, well... what now?"

"I will continued... 'till I find a man that I can't defeat." He answered, staring at Alfie for a moment before he turned back towards you. "I need to get back to Birmingham. There's some stuff I need to take care of before it goes down. The event is this weekend, any chance you can come to Birmingham on Friday?"

You nodded, "I'll see you then."

"You be careful, yeah? Call me the second it's over and tell me that you're safe. Okay?" Alfie said, wrapping his arms around you.

"I will." You promised, hugging him back before you climbed into the car, waving goodbye as you started the long drive to Birmingham.

You used to think that the drive from London to Birmingham was bad enough, but Margate to Birmingham was even longer.

Eventually though, you pulled up on the side of the main street in front of the Shelby's old house that you had spent many nights at. You weren't entirely sure if they still owned the place, you figured they did because it was where they did most their business, fixing races and collecting money.

You climbed out the car and knocked on the front door.

For the longest time, you thought that nobody was home, but just as you were about to go back to your car, the door suddenly opened and you came face to face with a grown up, Finn.

Holy shit.

"Y/N?!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening in utter shock.

"Hey, kid." You said, unable to stop yourself from smiling. "Well, you aren't exactly a kid anymore, are you?"

"Just turned 21." He responded proudly before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you.

You chuckled softly and hugged him back, trying to think of the last time that you had actually seen him.

He used to be this small little boy who'd follow his brothers around like a lost sheep and now, he was all grown up.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, letting go of you.

"Here to help for the weekend. Is Tommy here?"

"He and Arthur just left. I think they went to Uncle Charlie's yard."

You nodded, "thanks, Finn. I'll see you around."

"Don't be a stranger. My brother really misses you." He called out as you walked back to the car before stopping and turning back to him. "We all really miss you."

"I missed you guys too."

With that, you climbed back into your car and began driving to Charlie Strong's yard.

It had been a long time since you were last at his yard, but it wasn't difficult to find as you pulled up to the front gates, spotting Curly brushing one of the horses inside.

"Good afternoon, Curly." You greeted, climbing out he car and walking towards him.

You watched as the man froze, hearing your voice before his head snapped in your direction, a grin spreading across his face.

"Miss Solomons! Tommy said you'd be dropping by, didn't believe him at first." He said causing you to chuckle softly. "I'm glad I was wrong."

"Me too. Do you know where Tommy is hiding?"

"He's out the back with the others, doing some target shooting." The man answered and you nodded your thanks before you wandered around to the back of the yard.

It wasn't hard to find them, not when you could hear the gunshots leading you straight to them. You walked around the back of one of the warehouses to find Tommy, Arthur and Johnny Dogs standing beside a man with a rifle.

That must be Tommy's exception sniper.

"Friendly." You called out, walking around the corner, not wanting to startle the sniper into accidently shooting you as you raised your hands.

The men all looked in your direction and Tommy's face broke out into a smile when he saw you walking towards them.

"Is that Y/N Solomons?" You heard Johnny Dogs question in shock.

"It sure is." Tommy said, taking a step towards you before he pulled you into a tight hug. "God I missed hugging you."

You smiled, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you hugged him back before he kissed the top of your head and pulled away, his arm still wrapped around your shoulders, not wanting to let you go.

"Well, as I fucking live and breathe." Arthur suddenly said, walking over to you. "Never thought I'd see you again."

"It's good to see you too, Arthur." You replied with a smile. "I'm sorry about what happened last time I saw you."

He just shook his head, "nah, that's all water under the bridge, right, Tom? I should, uh, thank you for saving my life though. Woulda been dead if it wasn't for you."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't have been put in that situation if it wasn't for my brother, so call it even."

The eldest brother smiled, but nodded in agreement before you looked over at the other man who was kneeling behind a wooden crate that he was using as a mount for his bolt-action sniper.

"Barney, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my friend, Barney Thompson, he's an old comrade from France." Tommy introduced, motioning towards the man sitting down.

"Nice to meet you." You said, giving him a small smile.

Barney smiled shyly back, seeming a little overwhelmed with meeting a stranger, his eyes flicking between you and Tommy cautiously.

"Y/N is a good woman. I trust her with my life, and she's going to be with you when you take the shot." Tommy explained, trying to ease his old friends nerves.

"A fresh target is set up. Let's see what you got." Johnny Dogs suddenly said, walking back over after he finished nailing a new paper target to the barrel across the yard.

You stood back and watched as Barney grabbed the rifle, leaning on top of the crate to steady his aim before he squeezed the trigger.

From the distance, you had no idea where on the target he had hit, so Johnny Dogs jogged back over to the barrel and cheered, yelling that he had hit the bullseye.

"You didn't need all them tablets. You just needed another fucking war, eh?" Tommy said, patting Barneys back happily as the man grinned, pleased with himself.

"What about you, Solomons? Think you can hit the target from this distance?" Arthur challenged, glancing over at you in amusement.

"That's not even a question." You responded, looking over at Barney who held the rifle up towards you.

You took the gun with a nod, but didn't take Barneys place by the crate. Instead you just actioned the bolt, ejecting the empty casing before loading a bullet into the chamber.

Once Johnny Dogs had gotten out the line of fire, you raised the rifle, pressing the butt of the gun into your shoulder firmly before resting your cheek against the stock as you lined up the sights.

You heard Arthur mutter something along the lines of 'she'd never hit it free hand' before you took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger.

"You lads are never going to believe this!" Johnny Dogs shouted as he rushed over to the target, ripping the paper off the barrel and jogging back over to you, holding up the target so you all could see.

"She missed." Arthur observed.

"Look again." Barney said, staring at the target with wide eyes.

You couldn't help but grin as Arthur and Tommy took a step towards the target, frowning in confusion, but you could pinpoint the exact moment they saw it as their heads snapped back towards you.

"Holy shit. She shot straight through Barneys bullet hole." Arthur exclaimed, turning towards his brother, grabbing Tommy's shoulder. "Don't you let this girl go. She is fucking rare, Tom. Rare, I tell you."

You chuckled softly at Arthurs reaction as Tommy looked over at you with soft eyes.

"I don't plan on letting her go, Arthur. I made that mistake before, I won't do it again."

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A/N-

Yes, I'm still here.

I'm sorry I vanished for a couple of months, but real life has been really kicking my ass lately and work has been stressing me out and I'm trying to apply for a new job which is also stressing me out and, yeah, just a lot of shit is going down atm but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, so please be patient. I'm really trying.

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skania · 2 years

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Thoughts on Tommy & Lizzie in S6 (Part 1)

Following this post on S5, a kind anon asked for my thoughts on Tommy & Lizzie in S6, so here it goes!

I ended up having way more to say than I thought, so instead of going through every TommyLizzie scene individually, I’ll try to group them into a few different categories.

This post will contain tons of images, and spoilers for the entirety of Season 5 and Season 6!

To begin, I’d say that while I found S5 very rewarding Tommy/Lizzie wise, if I had to sum S6 in one word, I’d probably pick “bittersweet”.

You see, the thing about Season 5 is that I deeply enjoyed seeing Tommy’s feelings for Lizzie creep-up on him. Tommy didn’t willingly embrace his feelings for Lizzie, he fought and denied them until he ran out of excuses. In that regard, it was incredibly satisfying to watch Tommy’s actions and reactions give him away throughout S5, unintentionally betraying the callousness that he tried to portray every time Lizzie got under his skin; every time he felt for her more than he was comfortable with.

When, by the end of Season 5, Lizzie has carved her rightful place by Tommy’s side and Tommy is swearing war on Mosley because he dared to speak badly to Lizzie, it’s rewarding. It feels earned.

And I think that’s the biggest difference between Season 5 and Season 6 to me, TommyLizzie-wise. Where Season 5 builds them up and delivers sweet pay-off, Season 6 practically exists only to bring them down.

And it’s bittersweet.

Take the first scene they share together, for example. The way Lizzie reacts to Tommy’s attempt immediately reminded me of the way Tommy reacted to Arthur’s all the way back when.

Lizzie is kinder than Tommy, sweeter, more open; but she’s tough as nails. More than that, she is a good learner. And you can see all the ways Lizzie has learnt little tricks from Tommy, specially those that help her guard her own heart. Like the way she tried to mask her hurt by talking business back in Season 5.

But these similarities stablish something that goes much deeper.

Their phone-call in Season 1 is shot beautifully. While speaking to each other, they move as if they’re the same person. Tommy reaches of a cigarette, Lizzie lights it; both smoke it.

The way the scene is built is slow and deliberate and meant to show their synchronicity. It doesn’t matter that they’re in different places, they’re connected because their heart is in the same place. They want a future together with their kids. They’re practically an extension of each other, now.

Which comes with its downfalls, too, because whatever brings Tommy down will unavoidably bring Lizzie down as well.

It’s also ironic, because I feel like that single phone-call was their one moment of bliss throughout the entire season. Nothing is ever perfect with Tommy, so there’s a prostitute on Tommy’s bed; but much like Lizzie accepted this side of Tommy and struck a deal with him, us as the audience are prompted to ignore the blurry lady on the bed and focus on what actually matters, Tommy and Lizzie. Their family.

In any case, I feel like that call was their one genuine moment of bliss because after this, there are a multitude of shadows hanging over them.

Which takes me to...

The way they know each other

Tommy looks so happy to see his family. This is probably the happiest we see him since S1, as far as I remember. But it’s short lived because even when Lizzie and Tommy share a hug, Tommy is full of tension. He is bracing himself.

Lizzie isn’t the only one who has learnt to know Tommy like the back of her hand, Tommy knows Lizzie, too. And he knows that she isn’t going to be pleased with his one-sided decision to take Ruby to see a doctor before spending any sort of meaningful time with the kids.

But Tommy being Tommy, instead of discussing this with Lizzie beforehand, he just makes the decision and hopes she will play along. This is one of his recurrent mistakes, and it’s also ultimately his downfall with Lizzie, though I’ll get to this later.

We can see something similar in the scene they share at the hospital. It’s rather sad, because Tommy cares very little for himself but Lizzie cares so much about him. And Tommy quite literally doesn’t know how to deal with it.

That’s part of what’s irking her. Not only that he’s making a mountain out of a molehill, but that he’s driving himself nuts over it. That as usual, Tommy is finding ways to wreck himself. That instead of thinking of going on a holiday with his family and making memories with them, Tommy is turning Ruby’s cold into another battle to be fought.

This time, when Lizzie shares her exasperation and her concerns, Tommy reassures her. He reaches out, caresses her face, tells her that they’ll spend time together. Lizzie had asked him do you feel anything? and this was Tommy’s way to tell her that he does. His way of telling her that he feels for her, specifically.

But Lizzie’s tired, and turns the tables on him, reminding him of the way he has been making her feel.

Much like during the hug, Tommy immediately closes off after this. His attempt at placating Lizzie, at communicating with her, completely failed. Tommy’s frustrated and exasperated and he doesn’t try again. He knows he is at fault, but he’s keeping his eyes on this “last mission” they have to do. He figures he’ll have the time to make amends with Lizzie later.

He hasn’t yet realized that he is running out of time, in more ways than one.

The scene where he comes back home after “avenging” Ruby only to find Lizzie waiting for him is fantastic. The moment he enters the room, Lizzie tells him she knows where he’s been. Tommy sits down, wordlessly, because she is right. He hasn’t told her a thing, yet Lizzie still knows.

It’s S5′s bedroom scene all over again. Tommy would like nothing more than for Lizzie to not read him so well. For Lizzie to not see every deed he has done spelled all over his face.

But the great thing here is that, it goes both ways. Lizzie has not said anything yet, but Tommy knows she doesn’t like what he did. Much like he knew Lizzie wouldn’t like him taking Ruby to that doctor in Episode 1.

So Tommy tries to change the subject, talks about Churchill, about wanting to help find a cure for Consumption. But Lizzie won’t have it. The saddest part is that despite her disappointment and her grief, Lizzie still worries for him.

When Tommy finally loses that cool façade of his, we get another parallel to Season 5. He admits to killing a woman and three man and says their bodies “will be thrown” aboard “a boat”, and that he’s stepping off that boat and into a different one.

The boat of his guilt, the boat of his crimes, of his misdeeds. We know this because this is what the boat represented in Season 5.

But Lizzie asks the right question.

She is concerned that he will cross a line that he won’t be able to come back from. And as per usual, Lizzie is ultimately right.

But before Tommy crosses that line, we get this scene.

They’re both hurt, both reeling from Ruby’s loss and coping in different ways. Lizzie exteriorizes her pain, Tommy buries it by overworking himself. But in this scene, they connect again. Lizzie realizes that Tommy’s kept the type-writer he gave her all these years, the one that irrevocably made Lizzie a part of the Peaky Blinders family.

She also sees the burnt chair and his mourning for Ruby. When she reaches out to touch him, hesitantly but also firmly, her touch means a lot of things at once.

And the poignant thing here is that Tommy understands it all without Lizzie needing to say a word.

He also adresses what Lizzie told him earlier, once again showing that Lizzie’s words always linger. They always reach him, even when he would rather them not to.

This scene is also important because it stablishes something else. It shows us that while they may have lost Ruby, both of them want to get through this together.

When Tommy still had a choice, he chose to stay with Lizzie just like Lizzie chose to stay with him.

Which, of course, only makes everything that comes next more tragic.

The Parallels

It’s such a great call-back, because it shows that was what true then is still true now. But it also contextualizes that first moment. The way Tommy trusted Lizzie with the combination to the safe in Season 3 was special. It did mean something.

Then, there’s this.

Tommy only stops when Lizzie asks him to. Once again, Lizzie is able to clear his head from that “which needs clearing out”. The way he has enough presence of mind to apologize to her was also very meaningful.

He does the same thing in Episode 1, too - apologize to her after his outburst. And later in the finale, he asks Charlie to apologize to her in his stead.

It’s interesting, because hurting Lizzie is the last thing Tommy wants this season. But there’s a certain air of despondency to him, almost like he expects that whether he wants to or not, he is going to end up hurting her either way.

And sadly, he isn’t wrong. This parallel in particular is the perfect example of it. Despite his good intentions, Tommy sadly keeps failing her when she needs him the most.

Lizzie even brings this up when she finally leaves.

It’s tragic.

The Curse

The way I cheered when Tommy said this aloud. That scene of Tommy hallucinating Grace in his office was one of my favorites in Season 5, because it’s the scene that spelled out Tommy’s love for Lizzie. It spelled out that he fears that he will bring her harm and just how much that weights on him. That it terrifies him to the point he has an episode.

And here, we finally get Tommy admitting this aloud. Not only that he feels that he is a curse, but that putting Lizzie through all of this is his biggest regret.

Let that sink in. Tommy’s life is nothing but a run-on sentence of bad choices. He genuinely hardly made a good choice throughout the series, and even when he did, his choices always had a way of bringing people harm.

Yet, out of all of his regrets, hurting Lizzie is his biggest one. In all honesty, this is a bigger love declaration than him actually telling her he loves her lol

I also love how it’s ultimately Lizzie that helps define what Tommy’s curse actually entails.

He may not have any limitations, but there is a limit to how much the people around him will tolerate from him. And ultimately, it’s this that makes him lose Lizzie.

His Sickness

Tommy finding out that he is sick automatically takes away all of his hopes for the future, and pretty much every scene he shares with Lizzie after the revelation references this.

My favorite part though is the way Lizzie enters the scene right after Tommy asks the doctor how long he has before he “needs people around” who “love him very much”.

It establishes that this particular phrase refers to her. She is the one who will suffer the most through Tommy’s condition, because she’s the one that has been picking him up for some time, now.

So, when Tommy says this to Arthur, he is absolutely talking about Lizzie. The way Tommy even changes the wording to “who may or may not love me” is really poignant, because Lizzie has left him by then.

And Tommy dreads that. He doesn’t want that for her, whether Lizzie loves him or not, because the doctor told him it won’t be pretty. Just like he tells Arthur, Tommy feels it would be cruel to Lizzie and to himself.

So of course, when Lizzie leaves him, Tommy doesn’t fight it. It isn’t only that he feels that he only brings her harm, but that he knows there is no future that he can offer her.

Tommy knows that if he were to tell Lizzie about his sickness, Lizzie would stay. She is kind that way, she loves him that much.

So, his way of honoring her - of loving her - is to let her go.

Charlie

He does the same thing with Charlie.

Despite how it pains him to part ways with his son, Tommy respects his choice and lets him go with Lizzie because he knows it’s what would be best for him.

He also knows it’s what would be best for Lizzie, because by now, Charlie is as hers as he is his.

In this season, we see Tommy ask Charlie to be there for Lizzie twice, and both times it’s when Tommy can’t be there for her himself. He wants Charlie to be what he couldn’t be, the best version of himself.

Okay, I think this post got way too image-heavy so I’ll split it in two to be safe. Specially because there’s a lot to say about the Diana and Mosley situation, not to mention Tommy/Lizzie’s last scenes lol

If anyone read this far, thank you for your time!

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deadendtracks · 1 year

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The property scene??

When he says, "no one touches my property", it seems also about the ongoing apprehension he has for the loss of his throne (I believe he feels that his family only values him for his throne and also he earned it).

But why did he start the conversation with "you belong to me" as Mosley was not in picture at that time, and it's not like Lizzie's reason of leaving had any tint of infidelity...was it because he felt a need to mark everything as his earned? Or he had a slight fear of her leaving as someone trusted would betray him? Or something else?

I talked a little bit about that general idea (not necessarily the loss of his throne, but feeling out of control of everything in his life) in my recent response to an ask about the "when you marry a Shelby you stay married" line.

Apologies, this got really rambling and long.

When I was thinking about how to respond in a way that might say something new I realized I couldn't remember the wider context of the episode and wanted to get a better understanding of it. Too often we discuss scenes like this in a vacuum (myself included), so here's everything that leads up to it -- and note all of this happens in one day:

The episode starts off with the confrontation at the orphanage. I've always found this scene interesting because it isn't ever referred to again and doesn't have an obvious connection to anything else. I have ideas about that, but they're for another post.

Next is the scene where there is tension between Tommy and Polly and Michael over Michael's losing the family fortune. Tommy asks Polly to go placate Aberama in the hospital and orders Michael to come with him to London.

Tommy brings Michael and Arthur to his meeting with Mosley -- which is very, very weird, especially when you remember he brought his sister to their first meeting. It shows how nervous he is about being in a room alone with Mosley. Both Michael and Arthur pick up on it even before Mosley arrives. Mosley sees right through his strategy, performs some fairly obvious dominance displays (watch what he does with his cigarette) toys with them all, implies Linda is sleeping with another man to enrage Arthur, and gives Tommy an invitation to join his fascist party.

Tommy, Michael and Arthur meet with Ben Younger. Tommy continues his earlier poking at Michael, who suggests he see a psychiatrist to dig out all the shit in his head. I've posted before about how desperately Tommy wants Younger's help with Mosley, though in typical Tommy fashion it's hard to tell unless you're paying attention.

Tommy returns home to find Johnny Dogs fucking a maid, and then Johnny tells him that Polly has helped Aberama leave the hospital to pursue his vengeance on the Billy Boys, exactly the opposite of what Tommy asked her to do. This of course upsets his plan to use the Billy Boys against Mosley, which Mosley had already called him out on.

Tommy meets Jessie Eden at the Garrison. By time she arrives he's obviously drunk, which is pretty unusual for Tommy. She pushes him on speaking at a Communist rally, which he can't do because (and this is mostly implied though it's pretty clear) he's already decided to inform on Mosley, which requires him to join the fascists. He makes his drunk little speech about champagne bubbles and pulling yourself up by your bootstraps. There's a lot going on internally there, but he's fucked up enough that Jessie Eden asks if he's okay. He reacts by clumsily propositioning her --which I think was more about driving her away than actual interest -- and then hallucinating Grace after she leaves.

It's only *then* that he goes home (again), and shows up still drunk to find Lizzie waiting for him. He says Frances told him she'd made a phone call (and I think it's implied he knows what it was about) and then Lizzie tells him about calling the solicitor in London to divorce him, but changing her mind.

So not only has he had about 45 stressful meetings that day, but he's driven back and forth to London and Birmingham. It's a completely bonkers schedule when you look at it. And if you look at the context of those meetings, you start to see a pattern: No one will do what he's asked them to do. Echoes of him yelling about how no one listens to him.

Polly defies his request for her to make sure Aberama doesn't fly off the handle, Arthur loses his shit about Linda in front of Mosley, Michael calls him paranoid and crazy in front of Ben Younger, Johnny Dogs is fucking one of his maids in his library. All of this in the context of a day started with a meeting about children being abused where he reacts very uncharacteristically (as if triggered by it) and a meeting with Mosley where he's clearly freaking the fuck out. Then Jessie Eden has the audacity to ask if he's okay, and he comes home to (presumably) learn from Frances that Lizzie had called a solicitor in order to leave him.

I'm not suggesting all of his behavior in this episode is justified, just setting the scene. Because I think a lot of people interpret the "my property" line as being purely about Tommy being possessive of Lizzie in a more straightforward "jealous lover" way. But as you've pointed out, we've never seen a hint of Lizzie being interested in someone else, and Mosley has yet to tell Tommy about knowing her. Not that this is required for someone to be controllingly jealous, of course. But in this case I do think the context is important to understanding it.

The line is said in response to her talking about his infidelities (and there's a whole other meta about that, because there really isn't much evidence he is fucking anyone else in s5 and I think it's entirely possible Lizzie thought it was him fucking the maids when it was Johnny). Then she asks him to let her into his head.

His response to this is interesting as well, in the context of the episode. He agrees, and echoing Michael's language, says "To clear it out, that what needs clearing out." Which suggests everything that happened earlier in the episode is present in this scene.

The other thing is that he doesn't only say that she's his property, he goes on to say that everything is mine. Not just Lizzie, everything. And again this is fairly uncharacteristic of him.

To me, this is very much about a guy who sees his life and all of his plans spiraling out of control -- who has no control over anyone at all ("there's a general lack of discipline in this fucking company" as he tells Polly in s3). Polly has seemingly betrayed him -- siding with Michael, who lost the company fortune, then helping Aberama spoil Tommy's plans for the Billy Boys. He thinks Michael is after his "throne." He can't count on Arthur not to fly off the handle when he's supposed to be acting as intimidation towards Mosley. Implied in all of this (and I think it comes out later when he talks about marrying a Shelby) is that Linda too has betrayed him by leaving Arthur -- therefore leaving Tommy to deal with Arthur, leaving Arthur destabilized. @holyfoal has talked about this point I think.

It's also important that Lizzie explicitly mentions that one of the factors in her decision to stay was their sexual relationship. "I touch myself but it's you... this, always."

Oh a last point is that hallucination of Grace talking about breaking his heart -- you could definitely look at what he says to Lizzie as being about fear of losing her like he lost Grace, as well.

Oof. Sorry. This is way too unfocused and lacking in any actual conclusions. There's definitely something here that I'm not quite getting at underneath everything going on in this episode, and I have ideas about it but need to think it through more.

#this is a mess sorry anon #peaky blinders #meta #at some point maybe i'll take another stab at being coherent

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She is my property.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader.

Summary: Mosley state out of the line and the beast in Tommy come to the light.

Word count: 2.093

Author’s note: This was request from @marartgogh. I hope you like it honey. The last part was inspired in the conversation that Tommy had with Lizzie in one of the season but I dont know what season.

Tommy wasn't looking for hiring someone to tell him what to do with his money. With his brains it was enough but Polly convinced him after all they were getting a lot of money and the illegal business we're almost done so she advised him, more like force him, to hire a financial advisor. Person after person no-one convinces him, he doesn't trust them with his money until that sweet and young girl knocks his office door.

The way she was talking to them, showing them all the ways that they could invest the money, documents proving her point. She was the most professional person that stepped in his office looking for the job that day. Without blinking, Polly gives him the job although Tommy's hard stare said otherwise

After one month Tommy had to eat his unspoken words. She was damn good at her job. He followed her advice and invested the money in what she said and the profits were huge. He had to admit that she was smart like him, but sweet, king and the dynamic that those two had was like no other. At first they spent a lot of time in his office debating where to get the money, the way she spoke so sweetly but professionally and held his gaze made him say yes to whatever she said. For the first time in a long time Thomas Shelby was having a real conversation with someone out of his family. He answered her questions, professional and personal, the same way she did.

She arrived at the office nearly at the same time as him so he always made sure to leave the coffee making for her, because he learned that she loves coffee with two sugars in the morning. The way she played with the rings in her hands when she was concentrating and all those little things he knew about her scared the shit out of him because that meant only one thing and he wasn't ready to admit it, yet.

One day she entered his office after knocking one single time, like only she does, and the words left his mouth without his brains processing them “Did you do something different with your hair?” and she stopped in her tracks, bowed her head a little and frowned. In that moment he had to contening himself from standing up and going to kiss her. “Yes. I don't like it when it's too long.”. He smiled like a little boy and almost told her that she looked beautiful as ever, but the great Thomas Shelby wasn't gonna do that.

Three weeks later Tommy knew in the exact moment that he entered the company that something was different but he couldn't pinpoint it right away. It wasn't different wrong, it wasn't different good either, it was just different. The hours still passed and he couldn't figure it out so he just gave up, an odd thing in Thomas Shelby. It was late at night and she entered his office with a binder in her hands and her eyes glued there. She was talking about numbers and that someone messed up them and he was just admiring her. In that moment when he inhaled deeply he knew what was different. “Is that a new perfume? ” “Yes, Thomas. Now, what I was saying ” And she keeps talking about the goddamn paperwork.

After God knows how many long years, after Gretta, after the war, after everything Tommy was in love with her. But there was a little problem, Oswald Mosley. The moment he sets foot in the compañy he doesn't take his eyes off her. Always undressing her with his eyes and in the eyes of Tommy she seems not disgusted by it. All the time Mosley asked him about who was and Thomas had to take all the strength in his body to not kill him, not yet. He made sure that all the times Mosley was in his office she wasn't even near them.

But one time the sneaky bastard came unannounced and “bump” into her but to be more specific entered her office without knocking. “You’ve come to my attention.” Those were the first words that came out of Mosley's mouth. “Why is a lovely lady like you working for a man like Thomas Shelby? “

“I’m his financial advisor. And I’m mostly sure that what you just did it's a lack of respect and not at all chivalrous on your part.” Her words were like a slap in the face for him so he walked slowly and stepped dangerously close to her. At that moment Tommy opened the door, almost slammed it.

When his assistant told him that Mosley came to visit him and when he was told to come in another moment he simply decided to pay her a little visit Tommy saw red. “Mr. Mosley, I'm gonna ask you to go.” Tommy kept his eyes on her.

“And why is that Mr. Shelby?”- Mosley took one step back from her.

“Because she is my property.”- The look she gave him wasn't a loving and sweet one, oh boy no, it was as if he just unleashed hell. “This is my property” He tried to correct himself but it was too late, he could see that she was already pissed off. “And I don't appreciate that you came in here and bothered MY employee, my employees so I’m gonna say it just one more time. Mr. Mosley, I'm gonna ask you to go.” Mosley said something but Tommy was too concentrated on her, the way she was looking at him, her eyes were cold and it was impossible to read her face.

Maybe it was seconds, minutes or even hours, none of them knew but they were standing at opposite ends of the office looking at each other. She seems to break from her thinking and gestures to him to sit in front of her but he simply ignores her.

“Sit the fuck down Shelby.” In all the time knowing her it was the first time ever he listened her cursing and he was so fucking turned on with her cold voice and harsh words, so he was happy to comply. “What was that, Thomas?”

“What are you talking about?”- Play dumbTommy, play dumb his brain was telling him.

“For God sakes Thomas, dont even try to act dumb with me. Both know that that will be a waste of time.”- She knows him so well that scares him. “Why do you act like I was a piece of land that you can claim eh? Why do you treat me that way?”

“Because I don't like the way he was looking at you, the way he always seems to undress you with his eyes every time he sees you and you seem so unimpressed by him. I almost look like you...”- He couldn't finish the sentence because she interrupted him.

“I suggest that for your own good do not finish this sentence, Thomas.”- Her eyes were daring him to do it, he could see it. A part of him want to know what would happen if he do it and other part scream to him to shut the fuck up. “I don't like the way he looks at me, I assure you no sane woman would like that a man like him sees her that way, BUT I need it because it would help the cause so much.”

What was she talking about? What cause? Who the hell was she? All those questions were playing in his brain. And she could see the wheels turning in his brain, the way he frowned a little and his eyes scanned her. She just exhales hard and closes her eyes for a minute.

“What are you talking about?”

“Im a French spy Thomas”- Fan-fucking-tastic he was falling in love with a spy. The hurtful look in his eyes broke her heart. She made a step closer to him but he took two steps back. She was there to spy on him, to make his empire burn to the ashes, to destroy everything he fought for, it was all a lie. “Don't look at me that way Tommy.”- The way his name sounds in her lips must be considered a crime. “I know what you are thinking and it's not like that. I'm a spy, yes, but I'm not spying on you or your family. My job is to collect all the information possible on Mosley and overthrow him.”

“It doesn't make sense why you work for me though.” Ok maybe she wasn't spying on him but she was using him and Tommy doesn't like that. After all the times he used people for his own benefit now he was tasting his own medicine.

“It came to our ears that you want him dead too, so they want to form an alliance with you to take him down or something like that, I don't know.”- At this point she was holding his gaze but he could see that she was nervous.

“What do you mean you don't know? What kind of spy are you? A new one?”- The bittersweet words didn't come unnoticed to her. She wanted to slap him for that but it was clear as day, atleast to her, that he was overwhelmed with all the new information.

“I'm gonna act like you didn't just underestimate me. I don't know what they are planning because I'm compromised.” He looks at her like a little boy that doesn't understand a single thing in science class. “They don't tell me things anymore because I was stupied enough to catch feelings for you. So they decide to keep me in the dark for the benefit of the plan.”

Tommy feared that his brain was playing games with him, again. Did she or did she not tell him that she had feelings for him? He wasn't sure so he studied her. The look in her eyes that sometimes falls to his lips and the way she bite her check from the inside so maybe his brain wasn't wrong after all.

So he walks closer to her, as if it were a prey. Slow but hard steps echoing the office. They could have heard each other’s beating, the way their hearts could almost pop out of their chest, but the way they looked at each other was the only thing they could focus on. He was standing in front of her, their chests touching. To hell with personal space. His right hand went directly to the back of her neck holding her head in a way that she could see his eyes. Her right hand flew to his chest, right where his heart was.

Her eyes looked at him from under her long lashes. Oh lord, he was sure that that was what you see when you are received in heaven and if his assumensn were true he hoped to go to heaven when he died. She touched his nose with hers, asking permission for something. The beast in him melted with how delicate she was acting, but to hell with that because in one second her pupils dilated to the point that her eyes were almost black. In a blink of an eye she was kissing him like he was the only life source on the planet.

He lifts her and makes her sit at her own desk and him standing between her legs. Tommy’s rough hand digging in her waist while the other hangs to her head. She moans and he feels like he is touching the sky. The kiss was broken thanks to the need to breathe.

“For the record, I'm not your property or your puppet. I'm my own person Thomas. I get it, you are a very possessive man but keep that for the bedroom, not in public.”- She bit his lower lip and Tommy raised his browns.

“The bedroom eh?”- His tone was teasing and she smiled mischievously. “I hope that with that you mean that this is not a one time thing”

“Oh no Thomas. There will be more times, a lot more. Do you think that you can keep up old man?”- She pecked his lips seductively.

“Oh love I'm gonna show you.” - He threw all the papers in her desk to the ground and she laughed. And that's how Thomas Shelby made her scream his name like there was no tomorrow. After all in his brain she was his property and no one touched his property.

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sirensmojo · 3 years

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“KINDRED”, 1 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Guns, Tommy & Reader being bitches

Summary: Tommy meets a librarian that he discovered to be the chief of an underground organisation. Needing man enough allies to dirty their hands in the battle against Oswald Mosley, he shakes hands with the devil. Feelings intertwine with business, a mix that leads to unalterable ends...

Word Count: 5k+

*London*

The man entered the library in a hurry, the door making a grinding sound as he paused for a second, his eyes wandered on the areas as if looking for something.

Your face popped off the book lying on the table where you had been sitting for almost an hour now.

Quickly enough, when you caught sight of the individual that had just entered your space, your head went down to the printed lines again as the tip of your fingers were scratching, up and down, the back of your neck.

You heard footsteps navigating through the shelves to which you paid no mind. It’s only when you heard them walking towards your desk that you tuned your ears to the sound.

A shadow fell over the pages and the clearing of a throat resonated in the peaceful silence.

You sighed at the interruption and looked up at the intruder.

Your eyes encountered a not so tall man, wearing an elegant and costly-looking dark blue suit, adorned by a neat long coat.

He remained silent as he opened his coat with one hand, searching his pockets for something. Your eyes stared at his hand as it came out with a cigarette between two fingertips, which you followed with your gaze to his mouth.

That’s when you finally saw his face and recognized him to be Tommy Shelby.

“Searching the political area” the blue-eyed man voiced, not a single look thrown your way.

He was too occupied lightening his cig.

You pointed, nonetheless, at the direction of the section he’d asked. You then, hassled back to your book, not giving him a second glance as you turned a page.

As you did so, Tommy frowned, squinting his eyes. His focus fluttered from your face to the novel a couple times.

Afterwards, he puffed on his cigarette and walked toward the politic’s shelves.

(...)

Book in hand, shaking it proudly he reappeared in front of the desk.

“Found what you were looking for, eh?” You offered him a smile as if you hadn’t totally ignored him several minutes before.

He chuckled to himself. “I’d like to take that for some hours”.

“If it’s only for a couple hours...” You begin, pointing at the tables in the corner of the building, near the huge windows.

“you must do what you got to do there. Else, you must pay and keep it for at least three days before returning it” You muttered outright.

Thomas scoffed, turning towards the tables and stared at them with contempt before he turned back at you. He shook his head in disbelief, his mouth opening as if to speak but he didn’t seem to be able to find his words.

So, with a final frown, he gave up and went back to staring holes into your head.

You basically just put Thomas Shelby back in his place.

Of course, he knew there were rules, but none of the librarians he has met before actually told them to him.

Too afraid to look a Shelby in the eyes, even more, to surrender them to some rules about borrowing a book.

But here he was, in front of you that seems not to care what his last name was.

You let go of your reading, turning it paper against the wood to keep your page.

Fetching some papers out of the drawer, you began to fill a form with what he recognized to be his name, then as you got ready to write his address, you finally lifted your head and addressed him.

“Would you mind giving me your home location Mr Shelby?” You asked, eyes devoid of emotion.

“Are you going to come and fetch the book yourself if I don’t return it in time, aye?” He returned, tilting his head to the side.

Even if his voice wasn’t capable of wording it playfully, you knew he didn’t take the process seriously. You decided to ignore the peaky blinder and wrote down the address you were well aware of from the very start.

The man clenched his jaw, watching you write down the address of his mansion as if you knew each other intimately.

“I’ll do without your signature” You murmured utterly to yourself even though Tommy did hear it.

“It’s 13 shillings.” You added, staring right at Thomas, not an ounce of fear in your expression.

He just placed on the table the money he owed and walked away, letting himself turn back to peek at you.

Some research will have to be done to uncover your identity. He had never until now seen you at the library, although it had been a meeting place for Ada and him multiple times as his sister works here as a counselor.

(...)

Back home, Thomas was met by Lizzie, a shoulder against the frame of the open door, her arms crossed on her chest.

“Pol’ is here, she says she wants to talk to you about Michael”. Her sweet voice contrasting her worried eyes. She was trying to read her husband’s expression.

He walked past her, greeting the maid that indicated to him the presence of guests she had guided to wait in his office.

“Tommy!” Polly exclaimed, her eyes lit up at the sight of him.

She had been on Tommy’s side since Michael’s return, but this meeting was leading him up to believe that perhaps, she had finally heard her son out and was here to convince him to do so as well.

Without sparing them a glance, he went behind the large desk and speak to them:

“I’m busy.”

At the dismissal, Polly’s hopeful face fell.

“There are some things you might want to know”.

At the sound of this voice he had long ago hoped to never have to hear again, his shoulders tensed. Taking his coat off, the two individuals forward him could see the whitening of his tightened hands. Wanting to calm himself down, he lit a cigarette and sat.

After a few strained minutes of silence, during which the other occupants of the room could only stare as Tommy poured himself some whiskey and proceeded to drink it as if no one was there, he finally got sick of seeing their faces, eventuating in him breaking the silence.

“The American gentleman has decided he wants to speak, now.”

He emphasizes the first words as if to provoke Michael, who knew it wasn’t a question but a statement. So the younger Gray clenches his jaw to remain silent.

“Where’s your wife, Michael?”

He mockingly said, sipping on the liquor.

“Tommy,” Pol’ warned.

“What? It looks like they make a hell of a couple, ready to take on the world, my business even, eh?” The family leader continues to incite, with a merry tone.

“It’s not like you haven't had your day” Proudly spit his younger cousin, ignoring the staring battle between Tommy and his mother.

The eldest Shelby looked up at Polly’s son with an unreadable expression on his face. He straightened up in his chair and grabbed a cigarette with two of his fingers that he pointed toward the man in front of him.

“See, Michael, you keep saying that you’re willing to take the head of the family business in America out of care for the family. But to me, it looks like you were always lurking at the back, waiting for the moment you’ll be able to take everything for you.”

He was blankly staring at the younger Gray, waiting for an answer that never came.

Polly’s back stiffened, the insinuation of her son having schemed against Thomas making her unable to even make the slightest move.

She couldn’t blame Thomas for thinking that as it all made sense, but she wouldn’t... couldn’t think her son of being capable of such a thing.

Or at least, that, she wanted to believe.

(...)

Days later, Tommy met with a couple of people, from policemen to bureaucrats, whilst attending the usual business tasks, to learn more about you.

He had to know if you were a potential risk to his family, after all, you knew his address, what if you communicated it to his enemies, or if you were an enemy?

Not that he thought you were, but something was off. He couldn’t quite yet put his finger on it, but he had a feeling, probably a gipsy thing, he thought to reassure himself.

The primary reason he got the book was to better study the ascension of different politic’s sides. His actual main focus being to stop Mosley by any means, he needed more knowledge to be able to think of a strategy.

With Mosley, he just couldn’t afford defeat. At least not without giving it a good fight.

Nonetheless, while it began as a business matter, this book gave him an opportunity he would’ve never thought to exist.

(...)

Early in the morning, as he lit up his first cigarette, he heard two quiet knocks at the door. Tommy stood up in a hurry, almost running to the front door, a hand grabbing his gun as he uncocked the safety.

Nobody knew about this house except the family, and it was far too early for a Shelby to come and visit.

The blue-eyed man took a peek through the window, before opening the door. Gun pointed toward the individual’s head, the tip of it centred right between the brows, Tommy exhaled.

“I’ve been expecting that book for two days..” the figure paused, sliding a hand in their suit pocket to glance at their watch.“... and 5 hours exactly”.

One of their brows lifted at Shelby’s lack of reaction. Who other than you could it be?

Without a word, you entered the house, your heels echoing against the walls of the elegant mansion’s hall. You looked around as if to confirm that you indeed were inside the house of the famous and feared gangster.

“How about you put down the gun, eh.” You commanded, turning around to look him in the eyes as a snicker slipped through your painted lips.

“Well, Y/F/N, what do you fucking want?”He was holding the gun steady, ready to shoot whenever, whatever.

“Huh, you researched me. That warms my heart” You mockingly let out, disdain in your voice. “I bet you have questions. So? Did my several years as a nurse at the war impress you, Mr Shelby, or perhaps my calling for illegal & criminal activities?”

You scoffed at yourself. By enunciating those things he probably knew already, you showed him you weren’t impressed he researched you.

“Anyway, all this fuss isn’t necessary.” You tried to convince him again, but this time, your hand went flat on the top of the gun still pointed towards you and pushed it down very softly, taking the blue-eyed man’s hand in yours.

At the touch of your skin, an electric current ran down his spine making Tommy step back.

Your eyes flickered a quick instant, a curious gleam making them shine. He wondered if you too had felt it.

“Plus, I heard you have children? We wouldn’t want them to see their father holding a gun.” You simply put.

He let you pass him by and continue your walk out of the house, toward the garden.

Coming back to himself, Tommy realized he hadn’t blinked for a whole minute. He exhaled deeply and put back the gun in his shoulder holster.

It was only when they reached the little table, that the peaky blinder allowed himself to take a closer look at the stranger sitting in front of him.

Your suit was dark-blue, ornamented with stripes of lighter grey complimented by the various golden rings that adorned your fingers.

You hair fell beautifully on your shoulders, framing your face.

His eyes finally reached yours that were underlined by charcoal liner and your E/C iris were shamelessly staring into his heathen soul.

Tommy had heard of the English political party that shook traditions about women, norms and rights. And from the masculine way you were dressed up to the way you refused to fit women’s 20’s haircuts, he thought you might've been a member of the Women’s Social and Political Union.

Once again it was his intuition talking to him. If he was right and that you were into politics, that means you could be useful in Mosley’s downfall.

He had to figure out a way you two could get along.

“What business do you have in Birmingham?” Tommy managed to word even though he is not used to be the one initiating talking.

“I was born here. But ‘am also the owner of the London library where you borrowed your book. And I came here to give the first warning.” You playfully returned, lighting up a cigarette.

So you were the new owner of the library Ada mentioned when he questioned her. But it just couldn’t be it.

“What? Don’t you think there is enough criminal in here for me to join ‘em, Thomas?” You said as if knowing he didn’t believe you were here solely because of a library. You were reading his silence with a disconcerting facility and it started to get on Tom’s nerves.

“You’re not from here, War Service Record mentioned you were from Paris--”

“My father. I, myself am very much from Birmingham.” You snapped back without even letting the Shelbys head reach the end of his sentence.

Noticing the annoyance all over your face, he felt a sudden need for fresh air aching in his chest. He grabbed a cigarette and ignited it quickly.

Your mysterious stare was still persistent, almost making the Shelby brother uncomfortable.

“Is that all, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Call me Y/N. And yes, That’s all.” You got up, ready to leave.

“Then, Miss Y/F/N,” He emphasized your full name as if to put a distance between you two “the next time you step foot in my mansion without being invited to do so, it’ll be a bullet to the fucking head.”

You leant forward as your hands laid flat on the table. You were so close, he could feel your warm breath on his skin. And as you placed your lips to his ear:

“If you ever again point a gun at me, better aim right cause if you don’t, I’ll shoot back and I don’t miss, Tom” You patted his shoulder.

The Peaky Blinder didn’t know what annoyed him the most, the words or the touch, although if being honest with himself, he would admit the touch wasn’t as annoying as he wanted to believe.

A torrent of thoughts overwhelmed him as he slowly processed the words you had murmured to him. It wasn’t a menace, it was worse than that, it was a promise.

“I’ll be looking forward to your visit, Mr Shelby.”

He stood up, but you were already far away, your coat flailing behind you.

(...)

On an evening, coming back from London, Tommy got home, walked through the hall, joined the dining room and looked at Lizzie that was already sitting at the table:

“Dinner will be without me tonight.” He said, putting on his béret.

“Where are you going?” She asked, but he didn’t respond, turning on his heels and walking outside. “You agreed on letting me in sometimes, Tommy.” She urged as she followed him.

“Well, Lizzie, I’m trying to make today a good day.” He coughed away anything his wife could want to object.

He drove to the old yet refined London’s building. After he parked, he paused to look intently at the imposing glass doors.

The building hadn’t always been this huge library. Actually, the last time he was here, it used to only occupy the first floor, but it seems the new owner had bigger plans.

Now, the whole structure had been remodelled, bookshelves could be seen through the wide windows on all 3 floors, the fourth one had a soft light emitting from it and from where he was, the Shelby brother could see a shadow pacing back and forth.

Only five days had passed since you came to the manor and pressure Tommy with your fearless fierceness, and he could see the arrangement work was almost done.

While workers were leaving the library, Tom was getting in and envied them as their headache would disappear as soon as they walked out, whereas Tommy’s appeared as soon as he walked in.

He somehow felt like talking to you would be worse than a full day of work.

He opened the heavy doors and as he was approaching the desk, noticed a golden plaque on the nearest wall:

Floor 1. Novels.

Floor 2. Science.

Floor 3. Politics.

Tommy paused and read the plaque a second time.

He counted four floors, didn’t he?

Why would they omit the presence of a fourth one when it was clear someone was up there. The absence of its mention aroused his curiosity, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as a voice approached him.

“Hello, sir, this’ a library. The pub’s the other side o’ the street.” Said the woman with judgment underlining her strong accent.

Tommy looked at her, dismissing her insult by a cough, as he waved the object in his hand.

“Came to return it.” He placed the book on the table, the tip of his fingers patting its cover as the woman put on a fake smile.

“A name?” The voice resonated, its owner opening the drawer full of files.

“Shelby.”

At the mention of the name, the desk woman raised her eyes to the man standing in front of her and blinked a couple times before glancing at the stairs against the furthest wall. “The fourth flo’, you’re expected.” She leaned toward Thomas murmuring as if telling a secret.

“Fourth floor?” He repeated to himself. So he was right, the top of this building was indeed occupied.

As he wondered who the mysterious shadow he saw earlier belonged to and what might wait for him there, his attention instinctively drifted to Miss forced-smile again.

She was staring at him as if he owed her something, so he lifted a brow at her, waiting for her to speak.

“I’ll need a pound.” She simply put.

“‘S’cuse me?”

“The book, Mr Shelby. It’s the penalty.”

He scoffed at the revelation, the woman staring at him until he placed the pound on her desk. She then started filling the returning paper without a second glance to the peaky blinder.

(...)

The fourth floor was a never-ending corridor with brown and cream patterns on the walls that led to an imposing wooden door.

Apprehension seizing him, Tommy frowned. He wasn’t sure he could trust that fucking desk lady, but the adrenaline led him to knock anyway.

“It’s open.” Stated a distorted voice.

Tommy entered the room, stumbling on a vast sophisticated office.

Classical music could be heard in the background, variations of piano only. Golden framed paintings were hanging on the wooden decorated walls, matching the golden details of the little marble table on his right.

It was encircled by two leather armchairs and an opulent lion paw sofa.

On the counter against the opposite wall rested a collection of fancy glass-bottled alcohol and near it was a snifter cabinet.

Ahead of him was a large sculpted desk with an artistic lamp enlightening loads of papers. A desk nameplate indicated Tommy was in your office. His eyes lift to the familiar face.

“Here you are,” You muttered, getting up from your chair, your heels making a muffled noise on the seemingly expensive carpet.

A folder in one hand, a cigarette in the other, you passed by him, so close you briefly touched. Your bewitching perfume filled the man’s nostrils with fragrance as his gaze followed you going to the door to close it.

“Whiskey? Irish, right?” You spoke, joining the counter and pouring two drinks.

For the first time since the blue-eyed man entered the room, you looked up to him.

“Perhaps Mr Shelby lost his tongue?” You asked with curiosity.

You looked surprised by Tommy’s lack of enthusiasm as if you were waiting for him to ripost when you cast the barb.

“Is being rude pre-required to work in this library?” He ignored your previous comment.

You frowned in what seemed to be confusion, but quickly smiled in understanding. “Oh, right, Ana. I take it she left quite an impression.”

Tommy scoffed, shaking his head at your ridiculous reaction.

“You do realize that she’s supposed to be welcoming, and not make you want to leave and never return, right?”

You laughed leaving Thomas aghast. “Ana’s not the desk lady. She was only here because I trusted her to send you my way, and she did.” You said with a satisfied smile on your face.

While Shelby was surprised at the first half of your sentence, curiosity took over at the second half. “So this is the first of your gangsters I’ve met, a woman.”

You knew Tommy wasn’t the type to diminish women’s work according to what you read about him, you surmised it was more to gauge your reaction to him talking about your organisation, which you were fine with.

“All of ‘em, women.” You accentuated your words, mimicking disgust.

He let out a snort, but you kept on as if you hadn’t heard him.

“I bet if you tried to know her you would in fact, like Ana.”

Raising his eyebrows at your admittance, Tommy decided to drop the light talk and get to business.

Even though he was still quite taken aback by the settings of this meeting he hadn’t forgotten the thing he wanted from you.

He knew you were “prosperous” according to his readings, but this office showed him the chosen adjective didn’t do justice to reality.

“I want to deal with Mosley, Miss Y/L/N. And I’d like to believe you’re here to do the same.” His grave tone filled the room.

“Call me Y/N,” your arm invited the man onto the sofa.

You handed a cup to the peaky blinder that gladly took it before moving to him with your own and the folder that you dropped on the table while sitting. “here is a list of every man you need to keep an eye on in order to accomplish your plan safely.”

He looked over to you at the announcement of his plan. Of course, you were informed, of course, you weren’t only here for a library.

He took the file and started to flip through the papers, his index patting on a specific name. He glanced you.

“Michael Gray” He read out loud.

“You have to know Captain Swing from the occupied six counties and I had met a couple times. I found it funny how you ignored the fact your cousin, who had lost nearly $2 million in America, was serenely aboard the SS Monroe in Belfast dock, plotting with men that want you dead. Some representatives from County Tyrone and Glasgow UVF--”

“She told me.” Tommy cut you as if he wanted to dismiss the call he had with Captain Swing.

You, aware of what he was trying to do, continued to remind him where his cousin’s betrayal began.

“They were talking ‘bout how they’d divided up the English racetracks after they’d blown away your legs.”

You were intently looking at him, accentuating some words as if to show the urge for him to realize the gravity of the situation.

Tommy wasn’t waiting on a specific call that day, so he knew trouble was coming when the operator told him the call was from Belfast.

But God, it was worse than anything that could be expected.

A certain Captain Swing captured his cousin that was returning from America. She said he was dealing with some men that were Shelby’s enemies, talking about his downfall and the benefits of it.

She offered him two options: Put a bullet in the head of Michael right away or send him “home”, to Birmingham.

Tom did choose the second one... after a long minute of thinking.

“And may I ask… why are you doing me this favour?”

The woman on the phone clicked her tongue before responding,

“Because, Mr Shelby, we’ve been informed by people at the very highest level, that since your conversion to socialism, you’re now on the side of the angels. And angels can be useful to us.”

The last thing the peaky blinder heard was the line disconnecting.

“People at the very highest level, eh. So it was you.” He chuckled to himself, getting up to face the windows.

He placed a hand into his coat searching for something and as he did so, you placed your fingers on your gun that was still in your shoulder holster.

Even if he didn’t show it, it was clear the news startled him, and you didn’t know what he would do next, you had to be ready.

“You spied on me.” He turned to you and you let go of your gun seeing he pulled out his cigarette case, an unreadable expression on both his face & tone.

As if he needed time to discuss internally with himself, he lit a cigarette and smoked half of it before exhaling deeply, rubbing a hand on his face.

You waited patiently for the expression of the Shelby brother to tell you you could go on. Even if it wasn’t an easy task to understand or read Thomas Shelby, you were arrogant enough to think you succeeded at it.

“You did it too. You’re just not used to being searched the way you research others.” You managed to slide your hair from one shoulder to the other, to light a cig.

“You get used to it.” You assured him, inhaling as much smoke as you could.

“Listen, you don’t get the right to erase crucial information because it’s about a member of your family. He is a threat that needs to be dealt with, Thomas. I know you trust no one, even less me, you have no reason to, but I’m saying it anyway because I want you to understand that not every time you do something right, innocent people have to die.”

As soon as he heard your last words, he turned to you, waiting for an answer to a question he hadn’t worded yet.

“Who’s going to die?” He muttered.

“We are to be partners, so I’ll give you an ounce of who I am: my father died at the beginning of the war, leading me to enter it. When I joined the nurses I wanted to die, just like him. He was all I ever had, I didn’t think I could be anything without him. You damn know war, so I’ll skip to what happened after: I came back. I’ve failed to die, but my profile caught the eye of a police officer. He saw I could use my head and logic to know my enemy’s strategy and predict their next move. So I worked for him nearly one year before I killed him.”

You totally ignored Thomas' question, hoping your monologue will keep Tom’s mind busy so he’d forget what you previously said, and it worked.

Tommy’s face met with your piercing-eyes as you shrug.

“Corruption. Soon enough, the police department found a bounty killer in me.” You stop at Shelby’s scoff. He shook his head, brows raised as reaching for his alcohol. He then led his cup to his mouth and drank it in one go.

“Didn’t you find that?” Your high-pitched tone expressed your surprise.

“Nah.” He clicks his tongue. “So you’re a copper?” You shook your head.

“I stayed in Paris, as I already had quite a reputation there. People respected me despite my gender, so I was able to do most things women are forbidden to do. On one hand, I was still a bounty killer with some girls, on the other hand, I’d started a counterfeit money’s enterprise. And given all of my options there, I opened a bar for women to debate and learn. It wasn’t easy as I wasn’t married, there was no man to “tame” me as high society people said, but I managed to buy a racetrack, and with a little bit of fighting, gave women the opportunity to bet. And even if I fought for the women’s cause, men liked my face along with what I represented... “ Thomas' stare got heavier as questions came to his mind at almost each of your sentences.

“I used their attraction towards me to get what I wanted. And ultimately, I entered politics.” You sipped on your drink.

“You forgot to mention you being a librarian, aren’t you, Y/N?” It was the first time he’d called you that, but it somehow felt natural.

As you smirked looking away, he could tell you’d noticed how good your name sounded on his lips.

“It only helps for the public image. People like to ask questions about your income sources if you hadn’t noticed. And for people like us, it’s better to have sturdy explanations.” You served yourself another full cup of whiskey.

“Was it the chase of gangsters that made you like whiskey over gin, eh?” Tommy teased you.

“Are women solemnly allowed to drink gin, Mr Shelby?” You raised a brow at him, curiously waiting on his answer.

“You were indeed a suffragette.” He firmly stated, nodding to himself.

“Bonne intuition *speaking french*(=good intuition). That’s good.” You were pleased.

“I, when leaving Paris, was told to beware of you. ‘The bastard thinks’ were their exact words. Even out the borders, people know the peaky boys.” You gave a faint smile while Tommy chuckled, smoking his cig.

“We’re going to need it for this new war.”

“Need what?

“Instinct.” You got up, turning up the volume more. When back, you filled Tommy’s glass. You found the man looking through one of the windows, arms crossed in his back.

“Not so sure it works that way around here.”

You joined him, handing him his cup. He stepped aside, putting a certain distance between you. You were faster than he to noticed.

“All the big cities work the same, Mr Shelby. I’ve been here before, once you know the flaws in one of ‘em, you know the flaw in ‘em all.” You assured him with confidence, stealing the man’s cigarette from his lips.

You stepped into his space.

“You’ve been here before, hm. And what part of your business does this library cover for?” The peaky blinder took his cup from your hand.

He stepped into your space.

“The right question is not ‘what part’, rather ‘what business does this library cover for?’. I branched out, remember? Like you should.”

Tommy was uncomfortable regarding the turning of the meeting.

“Do you like music, Mr Shelby? I, meself enjoy very much Erik Satie. He was french and died in Paris a couple years ago, unfortunately. I’ve met him, several times in fact, at some events such as festivals, ballets, theatrical performances, and other fancy evenings, you know?” You were restlessly talking, seeking any emotion in Tom’s face.

Even if his primary idea was to come and suggest that the two of you could work together, he didn’t think this would’ve been this easy to convince you, or that you would be so open about yourself, you didn’t behave the same as you did during your previous meetings, which confused Tommy.

“No--No, I don’t know, I was born gipsy, not born with a silver spoon in me mouth” His tone filled with sarcasm, he caught you staring at him. You didn’t release the look, nor did he.

“I wasn’t either, I just worked my way up there.” You handed back the cigarette to Tommy.

He glanced at you that was standing beside him, you were now looking at the movements in the street with an unreadable face.

“Guess politics offer diverse opportunities?”

You were fierce, without a doubt, but for some reason, your guards were down this evening. Perhaps this meeting established your partner status?

“Would you drive all the way to Westminster in London to talk every week at the House Of Commons, if not?” You retorted a brow raised high.

So you were aware of his position there... It wasn’t too much to say your whole character was a mystery to him.

Sometimes you were head-on & aggressive, sometimes you seemed confident and serene. But overall, you were aware of yourself and everything you might be concerned about.

You knew how to collect information and use it to your advantage. He didn’t doubt you were smart, but the best thing he’d seen about you so far was your patience.

You knew everything would fall into place as you handled it with a tight hand, so you weren’t rushing over anything nor slipping key information to demonstrate your power.

You used them at the right time, always reminding the people working with you that you were to be taken seriously.

The more he knew about you, the more emotions were settling in him. Which didn’t happen in a long time.

He couldn’t even get something as basic as sleep, so how could he afford to feel things? But here he was, his heart fluttering at the idea you were maybe what he was looking for: a man that he couldn’t defeat. A woman, innit.

He was reassuring himself thinking “it’s only business” when catching his thoughts drifting to the tornado that you were, but as you succeeded to impress him every time, he admitted there was something about you that was calling him.

“You’re on your own?” The words left his mouth softly.

“Beg pardon?” You drank your drink taking your time, appreciating the burning spreading in your chest.

“You’re in town by yourself, no one to call family then?” Tom tried to cover his thirst to know more.

You didn’t respond right away, looking into the liquid in your drink as if searching for the answer there. You were unreadable again.

“I am.” You finished your cup.

The man didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t staring at you, his deep blue eyes searching your soul in the slightest of your move or expression as a peaceful silence settled between you.

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twvstedsouls · 2 years

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S6.04 - MY THOUGHTS

this is just first thoughts, after first viewing.

just the look tommy gave arthur when arthur said he couldn’t do it.

the creaking in the background during the funeral speech of tommy’s.

…again peaceful, good, down the river. similar promise as he did after grace died.

tommy’s way of coping with loss, he can’t just sit still and wallow in it, he has to go, has to do something it (though it clearly doesn’t work).

look like i was wrong about the forest scene, the man he shot isn’t johnny dogs, just a member of the boswell family (but there’s still that picture of the bar fight)

not a fan of the music this episode, doesn’t fit very well, sort of brings you out of it (but i don’t know, maybe it’s intentional?)

holy shit!!!!!! the duke shelby is not john’s kid but tommy’s!

lolololol esme after that asking for more gold. though could she stop him from taking duke with him if he wanted to?

tommy talking about just casually stepping onto ‘another boat’ as if he can go on/move on just like that. while technically he’s shown that he can, it’s not that simple.

love the brother bonding. the typical conversation between brothers they never really have.

tommy’s drinking again. ruby one loss too many.

‘because you let me win. you wanted me to win. you wanted me to win ever since.’

jdhfgdjgjfgjdn obsessed with this. sort of gives more depth to the question that’s always sort of floating around, not having a full, complete or completely satisfied answer: why is tommy in charge and not arthur as the eldest? (not just skills, competency, not wanting to on arthur’s part)

‘just a few more yards left to go.’

tommy how are you going to change the world when you’ve started drinking again?

charles saying ‘she holds onto me.’ though it indicates he’s referring to lizzie, what if he’s referring to ruby?

saying that you’re ok, doesn’t make it so.

captain swing probably like: what the fuck am doing here? while also she seems the only one genuine in her condolences/about mourning/grief.

loved the parallels/edit of ada, arthur and lizzie.

wouldn’t it be something if that was ruby’s favourite horse?

all this camera panning at the table meeting scene, unnerving scene and different tone to the rest.

karl still thinking and talking the same. not surprised. ada’s comeback, amazing. karl trying to belong but not really belonging anywhere (different upbringing/schooling than his parents, yet not the same as his fellow students).

ruby’s chair.

same typewriter that he bought lizzie fdkgkdgkgn

maybe tommy’s sick? or charles? or maybe lizzie?

RUBY’S CHAIR.

not yet. change how?

was that michael? WAIT, was that mosley?

gina possibly going to spy for tommy, interesting.

the whole ‘I will know.’

this is more like season 5 gina.

the fly and tommy staring at it. something about death/close to death/it clinging to him (lingering death of ruby’s and possibly the impeding/impending of his own).

dkjghkdghkdjgnkdfn ANEURNIN BARNARD.

wait…what?

his personal doctor. who we’ve probably never seen because when does tommy ever go to the doctor? (unless he has no choice)

so he got the TB bacteria from ruby.

explanation for seizures/hallucinations, etc. YES.

the enemy he can’t defeat isn’t a person.

‘my accountant was just leaving’ - so as usual, hiding what’s wrong with him from the people he loves.

‘not a devil, just an ordinary mortal man.’ so he’d given up on becoming god, then tried to be the devil, but now realises he is what he is, and can’t change that.

love polly’s prediction again at the end. as well as grace’s breath (so far it just seemed not fitting very well, but this time it hits different/good)

about the grace breath thing: goes all back to that interview/article on the official peaky blinders website (i think?) about grace in season 5 now associated with the black horse, not the white, no longer good but evil, an evil spirit/ghost.

and this breath sort of feels/visualizes as grace digging her claws deeper/tightening her hold to finally rip him away.

edit:

realized I misunderstood the ‘stepping onto another boat’ thing. the members of the boswell family he killed are in the boat he’s stepping off of, so does he mean by this and ‘good’ that he’ll no longer kill? or is promising not to die or kill himself?

#peaky blinders season 6 #peaky blinders season 6 spoilers #season 6 spoilers #peakyspoilers #S6 #S6.04

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peakyswritings · 4 years

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Terrified

John Shelby x female!reader

Requested by: anonymous

Warnings: drinking, smoking, sexual harassment, misogyny, violence

The gif is not mine, credits to the owner

You were standing alone in the middle of the dining room, drinking wine in your fancy dress with a bored look in your face, waiting for the ballet to start. It was Lizzie’s birthday, Tommy had invited a ballet company for the event. You didn’t actually want to be there, you hated those kind of events, but Lizzie was your friend and you were John’s girlfriend, you had to be present. You had known the Shelbys since you were fourteen and following John around like a puppy. It took you years to finally gather up the courage to reveal your feelings for each other. You had been together for three years and you couldn’t be happier.

“Well, well” a voice behind you said. You turned around and you saw Oswald Mosley coming closer to you with a glass in his hand and the other hand in his pocket “if it isn’t my favourite girl”

You rolled your eyes, his confident attitude making you wanna punch him in the face. You had met Mosley during one of Tommy’s business meetings and he’d had his eyes on you ever since.

“Would it be inappropriate to say that you outshine every single woman in his room?”

You cringed at his poor attempt to flirt with you, placing your glass on the table.

“It would be extremely inappropriate, Mr Mosley. And dangerous for you.”

“Oh, I love dangerous” he grinned, coming closer to you.

Luckily, John was soon by your side, wrapping a protective arm around your waist.

“Mr Mosley” he greeted, with a hint of annoyance in his tone “my brother’s waiting for you in his office”

Mosley stayed calm and collected.

“Sure. It was nice to see you again, Y/N” he smiled at you, turning around and going away.

“Was he bothering you?” John looked at you with a serious look on his face. You shook your head.

“He was just being his annoying self. Nothing to worry about” you reassured him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

******

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” John asked for the third time, after Tommy told him that he needed him for something.

“I’m sure John. I’ll find Polly or Lizzie and I’ll stay with them” you gave him a small kiss on the lips “Now go, Tommy needs you”

“I’ll be back soon, I promise” he kissed you again and he went away.

You glanced around the room, looking for a familiar face. As soon as you spotted Polly and Lizzie in a corner of the room, you walked towards them. It seemed like they weren’t having much fun either. The three of you stood there in silence for a couple of minutes.

“I don’t trust that girl at all” Polly stated at some point, looking at Gina from across the room. You and Lizzie followed her gaze.

“Do you think she’s hiding something?” you asked her, turning to look at her.

“I don’t think that. I know that.” she took a drag from her cigarette “And you’ve known me for long enough to know that I’m always right”

“Ladies”

Mosley approached you. You saw Lizzie stiffen, her lips were shut in a straight line. She had told you about her past experience with him.

“It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” he casually asked, trying to make conversation.

Obviously, he knew that none of you wanted to talk to him. For some reason, he really liked to annoy people.

“You know” he started “it’s really strange to see so many women involved in men’s business”

“Here we go again” you rolled your eyes. He wasn’t the first man who judged the position of the women in the Shelby Company Limited. He glared at you for a moment, then he continued with his speech.

“I wonder, what do you do exactly?” he put on a curious facade, but it was just an act to hide the fact that he was being sexist “I don’t understand how you manage to keep up with the business. It’s a men’s job, after all”

Polly raised her eyebrows, starting to talk but you interrupted her. You had had enough.

“Women are just as capable as men, Mr Mosley. And if you don’t agree with that, you can take you misogynous ass somewhere else.” you snapped.

Polly and Lizzie looked at you with an amused look on their faces.

“I couldn’t have said it better” Polly said, smirking at the expression that Mosley had on his face.

He cleared his throat and he collected himself.

“In my opinion, you should really mind the way you talk to other people”

“Well” you crossed your arms over your chest “it’s not like I asked for your opinion”

He tried to say something, but he was interrupted by the maid who announced the beginning of the ballet.

******

You were sat next to John, holding his hand. He wasn’t actually the type of person who loved ballet, he seemed kinda bored.

“I have to go to the bathroom” you whispered in his ear “I’ll be back soon” he nodded and he let go of your hand.

You got up and you entered in the house, looking for the bathroom. It took you a while, Tommy’s house was huge, but you eventually found it. Little did you know, that someone had followed you and was waiting for you, leaning with their back on the opposite wall.

Once you got out and started walking down the hallway, you found yourself face to face with Mosley, who moved away from the wall.

“It wasn’t nice of you Y/N, talking to me like that...” he tutted his tongue, shaking his head in sign of disapproval “didn’t your parents teach you to treat people with respect?” He emphasised the last word.

He slowly came closer to you, taking his time, like a wolf with his prey. You took some steps backwards, but your back hit a wall. He suddenly grabbed your jaw with his hand.

“I don’t tolerate that kind of attitude” he said in a low voice with his face only a couple centimetres away from yours.

“Good thing I’m not here to please you, then” the words left your mouth before you could stop them. He clenched his jaw, tightening his grip on you.

“I think that there are several better things that you could do with that pretty mouth of yours instead of talking”

“Let me go.”

He completely ignored you, pressing his body on yours.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” he growled in your ear.

In that moment, you really started to panic. He didn’t look like he intended to let you go and he was bigger than you, there was no way that you could push him away.

“I said let me go” you tried to seem confident, but the trembling in your voice betrayed you.

“Not so brave anymore, eh?”

You raised your leg to kick him where it hurt the most, but he managed to block you. He gave you an angry look and, when you least expected it, he harshly slapped you in the face. He grabbed your face again with one hand and your wrists with the other.

“Do you want me to let you go? Free yourself” he tightened his grip on your wrists.

You didn’t do anything, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of playing his sick little game of power.

“C’mon” he slightly shook you “fight. It should be easy for you, I’m just using one hand”

You tried to get away, but he was too strong. Saying that you were terrified was an understatement. He chuckled.

“Is this all you can do?”

“Oi! What the fuck are you doing?” John’s voice echoed in the hallway, making you sigh in relief. Mosley finally let you go and moved away from you.

“We were just...having a talk” he said calmly, like he wasn’t pinning you against a wall just a few moments before “you know, you should teach your girlfriend to behave” he pointed at him.

John didn’t answer, he just looked at him with an indecipherable expression. He was calm, too calm. You could cut the tension with a knife. Tommy and Arthur noticed that too, because they tried to say something, but before they could start talking, John punched him in the face. Tommy quickly held him back before he could give another blow.

“Fucking let me go, I have to teach this fucker a lesson”

“John” Tommy tightened his grip on him when he tried to free himself “John. Calm down. His time will come. Do you hear me? His time will come. But we need him alive for now.” He was speaking Romani, so that Mosley couldn’t understand a single word he was saying.

John nodded and as soon as Tommy let him go, he walked towards Mosley and he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

“If you try to touch her, go anywhere near her or even look at her again, I’ll cut you. I don’t care about who you are or who you think you are. I’ll fucking cut you.” he growled, a deadly serious look on his face.

“Do you understand?” he asked. When Mosley didn’t answer, he punched him in the stomach, making him gasp “I said, do you understand?”

When Mosley nodded, John let him go.

“Mr Mosley” Tommy intervened “I have to ask you to leave this house right now.”

Mosley collected himself, then he turned around and he started walking towards the exit.

John came to you and you hugged him like your life depended on it. You hadn’t realised how much you were shaking until that moment. Tommy and Arthur left to give you some privacy. He slowly moved away and he looked at cheek that Mosley had slapped, that had turned red. Some bruises were forming on your jaw and wrists.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone” he murmured, tucking a strand from your hair behind your ear.

“It’s my fault” you said with a cracked voice “I talked to him badly. He got angry because of me”

“No, Y/N” he gently took your face in his hands, looking you in the eyes “it’s not your fault. Don’t think that, not even for a second.”

You shook your head with tears in your eyes.

“Come here” he said softly, gesturing for you to hug him. You held him again, hiding your face in his shirt.

“Don’t cry, love. I’m here, no one’s going to hurt you” he reassured you, gently stroking your hair as you sobbed in his shirt.

He placed a sweet kiss on your head, cradling you in his arms.

“I’m here”

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songtoyou · 3 years

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Chapter 2: First Meeting

Tolerate It

Paring: Modern!Tommy Shelby x Original Female Character

Story Rating: R (No minors should read this fic).

Word Count: 2,778

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault. Sexual activity between two consenting adults.

Description: Tommy Shelby is the owner and CEO of Shelby Company Limited. Starting out as a Bookmaker, Tommy had big ideas to expand his riches. In the past ten years, the company has grown rapidly to expand its business ventures from bars to producing alcohol, manufacturing motor vehicle parts, and exporting. One of the richest men in Great Britain, Tommy Shelby, has it all. Unfortunately, the death of his wife, Grace, left the multi-millionaire mogul alone and depressed. He needed someone to fulfill his needs and deepest darkest desires.

A/N: Again, the response to this fic has been wonderful. We learn more about Rose and find out why Lizzie left. Rose meets Tommy for the first time and begins the process of solidifying their arrangement.

Note: Italics represent the past or past conversations.

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Saturday rolled faster than a blink of an eye. Rose was not nervous about tonight's meeting with her new client. A part of her was looking forward to it. Taking the time to look up Tommy Shelby on the Internet, Rose found out more about the man she would be possibly spending most of her time around. His backstory was interesting. The man started from nothing. It was no wonder Tommy was a massive celebrity within the business community. Inspiring entrepreneurs looked up to him and how he accumulated his wealth.

Rose was aware that Tommy's business practices were not always ethical, just like she knew that Alfie, Luca, and her other clients all dealt in questionable behavior to stay ahead of the game. It was like these guys did not know that the 1920s were long gone, and their little gangs should have considered obsolete in these present times. But it was not her job to question them as part of her did not care. All Rose wanted was to get paid and have a little pleasure herself once in a while. She hoped Tommy was good in bed as Lizzie mentioned he was. She had no reason not to believe her former coworker.

It was a terrible incident at the club that made Lizzie leave for good. All because of Oswald Mosley and his sick and deviant behavior. Oswald was a Member of Parliament for South Staffordshire and the youngest member of the Conservative party. His influence within the party continued to gain strength as the young politician expressed his outlandish views that tended to lean towards fascism. Many other MPs have tried to rebuke Mosley's power but to no avail. His supporters only rallied behind him more. He was garnering more attention and enthusiasm to start his very own nationalist party within Great Britain. This idea worried many other MPs, even within the Conservative Party.

As Mosley's profile continued to rise, he found himself needing a form of release. It did not take long for him to receive an invitation to join Excelsior. Politicians were another form of clientele for the club. However, word soon spread about Mosley's odd behavior with the girls. The man had a weird fetish for rape and sexual assault fantasies. Not many girls wanted to partake in that act. Rose quickly passed on having Mosley as one of her clients since non-consensual/dubious consent was not something she gravitated towards when it came to pleasure.

Some of the girls confided in Rose they felt after being with Mosley. Many were scared to inform Izabella or Tatiana in fear of getting fired. Unfortunately, it took the incident with Lizzie that left her brutally scarred, both physically and psychologically, to have Mosley permanently banned from Excelsior. What made it worse was that no one could do anything to Mosley outside the club, no police reports, no arrests, nothing. He was too powerful.

The only thing Lizzie said to Rose was that Mosley took it too far and that she was rethinking her time at the club. When Lizzie did not show up for three days, Rose knew that she left the life of escorting for good.

Giving herself one last look in the mirror, Rose opted for the wine-colored long drape dress, with a silver belt to extenuate her hips, and topped it off with silver ankle strap heels. Satisfied with how she looked, Rose grabbed her clutch (silver as well) and walked towards the front door.

"Mom, you are coming home later, right?" asked Louis as he sat in the living room watching television.

"Uh…probably won't be home until late. I'm simply hanging out with the girls. Don't wait up, sweetie," said Rose kissing her son on the top of his head.

"Aren't you a little too dressed up for a girl's night out?"

"Louis, darling, here is some advice about women. We like to look nice now and then. It makes us feel good. So, don't ever question why your mummy is all dolled up, okay. The girls and I are celebrating Ellie's promotion at the firm. That is all. Now, do not stay up too late. See you later, love."

"Bye, mum."

Rose hated lying to her son, but there was no way she would ever reveal the truth to him about how they could afford their lifestyle.

As a teen mom, Rose worked tirelessly from different part-time jobs to get food on the table. She was tired of struggling to make ends meet. Rose wanted more for her son. By Rose's mid-twenties, she bit the bullet and became an exotic dancer. The nerves and humiliation wore off quickly when Rose counted her tips. It was the most she had ever made and all in one night. She had no intentions of ever becoming a high-end call girl. But again, the money proved to be too good to pass up. It also helped the Duchess and Princess give their girls some sense of agency and control over what they do and partake in certain activities. Rose's clients did not seem to understand or realize that she held all of the power. She was not a puppet, nor was she naïve.

Tommy continued to check his watch every fifteen minutes. Rose was not late by any means; it was merely a habit. It gave him something to do since he was not allowed to smoke at The Savoy. He instructed Rose to meet at the hotel's bar and restaurant at precisely 9:00 p.m.

He was not nervous as Tommy Shelby did not get nervous. He wanted to get the night started. The man needed some release.

"Mr. Shelby," spoke the hostess. "I have a Miss Turner here to see you."

"Yes, thank you. Send Miss Turner over, please," ordered Tommy and downed his glass of Irish whiskey in one gulp.

For a second, Tommy thought he forgot how to breathe when he saw Rose walk towards him. He would not deny that she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Mr. Shelby," she greeted him with a quick kiss on his cheek. Thankfully, no lipstick residue on his face. Men hated when that happened, Rose learned.

"Miss Turner. It is a pleasure to meet you in person finally," said Tommy as he helped Rose into her seat. He could be a gentleman when he wanted to be one. His Aunt Polly raised him right.

After giving her drink order to the waiter and a refill for Tommy, the two were left alone for the time being. Unsure of where the conversation should start, Rose chose to cut to the chase.

"How do you want tonight to go, exactly? Are we here to talk about, I don't know what you call it, our agreement, our arrangement? Or should we…"

"I say we talk about what we like and don't like," Tommy cut Rose off.

When the waiter brought their drinks, Rose took a sip of her white wine, while Tommy sipped his whiskey.

"My file should have included my interests. What I will and won't do with a man," Rose reminded him.

"Indeed, it did, but a file can only tell me so much. I would rather hear it from you, Miss Turner. So, tell me, what gets you off?" asked Tommy in a low voice as he leaned over the table. Thankfully, the two were at a back corner table with no other patrons around.

Taking another sip of her wine, Rose leaned in as well. "I like being dominated. From your file, you like being the dominant one. I like being tied up, gagged, and made to cum over and over again until I can't take it anymore. Orgasm denial, I like that as well—humiliation or degradation, whatever you want to call it. I don't care for that at all. It has never turned me on."

"What about pain? What is your pain threshold?" Tommy questioned.

"Pretty high."

"So, nipple clamps, whips, floggers…none of that bothers you?"

Rose shook her head 'no' and asked Tommy what kinds of punishment he prefers.

"Spankings with my bare hands and edging. Punishments only occur if I deem you being bratty or don't follow my rules."

Rose nodded, indicating she understood. "Pretty standard forms of punishment for a dominant."

The waiter stopped by again, asking if they wanted another drink or order some food. "I'm okay, thank you," said Rose.

"I liked to order champagne for our room, please," Tommy requested and told the waiter his room number. Rose was not surprised that he was in one of the hotel's suites. On different occasions, she had been to The Savoy Hotel, mostly with her other clients for leisurely visits now and then when they called for her services.

Taking another sip of her drink, Rose started to feel unsure to ask Tommy next. "Is there anything particular that you like or don't like?"

Gulping down his whiskey once again, Tommy stood up from his seat and helped you out of yours.

"Let's head up, and I can show you what I like. You can take your drink with you," mentioned Tommy buttoning up his suit jacket.

Rose gulped down her wine and grabbed her purse. "No need. I'm ready," she said and looped her arm around his. Tommy kept his strides short throughout the walk to the elevator. Rose noticed how the other hotel patrons all seemed to fawn over the man she was with while the employees moved out of his way. Rose found it amusing when in the elevator the people who were already in quickly left, leaving them alone on the ride up to his suit.

"People go out of their way to accommodate you, don't they, Mr. Shelby. Must be nice to have all that power over others," Rose stated admiringly.

Tommy smirked and looked at Rose, "When you come from nothing, you work extra hard to achieve everything, even peoples' fear of you. What about you? Must you find it exhilarating to have powerful men at your fingertips? I would not be shocked that once your clients and I told Tatiana that I have an idea of who they are, well, they are not going to be happy about losing you to me. I have a lot of enemies, Miss Turner, but rest assure that while you are in my company, you will be safe and protected."

The elevator dinged indicated they made it to their destination. Leading the way once again, Tommy steered them down the hall and stopped at the door of his suite. Once he got Rose inside, he took off his suit jacket and opened the doors to the balcony where he could finally get his nicotine fix. He offered one to Rose, but she declined. Tommy watched as Rose looked around the suite. He took this time to look at the woman before him; she would not be deemed the model-type with her 5'7 stature, nor was she skin and bones. Dark brown hair ran past her shoulders, and her skin had a lovely complexion. Tommy took one last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the balcony.

He slowly walked up behind Rose and wrapped his strong arms around, inhaling her scent; he began to grind himself against her backside. Rose promptly reciprocated and matched his rhythm. Trailing kisses down Rose's neck, Tommy moved his hands to squeeze her breasts. He quickly turned her around and began kissing her on the mouth. His dominant side was finally allowed to be released.

When Rose pulled away, it took Tommy by surprise. When he began to pull Rose back towards him, she put her hands on his chest. "I need to freshen up first, is that okay?"

Letting out a sigh, Tommy motioned her towards the bathroom. "I won't be long; I promise," assured Rose. Once in the bathroom, she began to take off her heels and dress. She hung her dress on the door hook, placed her heels to the side, and then looked herself over in the mirror. Smoothing out her hair, Rose dug in her clutch to quickly check her phone. No messages from her son. Now, Rose would be able to focus on the task at hand entirely.

Rose exited the bathroom to see Tommy waiting for her on the couch, no longer wearing his tie and vest, shirt partly unbuttoned. She walked towards him, where he indicated he wanted Rose on her knees. Spreading his legs, Rose kneeled and began unzipping his pants, reaching for his hardened member and gave it a few strokes. She looked up to see Tommy stretch and lay his head back against the couch, indicated he was comfortable and was ready for Rose to begin. Rose licked her lips and opened her mouth to take him in as much as far as possible. Rose did not stop until she felt him at the back of her throat.

Rose pulled away for a second to lick off the precum of Tommy's dick before proceeding to lick the entire length. She went back to sucking once Tommy put his hand in her hair. He bobbed her head back and forth at a fast pace. Tommy felt like he was about to explode his load in Rose's mouth he backed off. Rose took the time to catch her breath. She watched as Tommy took off his shirt and got up from the couch.

"Up," he ordered, and Rose followed obediently.

She never took her eyes off Tommy while he walked to the bedroom.

"Take this off," Tommy ordered, indicating he wanted her bra off.

Once again, Rose followed his orders. She tossed the bra to the side, and Tommy walked closer to her. He reached for her breast and began to squeeze them, tugging on her nipples. When he started to pull her nipples extra hard, Rose let out a little squeak.

"Too hard?" Tommy asked and released his tight grip.

"No. I mean, it hurts, but it feels good too," Rose answered truthfully.

Tommy once again started pulling on her nipples as hard as he could without hurting Rose too much. He pressed his lips against hers. Rose quickly reciprocated the action and ran her hands through his hair. Backing Rose towards the bed, he lightly pushed her, where she softly plopped down. Tugging her underwear down, Tommy tossed them to the side and ran a finger up-and-down her folds.

"Wet, as I expected. Let me see how many fingers you can take, shall we," amused Tommy and slipped, not one, but two fingers inside Rose. He soon began pumping his fingers in and out.

He kept going while Rose emitted more moans from her mouth. She was panting and getting closer to needing release. But she knew a sweet release would not come easy. No, Tommy was going to have Rose work for it. She was about the beg to cum when Tommy pulled his fingers out of her cunt.

Tracing his thumb against her clit, Rose let out a squeal at the new feeling. Tommy smirked. That feeling of control, control over this woman's body, it's what made Tommy feel at ease. It allowed for his head to feel clear. Tommy did not have to worry about business deals or rival gangs; instead, his focus was all on the woman before him writhing in pleasure.

Inserting his fingers back in her cunt, Tommy added a third finger this time. Rose sat up on her elbows to watch Tommy. She saw the looked of deep concentration on his face. When he reached that spot, Rose jerked up, and Tommy used his free hand to push her back down on the bed.

"I'm going to cum. I need to cum," Rose panted out, but Tommy kept going.

"Not yet," he merely said. "You do not cum until I say you can, understood." It was an order, not a question.

"Yes…yes sir," Rose managed to say. She did not know how long she would last.

"Cum!" Tommy commanded and Rose more than happily followed it.

Pure bliss is all Rose felt until Tommy pried her mouth open with the fingers that were in her.

"Lick them clean for me, love. Taste yourself."

When she licked his fingers clean, Tommy took off his pants and underwear. He crawled on top of Rose and began kissing her stomach, each breast, her neck, and finally lips.

"You're not tired out yet, are you love?" he asked her.

When Rose shook her head no, Tommy leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Good. It is going to be a long night for you."

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craziigamerchick · 4 years

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My Prediction: Grace is Alive

Unpopular opinion here I know. I know SK said she was dead and she may very well be but till I see REAL ghost Grace, her funeral, or a flashback to her dead body then nope I won’t believe it.

I didn’t actually believe she was alive till after the 5th season. But down below I’ll list the signs I’ve seen throughout the show that I think point to her not really being dead.

Grace is all over season 5 but the signs I’ve seen that point to her not being dead are in episode 4 and 5.

For starters the swans represent Grace this season as told in an article from Den of Geek. Which is a big theme for episode 4.

So episode 4 is called The Loop and there are quite of bit of things that are repeating in this episode from previous seasons. Actually I’d say this whole season feels like a loop. But anyways for the Grace clues...

We have only 2 scenes this season in the Garrison snug which are both in this episode back to back. This is also where the swans are present. So we are to be thinking of Grace during these scenes.

The first scene is with Mrs.Conners, she is there because her 3 songbirds (goldfinch’s) were killed by her husband. Now I believe the songbird represents Grace along with the swan. As she’s already been linked to the blackbird in s3 and s4 which is also a songbird. Plus one definition of songbird is: a female singer, which she is. When Mrs.Conner says “their singing was the only pretty thing in my life” it focuses on Tommy and the swans to the side of him. I’m sure he thinks the same of Grace and her singing.

Now I also think songbirds represent the Shelby’s in general or at least Goldfinch’s do. Mosley talks of Tommy being a songbird and his singing beautifully in the house and in that same scene he calls Ada a finch. Then when Tommy tells Mrs.Conner Arthur will go get her 3 new Goldfinch’s she says she’ll name them Tommy, Arthur, and Finn. So that’s all 4 siblings being linked to a finch.

Mrs.Conner leaves and here comes Brilliant Chang. Now don’t forget this happens in the room with the swans that represent Grace.

Shows Chang sitting down right where the swan is unlike Mrs.Conners. We really didn’t see the swan behind her because it wasn’t important. But I believe we saw Chang sit right where the swan was because we are to link him specifically to Grace. Just check out this dialogue:

Chang: My name is Brilliant Chang

Arthur: Brilliant Chang is dead

Chang: Perhaps. Sometimes, I wonder... Is this heaven? Doesn’t smell like heaven. So I would say I have survived.

Now that might not seem like a big deal but the real Brilliant Chang got deported in 1924 and was never thought to be dead (the year here is 1929). So they essentially just made this scenario up for the show and they decide to do it in the room that has Grace motif’s all over it. Yeah...

After Arthur thinks Finn has been shot by Chang’s accomplice he pulls a gun on him. Watch Chang stare down Arthur, it’s exactly like Grace’s with Kimber and IRA man she shot.

After this Chang puts the “purest” opium on the table. Pure truth he calls it. Which the opium also represents Grace, as you know that’s what Tommy drinks to hallucinate her and quite literally later as she takes the opium’s place on the barge in Tommy’s hallucination.

When Chang gives the Opium to Tommy as a gift, Tommy’s line is “I’ll throw it in the canal” which is just like his line to Grace in 1.06 “One day we’ll throw this gun in the canal”.

So now we have 4 things that represent Grace. The songbird, Swans, Chang, and Opium. Those will be important later.

The Next big scene we have is when Tommy hallucinates Grace in his office after Mosley leaves and she’s blaming him for her death. He can’t even look at her in this scene. It goes straight from this scene to him standing on bridge looking down, He see’s the January with Grace half covered in the coals (she’s in the spot the opium would be).

He runs to Ada to tell her about his vision (hallucination) of Grace even though it��s 2 AM. He tells Ada “Grace was there. But she was still alive. The name of the barge was the January”. Now this sticks out to me because he says she was still alive. It made no sense to me while this is the hallucination he says this about. He’s been talking to her and seeing her in other places but doesn’t say anything like that. He knows she’s not real so what gives. Then I read in the article above they originally had a swan that swimming in front of the barge but decided to cut it. So this scene was supposed to be the one you linked the swan imagery to Grace but since they cut it most people won’t know that the swan represents her through this series.

So here we have a swan in front of the barge that has Grace on it in place of the opium which Chang called “pure truth” and Tommy saying she was alive. Also, she’s not on just any barge but the January which is the boat Tommy had his healing journey on in s2. Hmm...He even says at one point to Ada “there is a part me that is unfamiliar to myself and I keep finding myself there and only the January can get me away”...Is that the shows way of saying that Grace being alive would help heal him like the January did in s2?

Now I agree with Ada that the black barge signals guilt for him too especially with Grace inside it. Even though he won’t admit it to anyone, we all know he feels guilty about her death.

Now about the Swan Lake Ballet. Polly tells Michael that Tommy want to impress someone which is Mosley this time but who is the other person he was constantly trying to impress. It’s the shows way of reminding you of her without saying her name.

When we get to the Lizzie’s party the first scene is with Michael and Gina Grey (Tommy and Grace lite lol). Tommy and Grace’s Secret Portrait are featured in most of this scene. They even focus on it at the end of their scene. Maybe the horse was named Grace’s Secret because her secret is she’s alive. The paintings are supposed to have a storyline of their own but we’ve never actually seen it. That portrait is the portrait we’ve seen every season (or a version of it) so it’s important. SK already had the series mapped out by s2 just hadn’t written it yet so it wouldn’t surprise me.

Now another thing that caught my attention, when Gina is telling Michael he’ll be replacing Tommy and he asks where Tommy will be she replies “where he wants to go to most”. We all think of that as death but let’s be honest, it’s with Grace. That’s what tips him over the edge every time to actually try to commit suicide (to be with her). So if she’s dead that’s where but if she’s not then it’s wherever she is.

On to another scene, in the scene between Mosley and Tommy having a brandy before the play we see pictures on the table with the liquor. There’s quite a few on there but Grace’s is the lightest one on the table and the one our eyes are drawn to. It’s a way to remind us of her again and look it’s her undercover picture.

Now we have the Swan Lake ballet. @korinthya has an exceptional analysis on this and what it means for the Peaky universe. So I’d go check it out if you’re interested.

We only see the swan dancing and not much of the story but as she’s dancing, Linda rolls up in her car and when she gets out she’s wearing a dress with songbirds on it!

She gets shot the exact same time as the Swan does. It looks like both Linda and the swan are dead (just Like Grace) but at the last second it makes a point to show the swan open her eyes. No need to do that unless it was important to the narrative because there is no other scene connected to that shot. Also, normally the swan dies by drowning not getting shot, so they changed that specifically to mirror Grace.

Once the next episode starts (ep5) we see that Linda has not died (the songbird lives). She was just shot in the arm, the same side as Grace (which is funny because Aberama and Finn were shot in the almost exact same spots this season and lived too). Now this scene could be a retelling of what sort of happened with Grace, not exact of course. Think about it, this whole season has been a loop of events. Working with the Chinese, the white flag truce, the bartender is a spy, there is a singer in the bar, Tommy shooting a horse, him doing his arm gesture in 5x01 like he did 3x01 with the no f’ fighting scene, ect. There’s so much more if you look.

So lets look at the key things from this scene with Linda and see what could have happened after Grace got shot.. Tommy is pulling Arthur away and telling him to go outside till it’s done (Linda getting the bullet out), which if you remember in 4x01 he told Polly to let the nurses and doctors do their job too. So it’s not out of the realm of impossibility that he let the doctors work on Grace and him not be in the room (she was still moving by the end of 3x02 so I don’t doubt she was alive when an ambulance got there). Tommy also says the bullet is still in there, it’s above the bone which could also be what happened to Grace. Don’t forget it looks like she got shot right on her collarbone not under it. This is part is important and can be a big clue as to how someone could pass her off as dead, Tommy sends Arthur out to get some Opium for Linda but Polly has some of her own and so Tommy gives it to Linda while Arthur is still out of the room. She passes out and then Arthur comes in the room and thinks she’s dead. He doesn’t even realize she’s alive until Tommy tells him that she’s ok and he gave her something to knock her out.

That could easily be what happened to Grace. Tommy might have let the doctors do their work, someone slipped her something (maybe section D, they did say they can get to anyone anywhere and they were there at the party) and when Tommy came back in it looked like she was dead. He might not have been able to handle looking at her like that and left. Remember in his hallucination in his office where she is holding the stone, bleeding and accusing him of her death he can’t look at her once. It might have been the same way in the hospital.

We also have another loop in this scene. Arthur is saying that Polly should have let him take the bullet (the original bullet was meant for Arthur but Polly stepped in and saved him) and it’s a repeat of the original bullet that Grace took was meant for Tommy. So the brothers were supposed to take a bullet but nope the wife ended up getting it. It doesn’t stop there during this scene either. We have another loop. Polly tells Arthur, Aberama wants him as his best man at their wedding just like Tommy wanted him as his best man at his wedding in 3x01.

Seriously just watch this season over and see how many loops there are. There is so many it’s unreal.

In the next scene with Linda and Arthur, she leaves him. which is essentially what Grace did with Tommy (voluntary or not it happened).

Then there is Ben Younger which is also some of a loop. He’s a British intelligence officer like Grace was. He’s having threats made to him by Section D because of Tommy (don’t forget they threatened Tommy’s family). He even brings up Section D’s history with Tommy. Tommy tells Ada “he pushed him to report on the Fascists” which is a loop of him telling the Gypsy lady “he pushed some people to far” (about the Italians). Saying he is guilty of both their death’s. He tells Ada that Section D or the intelligence branch had him killed (the loop here is that is who could have took Grace). Then some other things that connect younger to Grace also, Tommy said his death would go down as “an IRA assassination of a British Military Officer” which is what happened to Grace’s father. Then we see neither Grace’s or Ben’s dead bodies or funerals. Plenty of loops here. I do think Ben is dead though. The loop with Grace for him is the connections to section D and maybe the excuse to as how she died. I bet they didn’t say she was shot by an Italian in revenge. The ladies at the institute know of her death and aren’t afraid of Tommy so I bet they had a good cover.

Back to Chang, in his next scene we have talk of the police, Irish, and Opium. Which can be associated with Grace. He also talks about the Uncles being mad. That is the part that caught my attention. It was just a quick one liner that didn’t make much sense but remember the only family member we seen of Grace is her uncle and he was not happy about the marriage.

Arthur then says “F’ your uncles. And your aunts, your cousins, all of them Right?” which reminds me of Tatiana’s line in s3 “Brothers gave sisters, aunts gave uncles, fathers gave daughter and servants”. The deliveries were identical. So another loop.

Now I Think that’s most of the symbolism in S5.

Before I end this post I want to talk about SK saying Grace is dead. He’s probably not lying but it doesn’t have to mean dead like we think. Look at both Alfie in season 5 and Polly in s4, both say they died (when they had an attempt on their life) but are actually still alive. I mean even Aberama calls Polly a ghost in their kissing scene in s4. So I could see the same thing happening to Grace. She is dead like them but also still alive.

I mean isn’t that Tommy’s thing? He died in the war but he’s still here. Aren’t him and Grace the same but also mirrors? So who she was when she shot could very well be dead and a different Grace (maybe even different name if undercover) emerged and SK could still say she’s dead because hey guess what in context of the show she is, just like Polly, Alfie, Tommy, Danny Whizzbang(was), Chang, and Arthur (his fake out in s4).

If she does come back I don’t see it happening until maybe 11 years have passed. 11 seems to be the special number between Tommy and her. When Tommy has his soldiers minute in s1 the time on the watch is 11. Then before they sleep together in s2 Grace tells Tommy “it’s too late” and he says “Grace it’s 11:00″ and her replay is no “no I mean it’s too late”. So it’s not about time at all. I could see her coming back 11 years later and her telling Tommy it’s too late.

Now while I don’t think she is dead (final) after watching season 5 and going back through the seasons if I ever do see real ghostGrace I will hang up that theory. But the more I pay attention the more I see that something is amiss.

Ok, I’m done now. I may do a post about s3 and s4 and the signs there but this post is long enough as it is.

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liquid-reign · 3 years

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Together We Bleed

Thomas Shelby x Arabella Roslyn Asheton (OC)

Warnings: Mentions of rough sex, mentions of drugs, hallucinations

I again the stole the title from a song. It's a phrase from Ghost - WILDES

A/N:- I'm not a writer. I just write when a particular scenario wouldn't leave my mind so the writing might not be very smooth or what is expected. The scenarios just have to be written, and that is why this exists.

Word Count- 2.1k according to Microsoft Word

She had a hundred questions in her mind. A hundred things she wanted to tell Ada but she waited. Till she came back from the kitchen, bringing them tea.

"So, what brings you here, Roslyn?"

Roslyn hesitated for a while, not being able to think how to put it forward. She was not used to this, having other women to talk to.

"Did- does Tommy come here often? Has he recently?"

"Actually he doesn't now as much as he used to."

Roslyn waited for her to continue, but she didn't.

"Have you seen him, in recent days?"

"Yes. I went to parliament with him to meet Mosley.", she shifted in her seat leaning a bit forward, "What is it?"

"If he took you to meet Mosley, then I think you already know what's wrong."

Ada decided she'd tell her, though she had promised herself that she won't tell anybody but the woman sitting in front of her was her brother's wife, not an outsider. "After we met him, he talked about someone taking his throne or something. Wanted me to make some calls"

Roslyn knew something was wrong and the worry for Thomas scared her. She wanted to tell Ada everything.

She became present in the room when Ada reached forward, laid a soft hand on her knee.

Roslyn couldn't keep sitting anymore so she stood up, her tea going cold. She suddenly craved cigarettes but refrained due to Ada carrying a baby.

She crossed the room to stand by the window for some fresh air, she felt suffocated.

"He isn't alright, Ada. There's something terribly wrong.", she took in a deep sharp breathe. Deciding to tell her. "He's consuming laudanum like one consumes water on an everyday basis. I know he hallucinates. G-", she choked on her next word, hardly able to say it. So she cleared her throat once, and tried again, "I think it's Grace"

She noticed Ada freeze and go still for a moment.

"Hardly ever sleeps, Ada. He's sinking, I can see it.", her knees wanted to give up as she felt her body going numb. Kept herself standing by leaning against the wall beside the window. "I can't let him.”

"Well, I booked him an appointment with a doctor but he won't go"

Both of them knew that Thomas Shelby wasn't one to go to doctors.

Suddenly, Roslyn picked her things up and walked towards the door.

"You can stay", Ada started, "I know how he can be"

She didn't turn too look at her sister-in-law, though she was tempted to take up the offer.

"I want to be there for him, Ada. Goodnight", and she left.

Tommy wasn't home for the rest of the night. It was a norm now but she didn't want to accept it now. She knew Tommy wasn't alright and just wanted him home. So she went to her office and phoned his offices. No one picked up. She didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

Tommy didn't come home for another two nights. Roslyn had tried to meet him at his London apartment, but no one answered the door. She had called his office and Lizzie had answered, though, telling her that he was in a meeting.

She took her clue. Knew he didn't want to be reached just yet. So she had waited for those two nights.

He did come home on the third night.

Roslyn was working in her study after putting Charlie to sleep when he walked in through the door and stood on the other side of the desk, both hands on the table, "Where did you keep it?"

She didn't look up from her work, "Keep what?"

He stood straight now, hands in the pockets of his coat, where no one could see them shivering. From rage? From the lack of sleep? From the lack of laudanum?

"Arabella?"

No. She won't let him play the first name card here.

"Threw it all away.", looking up at her husband now, sitting back in the chair.

She could see how tired he was. The features on his face gave it all away though he kept it expressionless. How much he wanted his little bottles of dope. To be with Grace? For comfort? For what? His eyes, though, were filled with a certain type of rage. She had seen this before, this rage. It showed when he didn't get the things he badly wanted.

He was clearly irritated, slowly nodded and fled the room. Roslyn knew he'd leave the house again. So she ran behind him to catch him before he reaches the main door.

"Tommy!" she yelled, "Thomas!" walking as fast as she could. Running when he was almost at the door, catching him from his arm just in time.

He freed his arm with force but didn't move towards the door, just stood there.

"Don't leave", she softly said, and moved towards him with slow calculated steps, as if one moves to calm a scared horse. His face gave away expressions that were a mix of being angry and tired. He didn't move. She reached him and hugged him lightly first. Taking a risk. Experimenting. When he didn't move away, she held him tighter. Embracing him as wholly and as tight as she could. She ran a hand through his hair, "Don't leave, Tommy. You don't need it. Okay? You don't need it.", she whispered in his ear. He was so still, she felt chills run down her spine. Buried her face in the crook of his neck, on the verge of tears, she "It's alright. It'll be alright.", she parted to take a look at his face, "Let's go to bed?", one arm around his neck, one hand on his cheek.

He finally moved. Took her by the hand, held tight with a lot of force, and took her upstairs to their shared bedroom, in a hurry that surprised her. But relieved at the fact that he wasn't leaving yet.

He shoved her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. She almost stumbled by the force he did that, wrist starting to pain because of the strength it was held with.

Walking towards her, he let go of his coat and jacket. He wasn't wearing a cap today, it seemed. He crushed her lips with his. Hard, angry, forceful. A kiss that could leave bruises on both their lips. Like it was a war for him. His grip tight on her waist. He was using too much strength. Clearly agitated and in rage. She accepted the fact that whatever he did tonight would end up in bruises or cuts, but she decided she'd reply in less resistance. If this was how she could keep him away from consuming laudanum, then it was almost a negligible price to pay. She didn't want to be harsh with him tonight, she gave in.

His hands crushed her wherever they touched her.

The rage, the need reflected in how rough and urgent, but deep, his moves were. Paused and continued in his own accord. Depriving her of the freedom to let go again and again.

After riding out his high he loosened his grip on her gently, kissing her jaw and cheeks, nuzzling into her neck. He held on to her for sometime, kissing her now limp shoulders. He let her fall into the bed. Tommy crashed beside her.

She just lay there. In the position that the bed caught her in. Face away from Tommy, resting on her front. The tears had stopped but she felt weak. Her body felt liquid.

He stared at the ceiling for some time before the realisation, that his wife lay there as it is, dawned on him. Hated himself for being like that to her. Why had he? So his eyes shifted to her. Thankfully, she was beginning to move.

She lay there for a few minutes, not able to move as the bruises started making their presence evident. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up, to lay on her back. Now lying on her side, facing her husband who had just had with her the most rough consensual sex of her lifetime yet and found him staring at her.

His face was blank, but at least it didn't bear the anger and hurt it had sometime ago.

Tommy's right hand reached out to brush away the remainder of the tears from her cheek. A heavy air lingered between them, which none of them dared to break.

She moved closer to him and he welcomed her onto his arm. They lay there like that for sometime, before he spoke and woke her up from the almost slumber, "Why, Arabella?"

She hummed, shifted a little to look up at him, "Do you want to sleep?"

Before he could react, she sat up, her back resting against the back of the bed. "Come on", she whispered, patting her thighs.

He had protested the first time she had offered that to him some months ago. But, this time, he took the offer almost immediately.

One arm wrapped around her thighs, his breathing slowed into a relaxed rhythm. She ran a hand through his dark and soft hair and the other held his free hand. He clutched her hand tightly, entwining their fingers together.

The feeling of chilled, fresh cold air where his warmth had been, woke her up. A glimpse of him leaving the bedroom, dressed in his undershirt, pants and suspenders. She checked for the time. She had had an hour of sleep, then. It was almost dawn. Had Tommy slept at all?

She dreaded the thought of leaving him alone at this point so she left the room looking for him wearing only his overcoat, not wanting to waste time finding dresses. She didn't find him in the library. She wanted to search the entire house for him but it was a time waste right now. Everything was urgent, she didn't know why. He wouldn't be in the stables, she knew that. He didn't spend much time in there since Dangerous. So, she decided to look in her study, and in Charlie's room, which was on the way.

There he was. Sitting in her chair in her study, smoking.

The fire and lights weren't lit. The faint glow of the oncoming dawn lighting the room just enough to make out figures. The orange tip of his cigarette casting a heavenly glow on his face. His beauty never ceased to amaze her.

Tommy let her take the cigarette from his mouth and place herself on him. Her legs on either side of him. It was visible now, she just had his overcoat on. He couldn't bring himself to look at her face for reasons known to him.

He refused to look at her. She held his chin and guided his face upwards and kissed him before pressing her forehead to his.

"Did you sleep?", she whispered

His hands moved to hold her by the waist.

She parted to look at him, his eyes on her now. "Come back to bed, eh?" Tears were threatening to roll out of her eyes but she couldn't do that. Couldn't be weak. She hugged him, wrapping herself around him "Please", and kissed is neck.

Tommy hugged her back, tighter than she hoped he would. "I can't, Arabella"

"Tommy, look at me", she whispered.

He was staring at her like a lost puppy stares at someone who finds him.

"It's just in your head. The hallucinations. The suffering. Don't let it cloud anything."

She reached for his hands and held them together, "We can handle this, okay? I'm right here and we'll handle everything. Mosley, Billy Boys, Michael. Everything"

"You know"

Maybe if he'd be a bit specific, she thought.

"Know what?"

"She's so real"

Her mind and body froze.

"She's-", he hid his face in her chest, Wanted to melt in her warmth.

No words came out of her mouth. She was choking on her own words, knowing that everything she'll say will go in vain in that moment. So she held him. Running her fingers in his hair to calm him down.

It was absolute silence till she spoke again, as softly as she could, "Give up the opium. Please." He held her tighter. "Please, Tom"

She was almost sure that the little dampness she felt on her bare chest was her husband's tears. It broke her heart but she stayed there to let him cry. At least he showed some emotion and leaving him alone was not what she was going to do.

"It keeps me warm"

Silence

"Let me keep you warm", she whispered in his ear, kissing the spot just behind it.

Surprisingly, his grip on her loosened and he looked directly at her now. Present in the moment.

She pressed her forehead to his, cradling his face in her hands, "I'll keep you warm, Tom. I will. I promise" a tear finally escaped her eyes. It broke her seeing the man she loved in this condition.

"Just come back to bed for now. Please" merely a whisper.

Roslyn stood back up and extended a hand towards him, which he took after some hesitation.

I have no idea how to end this. I'll write one if it ever strikes my mind.

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #arabella roslyn asheton #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby #tommy shelby obe #thomas shelby obe

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Blue Eyes Part 34

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 34: Alfie wonders about what happened after he was shot and Ella worries she’s losing touch with their relationship

“Do you remember what I said after I were shot?”

Ella frowned. It wasn’t the question she was expecting as she walked into their bedroom. She’d just gotten the twins to bed after they’d played with their toys a bit. She didn’t like to think about that day. Didn’t like to think about the call from Ollie that nearly made her heart stop. Instead, she liked to think about how far he’d come in his recovery. That was the best to think about, not about the agonizing pain he was in when the medication wore off.

But she wasn’t going to ignore his question. “You said a lot of things.”

“What did I say though? Do you remember?” Alfie patted the bed next to him, inviting her to sit.

His wife sighed and instead went to get changed for bed. Cyril nosed open the door and plodded inside. He was gentle with the twins but Anthea was the guard dog. From the moment they were brought home, she appointed herself their protector. She slept in the middle of the room between the two cots. Every time Alfie or Ella went to open the door to tend after the twins, she let out a low growl until she realized who it was.

“I don’t know, Alfie, it was a difficult time.” Ella put on a nightgown and went to brush her hair at her vanity.

“No, I know. I just…Tommy were talking ‘bout-” Alfie paused. He wasn’t sure whether bringing up the morphine was wise. “Don’t matter, I was just wondering if I said anything interesting or if it were just all nonsense.”

Ella looked at him in the mirror. She set her hairbrush down with a sigh and went to join him on the bed. “You spoke about me a lot.” She finally admitted.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What about?”

A faint smile formed on her face as she recalled sitting beside his hospital bed in Southampton. She’d keep a hand on his stomach or chest to feel every inhale and exhale he took. Hypervigilant, she wanted to make sure he was okay every second. When he stirred, she rubbed his shoulder comfortingly and murmured reassurances. Reminding him where he was and to not touch the bandages on his face. He barely responded to her in the beginning. Just mumbled incoherently and drifted back off. But the more he healed, the longer he stayed conscious and the more he said to her.

“You talked to me like I was someone else.” She reached for his hand. “You were telling me about your wife. And you-” Tears began to form in her eyes. “You told me how in love you were. Told me about our wedding day and how beautiful you thought I was.

Alfie chuckled. “That sounds ‘bout right. Can’t imagine what else I would talk about.”

“Well, you mentioned Cyril more than a few times.” She giggled and wiped her tears.

“Yeah, that makes sense too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Can’t really remember much from that time. Guess I should be grateful for that.”

Ella hummed in agreement and leaned into his side. “What matters now is we’re together and we’re going to be okay.”

Tommy’s warning crept up on Alfie like a large insect crawling up his back. He wanted to agree with her, tell her everything was going to be okay. But it was rare that he could get anything past his wife. If Alfie started working with Tommy, guaranteed she would find out before they even shook hands on the deal.

“Tommy mentioned something else.” He cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around her for support.

“When you were talking earlier?”

“Mhm, he said we need to be careful.” He began but Ella cut him off.

“There’s a black cat in my family, of course, we need to be careful.”

Alfie was a bit surprised. If she was aware of the rampant betrayals then it was inconsistent with her positive outlook on their future. “Aren’t you concerned or…”

“Black cats can’t hide for long,” Ella replied. “Their true colors come out no matter how hard they try to hide. We just need to be tactful and bide our time.”

The way his wife was talking sounded more and more like she was also a part of Tommy’s plan. “Hang on now, what’s all this talk about ‘we’?”

“I told you a long time ago that I’d always be a part of my family. There’s no getting around it or avoiding it.” She clasped her hand over his. “But I’m a part of my family on my own terms because you and the twins come first. That’s not going to change. But I think to keep everyone safe, I need to work towards it with Tommy. I’m done hiding in the shadows, Alfie. If someone wants to threaten my family, they’ll have to go through me.”

Alfie jaw tensed up in fear. “El they…Mosley knows that you’re not in America. He knows you’re still here.”

She nodded, her face steady and unchanging even at the information. “I figured he’d find out sooner or later.”

“And that doesn’t fucking scare you?”

“Does it scare you?”

He threw his hands up in disbelief. “Of course, it fucking does!” With a long, drawn-out groan, he rubbed his eyes. “Me worst fucking fear is losing you, El, you must know that by now.”

“But it…but it’s not going to happen like that.” But her brother’s words the previous day were haunting her.

Shelbys don’t die of old age. We get killed or we kill ourselves.

It was a faceless demon that Ella hadn’t been able to face. She wanted so desperately to grow old with Alfie. Keep the home in Margate. Raise the twins. Maybe travel, see the world once the children were old enough. Or maybe when the children had lives of their own and left the house. But there was always something in the way. Some grim reality.

Suddenly clutched with panic, she fearfully grabbed Alfie’s face so he would look at her. “Things will be okay, they have to be.”

He rested his hands over hers. “You want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?” His blue eyes were firm on hers.

She chewed on her lip as she seriously considered his question. “I want you to lie to me.” She finally whispered.

Alfie let out a sigh and removed her hands from his face. He kissed her forehead and stood up from the bed.

“Alfie?” She called after him but he didn’t pause. Instead, he left the room, shutting the door behind him. He wouldn’t lie to her.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was early the next morning when Ella saw her brother off. Tommy knew he’d overstayed his welcome, even if Ella told him he could linger a bit longer. Still, she had mentioned how worried Lizzie sounded over the phone and how Charlie and Ruby asked after him constantly.

So, he knew it was time to face reality. After packing his things in the backseat of his car, he hugged his sister.

“Stay in touch.” He said as they embraced. It wasn’t a friendly reminder; it was a necessity. Should anything come up regarding Mosley, Tommy needed to know.

“I will.”

Tommy stepped back and nodded to his brother-in-law. “Alfie, take care of her.”

“Yeah, always, mate, always.” Alfie could bury the hatchet with Tommy. The mental break and symptoms could be excused. But he was damn glad the Shelby was leaving. He only hoped that Tommy would take his trouble with him and not leave any residue. That remained to be seen. Until any indication, they left it on neutral grounds.

“I’m going to go feed Sofia and Ezra,” Ella said as Tommy’s car turned out of the drive. She patted Anthea on the head on her way inside.

“Think I’ll take the dogs for a walk, then,” Alfie replied.

His wife paused in the doorway to look back at him. “Well, did you want to wait for me? We can take the twins along in the pram?”

“Thought I’d go down to the beach, actually. Just need to clear me head.”

She nodded. “I take it you want to be alone then?”

“I’d like to go into town with you and the little ‘uns later. Spend some time together then.” He tried to make up for the slight snub.

“It’s okay, Alfie, you can go by yourself. I don’t mind. Maybe I need to clear my head too.” She glanced at him one more time before shooing Anthea out of the house and closing the door.

Alfie scratched his beard and cleared his throat. “C’mon.” He patted his thigh to prompt Anthea and Cyril to follow him down the bluff.

~~~~~~~

That night the couple busied themselves with getting the twins to bed. Both were almost a bit relieved that Ezra was fussing so much. It gave them an excuse to not address their earlier conversation.

It wasn’t so much an argument as just a misunderstanding. Or perhaps there was just no answer to their situation. And neither of them really liked having no answer.

“Go onto bed, Alfie, I’ll take care of him,” Ella said as she rocked Ezra in her arms. The toddler wailed and kept an iron grip on his mother’s hair, willing her to stay the night. Luckily, Sofia didn’t seem to mind much and was already fast asleep.

Alfie hesitated but nodded. It wouldn’t do much good if they were both in there. “Alright.” He lingered at the door for a moment before heading to their bedroom with Cyril at his heels.

Ella finally got Ezra settled and had him sleeping in his cot. By that time, Alfie was asleep on his side, facing away from the door. She noted that he must’ve been exhausted if he managed to fall asleep amid all the crying from down the hall.

As quietly as she could, she got dressed for bed and slipped under the covers. She moved closer to her husband, draping an arm over his waist and pressing her cheek to his shoulder. She stayed there for a moment, listening to his steady breathing mixed with Cyril’s snores from the foot of the bed.

Despite the lulling sounds that had become so familiar to her, she couldn’t nod off. Instead, she gently brushed back Alfie’s hair, trying to smooth down all the little pieces that stood up in all different directions. As she grazed her fingers down his temple, she noticed his skin felt rough to the touch. Ella frowned and propped herself up a bit to see better. There appeared to be a slight discoloration but it was hard to tell in the dark.

Concerned, she got up and turned on the lamp to see better. The light disturbed Alfie and he grumbled in protest. “El? What’re you doin’, love?”

“What’s this on your face?” Ella examined the angry abrasion on his skin. It flaked a bit but it looked so much more painful than any rash she’d seen before.

Alfie felt her fingertips graze the mark on his temple. He’d known about it for some time. Considered it more of an irritant if anything. He wasn’t one to visit the doctor very often, if he wasn’t too busy then he just didn’t want to go. It wasn’t that he was afraid of needles, he would just rather not bother with them if he didn’t have to.

However, the only reason his wife hadn’t noticed it was because his hair had covered it for the most part. So that was that.

“Just a rash or somethin’.” He mumbled and tried to close his eyes again, hoping she would be satisfied with the answer.

“You sure?”

He simply grunted in response.

“Have you tried to put something on it?” She sat back on the bed, puzzled by the new discovery. Even more, so that he hadn’t told her about it.

“Like what?’

“Well, I dunno. Guess you should see a doctor, they’d give you something.” She shrugged and tried to manage her thoughts about it. Part of her was so ready to explode at any little thing. Almost as if she’d been trained to react so violently towards inconveniences or threats. The other part of her just wanted to chalk it up to a skin condition. Nothing serious, something treatable.

“El, shut the light off,” Alfie grumbled.

She didn’t move. “How didn’t I notice this?” It was obvious that the mark hadn’t appeared overnight. It had been there for some time untreated.

“What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?” He asked, eyes still closed to keep the lamplight at bay.

“This! How didn’t I notice this? I-I mean do I even touch you anymore?”

Alfie sighed, apparently the conversation wouldn’t be over soon and the light would stay on. He sat up with a grunt and faced his wife. “Me hair was covering it, love. That’s why you didn’t see it.”

“So, you didn’t tell me on purpose.” Rather than angry, Ella looked distraught. “Look, I-I know things haven’t been easy. With everything going on an-and Tommy being around for so long. I know taking care of the twins has been a handful too but I-” She paused and looked at him. “I thought we were holding things together well enough.”

“Oh, El, c’mon. Ain’t no reason to be beating yourself up.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

She hugged him tightly. “I don’t want this to be our life, Alfie.” She whispered. “I don’t want to just be another Shelby that was killed. I can’t lose you or the children. I don’t want to live this way anymore.”

“We don’t have to.” He rubbed her back comfortingly. “Ain’t no one holding a gun to our heads and telling us what our lives hafta be. We’re the ones who decide that.”

She nodded, her cheek brushing up against his.

“What do you want our life to be?” He asked softly, his arms keeping her tight against him.

“I want to grow old with you.” She spoke shakily, almost as if confessing her dreams would jinx them. The Romani side of her didn’t take curses lightly. “I want the both of us to raise our children the proper way. As a loving family. To be there for the both of them every step of the way. I want to see them off living their own dreams, having families of their own. I want you to hold me every night and kiss me every morning.”

Alfie smiled as she described what was probably his paradise. “Consider it done then.” He kissed her hair. “Consider it done.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Alfie woke up with a nasty headache. The sun was too bright and Sofia was crying too loudly. His wife noticed almost immediately. Instead of going to comfort his daughter who was sitting on the floor throwing a tantrum, he winced and rubbed his forehead.

Ella grabbed Sofia to soothe her and watched Alfie stumble about the kitchen with a grimace. He muttered curses under his breath to himself, only stopping to pick up Ezra who had crawled into the kitchen.

“Hello, mate, all bubbly today, ain’t ya? Having quite a fucking fuss last night now you’re all smiles.” Alfie chuckled. “Funny lad.”

Ezra cooed and pulled on the collar of his father’s shirt.

Ella wandered back into the kitchen after Sofia settled into sniffles and whimpers. “Are you alright?” She asked.

“Me?” Alfie glanced up. “Yeah, ‘course, love. Tiptop shape.”

“You look a little flushed.” She observed.

“Feel fine.”

“Mhm.” She balanced Sofia on her hip and used the back of her hand to feel Alfie’s forehead. “You’re warm.”

“S’a bit stuffy in here, innit?” Alfie kissed Ezra’s cheek and set the infant back down on the floor. “Should open a window or something.” He walked past Ella to open the window above the sink.

“Alfie, it’s freezing! Shut it or the children will catch their death!” Ella gasped when she felt the sharp biting breeze flit in. “You’re warm because you’re sick.” She set Sofia down in her bassinette before heading for the phone. “I’m calling for a doctor.”

He groaned and closed the windows at her request. “Oh, El, if it’s a fucking cold then I’ll be fine. No fucking reason to call the doctor.” He protested.

“First your skin, then this,” Ella muttered and shook her head and dialed for an operator.

“Ella!” Alfie called down the hall but didn’t want to leave Ezra as he crawled around the kitchen floor. “Ella, I mean it, I ain’t seeing a fucking doctor!”

She ignored him, inquiring for the nearest doctor over the phone.

Alfie threw his head back in disbelief. “For fuck’s sake.”

Ezra grabbed Alfie’s pant leg and looked up at his father, showing off his gummy smile. It was tough being angry when his son was smiling so sweetly at him.

“Your mum is gonna do me head in.”

~~~~~~~~~

Ella wouldn’t be talked down so Alfie retreated to his office. A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door.

“Alfie, the doctor’s here.” His wife called.

He grumbled a bit but stood up and opened the office door. A man about the same age as Alfie stood with Ella.

“Mr. Solomons.” He smiled and reached out a hand. “Your wife says you’re feeling a bit under the weather. I’m Doctor George Lowery.”

Ella gave Alfie a subtly stern look to tell him to behave. It wouldn’t do them much good living in Margate if they were on the bad side of the town’s doctor.

So, Alfie swallowed his pride and shook the man’s hand. “Yeah, c’mon in. S’pose we can talk in here.” He allowed him into the office.

“Quite the lively house you’ve got here.” The man chuckled. “Two dogs and twins! You must be very proud to have them.”

“Yeah, yeah they’re good kids.” He was never one for small talk with good-natured strangers. He toed the line of being suspicious of their intentions and not wanting to come off as a complete twat just in case they were genuine.

Doctor Lowery set down his bag. “Now what’s been bothering you?”

Alfie had a hard time looking at the tall man. He opened up to very few people about personal things. And of course, there wasn’t anything more personal than medical concerns. “Well, figure I got a bit of a cold. But, Ella ‘n I were discussing bit of a rash I’ve got s’well.” He reluctantly moved his hair to the side to let the doctor see.

George stepped closer to examine the area. “I see.”

“Don’t tell me it’s fucking cancer,” Alfie spoke so faintly the words hardly came out.

“Pardon?”

He sighed. “Been hearing ‘bout men who came back from the War. They’ve gotten cancer ‘cause of all the shit in the air. Gases and whatnot.”

“Ah, I see your concern. You were in the war?” George asked.

Alfie nodded with a grimace.

“I was a doctor in the service. I was going to inquire because of your eye, but I see it’s far too new to be something from the war.”

“Unrelated.” He nodded. “Got more injuries out of the war than I did in it. But I ain’t gonna put up with cancer.”

“Well, I don’t want to give you false hope but I do think what you’re suffering from is psoriasis. It’s a chronic skin condition. There is no cure for it, but it isn’t fatal.”

Alfie wasn’t relieved by the fraction that the doctor’s guess could be wrong. “How would you know for sure?” He asked.

“I’d like for you to come by my office another time, whenever you feel better. We’ll do some testing to make sure.” George answered.

“Right…okay then.”

“As for your cold, I’ll leave you with some medicine. Should you get any worse, call me.”

“Mhm.”

“If you’d like, I could speak to your wife about what we talked about. Or if you wanted to tell her yourself.” The doctor could see the hesitation in Alfie’s eyes. “I could speak to her but if you’d like me to leave out certain things, I can do that as well.”

“Yeah,” He appeared a little grateful at the suggestion. “You can tell her whatever just don’t say anything ‘bout cancer. I don’t need her to worry ‘bout that right now. Not with the children ‘n everything else going on.”

“Of course.” Doctor Lowery retrieved his bag and stepped outside.

Ella was waiting impatiently outside. “So?”

“Well, your husband has got quite the scars, Mrs. Solomons, but he’s still holding up just fine.” George smiled good-naturedly. “I would diagnose him with a skin condition called psoriasis, that’s the plaque you can see on his temple there.”

Her brow furrowed. “Is it serious?”

“While it is lasting, there are no deeper side effects.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” She breathed out a sigh of relief. Obviously, because cancer hadn’t been brought into the discussion.

“He’s come down with a head cold so I’d suggest some bed rest. And as hard as it may be, try to limit time with the children so they don’t fall ill as well. If either of them appears to be getting sick though, it’s quite alright. Just give me a ring and I’ll come back.”

“Thank you so much,” Ella said gratefully and gave Alfie a smile which he returned half-heartedly. “I’ll show you out.” She escorted the man to the front door.

Alfie walked into the kitchen where Sofia was practicing crawling around and trying to stand up using a chair leg. She smiled at him and made grabby hands so he would pick her up.

“Sorry, little lady, doctor doesn’t want me getting you lot sick.” He apologized. “I’ll be better soon enough though.”

Ella came back in and began to steer her husband toward the bedroom. “Alright, bed rest.”

“Aw, El, I’m fine to be outta bed.” He protested.

She ignored him and simply began shucking him of his clothing. Slipping off his suspenders and undoing his trousers.

“Fuck, El, if I didn’t know any better you’d be trying to get me in bed right now.” He murmured and tried to kiss her.

“I am trying to get you in bed, but not in that way cheeky boy.” She undid the buttons of his shirt and shuffled him to bed. “You’re not kissing me until you get a clean bill of health. If we both get sick, I’d have to call in for a sitter. I’m sure Tommy would have no trouble coming back.” It was a partial lie. She was sure her brother wasn’t coming back now that he was actually facing his issues. And she wasn’t sure she wanted him around anyways. But it was a good tactic to get Alfie to lay down.

“Fucking hell, fine, fine!” He muttered and got under the covers.

“I’ll make soup.” Ella felt his forehead one more time before kissing it. “Probably’ll be done for lunch. I’ll bring you tea before then. Try to get some rest though, love.”

Alfie chuckled and sighed. Begrudgingly, he closed his eyes. “Yeah, alright.”

Ella pulled the quilt further up his chest and smoothed a hand over his cheek before leaving the room so he could sleep.

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boundinshallows · 4 years

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Peaky Rare Pair Bingo Mid-Fest Round-Up

We started the Peaky Blinders Rare Pair Bingo Challenge back in July and still have a few weeks left. However, I thought it would be a great time to do a mid-fest round-up to catch folks up on what’s been written so far.

Rare Pairs are tricky things. They’re rare because they don’t get a lot of fanworks produced about them. And in turn, sometimes the authors don’t get a lot of love on their fics because the audiences are limited. It becomes a vicious cycle, and in the end, fandom suffers because there's an overrepresentation of just a few pairings, but many amazing characters to love and explore.

I would like to invite you all to take a look at some truly incredible pieces of fic for some much undervalued pairings in Peaky Blinders. If you have a moment, please leave the authors a comment to keep fueling their creativity, even if it’s brief, especially if you like the ship. Kudos are wonderful too, but comments really help writers know there’s an audience out there looking for rare pair content.

Cheers!

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Chester Campbell / Tommy Shelby

Shameless by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Tommy has his usual meeting with Campbell in a café but decides to spice it a bit up.

Tatiana Petrovna / Alfie Solomons

Solnishko by Valkrist || [ E ] There was something lovely about all the movements, about kneading the dough, while listening to some radio shows, shaking one’s hand and laughing about the people and music the whole time. As stupid as it could be, Alfie didn’t like to be interrupted during this process. There was only one exception, only one person that could call him or come in without having to deal with his grumpiness.

Vivid by Strawberriez8800 || [ E ] In which Alfie dreams about getting fucked by Tatiana, and asks Tommy a question.

Dazzle Me Blind by Strawberriez8800 || [ T ] Tatiana glances back at Alfie over her shoulder. “Have you ever been fucked by a princess?” “Can’t say I have, no.” “Good,” she says, voice like molten gold. “I like to be the first at everything I do.”

Singular by Strawberriez8800 || [ E ] Alfie tugs on Tatiana's silver chain, pulls her down towards him. “Something you should know, princess,” he says, mouth brushing against the shell of her ear, “I’m not in the habit of sharing, am I now.” She grins a feral grin. “Not even with Tommy Shelby?”

Barney Thompson / Tommy Shelby

Play Pretend by Valkrist || [ T ] It shouldn’t feel this way, should it? He shouldn’t be that afraid, feel more comfortable. Enjoy all the moments, blossom and feel all this happiness, but he didn’t. Why was he sad? Why didn’t he experience the same things others were talking about?

Peaches, Roses, Sandalwood by Valkrist || [ E ] There was something fascinating about all the oils, vials and equipment standing on the table. Small glasses, various colors, paste, scrapers, everything one could imagine. Different scents filled the room - and in the middle of it all there was one filled, slightly violet flacon.

Always Landing on Their Feet by Valkrist || [ G ] Tommy had always been torn between doing business properly and giving Charlie enough love and attention. Never really knew how to do it well enough, how to make his childhood fulfilled enough, but he had thought that it was okay, that he did his best giving Charlie good education and lovely father-son evenings. Had even dared to think that his boy didn’t have any secrets and behaved nice when he had to go to London for some days. Well, this was until he got one particular fateful e-mail.

Indulge a Desire by Valkrist || [ E ] There were many things that helped Barney forget about all his duties for a while, but the low lighting was the best one, after all.

Been Reading Books of Old, the Legends and the Myths by Valkrist || [M] Remember the last time we wrote each other letters? I don’t, but well, maybe it’s a good idea. Kinda funny to send all this words, knowing that you won’t read them immediately. But I won’t write them too often, still gotta pay for my living, you know.

Tu as tué la peur qui là dans mes bras by Valkrist || [ T ] Tommy chuckled. It was always funny to listen to Barney, even if he couldn’t understand how the latter managed to stay that calm. It seemed as if Ollie made nothing but mistakes, but Barney was patient, so terribly patient. Repeated the words again and again, encouraged Ollie to go on and not to send it all to hell.

Thoughts of You Consume by Valkrist || [ E ] Barney had already known what was about to come at the races. Going there hadn’t really been his preferable option for the day, but there was no harm in doing it - just being on Tommy’s side, looking at the majestic horses and seeing the other man’s lips curling into a smile when everything went the way it should. Barney didn’t understand much of this sort of business, but it was alright as long as Tommy knew what he was doing.

May Carleton / Tommy Shelby

When You Walk in Smelling Like Her Perfume by Valkrist || [ T ] May had never thought this necklace would mean so much to her one day. It hadn’t been much more than a lovely gesture back then, a little present, a joke. Something that looked lovely and united them. Even the telepathy coming with it didn’t seem intimate back then, being a lovely side effect. Oh, how easy it had been back then…

Between This Heartbeat and the Next by Strawberriez8800 || [ G ] Tommy is looking at her like he’s finally living their moments rather than stealing them. What a sight it makes.

Off the Beaten Path by Strawberriez8800 || [ G ] Thomas is waiting for someone; May is not so conceited as to assume it is her, yet when she takes the seat beside him and orders herself a drink, with the way he looks at her, it would be asinine to conclude the case is anything else.

The One Who Got Away by Boundinshallows || [ M ] Tommy and May go on an overnight trip to purchase a horse.

James / Tommy Shelby

This was Nothing by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Tommy is frustrated after another meeting with Alfie and he needs an outlet. Luckily it finds him first.

Salt and Mint by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Tommy was forced to remain for dinner at Ada's, in fear of James revealing their little secret, and makes a deal with the boy for his good behavior... things escalate very quickly.

Like Thunder, Like Lightning by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Tommy feels torn after his hasty departure from Ada's, and a surprising phone call might, or might not help him move forward...

R U Mine? by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Tommy goes back to James, but it also comes with more consequences than he imagined... (Direct sequel to Like Thunder, Like Lightning!)

Jessie Eden / Ada Shelby

Dress by Keine_angst || [ G ] Now that she's made peace with her feelings towards Jessie Eden, there was only one obstacle left. The dress.

Hungry for (Your) Love by Keine_angst || [ G ] “Tommy, sweetheart, how can you expect me to agree to do something for you if you don’t explain what do you need from me?” she pointed out the obvious, because really, it wouldn’t be safe to just say yes and take the pot luck, not when Thomas Shelby was in charge. Ada agrees to help her brother out, but things get out of hand.

Billy Grade / Finn Shelby

Beyond Redemption (Just a Pawn) by Valkrist || [ M ] Finn was angry, fucking angry. Should’ve probably known that it all would come this way. Done something against it. Then again, what could he have done? Tommy hadn’t told him that much, trying to keep him away from this bad kind of business. Football bets were alright, but nothing more. Didn’t need to ship cocaine or opium or whatever this was about. Bets like in the good old times, having Billy to write everything down.

Gina Gray / Oswald Mosley

White Swan by Valkrist || [ M ] It was funny how they all hadn’t noticed it at all, Mosley thought. Such blind people. Didn’t see it, maybe simply didn’t want to, who was to say that. He hadn’t been truly interested in joining this dance - an evening with a bunch of fucking Gypsies wasn’t exactly his idea of a well spent time - but apparently there were some good things about occasions of that kind. Well, as long as he ignored the opium, cocaine and brandy. Really didn’t seem to know the rules, this silly people.

Lizzie Stark / Tommy Shelby

Again by Emjen_Enla || [ T ] Tommy rolled over. Again. Or Tommy and Lizzie mostly fail at this sharing a bed thing.

Bonnie Gold / Goliath

Raise the Boxing Gloves by Valkrist || [ M ] Poor boy didn’t know what dreamless nights were anymore. Always had something to think about, adventures happening, a combination of all the things he had experienced. Sometimes bad, sometimes good, sometimes it was simply unclear. But Goliath could beat it all out of him if he wasn’t careful enough. Made him forget with ease, his senses focussing on some little, often rather unimportant details. An impressive and talented young man.

Ollie / Alfie Solomons

Our Bones May Turn to Stone but Hearts like Ours Don’t Rust by Valkrist || [ T ] The dunes, the water, the sand, it was all calming. Ollie simply couldn’t get used to it after having spend so much time in London, knowing all the dirt of Camden. Muddy shoes, blood, he had seen it all, even though it was way better than Birmingham, if Alfie was to be believed.

Luca Changretta / Tommy Shelby

Now and Forever by AbusiveLittleBun || [ E ] Luca is enchanted with the beautiful blue-eyed boy that attends the school he helps his mother at, little does he know Tommy Shelby feels the same way towards him...

Boysenberry Tie, with Periwinkle Eyes by WTSL_Writer_of_Things || [ G ] The bow was strange and new, the colour hard to come by and find. It wasn't often people managed to dye a bow that colour, so he snatched it up and bright it home to his blue eyes doll. Years go by and he finds that colour again, this time as a tie, and he gets the tie for his new Periwinkle eyed lover, who he practically drops to the floor for. So he gets a boysenberry tie, for the Periwinkle eyes of his strange lover.

Oswald Mosley / Tommy Shelby

Coat Wrapped Around His Shoulders by Valkrist || [ M ] It was a miracle, a fucking miracle.Tommy still didn’t know how Barney had stayed alive, but he had. Could have shot Mosley marvelously if it weren’t for this horrible interruption. A life for a life, except both people had stayed alive this time. And this was the other side of the coin. Mosley was still alive. A wonderful plan, all for nothing. So much effort put into it, all for nothing. But at least they hadn’t caught them, so Tommy could still keep his cover. Could enter the hospital without people suspecting him, ready to figure it all out.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #ada thorne #lizzie stark #jessie eden #tatiana petrovna #may carleton #oswald mosley #gina gray #finn shelby #barney thompson #chester campbell #luca changretta #long post

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Lizzie and Tommy: Ruby's death pt. 2

I'm not going to get into Lizzie's reaction to Ruby's illness and death much here, because it's pretty straightfoward and much easier to grasp if you watch the episodes. It isn't to disrespect her or to say she's less interesting -- just that I think even a casual viewer would come away understanding it.

First, I'll talk about Tommy's reaction, and then I'll talk about how Lizzie reacted to Tommy.

To understand Tommy you have to back up a bit for the full context and really keep it in mind.

First, we know a woman he loved deeply before he went to war died of TB, and that he spent 3 months sitting at her bedside watching her die. This wasn't mentioned in s6, but I'd argue it's a vital piece of understanding why he reacts the way he does.

Second, the context of the end of season 5/the first scene of s6: Tommy had been severely mentally deteriorating for some time. After his attempt to kill Mosley is thwarted, he tries to kill himself, but Arthur had removed the bullet from his gun, and Lizzie herself is quite harsh when she finds him face down in the mud afterwards. She calls him a coward and a deserter (credit to @holyfoal-moved for that latter point, which I think is important). I know the Grace stans like to harp on that point, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Lizzie has her own reasons for reacting to him this way, but you can't pretend it wouldn't have had an impact on him. He stands up and immediately finds that the IRA have murdered Polly and blamed him for it.

That's... alot. From what we're told in s6, he stops drinking and taking opiates basically right at that moment. And I've written about this before too, but a sober Tommy isn't actually a Tommy who is in any way "better" or cured. Instead, everything he was self-medicating all those years becomes more obvious.

Which brings us directly to Ruby's illness.

Lizzie calls him while he's still in America to tell him Ruby had a fever and was speaking Romani. Tommy's reaction to this is incredibly triggered. This is the first sign that his sobriety has uncovered some pretty severe anxiety. He shouts at Lizzie about taking Ruby to Johnny Dogs and his wife for protection by a charm, he sounds fairly hysterical, and all of this is completely different from the suppressed, rational, controlled Tommy we're used to. There's a whole other essay in why what Lizzie tells him Ruby said potentially set him off, but it's out of the scope of this already long set of posts. The important point is that he immediately leaves America and sails for home, based on a fever and Ruby's words. He also talks aloud to Polly in that scene, after he hangs up, another sign of how he's changed. @holyfoal-moved has said that Tommy regresses, and I think that's incredibly insightful of the whole situation.

So Tommy gets on a boat and we find out later that during the journey he has [what he says is] his first seizure. The seizures are explicitly shown to be triggered by immense stress, and three of the seizures we know about were set off by stress over Ruby specifically.

When he gets home to Arrow House he immediately puts Ruby in a car and takes her to the clinic, despite the fact that Lizzie tells him she's fine now. And while he's waiting outside for the results of her examination, he vomits from stress.

All of this is just when they think Ruby has a flu, before TB is even in the picture. At this point, Lizzie is downplaying it all and sees Tommy as overreacting, and he can't seem to explain his reaction to her. He doesn't have the words. Even after Lizzie comes out and tells him Ruby was given a clean bill of health, he's visibly unrelieved. He also admits to Lizzie he hadn't slept on the voyage back to England, which took several days.

I'll continue in the next post, but I think this sets up the background of the situation with Ruby.

#peaky blinders #meta #Lizzie and Tommy

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citraxrowan · 4 years

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peaky blinders s6 theories/s5 ending discussion

okay so i recently did a full rewatch of peaky blinders because it is such a great show and i can’t wait for the next season even though we won’t get it for a while because of the pandemic. the season 5 cliffhanger ending still makes me go feral though, so i would like to go over some theories to revive the discussion and hear your thoughts on who betrayed tommy, etc.

first i'll briefly outline a few points i’m personally speculating on:

1. gina. i do not trust her!!! feel like she’s definitely an enemy

◦ i don’t think gina's pregnant. i believe she wanted to get close to the shelby/gray family for a greater purpose. with michael in america, she got her chance. gina doesn’t actually love michael, she’s using him.

notice how abruptly they got married? gina probably lied about being pregnant so as not to lose michael the key for infiltrating the peaky blinders

gina is insistent on going to the doctor’s appointment alone, not with ada. probably because there is no baby.

when polly puts her hand on gina’s stomach, gina retracts. polly has senses that tell her about pregnancies; for example, she can tell when ada is pregnant and correctly predicts that lizzie will have a baby girl. when talking about gina’s baby, polly says something like “i wish i felt that heartbeat today” so polly knows she’s not pregnant/is suspicious of gina

◦ gina knows mosley. they may be working together

gina corrects michael on mosley’s title/position before meeting him = they probably already know each other, possibly because they’re working together

gina and mosley share a glance during the ballet

the girl mosley is having intercourse with before the speech has hair that looks like gina’s, and the girl’s face is never shown. could this be gina? based on all this, i feel like it is

◦ gina is manipulating/controlling/using michael

she is always whispering in his ear, influencing him

for one, she holds out the papers of the proposed plan to restructure the company

i think gina is definitely an enemy, but i don’t think michael is truly on the same level as her. there are certainly tensions between him and the rest of the family, but i don’t think he is actually a traitor. gina is the puppet master and michael’s her victim. bringing me to my next point

2. michael— he is not the traitor.

◦ michael doesn’t want to kill any of his family members

remember when michael found out polly made a deal with luca? it’s true that he ended up not telling tommy, choosing his mom over his cousin, but he told polly, “no, we don’t do that to our own” (pretty sure that’s the exact line. feel free to correct me on anything that’s wrong, i’m going off the top of my head). michael doesn’t have any desires to kill his family. he is ambitious and would like to expand on the family business, but killing them wouldn’t really be beneficial and doesn’t seem like his style

◦ he’s a red herring. perhaps the writers are using him as a distraction

the family was suspicious of him when he first returned; he was already monitored for a period of time and tommy looked into things like his calls, meetings, etc., and he was cleared

so it may seem like he is an obvious option for being the traitor, but i think michael is no traitor, though gina the motherfucking manipulator is

◦ he’s being controlled by gina. i already went over this but just wanted to list it again here to provide as possible evidence to back this up

3. finn & billy grade (football/singer)

◦ i love little finn but he definitely shouldn’t have said anything, even if he didn’t give exact details

◦ now once finn tells him about the shooting, billy is seen reaching towards the money finn places down for him, but ends up picking up the phone instead. there are two possibilities here:

billy called someone and informed them of the planned shooting— i initially believed this and still do. billy's demeanor, especially when he reaches for the phone, seemed somewhat sus. however, i have heard about a second option...

billy calls a girl to have intercourse with as finn suggested— i can understand this point, but i just don’t know if he really wasn’t passing on information or was. on one hand, finn was vague but tommy was foiled pretty well. on the other hand, he still could have played a part in the betrayal, as there could have been numerous people involved and providing inside information, not only billy

next i want to quickly bring up some theories i’ve seen but personally idk if i completely believe in them:

◦ churchill is behind it

he didn’t want mosley to become a martyr for the fascist movement so he had barney killed before he could take the shot ?

he said cutting a weed down doesn’t always work (mosley is a weed, and tommy can’t simply kill him as a solution) ?

◦ johnny dogs is the traitor

he was in the room when tommy explained the plan in detail

aberama said only johnny knew where he was, so how did the billy boys find him ?

johnny was reluctant to go to scotland. was tommy losing his control over johnny ?

johnny was the only one not attacked. aberama was killed and arthur was targeted but survived, though johnny was spared

okay now i just want to go over these theories i’ve heard about but personally don’t believe and i’ll explain why:

• alfie is a traitor

alfie is jewish, mosley is a fascist. i don’t see why alfie would want to keep mosley alive, and i can’t see mosley wanting to team up with alfie

when alfie was listening to mosley’s speech on the radio, he said something like “whenever you’re ready tom” so it really seems like alfie was in full support of having mosley killed

alfie has betrayed tommy three times already. i think that’s enough

• michael is the traitor

already explained that he was 1) being controlled by gina, and 2) would not betray tommy this way. he may be ambitious, but he would not do this. i mean, why would he want aberama dead, arthur dead, and mosley spared? he loves his mom and polly had just gotten engaged to aberama, so ? what benefit would arthur’s death or mosley being kept alive bring? michael wants to expand the business in america, not become a fascist. i don’t think he’s responsible. his wife on the other hand...

finally i would just like to bring up some other topics for discussion:

1. camera effect— when tommy was explaining the plan in detail, there was a moment with a camera effect that made it look like there were doubles or lines i’m so bad at describing it but you know what i’m talking about right it was like someone was looking in or something like that. what was that about do you think?

i’ve heard people say it was michael and gina but personally i don’t think it was michael as i’ve already expressed how i don’t think he is the traitor, and gina- idk. seems like these more high class people hire others to do this stuff like spying. i’m not sure what to make of this...

2. who really had younger killed?

3. who is the man that tommy can’t beat?

is it tommy himself? will he commit suicide at some point? there have been several instances and some foreshadowing it seems. charlie even said it ran in the family. idk

4. plan b— gina brings up plan b after michael is shut down

gina orchestrated plan b. perhaps plan b is separating from the family to do the business in america, but gina may be hiding more

is gina a fascist? this could be a part of why she would be working with mosley. a friend mentioned seeing this theory: is gina italian american, possibly related to al capone— because he was name dropped, he may play a part later on ?

feel free to add on! agree or disagree, i’d love to continue the discussion and hear more to ponder over :)

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"KINDRED", 4 - Thomas Shelby x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, romance, violence, guns, drama, slight smut(“slight”?)

Word Count: 5k+

AN: When it’s a reader and Tommy scene, it’s Tommy POV.

❰ Previous Chapter

Tommy leaned backwards on his desk chair, a cigarette stuck in between his index and middle fingers. He was looking at the ceiling as if its colour brought to him answers to the multiple questions that had been clouding his mind lately.

Since the day he and Y/N kissed, he noticed she had been avoiding him. She didn’t even send him the weekly book she usually dropped at the office.

He didn’t understand her, and each time he tried to put back together the pieces to get a clear view of her character, the memories of the smell of her hair brought him somewhere else. And whenever he would dare to close his eyes too long, he would taste her lips again.

Even if she chose to stay away from him, he entered her world once and appreciated it so greatly it had printed into his spirits, like a hand in wet cement.

He allowed himself to shift his thoughts to Mosley from time to time, the d-day was approaching and with it, the time he’ll take the lead of the British fascist party.

(...)

The only way Lizzie found to see her husband these days was to come back in business as Tommy’s secretary. He told her she wouldn’t have to work when they got their daughter, Ruby, but he was rarely home, and when he was, his mind was elsewhere.

Even after promising to let her in sometimes, she struggled the most to read him, but despite all, she was deeply in love with him. She had to make the effort and reach for him.

He didn’t agree with her taking back her job at first and she knew exactly why, as being responsible for her having a baby, he had to take care of her, at least he felt like he did. He was undeniably a murderer, cut-throat gangster, but he had convictions and rules to stick to.

This morning began as normal as any other for the Shelby company limited, Lizzie was occupied with papers as Tommy locked himself in his office.

The door opened, Lizzie’s gaze instantly got up, searching for who might that be. When her gaze met the figure, her jaw dropped. ‘Not again’ she thought. This scene reminds her of the time May Carleton came in here only to entice her Tommy.

She knew he didn’t owe her anything, but he could’ve waited at least a day or two before calling another woman. Not even twenty-four hours earlier Tommy was fucking her in some alley in the cold, probably thinking about a woman he knew before France. But he said he was fucking her, Lizzie, and not his lost teenage lover, even if she knew better.

Tommy and his cock.

That May Carleton was walking so confidently in front of Lizzie, she probably thought she was the one to own Tommy’s cock. If only she knew. She glared at her so strongly that May avoided looking at her at all costs.

The woman that just passed the door didn’t look her way, too occupied walking straight to the doors of Tommy’s office with the arrogance of an army.

Lizzie’s eyes went from her seemingly very expensive shoes, up her green pants suit in which pockets she kept a hand, to her suit jacket that fell perfectly on her waist as the end of which was drawing the woman’s hips. Her leather belt marked, even more, her waist and its golden details matched the imposing blue pearls necklace along with the large same looking earrings.

As soon as the woman entered the room, the atmosphere switched, her figure called the eyes, not only due to her ostentatious jewellery collection but also by the woman’s charismatic aura. Even the clicking sound her heels made on the hard ground was full of power. Anyone could hear the confidence in each of her steps, which made Lizzie gasp.

As a moth attracted to light, Tommy got out of his office, a cigarette hanging on his lips. He pressed a shoulder on the door frame, his eyes fixed on the woman walking towards him.

He was indeed waiting for her.

His deep blue eyes weren’t examining the woman’s form in an enticed way, he was solely looking at her face, a thing that made Lizzie’s heart ached because she understood there might be more than sexual attraction between them.

Lizzie knew her husband. From the way he dawdled on the woman’s face to the little waving of his shoulders, she just knew.

The atmosphere again had changed, Lizzie was now oppressed by their two presences, the warm and powerful one of the stranger and the usual cold and disconcerting one of her husband, one completing the other.

As her heart didn’t want to admit it yet, a burning look was exchanged by the two pairs of eyes, and confirmed the obvious her brain already knew, Thomas had found his match, and it wasn’t her.

(...)

Tommy took off his shoulder from the door frame and stood straight as he humidified his lips. The librarian walked to him with her usual unreadable face and when she was close enough, she grabbed his cigarette off his fingers taking her time to make their skin touch as much as she could. Her eyes were still deeply in Tommy’s as millions of sparks animated the tips of his fingers.

The man coughed and turned to Lizzie, motioning his hand to the woman behind the desk, in an attempt to ignore the sparks. “Mrs Y/L/N, meet my wife, Lizzie. Lizzie, it’s Mrs Y/L/N, the librarian I work with at the House Of Commons.” He had sensed the intense look of his wife since Y/N came closer to him.

“Mrs Shelby! I am so honoured to meet you, I heard about your typewriting skills, writing eyes closed, eh? I could never.” Y/N gave a warm smile to Lizzie that squinted her eyes in anticipation. His wife didn’t believe in what the librarian just told and he was sure Y/N knew it too.

“Yeah? Well, I never heard of you.” Lizzie spitted.

“It’s because you don’t keep company with my people.” She had the audacity to take a puff on the cigarette she stole earlier from Tommy looking his wife straight in the eyes.

Even if Y/N’s voice was calm and solemn, it was clear it was an attack. The implication made Lizzie gritted her teeth as she got up and joined them. Tommy rubbed a hand on his own face knowing exactly what she was going to do.

She stood behind the librarian. “And what business do you have here in Birmingham if you work in London?”

“You’re husband,” Y/n responded, not even turning to her. She bypassed Tommy and opened the door’s office before disappearing behind them.

Lizzie followed her with her eyes before looking up at her husband. “The fuck is she doing here? Are you going to fuck her, Thomas?”

“No, Lizzie. Am not going to fuck her.” He responded exhaling deeply.

“Yeah, take me for an fucking idiot.” She walked to the desk to grab her hat & coat. “That’s all you’re good for anyway. You fucked all Birmingham and now London, huh?” She sneered before shaking her head walking to the exit.

“Lizzie.” He called, but the woman had already closed the door.

Tommy raised his brows and sighed before turning to the office where he marked a pause. It was another type of storm he had to face now. He finally opened the door and got in, only to find Y/N seated behind his desk, in his chair.

“Tommy Shelby, OBE, what a pleasure to meet your family.”

“It was quite a show you put out there.” He closed behind him.

When he turned back at the room, she was walking toward him, but she already was pretty near.

“So you fucked all Birmingham already, hum? Trying to expand your activities in London?” Y/N leaned on him, she was so close he could smell her breath and he wondered what was her fucking problem. She ignored him for days after they kissed and here she was again, pushing him to the edges. It was almost as if it was a game for her. And if it was, she was winning all the damn rounds.

“And you? What’s with the attitude?”

“What are you talking about.” She took a step back.

“You have been busy this week, eh?” Tommy walked to the counter and poured whiskey in two glasses.

“Well, the man you have your little brother watching, he talks.” She loosely let out. “The bookmaker Billy Grade, the one that conducts the football betting business” She paused looking at Tommy’s surprised expression. “He doesn’t like Arthur.”

“To who?” Was the simple question he needed an answer to.

“I made moves with Mosley so, yes, it had been a busy week, Thomas.”

At the revelation, Tommy’s eyes squinted. If there was one thing he learnt with Grace was to make sure his feelings weren’t a shackle to business.

“I’m not betraying you, no need for these wrinkles at the corner of your eyes. But you gotta know he’s offered me the South.” She went to the counter and took the glasses before sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk, one cup in her hand, the other she put on one of the numerous files covering the desk.

Tommy went sitting in his armchair. He lit a cigarette and held one to the woman that declined.

“Only like to take yours.” She gave as an explanation.

“How come he offered you the south?” He ignored her comment.

“North’s Mc Cavern’s, Middle’s yours, South’s vacant. But I have another plan for the South, and you might agree with me as well.” A rictus took place at the corner of her lips, as Tommy looked at her, curious. “Mr Solomons. I know he wrote you that he’s still alive.”

Tommy’s lids fluttered a couple times, he didn’t say anything. How could she know so much all the time? Was she listening to him or something? He for a second thought it might be her spying on him on the phone but this idea went away almost immediately.

She wasn’t Grace.

“He and I are great friends. Not as if he really has any, but do I?” She muttered utterly to herself.

Tommy coughed and leaned back on his chair, making himself comfortable.

“What’s with you, Tommy?” Asked the librarian, and he himself couldn’t put a finger on what was going on. It was always that way when she was around, but everything intensified when they leaned their breath as one and connected together.

His mind was so full of thoughts that had nothing to do with business that it was hard for him to concentrate. But for some reason, he just couldn’t push those thoughts aside.

He wanted her, he yearned for her to touch him the way she did that night, to intertwine their fingers together again and forget about Mosley for an instant, just one. Tommy humidified his lips again as raising his eyebrows, it was like his lips were always dry or incomplete. Her lips belonged on his. He raised his gaze to her in distress.

“You want to come to me house, Tommy? Again?” Her voice resonated in his head, her words taking him by surprise.

“Huh?”

“Have a drink or two, meet my cat...” She went on, looking intently at his soul hiding behind his icy blue iris.

He didn’t recognize her, but did he even know her? It seems not. Every time they meet, she puts another mask on. Somewhere in his soul, he believed it wasn’t a good idea, that thing they shared. But he knew he couldn’t turn away and break the partnership. Not now. Not only could she be hard to beat if they turned to enemies, but he also needed her, she was part of his business now. She was too precious an ally for him to withdraw from the deal.

As he didn’t respond, she drank from her cup, finishing its countenance in one go. “I’ll ask Arthur then...replace his Linda.” She added looking up to the ceiling innocently.

“The fuck did you say?” He hustled to spit as watching her without blinking.

Her gaze went back on Tommy, a playful gleam animating her pupils.

“What do you say?” She sent him back the ball. It was indeed a game for her, and he knew once again she would be the winner because he wouldn’t say no.

He tried to escape her game by coughing it away and smoked his cigarette. “How are you going to bring up Alfie Solomons with Mosley?” He went back on business, but the woman didn’t seem ready yet to give up.

She got up and grabbed the phone with one hand as the other was dialling a number. She sat at the corner of the desk, turning toward the Shelby brother and the phone. Tommy watched her movements closely, curious about how she was going to handle him dismissing her offer.

He couldn’t even hide the fact her stubbornness did something to him, even if he repressed any desire for her. It was as if they were the principal characters in the regency era drama he ended up devouring as it was the book Y/N was reading on their first meeting.

He was so deep in thought he didn’t hear the librarian asking the cable woman to put her in connection with the individual she intended to reach.

“Yeah, Arthur, it’s me. I wonder if you would wa--” Tommy had heard enough. He hung up the line and fixed the phone for what feels like centuries, slowly realizing what his reaction meant.

The Y/E/C eyes woman remained silent, a silence that felt heavy on Tommy’s conscience. He straightened back and leaned on the back of his chair, glancing at the ceiling.

He was done with those games. He couldn’t believe he dove into her crude farce head first, and now he had to face her because she had been staring at him the last minute.

“You’re a devil.” He let the words lazily slip between his lips.

“Call me Lilith.” She spiritedly exclaimed. Tommy’s eyes went to her face at that exact moment.

“So you’re jew, eh? That explains why you know Alfie, but contradicts the fact you and Mosley are close.” Tommy thought out loud. According to his memories, Lilith was a demon of the jew tradition, which led him to his conclusion.

The woman instantly smiled, seemingly very content about the Shelby head struggling to catch her.

“Fair enough.”

“You come to my house?”

“I was talking about the comparison.” He paused, looking at her blankly.

She sighed.

No doubt she was annoyed by Tommy’s behaviour, but she won way too much at their little game. It was about time Tommy won. It was unusual of him to be that shallow but it was their intimate space, so he didn’t care.

(...)

Gina couldn’t see anything when the abductors took her out of the car to lead her down some stairs into what she surmised to be a cellar, she already had a piece of cloth hiding her vision and one in her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

She was petrified and the fact the individuals didn’t say a word, neither during the ride nor once in the room didn’t help her. She could feel heavy drops of sweat rolling down her forehead as dried tears itched the corners of her eyes.

The place was colder than what she remembered a cellar to be. Flashes of her childhood coming back to her from time to time.

“THREE… TWO… ONE… ZERO. I’M COMING GINA!” Her cousin shouted from the kitchen where they last saw each other. The little girl used to come down in the cellar to hide when playing hide and seek with any member of her family, from her cousins to her father.

As her mother was severely ill, she couldn’t play with Gina, but her father always did. When not leading the believers to sing the praises of the Almighty at the local church, he was both a father and a mother to her.

Although her mother & herself loved each other more than anything, she soon stopped seeing her. When at first her father let Gina visit the room of her mother once a day, it decreased from once a week, to once a month to simply never.

Despite the child doggedly asking for her mother, he remained unyielding and managed to keep his daughter away from her mother for her own sake.

It was only when growing older and after the death of her mother that Gina understood her father’s demeanour. He was desperate not to let his daughter watch her mother die.

This time, the cellar didn’t feel familiar and it’s not a joyful feeling that resides in her. Her body reacting to the cold, she was shivering as goosebumps appeared at the same time as she heard footsteps coming her way. Her blood boiling like hot water, she struggled to breathe.

“Call her father.” Gina heard a female voice she had never heard before. She listened to footsteps receding before a whimper escaped her throat.

“Well, you heard the woman, let her talk.” The voice ordered. And just like that, her mouth got freed. “Go on.” The female voice seemed to address her directly.

“What do you want with my father?” She managed to say after she moved her jaws to get rid of the piece of cloth’s taste.

“He’s an old friend.”

“Can’t you just call like normal people instead of abducting his child?” Gina murmured, not totally relieved from the fear. She wanted to appear unmoved and plucked all the courage left in her to get an untroubled voice.

“I know you, Gina.” The voice started, getting closer. “You alright? You’re trembling.” Well, it seems like all the effort she put in wasn’t enough, her true emotions were discovered.

“You know me, huh? So you know as soon as you detach me I’ll assault you and spit right in your face, right?” She angrily let out, she didn’t accept to be defeated nor seen while being vulnerable and defenceless.

But it seems like the individual challenged her, because she heard someone pass behind her and loosen the cords holding back her hands. At the same moment, the piece of cloth blinding her fell on her collarbones.

Before her, stood straight a woman with a closed face, her facial traits weren’t aggressive, but in her eyes, Gina could swear she saw in there an untamed fire. Her brown eyes slid to a sitting white dog near the stranger, it looked like a wolf, even its huge size reminded her of the fierce beast she read about as a teenager.

It was ridiculous to see this situation unleashed the least probable memories of her youth into her mind as vividly as yesterday.

“Who are you? What do you want?” The woman before Gina mimicked her voice, a smile drawing on her lips. “They always ask the same questions.” She shrugged her shoulders seeing Gina’s surprised expression. The freshly Gray woman closed her mouth that was slightly open in an “o” shape and clenched her jaw.

“Well, I need your father to come here, in England. And you,” she tapped Gina’s end of nose, “you’re the thing that’ll make him travel the world all the way to Birmingham. To my greatest pleasure,” She patted her own chest before motioning to Gina, “and much to your displeasure.”

Gina didn’t even know what to say, she used the time the woman spent talking to massage her wrists as the cords were tied very tight. Her gaze dawdled on the woman in front of her, she was wearing a very long purple coat to which two buttons situated at the waist of its owner were closed. She also wore black lace gloves with ostentatious golden rings above the fabric. The diamonds of her rings were blue, matching her earrings. When the woman turned to the side to pat her dog’s head, Gina noticed she had braided her hair in a single braid that fell on her back.

The woman crouched down for her eyes to be at the same level as the dog’s ones, one of her hands scratching its head. “One single word and it attacks you, so you better behave.” She turned her head to Gina, warning her. The blonde woman glared at the other before glancing toward the dog in anticipation.

Y/N got back up and turned her back to Gina as she started to walk toward the stairs. “Get comfortable, it’s your new home for a few days.”

“What, you’re leaving me in this? With the dog?” She screamed at the Y/H/C haired woman.

“If I were you, I’d avoid screaming, Gina doesn’t like too loud noises.” She waved goodbye as answering without even glancing toward Gray.

“What?” Gina asked, confusion in her voice.

Y/N chuckled a bit before turning around, her index went from the dog to Gina, “Yeah, meet your twin.” She walked backwards a couple of seconds before turning back to the stairs and climbing them.

(...)

House Of Commons, London.

The door of Tommy’s office abruptly opened on an angry Michael.

The Shelby brother that was pouring himself some whisky glanced at his cousin. “Michael.” He welcomed.

“Where the fuck is my wife, Tommy?” Gray asked, frowning.

“What?” He squinted his eyes.

“Where. The. Fuck. Is. My. Wife.” Michael spitted each word, looking straight into his older cousin’s eyes.

Tom blinked a couple times, not understanding the request.

“Days ago when coming back from the fucking restaurant some fucking people took her.” The younger Gray calmed a bit, seeing that Tommy truly didn’t know what he was talking about.

“How did they look?” Tom asked, concerned. Even if Michael might have betrayed him, he was family still and anyone jeopardizing the life of a member of the Shelby clan or someone related to them should taste the sweet fondles of death’s fingers.

“Men in fucking black.” Michael started to pace up and down, both his hands passing over his face. “I’m getting mad, Tom, me head fucking all over the place...” He continued.

“Men, no women?” Tommy brows raised, he had to ask. He remembered the conversation he had with that librarian when she was telling him she thought Gina was the weakness and force of his cousin and that she might do something about it.

“No.” Michael stated firmly. Tommy’s tensed shoulders relaxed. “Or..” Tommy raised his brows. “I don’t know, Tom. Fuck.”

“We’re going to find her, Michael. Stay in your hotel room, stay put, near the phone, right?” The Shelbys' head tapped his cousin’s shoulder before leaving the office.

(...)

He stopped the car near the portals and got out, a cigarette hanging on his lips. Tommy walked the pointlessly long alley, by-passing a ton of fountains and trimmed bushes of different forms and shapes.

The fair distance gave him time to rethink everything that concerned Y/N and his relationship with her. If she truly was behind the disappearance of his cousin’s wife, he would have to deal with her, meaning going to war, which was far from the plan since he entered politics.

He knocked on the door without waiting any further once he joined the principal door. He was looking intently at the windows trying to see a silhouette through it or an ignited light of some sort, but nothing.

The door abruptly opened, making a loud noise and the figure of the librarian was to be seen. Tommy raised his hand to her face, pointing his gun at her, but when her body was fully visible thanks to the moon shining, he blinked, bewildered.

His eyes dropped on a Y/N only dressed with an emeraude lace nightgown. The top was all see-through, but it didn’t stop him from cocking the gun and hold it steady in between her eyebrows. Even though he was here because he suspected her to have turned her back to him, his body reacted a whole different way to the view. His heart started to pounder in his chest as a warmth suddenly took prisoner his upper body. He swallowed in an attempt to dismiss the feeling ready to burst out.

“Missing our start?” She let out, not even pretending to be scared or shook by the situation. As a matter of fact, in their second meeting, Tom indeed pulled a gun at her, how could he forget that. Nobody ever had the nerve to threaten him on his own doorsteps, but of course, she did.

“Where’s Gina?” He ignored she was half-naked along with her remark.

“What the fuck, Thomas?” One of her eyebrows raised in confusion. “What’s happened?”

Tommy switched the position of his fingers, putting his index right on top of the trigger to make known he knew she was lying.

As she felt the danger, the woman banged the door on Tom’s face and not even a second later, he heard bullets being fired as he saw holes drawing through the door. The time stopped, or at least everything appeared as slower.

He instinctively put his arms over his head and kneeled as other bullets were being fired, he managed his way to the wall of the mansion, staying down.

“Fucking hell, Y/N!” He shouted his lungs out, his ears whistling due to the bullets’ noise.

“Remember when I warned you, Thomas. You pull a gun, I shoot!” She accentuated the last part, her tone underlined by anger.

“Why did you take her?” He kept his head close to the wall as shaking it, trying to totally recover his hearing.

“You should’ve asked that when you could, Sergent Major.” She calmly stated.

Tommy could hear she was re-loading her gun.

He looked at the gravels under him and recognized the bullet belonging to a rifle. He frowned, wondering how come she got a rifle.

“No. Put down the rifle, I'm throwing me gun.” He said loudly before dropping his gun in the grass far away from him, his weapon made a muffled noise while encountering the ground.

He didn’t hear anything for a minute that seems to last hours. The night breeze came fondling his face, helping him to ease his breath as the silence made him fully recover his hearing.

The front door opened, and Y/N peeked through. Only one of her Y/E/C eyes was to be seen, and even if her pupil was dilated due to the adrenaline, her look seemed concerned. “Are you hurt?” She solemnly asked, she, as well, being out of breath.

Tommy shook his head on both sides before he managed to stand, helped by the wall.

“You mad woman.” He closed his eyes as taking a deep breath in, knowing she wouldn't try to kill him tonight. When he opened his eyes again, she was in front of him, barefoot on the gravel.

“Sorry… I tend to lose my shit when I’m in danger.” She placed the rifle hanging around her neck to her side, a hand holding it still.

“You weren’t. I wasn’t gonna fucking shot, just trying to scare you.”

“...Well you angered me.” She hesitated in even giving him an answer. She finally decided she didn't need the rifle anymore and went placing it against the wall.

“Not fear, eh?” He teased, and she shook her head as a response.

“Why the fuck did you take Gina away? Michael’s all over the place, he even came to me. The boy’s fucking losing it.”

“Well, firstly, he deserved a little reminding he was still a boy as you correctly underlined,” she raised her brows looking at him, “secondly, after further research, I found it I know her father. Long story short, he’s the only one to be able to deal with her uncle if we don’t want any blood spilt.”

“Fucking was about to spill me gut on your doorstep, the fuck you care about spilt blood, Y/N?” He furrowed his brows as agitating one of his hands, motioning to the ground beneath their feet.

“Yeah,” she acquiesced, “not me that cares about fucking family. It’s you.”

That’s when he realized how serious she took their partnership. When he thought she was solely doing what fitted her best, she indeed took into consideration Tommy's convictions. She took seriously the fact he didn't want the family to be hurt. And although he ranged on her side regarding scaring Michael a bit to make him realize something, he never thought of Y/N to be tough enough to act with as much strategy as ruthlessness. She definitely outdid him in this case.

This sudden realisation aroused something in him. She cared. Even if the care she gave was nonetheless peculiar and typical to her character, she did what she could with what she had right? And right now she was working with him with as much resilience and fierceness as she would do with her own organisation.

“If it was up to me, fucking bullets to the head for both of ‘em and we done.” She dismissively worded as looking afar. “Where’s your gun?” She lazily looked back at him.

Tommy hesitated a short period of time before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against himself. She didn’t push him away as he neared his face near her, she was the one sealing their lips together. This time, none of them were eager for the other, their kiss was light, soft and pure, contrasting with the chaotic situation they put themselves in.

The blue-eyed man slipped a hand on her back, fondling her skin above the piece of cloth covering her body while she reached for the button of his pants under his coat.

The atmosphere switched, not even seconds earlier it was love talking, now it was a whole another emotion ruling them.

Tom started to walk toward the door, forcing her to walk backwards. When she understood what he intended to do she murmured a soft “No.” and he opened his eyes darkened by desire and urge, looking into hers that were screaming for sex.

A smile grew on her lips as she went sticking her back to the nearest wall, her fingers strongly gripping on the man’s tie. He didn’t break the eye contact and joined her, flattening one of his hands on the cold wall. The warmth of his longing for the woman added to the coldness of the night were mixing together so well he felt a little dizzy.

He couldn’t think about how often he imagined them during their first time or how often he tried to picture Y/N’s curves in his head but his body somehow knew how much he wanted this. His hands were dawdling on any portion of her figure he could find, gulping each piece that was giving to him as if she was the first woman he’d ever touched.

Each kiss enticed him a bit more and whenever he closed his eyes he could literally see fireworks exploding everywhere in him. And whenever he would open them, he would find Y/N looking intently at him, her expression revealing everything she could never tell him, her feelings for him as well as her deepest fear, frustrations & beyond, her eyes being the messenger of the immensity of a soul, to another.

She quickly got to his bum she previously teased with one knee before reaching for his length.

Her cold fingers struck it a few times before she came aligning him with the distress for feeling him inside.

Once he was perfectly aligned, she released him and reunited her lips to his, where they belonged, giving him the green light. He thrust slowly at first, letting her some time to get used to his size. She murmured a low “Tommy...”, her legs encircling his hips as he grabbed one of them firmly. He was keeping her as close to him as possible, making sure their bodies were as connected as their souls were. He ultimately began to come and go, increasing his pace as time passed by.

Her high pitched moans came directly to his ears, the best sounds he’s heard out of his entire life without a doubt.

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